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Category: Poetry

Wilting Rose
Poetry

All those flowers 

I used to watch a lot of porn. Over the past year or so it started to change as an experience for me. I started seeing more of the pain and emptiness in the faces of the actresses. The paint started to wear off. The...
Not Mine
Mindfulness, Poetry

Not Mine 

When I move I move with the notion That its my own Volition How can it be other Than this Knowing from experience And feedback Knowing from feedback Is circular defense Of my argument for Choice The pattern of choice Is built with feedback As...
Poetry

Blooming 

To see what the world sees In you would be to miss To get stuck in mundane Looking in your eyes Seeing the depths of being A playful energy wanting out Moment of connection Feeling the burn of the past Hesitation to be again Then...
Sunny Stormy
Poetry

Stormy Conditions Arising 

"This weekend I watched as my relaxed state of mind was interrupted with certain events. These events left a light, but tangible color to all the experiences that followed. As I tried to escape from those conditions, I realized that in order to want to...
Water Lily
Poetry

Water Lily 

Roots in the mud The Lily grows From the pond Everything appears dark Water is cloudy But a shimmer of light Trust must be To follow the path With diligence Once surface found Flowering inevitable A new being arises Roots in the mud Flower in...
Poetry

The story is a lie 

A matter of influence Versus outright control This is the lie The story is told About what we do And choose Choice isn't own Control isn't true Mind is subjected to Like waves on surface Senses and thought are Bouncing around as ripples Result is...
Mindfulness, Poetry

Being seen through 

I had a very interesting experience in Vegas. I was moping a little bit at the experience I was in, and was wondering how I got there. I seemed to keep dropping and drooping. Then in an instant, this force pushed through me. Eyes opened...
Angel
Poetry

Diamond Heart 

I did a meditation session with my friend Parminder this past February. We went pretty deep, into my gut where I've had ongoing issues. There was this shadow/monster from my childhood, I could only recognize as jagged and red eyes, and fear/confusion/not knowing what's going...
Poetry

Teflon mind 

In this moment i die i that grasps onto thoughts i that is reborn again each second Teflon Mind is slippery Observing each moment Then the next A discontinuous function Split by the rise and fall Of now Normal Mind is always sticking Linking each...