SmogOps Canteen
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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