Entries Tagged as 'Dharma Poetry'
February 10th, 2008 · 2 Comments
Just now peering through the trees,
the first light of morning gold
breaks the shadow times of night.
Before the light grows stronger
awakening the morning creatures,
I wonder at the ‘oh so silent still’.
In these moments of calm morning air,
and daylights not yet broken
I pause to breathe the tranquil space.
For soon the chitterings of waking birds,
will chorus in the morning’s songs
as night’s shade fades away.
The promise of another day’s dawning
as morning stretches
to embrace the once cold and darkened…
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January 25th, 2008 · 3 Comments
Like the last leaf
that falls from the tree,
all things come to completion.
When I began this journey
I did not know the steps my sandals take,
Sadly at times I know where they will not.
I have left opened doors behind me,
walking away from gaping mouths
and statues with clay feet.
If I am to make my way into this life
I must risk the blessings
that have been lavished upon me.
It is from the goodness that…
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November 29th, 2007 · 2 Comments
Seeing the lines left in freshly raked sand,
pleased that yet no footprints appear.
I feel the cold window glass upon my fingertips,
while voices try to distract my thoughts.
Chased from one space to another
by my need for solitude.
Often others find a way to intrude
upon my burgeoning compassion.
Until I secret myself away
and find a sheltered corner.
Where I find myself a space,
to center and collect the person I’ve lost.
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I begin to search
the empty rooms of my memories.
Nothing but dust and decaying veils,
crumbling do I find.
A thought rises and dies,
a silent agony.
Rooms dimly lit, where no happiness rests.
I reach for words,
that simply fall away.
I stretch for meanings,
that elude my tender touch.
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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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