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The 'Words to Sit With' Collection is a home for free-to-share contemporary mindfulness poetry and stories.


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Moment by Moment

posted 20 Feb 2017, 15:06 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 20 Feb 2017, 15:06 ]

What to do when time is long?
Time can go faster with a cheerful song.
Smiles help make the time feel lighter.
Lifting spirits to make the day brighter.
Pay attention to sensation, thought, sight, and sound.
Try to let boredom pass and enjoy what’s around.

Tags: Time, joy

What the Bonsai Tree Sees

posted 20 Feb 2017, 14:55 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 20 Feb 2017, 14:55 ]

Sitting on the sill
Beside the staircase.
Glimpsing moments as we scurry by.
What does the Bonsai tree see?

Sometimes one who is hurried
A flash of energy,
No time to stop.

Sometimes one so serious
And post-occupied.
An expert in taking stock.

And in those magical moments
However few and far between
Our little Bonsai tree sees
The gaze of attentive eyes.

And when the Bonsai sees we are
Attuning while pruning
The Bonsai feels truly alive.

By Peter Morgan

Tags: Bonsai, decentering, stepping back, attunement


posted 2 Sep 2016, 09:55 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 2 Sep 2016, 09:56 ]

I have come home
From self-imposed, long exile
To this imperfect body.
Comfortable in my discomfort.
Welcomed, like the Prodigal Son, returning.
No blame.
No guilt.
No recrimination.
Only love.
So simple.
Loneliness healed.
Now everyone is welcome
To my home.

By Gary Hennessey

Tags: Compassion, acceptance, returning

Quietly Sometimes

posted 2 Sep 2016, 09:52 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 2 Sep 2016, 09:52 ]

The sun was really warm for a brief moment,
and in that brief moment,
everything was exposed.
Half life, half death.
A limbo of grey and green,
as nature showed its true colours
and life glimpsed on triumphant emerald,
through the grief of grey.
Ploughing the proof that life goes on.
Quietly, sometimes.

By Dorothy Sheppherd

Tags: Wisdom, life, nature

This Matters

posted 20 Jul 2016, 04:18 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 20 Jul 2016, 04:19 ]

When sister says to sister, 
I see you 
There is space for you here
You too deserve love
You too deserve peace
You too are love
You too are peace

By Maria Fortino

Tags: Compassion, metta, befriending


posted 20 Jul 2016, 04:11 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 20 Jul 2016, 04:11 ]

Walk, Look, and Listen; Feel, Taste and Smell

Our senses are vital to living, so pay attention well. 

Emotions are essential to guide us and to learn 

Build wisdom, conscience, insight, compassion, and concern

We are not robotic, our potential we’ve yet to unlock. 

Human goodness in our being needs to grow, not stop. 

Tags: Senses, growth, wisdom

Cursing the Weeds

posted 6 Jul 2016, 10:25 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 6 Jul 2016, 10:27 ]

As I sit
Looking out over the garden
My eyes are drawn to the uncut grass
And that patch that grows a different shade,
To the shed door that doesn't quite close
And the fence panel resting out of place.
I see uneven flagstones
And that leaky gutter.
So many things to do, I mutter.
And so I feel pulled, dragged in to action.
Called to account for so much unfinished business.

I hold my nerve, choosing to sit.
Letting eyes close and feeling the breath.

My mind regurgitates the images,
Reminding me of jobs not done. My body feels the tension, a reflection of the gap,
The gaping chasm between how things are and how I would like them to be.

I open my eyes and look out over the garden.

I ask myself what can I bring to this? 
After a moment flailing in the wind...
Perhaps a spark of curiosity.

I wonder what it would be like to step out and feel the dew on the grass.
Whether that patch feels any different
It is such a strong colour!
I remember the smell of cut grass.
I notice the plant beneath the leaky gutter, drip fed, and flourishing.
I enjoy the simplicity of the brick
Propping the shed door closed.
I feel a longing to go outside and be in the garden.
I hold my nerve, choosing to sit.
Letting eyes close and feeling the breath.

My mind wanders out, longing to feel
The cool, crisp blades
Of the dew-covered grass.
I feel the energy, the prickling
Emergence of interest.
The distance between where I am and where I would like to be.

I open my eyes, look out over the garden, and smile.

By Peter Morgan

Tags: The Gap, curiosity, choice

Taming the Tiger

posted 26 Jun 2016, 00:20 by Peter Morgan

Like a tiger
Eating what it caught
Like your mind
Latching on to what it thought

Like a tiger
Hunting down its prey
Like the mind
Following distraction all day

So tame the tiger
Calm the mind
Come into the moment
Leave the busyness behind

Notice your breathing
Be with your pain
Sit with your feelings
Repeat again and again

Into the space
Where nothing exists
Return the breath
When those thoughts persist

The tiger now lies
With one eye open
Keep it calm
You must be softly spoken

But the tiger
Needs to eat
Just as your mind
Wants thoughts to meet

Practice the skills
Of taming the tiger
Your constant distraction
Will be the reminder

By Jonathan Lee

Tags: Mind wandering, distraction, discipline

Let my Life be a Bonsai Tree

posted 26 Jun 2016, 00:19 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 26 Jun 2016, 00:20 ]

Let my life be a bonsai tree,
and me its caretaker;
neatly and deliberately,
let me nurture and shape it,
its gnarly visage
and unruly tendencies
into veritable perfection;
let me safeguard it,
so that it might someday flourish
-oh, my darling potted plant-
in the wilderness.

By Greg Fitzgerald

Tags: Nurturing

The Morning

posted 26 Jun 2016, 00:14 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 26 Jun 2016, 00:15 ]

It is the morning ……. I am so tired …….

The sun is shining ……. My body hurts …….

The sky is crystal blue ……. My head spins …….

The air is cool ……. I cannot breathe …….

The breeze caresses ……. My skin is warm …….

The flowers are beautiful ……. The pain is not so bad …….

My garden breathes for me ……. I feel so alive …….

The spinning will not last ……. The birds are singing …….

Beauty surrounds me ……. I will sleep later …….

Now I will meditate.

By Jeff Clay

Tags: Nature, senses, balance

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