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The Collection
No longer negotiating
In my worry about the future, about what will happen to him After I am gone. . . I see his face, smiling quietly As he looks at the newspaper. What does it matter What will happen then? This is now, and he is beautiful.
No need for words. In this instant, he is safe, loved.
In my sinking into thoughts I sometimes come up for air Sitting still, watching this breath, my belly gently heaving. Every yesterday gets canned just then. Every care
Blown away. And at that moment, here is life, believing
in that, every other good is served up on a plate.
No need to bargain for my position. No need to curl myself
Into a cocoon, seeking approval, avoiding hate A break from the past. A blessing here and now, a boon. No longer hurrying into a future where I may be late. By Sreela Tags: Impermanence, present, love |
Bluebell Lane
This corner of old England
Dappled in hazy spring sunshine
Old houses with tales to tell
Sagging walls on a pot-bellied shed
Topped with a shag pile moss roof
Gnarled, arthritic twisted trees
Gently swaying, leaves whispering
In a warm undulating breeze
And dancing bumble bees
Dusting the nodding flowers
With yellow pollen knees
Children sitting on the grass
Making daisy chains for Mother
A gift worth more than gold
Made with care, from love
Lost in worlds we once knew
But have misplaced somehow
Perhaps to find again.... one day
If we can find the time to stop By Paul Brown Tags: Nature, being present, simplicity |
The Tree
I Hug Mother Earth
Grounded in Her richness
My Arms reach out to the heavens
Dancing in the wind
I offer my canopy as Sanctuary,
Sheltering and nourishing
I have writhed in the storms,
scarred and aging....
Remaining grounded in Mother Earth
As I stretch toward the heavens,
The tree and I are one....
Claiming our place in the sun. By Susan Nelson Tags: Grounding, stability, equanimity |
When I allow myself to slow down
When I allowed myself to slow down, I noticed my racing heart, my short shallow breath, my tense face and hands.
When I allowed myself to slow down, I noticed the salty taste and the wind on my cheeks, the smell of the sea and the cry of the birds.
When I allowed myself to slow down, I noticed that everything changes
My heart calming down, my breath deepening
My mind at ease in this moment of belonging to what is
When I allow myself to be still, I notice that everything is perfect the way it is. Tags: Allowing, letting be, impermanence |
I Sit and I Feel it
I sit and I feel it
I sit some more whilst it swells
It’s in my heart that’s where it dwells
My gut is bursting full of it
All the while I sit and sit
I sit and I feel it
It wants to rise up in my chest
I wish It would sit down to rest
Now rising up , a tidal wave
My eyes are leaking ‘n’ can’t behave
All the while I sit and sit
I sit and I feel it
I hear my mind say ‘run away’
‘Make it better just go and play’
My thoughts are strong but I remain
To quash this thing would be in vain
All the while I sit and sit
I sit and I feel it
Bit by bit it shrinks back down
Flowing away from my head and crown
It’s fading now I feel it slow
This thing called sadness decides to go
All the while I sit and sit
I sit and I feel it
It ebbs away becoming distant
In its wake there no resistance
I’m stronger now I feel blessed
To sit and feel is always best
And all the while I sit and sit By Angela Tags: Letting be, Tolerance, Equanimity, Impermanence |
Moments of Freedom
And I stop
for a second,
like that moment when I awake
before my mind starts working.
And I stop.
I see
I hear
I smell
I touch
I feel
I am.
And it is just as it is
for a second,
and then
well then I become my thoughts
until I remember again
to stop.
Maybe the sound of the woodpecker,
maybe to sight of the majestic Stag,
maybe the smell of the cold, damp dew,
maybe the feel of the wind on my face,
reminds me to stop.
Reminds me to return to that place,
that place of stillness,
where darkness doesn't exist,
only light.
Where freedom is a possibility
for a split second,
just being,
just being,
just being free,
just being me. By Joanna Kay Tags: Awareness, senses, pause |
Being
I see you, it makes me smile
It's a relief, as I know you have been hiding
Welcome, you are as you are
I feel you
Your breath, your fear, your hopes
Settle, have faith in this moment
Trust it will be as it should be
I accept you, and all is well By Nicki Tags: Acceptance, connection, non-judgmental |
Moment by Moment
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
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 Preoccupied, Occupied, 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 |
Home
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 |
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