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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The Golden Rule
A tenant of most religions…is the Golden Rule
Recently, a poetess made a nice comment on my Mother’s Day poem. She made reference to honoring Mother Nature; of which the comment struck me as interesting. It made me to think of Earth Day which is celebrated on April 22 each year. Which in turn, took me down a path of convoluted thought, rather broad in perception and introspective. I stumbled across a quote attributed to Chief Dan George -“We are as much alive as we keep the Earth alive.” Thus, bringing me back full circle to where I began. It is there, with the realization of my...
Recently, a poetess made a nice comment on my Mother’s Day poem. She made reference to honoring Mother Nature; of which the comment struck me as interesting. It made me to think of Earth Day which is celebrated on April 22 each year. Which in turn, took me down a path of convoluted thought, rather broad in perception and introspective. I stumbled across a quote attributed to Chief Dan George -“We are as much alive as we keep the Earth alive.” Thus, bringing me back full circle to where I began. It is there, with the realization of my...
#love
#meditation
#nature
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Soul flowers
Soul flowers never wilt
But oh so slow they grow
Can you hold them?
No
But don’t go so soon
Don’t go
In broken pots they’re planted
Pottery of earth and gold
Paltry and forgetful…
Oh!
But then boom, they bloom
Then glow
Soul flowers in the sunshine
Soul flowers in the rain
Each a little silly thinking that they own a name
So?
To whom is each one talking to?
Who can they really know?
But oh so slow they grow
Can you hold them?
No
But don’t go so soon
Don’t go
In broken pots they’re planted
Pottery of earth and gold
Paltry and forgetful…
Oh!
But then boom, they bloom
Then glow
Soul flowers in the sunshine
Soul flowers in the rain
Each a little silly thinking that they own a name
So?
To whom is each one talking to?
Who can they really know?
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual
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Sunday Night
In hot,
clean water, almost
floating, I desire to drift
on mounting clouds, rivers, dunes
and rolling summer storms.
Fragments of poems drift by,
autumnal leaves, or seagulls and crows flying in the leafless air.
I watch them as they drift, silently
mouthing their syllables, and then
like curls of breath on a frosty playground, they’re gone —
Time ticks, and the body protests
with wrinkled fingers and trickles of sweat.
clean water, almost
floating, I desire to drift
on mounting clouds, rivers, dunes
and rolling summer storms.
Fragments of poems drift by,
autumnal leaves, or seagulls and crows flying in the leafless air.
I watch them as they drift, silently
mouthing their syllables, and then
like curls of breath on a frosty playground, they’re gone —
Time ticks, and the body protests
with wrinkled fingers and trickles of sweat.
#meditation
#philosophical
#SelfReflection
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Salaam
Dearest Luna,
Peace be with you.
Lend your embrace
to Bifrost and her polar span...
through rainbow mantled goddess space
before the eyes of dumbstruck man!
Commix your gold with glimmer sweep
in that crown Asgardian gleam,
to send me off into the deep
flux of an amber crescent dream!
Commix me with Aegean skies
to range above Olympic shores
and sip Vedic soma as time flies
amid the stars and meteors!
Commix again the...
Peace be with you.
Lend your embrace
to Bifrost and her polar span...
through rainbow mantled goddess space
before the eyes of dumbstruck man!
Commix your gold with glimmer sweep
in that crown Asgardian gleam,
to send me off into the deep
flux of an amber crescent dream!
Commix me with Aegean skies
to range above Olympic shores
and sip Vedic soma as time flies
amid the stars and meteors!
Commix again the...
#acceptance
#dreams
#meditation #moon
#meditation #moon
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The Risen Man
my alone time is where i like
to take the space i take to privately atone
introspectively inspect the weeds that seek to vine
through the crevices of a cracked heart
separate which seeds have grown along the alignment
of divine intelligence
balancing scales through tales of my crypt
honest and humbling
this script i de-scribe must be
the furtherance of unadulterated truth
swallow it wholesale...the acidic and the alkaline
grow and flow with that which
bestows me strength of...
to take the space i take to privately atone
introspectively inspect the weeds that seek to vine
through the crevices of a cracked heart
separate which seeds have grown along the alignment
of divine intelligence
balancing scales through tales of my crypt
honest and humbling
this script i de-scribe must be
the furtherance of unadulterated truth
swallow it wholesale...the acidic and the alkaline
grow and flow with that which
bestows me strength of...
#faith
#God
#meditation
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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Every Breath
every breath and heartbeat
is in a world we share
every thought and feeling
is broadcast everywhere
every act of kindness
every time we love
reverberates unconsciously
in the mind above
through the endless aether
through what's all around
vibrating sympathetically
with the unheard sound
of the beat and rhythm
of the wave and stream
of what selflessly is given
in the in between
what was and what is coming
the past and what will be
this moment where we're one in ...
is in a world we share
every thought and feeling
is broadcast everywhere
every act of kindness
every time we love
reverberates unconsciously
in the mind above
through the endless aether
through what's all around
vibrating sympathetically
with the unheard sound
of the beat and rhythm
of the wave and stream
of what selflessly is given
in the in between
what was and what is coming
the past and what will be
this moment where we're one in ...
#meditation
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Wind Doth Slice
the joy of life as wind doth slice
through the atmosphere -
sky is blue with clouds in view
moving as if we're
standing still up on a hill
enjoying a warm day
with senses satisfied in
every single way -
birds which sing as they begin
calling from the trees,
feeling we're surrounded
by living entities
both underground and too where sound
disappears in space
where electricity is found
as ion currents race
bringing life as through they slice
the plasma ocean's seas
brushing worlds...
through the atmosphere -
sky is blue with clouds in view
moving as if we're
standing still up on a hill
enjoying a warm day
with senses satisfied in
every single way -
birds which sing as they begin
calling from the trees,
feeling we're surrounded
by living entities
both underground and too where sound
disappears in space
where electricity is found
as ion currents race
bringing life as through they slice
the plasma ocean's seas
brushing worlds...
#meditation
#nature
#unicorns
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Mountain Spirit
I find myself longing to go back every time I can
That temple nestled between the hills in the mountains
The gentle hush of nature and great open skies
Away from the city, away from the noise
I always find myself in awe of that place
When sitting inside in complete silence and reverence
The incense burning with wisdom and sage
As if in the stillness you can hear the light
Religion or creed doesn’t matter up there
It’s just you, the wind, and whatever creature scurries by
Because in the silence that nature presents
There’s a...
That temple nestled between the hills in the mountains
The gentle hush of nature and great open skies
Away from the city, away from the noise
I always find myself in awe of that place
When sitting inside in complete silence and reverence
The incense burning with wisdom and sage
As if in the stillness you can hear the light
Religion or creed doesn’t matter up there
It’s just you, the wind, and whatever creature scurries by
Because in the silence that nature presents
There’s a...
#meditation
#peace
#SelfDiscovery #SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfReflection
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Dad's Mesquite
golden light filtered through
feathery green leaves.
gnarled rough brown bark reaches toward cotton clouds.
breeze gently sways nest on highest branch.
jet-black grackle perched on drooping mistletoe
advising, perhaps admonishing.
tree’s penumbra shields brightly colored hammock,
cradle for snoring hairless primate.
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feathery green leaves.
gnarled rough brown bark reaches toward cotton clouds.
breeze gently sways nest on highest branch.
jet-black grackle perched on drooping mistletoe
advising, perhaps admonishing.
tree’s penumbra shields brightly colored hammock,
cradle for snoring hairless primate.
© 2024
#meditation
#nature
#peace
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Hymn to the Land
bury your wounds, allowing
moorland dirt to coat fingernails
thinking of soles and toes and ankles
drumming dirt with the dance
of memories, of Beltane fires
wild arms extended
fingers flexed as if reaching
through clouds, weaving
night into glorious day
let a body drop, the weight of it
swaying gently on hammocks
made of willow branches
waiting for rain—
pure, crystalline droplets
falling from a mottled sky
giving yourself over to it all
bruised, yet full and feeling
because you...
moorland dirt to coat fingernails
thinking of soles and toes and ankles
drumming dirt with the dance
of memories, of Beltane fires
wild arms extended
fingers flexed as if reaching
through clouds, weaving
night into glorious day
let a body drop, the weight of it
swaying gently on hammocks
made of willow branches
waiting for rain—
pure, crystalline droplets
falling from a mottled sky
giving yourself over to it all
bruised, yet full and feeling
because you...
#Britain
#meditation
#pagan
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Beyond the Dial
When you look at their faces you can see something appealing
Under the crystal the hands that mark time just tick away
For whatever aesthetics or complications you may be seeking
It’s the inner workings that matter most each and every day
Beneath the surface you can witness a marvel of engineering
From balance wheels and rotors to jewels and gear trains
All this inside of a barrel where you can see a mainspring
I guess you can say all these tiny parts are the brains
Every single component is important for a timepiece to work
Imagined,...
Under the crystal the hands that mark time just tick away
For whatever aesthetics or complications you may be seeking
It’s the inner workings that matter most each and every day
Beneath the surface you can witness a marvel of engineering
From balance wheels and rotors to jewels and gear trains
All this inside of a barrel where you can see a mainspring
I guess you can say all these tiny parts are the brains
Every single component is important for a timepiece to work
Imagined,...
#meditation
#nature
#technology
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The Eyes Have It All
It should come as no surprise
What treasure are found in the eyes
There's so many things
The eyes can do like mesmerize
Some can take you by surprise
Then they set out to tantalize
There are eyes that cry
Sometimes they are full of lies
Other times they hide their deceit
They may shift or be filled with desire
There's little much that eyes can't do
When the eyes on you they befall
I think that you will agree
We love that the eyes have it all
What treasure are found in the eyes
There's so many things
The eyes can do like mesmerize
Some can take you by surprise
Then they set out to tantalize
There are eyes that cry
Sometimes they are full of lies
Other times they hide their deceit
They may shift or be filled with desire
There's little much that eyes can't do
When the eyes on you they befall
I think that you will agree
We love that the eyes have it all
#love
#meditation
#passion
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