A Sort of Meditation
An invitation to meditation:
Laying still as a stone.
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A Place To Remember
Where once we call our own;
A brief hello, a moment.
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A Piece of Heaven on Earth
She blinds with her seductive elixir.
mixed senses, intoxicated, rain on me:
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Keep Calm And Carry On
Coming into the now, from where the past has come to pass.
Only to make known how all things can work together for good.
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Morning Reconciled
When the light of a new day opens wide her inexhaustible daybreak, flings wide your curtains as her reflection pierces off multi-colored windows, and pulls up those dancing vertical blinds. This early morning announces the encounter. Listens as birds out on a limb, creating melodies. As the dew rises with a fresh mesmerizing sensation and calm aroma, and watches as the flowers grow.
In this, mindfulness becomes the strength of the day.
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What's with Preconceived Notion
All in the name of,
We lived our lives: as wandering spirits;
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The words hold significance and power,
As they cascade like a muse, drawing you in
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WIND
An unexpected visitor arrived in our town of Flint Hill the other day. Yes unannounced, having journeyed far and wide, legend has it that he was
the son of the rock of ages, ancient of time.
Angles chasers, his presence was as we all beheld
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As the Sun Kissed the Horizon
Then, time blinks; a slow awakening of nature sounds.
We keep pouring the same grain of sand.
Through our fingers; and the loss is with each passing: Nature is reborn.
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A Blade Of Grass
Damp from the early morning dew:
Glitter off the moon night light sparkles
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A Battle for Turf
Living on toxic exhaustion, colored behind a killer's instinct. From conception to birth; life unfolds over the requiem encounter when one becomes a trillion: hunting a hunter.
It is a survival game, where many are killed and brought to defeat at the legion's victory
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Timeless,
Timeless, lost in a moment: as its fragrance eludes between places. Causes attention span to shrink into a vacuum,
Under brain waves in retract; flashbacks: paradise in stillness;
once a vision quest, by waves of schoolie Dolphin Funds from
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Capture Happiness
Held in the place where it always abides.
Here in the presence, often seemingly absent.
There's a yearning to be apprehended.
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REST
Matt11: 28 "Come to me; all who are weary and heavily burdened {by religious rituals that provide no peace}, and I will give you rest {refreshing your souls with salvation}
29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me {following Me as My disciple},
for I am gentle and humble in heart, and You will find rest {renewal, blessed quiet}
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Soundscape, Arouse:
Canyon stream, smoked screen: scattering lights.
Mirror reflects.
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I'm currently living in Marietta Ga. Four adult children. I retired from Delta Airlines and currently working at Krogers as a Dairy/Grocery clerk. I enjoy reading, Meditation, and being creative, art, antiques, and Antique Roadshow. Foreign movies, and music. Extreme sports cooking Investing in the stock market. None Profit Organizations, Public Broadcasting TV, and other cultural experiences. My passion is using words to create images. Therefore, I have some poems. in anthologies and also posted online.)
A Sort Of Meditation
A Sort of Meditation
An invitation to meditation:
Laying still as a stone.
This oneness connects to universal soothe.
Where the center achieves Nirvana, in deep
Breath-holding space is quite healing.
Ambiance; process and observation recess.
Enlighten by the light of insight.
Rebirth of human existence part#2
for life's body balance.
The art of meditation encircles
relaxed nature, depth of blue alluring call.
Stillness has touched tranquility that's
meant to last always.
Throughout this meditation,
marathon, a tribute to the healing;
peaceful Buddha;
state of mind locus,
a new silence;
Ever-expanding harmony, vibrant yellow heat,
glowing compassion radiates red, giving gifts
in the green, light in an abundance of wellness.
An orange organic aura creates an inner
purple beauty; the essence mosaic;
the soulful garden was now a divine emerald.
'If I am a poet, in my own eyes? That makes me a poet. But if I am not accepted in the genre of poetry, does that not make me a poet? '