Buddhist Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
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Buddhist seeking friendly advice poems. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
13th Apr 2022 5:46pm
13th Apr 2022 5:46pm
Lunar zen
13 / 30
Lunar zen
Summer nights
reunites
me with my
long time
Pagan Goddess.
Tepid winds
Dust Devils
dancing
running
amok.
Scorching dark
takes nothing
from Selene’s
Brilliance
for her lunar
full
Is ever a constant
reassurance
in my timeline.
Natural
In nature
zen & witchcraft
parallel join
& separate
enable me to
scale the
pitfall’d laden
jebel laid
before my
pilgrimaged
path.
...
Lunar zen
Summer nights
reunites
me with my
long time
Pagan Goddess.
Tepid winds
Dust Devils
dancing
running
amok.
Scorching dark
takes nothing
from Selene’s
Brilliance
for her lunar
full
Is ever a constant
reassurance
in my timeline.
Natural
In nature
zen & witchcraft
parallel join
& separate
enable me to
scale the
pitfall’d laden
jebel laid
before my
pilgrimaged
path.
...
#identity
#moon
#night
#nature
#Buddhist
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0 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
4th Apr 2022 5:11pm
4th Apr 2022 5:11pm
Permeability, Often Cobwebby
4 / 30
Permeability, Often Cobwebby
Solitude or alone-ness or even loneliness - might this be “oneness?”
Crowds, the mob, hordes of humans muddling along together
or just a mere pond of beings
getting together at the local watering hole.
Might be that very “multiplicity” that demands to coincide,
to exist in daily melting, melding union
despite the oft parallel paths.
I struggle to SEE with wonder in mindful meditation
the oneness of everything
as the illusion of life bombards me with a myriad of ...
Permeability, Often Cobwebby
Solitude or alone-ness or even loneliness - might this be “oneness?”
Crowds, the mob, hordes of humans muddling along together
or just a mere pond of beings
getting together at the local watering hole.
Might be that very “multiplicity” that demands to coincide,
to exist in daily melting, melding union
despite the oft parallel paths.
I struggle to SEE with wonder in mindful meditation
the oneness of everything
as the illusion of life bombards me with a myriad of ...
#Buddhist
#spiritual
#meditation #NaPoWriMo2022
#meditation #NaPoWriMo2022
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3 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
29th Mar 2022 1:45am
29th Mar 2022 1:45am
Feng-Shu Of The Intellect
The coldest winter is always found in frigidness of a deceptive heart
Cannot endure in shadows of beaming sights
Engulfs its own grandeur in the trench of dark
Of dignity and principles of narcists pride
Until the world of condescension the pale horse philosophy will always ride
Convoys of enlighten stand in quiet storms, sheltering ones who takes cover in spikes of bitter tongues
Spiritualism beguiles as fate watches the moon marooned by the silent owl
In the nest of contemplation, white doves flies to close, burned by the sun
Who shall...
Cannot endure in shadows of beaming sights
Engulfs its own grandeur in the trench of dark
Of dignity and principles of narcists pride
Until the world of condescension the pale horse philosophy will always ride
Convoys of enlighten stand in quiet storms, sheltering ones who takes cover in spikes of bitter tongues
Spiritualism beguiles as fate watches the moon marooned by the silent owl
In the nest of contemplation, white doves flies to close, burned by the sun
Who shall...
#courage
#inspirational
#religion
#Buddhist
#Taoism
620 reads
11 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
6th Jan 2022 6:08pm
6th Jan 2022 6:08pm
ascension (rewritten
Ascension
I walked on the vast plateau the everlasting wind of time
had blown away, the sand exposed millions of skeletons
and the memory of man wench the brain was walnut-sized.
The brain is larger now, filled with images of pornography
and wars on many fronts.
I came to an oasis I must drink or explode into atoms
but the water was full of coagulated blood.
I walked on crushing rib cages gleaming in the moonlight.
A vast iceberg blocked my way, sparkled like a diamond
decorated with religious promises of salvation.
I had to climb...
I walked on the vast plateau the everlasting wind of time
had blown away, the sand exposed millions of skeletons
and the memory of man wench the brain was walnut-sized.
The brain is larger now, filled with images of pornography
and wars on many fronts.
I came to an oasis I must drink or explode into atoms
but the water was full of coagulated blood.
I walked on crushing rib cages gleaming in the moonlight.
A vast iceberg blocked my way, sparkled like a diamond
decorated with religious promises of salvation.
I had to climb...
#religion
#Christian
#Buddhist
#Taoism
#Hindu
360 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Jan 2022 3:52am
6th Jan 2022 3:52am
Potala Blues
Potala Blues
Lhasa roars like a lion in the night
Only to breathe the fire of a dragon
When conch shells are blown
To sing the snowflakes
Into tuning fork lattices of desolation
That awaken the ghosts of the Potala
Who rise into vaporous beings of light
When the museum whispers to lost sutras
Of a chorus of dharma drums
In a séance of tears
Lhasa roars like a lion in the night
Only to breathe the fire of a dragon
When conch shells are blown
To sing the snowflakes
Into tuning fork lattices of desolation
That awaken the ghosts of the Potala
Who rise into vaporous beings of light
When the museum whispers to lost sutras
Of a chorus of dharma drums
In a séance of tears
#mountains
#Buddhist
#ghosts #historical
#ghosts #historical
250 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Dec 2021 8:22pm
28th Dec 2021 8:22pm
Japanese Artiste
Japanese Artiste
Japanese waves painted on rice paper
That holds the ocean sway
For kimono-clad court ladies
With Zen garden eyes
Who play the Koto for the rising sun
Enthroned by the eastern sea
Whose golden petals unfold
In gentle tears from heaven
That gather like Shinto monks at a shrine
Where silent vespers whisper in the heart
For holy candles to light the way
To a forest of love
Japanese waves painted on rice paper
That holds the ocean sway
For kimono-clad court ladies
With Zen garden eyes
Who play the Koto for the rising sun
Enthroned by the eastern sea
Whose golden petals unfold
In gentle tears from heaven
That gather like Shinto monks at a shrine
Where silent vespers whisper in the heart
For holy candles to light the way
To a forest of love
#women
#Buddhist
#art
#culture
#tradition
297 reads
3 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
20th Dec 2021 4:56am
20th Dec 2021 4:56am
The Lost Feline Who Made A Deal With The Devil
Devil would you give me the grace to kill the illumination of the light
I do not think I can do that kitty, God owns the moon, the stars, the Sun, morning and the night
Devil can you make me intelligent in the throes of Christianity or the sacred spiritual chants of Buddhology to mean something of importance, of great
Hum… I can’t, only God has the power in his hands to anticipate the calm seas, the roaring storms, which I have no power to even give you words to articulate, or warm blood to circulate
Devil I am...
I do not think I can do that kitty, God owns the moon, the stars, the Sun, morning and the night
Devil can you make me intelligent in the throes of Christianity or the sacred spiritual chants of Buddhology to mean something of importance, of great
Hum… I can’t, only God has the power in his hands to anticipate the calm seas, the roaring storms, which I have no power to even give you words to articulate, or warm blood to circulate
Devil I am...
#God
#devil
#spiritual
#morality
#Buddhist
635 reads
15 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Nov 2021 2:12am
25th Nov 2021 2:12am
Love is Her Religion
Love is Her Religion
On the threshold of aerial religion
When her smile waves
in strawberry blonde language
That speaks in angel tongues
Like the iambic pentameter of sonnets
But spoken with eyes
Of arctic deep blue ice on fire
Whose aurora borealis curtain
Is the voice of a Goddess on the Buddhafield
Where duality throbs in her heart
Like her love for the Dalai Lama
That burns a path through the heaven of her soul
On the threshold of aerial religion
When her smile waves
in strawberry blonde language
That speaks in angel tongues
Like the iambic pentameter of sonnets
But spoken with eyes
Of arctic deep blue ice on fire
Whose aurora borealis curtain
Is the voice of a Goddess on the Buddhafield
Where duality throbs in her heart
Like her love for the Dalai Lama
That burns a path through the heaven of her soul
#love
#romantic
#Buddhist
#spiritual
#sonnet
374 reads
6 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
1st Jul 2021 11:56am
1st Jul 2021 11:56am
Song of Stellar's Jay
in a forest of Redwoods
the birds are all laughing
and a mango sunset falls
over the mountainside
I breath it all in:
the long grass creates
a soft bed to bare feet
the calm summer sky
a few clouds drifting
and butterflies floating
in slow-motion migration
I wish to align my vibrations
I follow deep trails weaving
through thickets of woodland
opening gradually akin to
the spreading of hands
from the shaded cool
dampness to alarming ...
the birds are all laughing
and a mango sunset falls
over the mountainside
I breath it all in:
the long grass creates
a soft bed to bare feet
the calm summer sky
a few clouds drifting
and butterflies floating
in slow-motion migration
I wish to align my vibrations
I follow deep trails weaving
through thickets of woodland
opening gradually akin to
the spreading of hands
from the shaded cool
dampness to alarming ...
#inspirational
#birds
#Buddhist
#spiritual
#LifeChangingMoment
441 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Jun 2021 4:01am
13th Jun 2021 4:01am
Tibet
Tibet
Himalayan holy land
Where gold is the mortar of tears
Found in snowy hands
Of alpine mandalas
Whose wheels pray on the mantis
In his winter lodging
For kingdom to become
A pack of wild snow leopards
On sly meadows gone to thunder
Himalayan holy land
Where gold is the mortar of tears
Found in snowy hands
Of alpine mandalas
Whose wheels pray on the mantis
In his winter lodging
For kingdom to become
A pack of wild snow leopards
On sly meadows gone to thunder
#Buddhist
#historical
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
502 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Jun 2021 7:18am
10th Jun 2021 7:18am
Snow Leopards Of Tibet
Snow Leopards Of Tibet
Their coats of arms bore the emblem of the snow leopard guardian of the Himalayan holy land. Tara was the wife of Gesar of Ling whose superhuman life was legendary. He fended off the evil minions of Māra the demon who tempted Buddha under the Bodhi Tree. The sorcerer of evil was no match for Siddhartha.
But one summer day in the high Himalayas Māra saw the Tibetan Goddess Tara bathing in the Brahmaputra River on the outskirts of Lhasa. Māra instantly changed form to a bodhisattva and told her there was an evil...
Their coats of arms bore the emblem of the snow leopard guardian of the Himalayan holy land. Tara was the wife of Gesar of Ling whose superhuman life was legendary. He fended off the evil minions of Māra the demon who tempted Buddha under the Bodhi Tree. The sorcerer of evil was no match for Siddhartha.
But one summer day in the high Himalayas Māra saw the Tibetan Goddess Tara bathing in the Brahmaputra River on the outskirts of Lhasa. Māra instantly changed form to a bodhisattva and told her there was an evil...
#marriage
#BDSM
#Buddhist
#rebirth
#surreal
329 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2021 1:59am
22nd Apr 2021 1:59am
Josie the Roshi
Josie the Roshi
He opens, “We are a far piece from Japan.
What brought you to open a Zendo here, Josie?”
“Zen on the beach appealed to me.
I am not a stoic Zen master”
Josie the Roshi tells him,
“These shoes turned up on the lost and found
after our group tea ceremony.
Often the tea ceremony performed
by the geisha becomes so hypnotic
that the man gets temporary amnesia.
Humor an old lady and slip into these shoes.
If...
He opens, “We are a far piece from Japan.
What brought you to open a Zendo here, Josie?”
“Zen on the beach appealed to me.
I am not a stoic Zen master”
Josie the Roshi tells him,
“These shoes turned up on the lost and found
after our group tea ceremony.
Often the tea ceremony performed
by the geisha becomes so hypnotic
that the man gets temporary amnesia.
Humor an old lady and slip into these shoes.
If...
#marriage
#Buddhist
#rebirth #tea
#rebirth #tea
323 reads
9 Comments
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