Category: Poems
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Pledge allegiance to love
If we all pledged allegiance to love rather than flags there would be no war A thought which came to mind this morning. I knew immediately which image I wished to apply it to. I don’t know who the artist is (it looks like a Banksy), but I found the image here.
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You can’t make an omelette without chopping a few mushrooms
On a sunny Sunday morning The world outside my kitchen window not yet stirring But for songbirds singing And the rustle of leaves in the breeze Chop chop chopping mushrooms The sharp chef’s blade falling falling falling On the cutting board, slices of mushroom brushed aside Readied for sizzling butter and onionsEach strike of knife…
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Love Came Calling
Love comes calling To visit a while Warmth and caring Intimacy and laughter Passion and expansion A change External … internal No matter A rage Or wrenching goodbye Or silent slipping away The loving is gone Yet love lingers on Because I love the being Not the loving
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Behold yourself lovingly ~ See the beauty that is you
It is said Beauty is in the eye of the beholder So, Behold yourself lovingly
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To be, acknowledge you are
To be loved, love. To be forgiven, forgive. To be happy, choose happiness. To be wealthy, acknowledge the wealth you possess. To be successful, measure the love in your life, not its deeds. To end violence, offer peace. To receive, give. To be wise, live.
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Seeking ~ Being
There comes a time In every pilgrim’s journey When the path transforms From seeking To being
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Not-knowing ~ Not Knowing
Knowing obscures true with truth obscures wonder with facts obscures insight with teachings obscures mystery with objects Not-knowing is the quest of wisdom Not Knowing
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To Become, Let Go
To become healthy Let go illness To become whole Let go brokenness To become wise Let go knowledge To become loving Let go needing To become wealthy Let go wealth To become One Let go self To become Let go
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Prayer Wheels
I want to tell you a story about one of the way-points along the path of my gradual awakening. But I recall, that story has already been told. What follows is a prose poem written while visiting Labrangsi monastery, in the town of Xiahe, China. It’s a Yellow Hat sect, but the monastery is…
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Until the Rage Released
She came in darkness and pain To find the light of compassion But with her came the darkness And his rage The light was stronger In time, compassion prevailed She was freed The rage lingered And malingered Until that too found its release