Workshop - 02 Poems
These poems are artifacts left in the wake of a rather interesting workshop session. These poems are the results of the group working as a group.
GARDEN OF SELF
- with attention and presence
- brings to the surface
- raging rapids
- of impatience and un-ease
- we gather the silent witness
- my heart
- my soul who is not fooled by illusion
- i look for something to serve
- belies the appearance
- of waiting for courage
- and feeling the presence
- of the child
- shivering and alone
- will flowing like a song
- behold such a beauty a this
- the smells of life
- smoldering grains of sand
- something not of this machine
- not of this reality
- in moment to moment silent invocation
- I follow the essence self
- my machine cooperates in warming my soul
- life i feel it!!
- smoke on the beach
- watching and waiting
- divinely unstable soundlessly prodding
- breath
- gifts
- a garden of abandonment
- who is I?
- lost and found
THE BELOVED ANSWERS
I wish to remember
where am going
and to wish
for something to guide me
across a galaxy of misfortunes
distractions aplenty
wishing for a path
that leads to some benefit
awakening...now
smaller, fading, fading
becoming one with the cosmos
when a hand not human moves aside the veil
creation dances
tiniest seed of a soul
I see . . .I know
I humbly cry for help and the Beloved answers...always answers....
GARDEN OF SELF
with attention and presence
brings to the surface
raging rapids
of impatience and un-ease
we gather the silent witness
my heart
my soul who is not fooled by illusion
i look for something to serve
belies the appearance
of waiting for courage
and feeling the presence
of the child
shivering and alone
will flowing like a song
behold such a beauty a this
the smells of life
smoldering grains of sand
something not of this machine
not of this reality
in moment to moment silent invocation
I follow the essence self
my machine cooperates in warming my soul
life i feel it!!
smoke on the beach
watching and waiting
divinely unstable soundlessly prodding
breath
gifts
a garden of abandonment
who is I?
lost and found
THE BELOVED ANSWERS
I wish to remember
where am going
and to wish
for something to guide me
across a galaxy of misfortunes
distractions aplenty
wishing for a path
that leads to some benefit
awakening...now
smaller, fading, fading
becoming one with the cosmos
when a hand not human moves aside the veil
creation dances
tiniest seed of a soul
I see . . .I know
I humbly cry for help and the Beloved answers...always answers....
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