Category: Poems
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Intelligence and Wisdom
Intelligence & Wisdom Trust the intelligence of the body Over the intelligence of the mind. The master learns more In a mile of walking Than an hour of reading. Foster wisdom of the intellect With study and discourse. Foster wisdom of the body With nourishment and exercise.
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Simple Questions; Simple Answer: No Words
Questions Answers Words The spiritual quest begins With simple questions: Who…? What…? How…? Why…? The quest leads always To one simple answer: While answers can be known, They cannot be put into words.
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Be mindful . . .
Be Mindful Be mindful of what you think; your thoughts will be spoken. Be mindful of what you speak; your words become action. Be mindful of what you do; your deeds reveal your character. Be mindful of who you are and discover the fate you have created. ~ paraphrased from a lesson learned. Had I…
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Bitter-sweet
The transformative moment for any loss comes when we realise we’ve moved from grieving for what we no longer have to reliving the joy we experienced when we had it. This is the bitter-sweet moment in the transformation from bitter to sweet. And while tears will flow either side of this moment, their character is…
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The wisdom of loving brilliance
A few friends of mine and I were having a rough go of it. Love, work, friends and family — circumstances — all these and more seemed to be making every effort to diminish us. The wisdom of loving brilliance When your wisdom is lost on the fool, Do not become one to ease his…
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One ~ An evolutionary path
This poem began with just the first line and the idea that being a spiritual being comes down to ‘bridging the gaps’ between body, mind and soul. As three became one, One grew into a paean to the ongoing global spiritual awakening.
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Before and After ~ Stephen Mitchell’s Second Book of the Dao
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in Books, Insight, Love, Non-Fiction, Perfection, Peter’s Poems, Poems, Poetry, Spirituality, SynonymsI was digging into Stephen Mitchell‘s The Second Book of the Dao one day back in January (over a lovely Red Snapper Soup @ Granville Island) when a passage in the second chapter inspired the following poem. Before and After Before sorrow, longing Before longing, anger Before anger, pain Before pain, injury Before injury, fear…


