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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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No longer negotiating

posted 9 Aug 2019, 07:41 by Peter Morgan

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

posted 22 Mar 2019, 10:03 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 22 Mar 2019, 10:03 ]

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

posted 1 Mar 2019, 01:28 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 1 Mar 2019, 01:28 ]

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

posted 1 Mar 2019, 01:23 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 1 Mar 2019, 01:24 ]

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

posted 4 Feb 2019, 03:09 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 4 Feb 2019, 03:13 ]

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

posted 17 Sep 2017, 12:47 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 17 Sep 2017, 12:47 ]

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


posted 17 Sep 2017, 12:37 by Peter Morgan   [ updated 17 Sep 2017, 12:39 ]

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

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

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