Category: Peter’s Poems
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Your truth is your truth
Even if you are A minority of one, The truth Is the truth. Still, you cannot create a world In which others will not impose Their truth Upon your truth While imposing yours Upon theirs One truth there may be But many ways to speak it truly The master seeks the truth beneath words The…
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The bearable burden of kindness.
If you’re not nice to me I’ll try to be nice to you anyway. Why should I let your actions dictate What kind of person I am? The burden of unkindness Is too heavy for me.
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On the Timefullness of Beauty and Annie Lennox
Timefull Beauty Some say beauty fades with time. Not at all. The Wisdom, insight and presence we earn with the practice of living are beauty’s greatest markers. Close your eyes and listen for the radiance, Open your eyes and see the true nature of beauty. The connection to something deeper which often inspires poems is…
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The Speck Becomes the Sea
We are, each of us, a speck, living on a speck, rotating around a speck which is just one of billions of specks clustered in a speck. Here am I experiencing my own infinitesimal significance. I realize: I am a miracle, infinite in my miraculousness. In all the uncountable experiential specks that are consciousness in…
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Perceiving Spirit
Close both eyes; See with the Other one. Cover both ears; Hear with the Other one. Quiet my mind. Open my heart. Peer into infinity. Listen to my body. These senses Perceive my spirit, The true nature of self. Spirit is in all things. I look for it there. Its voice resonates in my body.…
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Argument is a Defense of Ego
I remind myself Every discussion is worth entering Every argument is worth leaving One is a journey of discovery One is a defense of ego
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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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Seeking ~ Being
There comes a time In every pilgrim’s journey When the path transforms From seeking To being