We are each of us
a repository of the universe.
In each of us sleeps creation.
If on this page you see the clouds
that rains upon the forest
and feel the paper in the tree,
then you are a poet.
For the cloud rains down upon the earth,
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A Poet Reborn
October 2nd, 2007 · No Comments
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Peace
September 27th, 2007 · No Comments
Seeking peace,
In prayer and meditation,
I do not call upon creation,
I answer.
To hear,
I turn inwards,
inside,
Into myself.
The voice of creation is more gentle
than snowfall
more quiet,
than candle flame,
more peaceful than sunset,
more still,
than the sounds of incense rising.
I breathe out sadness and sorrow.
I breathe in joy,
peace and contemplation.
No thoughts no sounds,
I am placid and contemplative.
I am still…
Bhante Kassapa
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Autumn Rushings Springs Rebirth
September 24th, 2007 · No Comments
For a passing time,
they were rushing to their deaths
with the passion of martyrs,
holding a long kept secret,
they take to their graves.
Now with the branches against a bright blue canopy
the light against the dark,
offering up the contrasting rareness of Winter’s hold.
Only a few,
a very few remain,
left to greet the still.
But one by one,
they will descend,
in sloping rounds,
an ancient call they must rend.
Drifting this…
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I Sit in Perfect Silence
September 24th, 2007 · No Comments
I sit in perfect silence.
Ever present
to my weaknesses and my strengths.
Remaining ever present,
in the dawn lit morning mists
I calm my inner world.
My thoughts rise on incense
that perfumes the air
and offers to accompany me
on this morning’s journey.
I pray myself happiness, joy and peace.
I ask the same for you.
I know that I am judged,
by my weakness and not my strengths,
but for me they are the same.
Often I am strong…
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Refuge
September 10th, 2007 · No Comments
I place my trust,
With the One who teaches all,
The One who shows me
The life I need to live.
I sing the songs,
Of the Sage of time,
Who transcends the circle of life,
And pens the words
of love and compassion.
I seek the place
Where people of peace
Gather to pray,
And live in nature’s harmony.
I come again
to seek The Teacher of Truth
The Master of…
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