Buddhist Published by Members Recently Online Poems
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Buddhist monk
In silent nights,
the Buddhist monk leans over
the ancient sutras,
between the yellowed pages,
he seeks answers
for the desires of his heart.
The moon, serene and silver,
lights up the temple
while he meditates
his thoughts wander
in search of understanding.
He recalls the words of the Buddha
that he taught about suffering
and detachment being like love,
regardless of its shape,
It can be a blessing or a trap.
The monk contemplates the duality of life:
desire and renunciation.
And how love, like a...
the Buddhist monk leans over
the ancient sutras,
between the yellowed pages,
he seeks answers
for the desires of his heart.
The moon, serene and silver,
lights up the temple
while he meditates
his thoughts wander
in search of understanding.
He recalls the words of the Buddha
that he taught about suffering
and detachment being like love,
regardless of its shape,
It can be a blessing or a trap.
The monk contemplates the duality of life:
desire and renunciation.
And how love, like a...
#anxiety
#Buddhist
#loneliness
#love
#sex
120 reads
4 Comments
Buddhist monk
In silent nights,
the Buddhist monk leans over
the ancient sutras,
between the yellowed pages,
he seeks answers
for the desires of his heart.
The moon, serene and silver,
lights up the temple
while he meditates
his thoughts wander
in search of understanding.
He recalls the words of the Buddha
that he taught about suffering
and detachment being like love,
regardless of its shape,
It can be a blessing or a trap.
The monk contemplates the duality of life:
desire and renunciation.
And how love, like a...
the Buddhist monk leans over
the ancient sutras,
between the yellowed pages,
he seeks answers
for the desires of his heart.
The moon, serene and silver,
lights up the temple
while he meditates
his thoughts wander
in search of understanding.
He recalls the words of the Buddha
that he taught about suffering
and detachment being like love,
regardless of its shape,
It can be a blessing or a trap.
The monk contemplates the duality of life:
desire and renunciation.
And how love, like a...
#anxiety
#Buddhist
#loneliness
#love
#sex
120 reads
4 Comments
Buddhist monk
In silent nights,
the Buddhist monk leans over
the ancient sutras,
between the yellowed pages,
he seeks answers
for the desires of his heart.
The moon, serene and silver,
lights up the temple
while he meditates
his thoughts wander
in search of understanding.
He recalls the words of the Buddha
that he taught about suffering
and detachment being like love,
regardless of its shape,
It can be a blessing or a trap.
The monk contemplates the duality of life:
desire and renunciation.
And how love, like a...
the Buddhist monk leans over
the ancient sutras,
between the yellowed pages,
he seeks answers
for the desires of his heart.
The moon, serene and silver,
lights up the temple
while he meditates
his thoughts wander
in search of understanding.
He recalls the words of the Buddha
that he taught about suffering
and detachment being like love,
regardless of its shape,
It can be a blessing or a trap.
The monk contemplates the duality of life:
desire and renunciation.
And how love, like a...
#anxiety
#Buddhist
#loneliness
#love
#sex
120 reads
4 Comments
Buddhist monk
In silent nights,
the Buddhist monk leans over
the ancient sutras,
between the yellowed pages,
he seeks answers
for the desires of his heart.
The moon, serene and silver,
lights up the temple
while he meditates
his thoughts wander
in search of understanding.
He recalls the words of the Buddha
that he taught about suffering
and detachment being like love,
regardless of its shape,
It can be a blessing or a trap.
The monk contemplates the duality of life:
desire and renunciation.
And how love, like a...
the Buddhist monk leans over
the ancient sutras,
between the yellowed pages,
he seeks answers
for the desires of his heart.
The moon, serene and silver,
lights up the temple
while he meditates
his thoughts wander
in search of understanding.
He recalls the words of the Buddha
that he taught about suffering
and detachment being like love,
regardless of its shape,
It can be a blessing or a trap.
The monk contemplates the duality of life:
desire and renunciation.
And how love, like a...
#anxiety
#Buddhist
#loneliness
#love
#sex
120 reads
4 Comments
Buddhist monk
In silent nights,
the Buddhist monk leans over
the ancient sutras,
between the yellowed pages,
he seeks answers
for the desires of his heart.
The moon, serene and silver,
lights up the temple
while he meditates
his thoughts wander
in search of understanding.
He recalls the words of the Buddha
that he taught about suffering
and detachment being like love,
regardless of its shape,
It can be a blessing or a trap.
The monk contemplates the duality of life:
desire and renunciation.
And how love, like a...
the Buddhist monk leans over
the ancient sutras,
between the yellowed pages,
he seeks answers
for the desires of his heart.
The moon, serene and silver,
lights up the temple
while he meditates
his thoughts wander
in search of understanding.
He recalls the words of the Buddha
that he taught about suffering
and detachment being like love,
regardless of its shape,
It can be a blessing or a trap.
The monk contemplates the duality of life:
desire and renunciation.
And how love, like a...
#anxiety
#Buddhist
#loneliness
#love
#sex
120 reads
4 Comments
New Order
#relationships
#BDSM
#Buddhist
#spiritual
#lover
430 reads
13 Comments
New Order
#relationships
#BDSM
#Buddhist
#spiritual
#lover
430 reads
13 Comments
New Order
#relationships
#BDSM
#Buddhist
#spiritual
#lover
430 reads
13 Comments
New Order
#relationships
#BDSM
#Buddhist
#spiritual
#lover
430 reads
13 Comments
New Order
#relationships
#BDSM
#Buddhist
#spiritual
#lover
430 reads
13 Comments
The kee beeper and the bee keeper
Yesterday,
I saved a bee from a fountain,
and it stayed in my hand until it was dry enough to fly away.
I would still save them all,
even if they all stung me.
I saved a bee from a fountain,
and it stayed in my hand until it was dry enough to fly away.
I would still save them all,
even if they all stung me.
#Buddhist
#Taoism
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4 Comments
The kee beeper and the bee keeper
Yesterday,
I saved a bee from a fountain,
and it stayed in my hand until it was dry enough to fly away.
I would still save them all,
even if they all stung me.
I saved a bee from a fountain,
and it stayed in my hand until it was dry enough to fly away.
I would still save them all,
even if they all stung me.
#Buddhist
#Taoism
133 reads
4 Comments
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