Meditation Poems
#meditation
Meditation poems, poetry about quiet contemplation and resting the mind. Poems about peaceful self reflection and the art of zoning out from our everyday lives.
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In the River's Mouth, Part 2
Breaching the water's surface
Choked for air
I began to replenish the ocean with my very own tears
I allowed the tiny drops of my soul to flow without fear
A gratefulness remaining within me, considering the rest was spared
Blurry-eyed, but still seeing
I noticed impressions of now-strangers' feet sprinkled along the nearby shore
For a moment, I almost felt a loneliness at the absence of people to match them with
But then I questioned how I could long for connections that lacked permanence before
Within seconds, their...
Choked for air
I began to replenish the ocean with my very own tears
I allowed the tiny drops of my soul to flow without fear
A gratefulness remaining within me, considering the rest was spared
Blurry-eyed, but still seeing
I noticed impressions of now-strangers' feet sprinkled along the nearby shore
For a moment, I almost felt a loneliness at the absence of people to match them with
But then I questioned how I could long for connections that lacked permanence before
Within seconds, their...
#river
#sea
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
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Dissolving.
The Tao is like
The binding of a book.
The pages do one thing
The binding does another.
Neither are real
Only perceptions.
The binding of a book.
The pages do one thing
The binding does another.
Neither are real
Only perceptions.
#meditation
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Poem #5: March '23 (The Beginning)
We watch as lightning strikes the ground, and listen as thunder rushes to fill the spaces where it split the clouds into pieces just moments before.
Green, green jealousy
Envy creeps, crawls like ivy
I don't want what's meant for me
Internal energy
Replenished by the sun
Power the reconstruction, there can be so much more
Green, green jealousy
Envy creeps, crawls like ivy
I don't want what's meant for me
Internal energy
Replenished by the sun
Power the reconstruction, there can be so much more
#nature
#SelfReflection
#meditation
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Quiet
let yourself be
in the white room
jostling
you know it will stay
in your kissed mouth
the taste of time
you know what to shut up
in the veiled mouth
is to let die
again
think lightly
walking over me
to fill with footprints
the wrinkles and folds
of the body that is legend
conclusion of myth
I can't have it
I can only contain
the silence that transmutes
in scream.
in the white room
jostling
you know it will stay
in your kissed mouth
the taste of time
you know what to shut up
in the veiled mouth
is to let die
again
think lightly
walking over me
to fill with footprints
the wrinkles and folds
of the body that is legend
conclusion of myth
I can't have it
I can only contain
the silence that transmutes
in scream.
#mirror
#myself
#meditation #philosophical
#meditation #philosophical
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Nature's Cosmology - with Her
In nature's woods cosmology,
of oboes and strings
on landscape architecture,
of green grass Maybelline.
With the falling rain of imagination
in twilight's mythical sheen.
Reaching out to the hands on a fob
to cut out memories with scissors,
in meditation with cellos
and chorus, blended with muted winds.
Where pine needles pirouette
and ribbons of horsehair blow,
in nature's woods cosmology
of oboes and strings
on landscape architecture,
of green grass Maybelline.
With the falling rain of imagination
in twilight's mythical sheen.
Reaching out to the hands on a fob
to cut out memories with scissors,
in meditation with cellos
and chorus, blended with muted winds.
Where pine needles pirouette
and ribbons of horsehair blow,
in nature's woods cosmology
#spiritual
#meditation
#philosophical #collaboration
#philosophical #collaboration
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An Echo
Alas by midnight moonlight I sit contemplating my duel reality.
Inherently, I see conflict existing between morality and animality which is why capitalism and humanity can not seem to agree.
A silence sets in, filling the room's emptiness with an eerie sense of self belonging.
Longing for the truth in the matter I listen within only to hear what I thought was a monster speaking back.
It saw things in black and white while I tried to promote a fleeting argument for the shades of grey.
Okay, I saw myself in error with the ever present echo piercing the silence in the...
Inherently, I see conflict existing between morality and animality which is why capitalism and humanity can not seem to agree.
A silence sets in, filling the room's emptiness with an eerie sense of self belonging.
Longing for the truth in the matter I listen within only to hear what I thought was a monster speaking back.
It saw things in black and white while I tried to promote a fleeting argument for the shades of grey.
Okay, I saw myself in error with the ever present echo piercing the silence in the...
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#magic #meditation
#magic #meditation
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Rain
The cold drops hit my face
The wind starts kissing the rain
I wonder how that water feels
And if it's crying in pain
I watch them create a puddle
The birds go for a swim
I would challenge them to a tearing contest
But I know they would win
My skin is getting the chills
But the garden is relieved
The feeling of replenishment
I can see it on the leaves
The determination of the weather
Shows by the clouds getting darker
I started to hear the voice of reason
As the rain poured harder
So,...
The wind starts kissing the rain
I wonder how that water feels
And if it's crying in pain
I watch them create a puddle
The birds go for a swim
I would challenge them to a tearing contest
But I know they would win
My skin is getting the chills
But the garden is relieved
The feeling of replenishment
I can see it on the leaves
The determination of the weather
Shows by the clouds getting darker
I started to hear the voice of reason
As the rain poured harder
So,...
#rain
#meditation
#healing #emotions
#healing #emotions
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Wild
love reports
life stories...
hanging clothes
on a clothesline that
the wind revolves!
the wind blows and
shakes the clothes.
your angry voice,
creating mills,
tells stories
in a recurrent
distressed afternoon!
the pain tightens
in sketch lines
and draws plans
in the morning
which muffles.
when the party stops
the silence explodes in me
in a quiet world
telling me everything
that I never wanted to know.
the color runs
unwilling
and the black is made ...
life stories...
hanging clothes
on a clothesline that
the wind revolves!
the wind blows and
shakes the clothes.
your angry voice,
creating mills,
tells stories
in a recurrent
distressed afternoon!
the pain tightens
in sketch lines
and draws plans
in the morning
which muffles.
when the party stops
the silence explodes in me
in a quiet world
telling me everything
that I never wanted to know.
the color runs
unwilling
and the black is made ...
#anxiety
#mirror
#myself #meditation
#myself #meditation
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Jesus Took The Wheel
At peace and ready for everything our lower vibrations dissipate into nothingness I am ready
Ready to stop fighting with the weak I remember when I felt sorry for the simple minded relentless power only we can harness
Breathe between thoughts of wanting and having ego and power
trust in eachother
We are ready
acknowledge be aware and move swiftly
six sense
Good God almighty I Am ready
Took a breath yawned silently lit me a joint I Am ready
No one knows the time or the hour
The silent call
all the same for millions
Clean and...
Ready to stop fighting with the weak I remember when I felt sorry for the simple minded relentless power only we can harness
Breathe between thoughts of wanting and having ego and power
trust in eachother
We are ready
acknowledge be aware and move swiftly
six sense
Good God almighty I Am ready
Took a breath yawned silently lit me a joint I Am ready
No one knows the time or the hour
The silent call
all the same for millions
Clean and...
#God
#LifeChangingMoment
#meditation
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Poem #4: February '23 (The Ending)
A tree with exposed roots
My secrets unveiled
Frozen winds burn through my soul
A kiss to revive
Skin striped in shadow and light
Are you awake, yet?
We run alongside time
Not away from it
This feels right
My secrets unveiled
Frozen winds burn through my soul
A kiss to revive
Skin striped in shadow and light
Are you awake, yet?
We run alongside time
Not away from it
This feels right
#peace
#SelfReflection
#meditation
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Nirvana...
The melodic elements always harken to thy ears when the universe chimes
It always pours the fastest, rings the loudest, when blending with the sands of time
My mind is alert, yet
Attentive, attuned, fortified when at rest
A blessed one not to bow down to the pitfalls of reality only to have love keep me centered, a chromatic wonderous soul making my heart melt
It’s a rarity to see extraordinary minds not tied into life by Gordian knots
Hate, degrading, fostering deceptive plots
I am the rhythm and the reason behind the sultry...
It always pours the fastest, rings the loudest, when blending with the sands of time
My mind is alert, yet
Attentive, attuned, fortified when at rest
A blessed one not to bow down to the pitfalls of reality only to have love keep me centered, a chromatic wonderous soul making my heart melt
It’s a rarity to see extraordinary minds not tied into life by Gordian knots
Hate, degrading, fostering deceptive plots
I am the rhythm and the reason behind the sultry...
#spiritual
#meditation
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Universal Stigmata
Unto the Moon that illuminates my journey in this realm we call life
Silence in the night henceforth without strife
Give me divinity’s purpose or give me earthly rest
Like Spring that fly's home to the bosom of Heaven’s winter’s nest
Smile in grace in perilous times as the sky remains high
The road to mental and spiritual salvation is not wide
Within my path, roadblocks to hinder, reach out your hand and we pull each other up
We have stories, mantras, which must be told, sipped from one person to the next out the Holy Grail’s cup
...
Silence in the night henceforth without strife
Give me divinity’s purpose or give me earthly rest
Like Spring that fly's home to the bosom of Heaven’s winter’s nest
Smile in grace in perilous times as the sky remains high
The road to mental and spiritual salvation is not wide
Within my path, roadblocks to hinder, reach out your hand and we pull each other up
We have stories, mantras, which must be told, sipped from one person to the next out the Holy Grail’s cup
...
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#meditation #philosophical
#meditation #philosophical
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