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PAR
Poem Published
3rd May 2024 9:26pm
3rd May 2024 9:26pm
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
121 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
3rd May 2024 9:26pm
3rd May 2024 9:26pm
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
121 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Feb 2024 2:14am
7th Feb 2024 2:14am
Tea Garden Ku
Tea Garden Ku
Zen islands
in a garden of sand
her chakra
archipelago
in sea of Japan
her chakra
path stones
in the tea garden
her chakra
lanterns light
the tea garden path
of her chakra
under sheets
of silken lantern light
perfumed zazen
Zen islands
in a garden of sand
her chakra
archipelago
in sea of Japan
her chakra
path stones
in the tea garden
her chakra
lanterns light
the tea garden path
of her chakra
under sheets
of silken lantern light
perfumed zazen
#women
#romantic
#Buddhist
#haiku
#sensual
102 reads
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Feb 2024 2:14am
7th Feb 2024 2:14am
Tea Garden Ku
Tea Garden Ku
Zen islands
in a garden of sand
her chakra
archipelago
in sea of Japan
her chakra
path stones
in the tea garden
her chakra
lanterns light
the tea garden path
of her chakra
under sheets
of silken lantern light
perfumed zazen
Zen islands
in a garden of sand
her chakra
archipelago
in sea of Japan
her chakra
path stones
in the tea garden
her chakra
lanterns light
the tea garden path
of her chakra
under sheets
of silken lantern light
perfumed zazen
#women
#romantic
#Buddhist
#haiku
#sensual
102 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Feb 2024 2:14am
7th Feb 2024 2:14am
Tea Garden Ku
Tea Garden Ku
Zen islands
in a garden of sand
her chakra
archipelago
in sea of Japan
her chakra
path stones
in the tea garden
her chakra
lanterns light
the tea garden path
of her chakra
under sheets
of silken lantern light
perfumed zazen
Zen islands
in a garden of sand
her chakra
archipelago
in sea of Japan
her chakra
path stones
in the tea garden
her chakra
lanterns light
the tea garden path
of her chakra
under sheets
of silken lantern light
perfumed zazen
#women
#romantic
#Buddhist
#haiku
#sensual
102 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Feb 2024 2:14am
7th Feb 2024 2:14am
Tea Garden Ku
Tea Garden Ku
Zen islands
in a garden of sand
her chakra
archipelago
in sea of Japan
her chakra
path stones
in the tea garden
her chakra
lanterns light
the tea garden path
of her chakra
under sheets
of silken lantern light
perfumed zazen
Zen islands
in a garden of sand
her chakra
archipelago
in sea of Japan
her chakra
path stones
in the tea garden
her chakra
lanterns light
the tea garden path
of her chakra
under sheets
of silken lantern light
perfumed zazen
#women
#romantic
#Buddhist
#haiku
#sensual
102 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Feb 2024 2:14am
7th Feb 2024 2:14am
Tea Garden Ku
Tea Garden Ku
Zen islands
in a garden of sand
her chakra
archipelago
in sea of Japan
her chakra
path stones
in the tea garden
her chakra
lanterns light
the tea garden path
of her chakra
under sheets
of silken lantern light
perfumed zazen
Zen islands
in a garden of sand
her chakra
archipelago
in sea of Japan
her chakra
path stones
in the tea garden
her chakra
lanterns light
the tea garden path
of her chakra
under sheets
of silken lantern light
perfumed zazen
#women
#romantic
#Buddhist
#haiku
#sensual
102 reads
0 Comments
prometheus5290
Poem Published
8th Aug 2024 4:06pm
8th Aug 2024 4:06pm
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
prometheus5290
Poem Published
8th Aug 2024 4:06pm
8th Aug 2024 4:06pm
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
slipalong
Poem Published
24th Mar 2021 4:11pm
24th Mar 2021 4:11pm
Paths of need
for I am each, and they are me
the cosmos one true entity.
Each footfall on the cobbled street
a child's first step
the wire without a safety-net
Dry tomes, wise words
inner gears that spin a web,
distractions as they flow and ebb.
Distance never hold's the unlocked door
with just a push, its truths outpour.
The embodiment of nature's ease
searching for the inner self.
The endless tides that wash the kelp
a constancy to be refreshed.
Barefoot through torment; fingers numb
the rock face yields no grip ...
the cosmos one true entity.
Each footfall on the cobbled street
a child's first step
the wire without a safety-net
Dry tomes, wise words
inner gears that spin a web,
distractions as they flow and ebb.
Distance never hold's the unlocked door
with just a push, its truths outpour.
The embodiment of nature's ease
searching for the inner self.
The endless tides that wash the kelp
a constancy to be refreshed.
Barefoot through torment; fingers numb
the rock face yields no grip ...
#Buddhist
359 reads
4 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
7th Nov 2021 9:00pm
7th Nov 2021 9:00pm
Virupa
What has ever been the curse
of women since the dawn of life?
What is the fear they consider the worst,
calling out only piercing shrieks and cries?
It is their death. The ugliness.
A grave the swinging cradle,
turned to deathbed of loneliness,
genes displeased, karma prenatal.
Even the most affectionate soul,
the tender understanding angel,
would provoke rejection and foul,
disgust ridiculing the honest stranger.
It was Yordan Yovkov that said
Beauty is always a blessed exhuberance, ...
of women since the dawn of life?
What is the fear they consider the worst,
calling out only piercing shrieks and cries?
It is their death. The ugliness.
A grave the swinging cradle,
turned to deathbed of loneliness,
genes displeased, karma prenatal.
Even the most affectionate soul,
the tender understanding angel,
would provoke rejection and foul,
disgust ridiculing the honest stranger.
It was Yordan Yovkov that said
Beauty is always a blessed exhuberance, ...
#loneliness
#beauty
#God
#Buddhist
#despair
590 reads
4 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
7th Nov 2021 9:00pm
7th Nov 2021 9:00pm
Virupa
What has ever been the curse
of women since the dawn of life?
What is the fear they consider the worst,
calling out only piercing shrieks and cries?
It is their death. The ugliness.
A grave the swinging cradle,
turned to deathbed of loneliness,
genes displeased, karma prenatal.
Even the most affectionate soul,
the tender understanding angel,
would provoke rejection and foul,
disgust ridiculing the honest stranger.
It was Yordan Yovkov that said
Beauty is always a blessed exhuberance, ...
of women since the dawn of life?
What is the fear they consider the worst,
calling out only piercing shrieks and cries?
It is their death. The ugliness.
A grave the swinging cradle,
turned to deathbed of loneliness,
genes displeased, karma prenatal.
Even the most affectionate soul,
the tender understanding angel,
would provoke rejection and foul,
disgust ridiculing the honest stranger.
It was Yordan Yovkov that said
Beauty is always a blessed exhuberance, ...
#loneliness
#beauty
#God
#Buddhist
#despair
590 reads
4 Comments
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