meditation

Light in Darkness

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Meditative

Darkness falls over my eyes,
fear would be the normal reaction.

Denial I will not give into,
I do fear it,
at least at the start.
But then a light blazes into being,
from my heart it comes.
From having journeyed into my darkness
I Found My Light.

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7/30/12

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Stillness & Silence

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Meditative

Born unto noise,
chosen by silence,
I choose to be one with that silence.

To be silent of mind, heart and soul,
My words will be light, but persistent,

Stillness will be my shield
from the slings of hatred and ignorance
I will sit in my garden and be safe.

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7/30/12

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Discovery of the Silent Goddess

Alone figure sits on a hill,
Clothed in a simple robe.
She is still and shrouded in peace.
She is the one whom exists within me,
guiding me wil silence.

Tress blowing in the perfect breeze.
Silently sitting, eyes closed observing everything.
Gentle is her smile,
and words when spoken,
though hard to hear,
hit home with much force.

Flowers grow where Her gaze falls.
Her embrace brings healing and balance.
Her breath carries with it the promise of good things to come.
She is my inner self.

I do not want to sit with Her.
Because she is always with me,
Here, Now and Always.

She has always been with me,
always listening,
always guiding,
I do not always listen,
but she is patient with me.
She will still speak with the same voice till I listen.

When I do sit with Her it is like looking
into a dark cave,
the cave of your Mind, Body and Soul.

Thought I say I do not want to sit with Her,
Really I do.
To better myself and learn about who I am.

She is my Goddess in a Garden

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Made: 7/24/12 @ 01:54 - 7/27/12 @ 02:17

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Sonnet #1 - Words to live by

Do stop the things you do at this here time
there's something more important you must do
your thoughts on other matters put behind
your thoughts on any matter you must lose

this simple step you must never forget
to breathe so slow and deep your lungs are filled
the earth's fresh air to enter, you must let
for worry, pain and fear to have been killed

Now go speed up your heart in healthy ways
your body young and fresh is best to keep
do savor every moment of your days
and seldom burden yourself with much sleep

Ben Franklin said these words that you must save
there will be enough sleeping in the grave

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Just getting into poetry and decided to try writing my first sonnet. Fun.

Still

Still is the rushing water below the bridge.
Still is the rustling leaves in the trees.
Still is the ominous vibration of the lowest
cord on the windchimes, carried on...

Still is the whistle of the wind,
and the frog croaking in a tree 100 yards away
still is the world revolving below
and the moon rotating up high.
still is the pulse of the waves on the sand.

While all these things stand still
I stand. Still listening. Still feeling.
Still thinking. Still.

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Clensing

smoke and fire cleanse the soul;
the mind at ease-
at new moon's dead light.
I've said my prayers,
now lies my head,
while smoke and fire dance
upon peaceful eyes.
I lay last breath upon the sheets,
in with the world,
imperfect love,
last gasp let loose,
life's last sin.

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The Crucifix On My Wall

I gaze up at you, while you look down at me,
and wonder if any of my prayers you hear,
for I ask every day if you'll set me free
from my pains and struggles seeming always near.
The answer? With you on the cross I must be
and yet while I try to draw close I still fear
that when I arrive I'll find my greatest loss:
Not you, my sweet Lord, but a bare wooden cross.

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MEDITATION (SENRYU)

Seek a silent place

regulating your breathing

let the mind relax.

(c) copyright heather burns

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Potted Pastoral

....................................................A garden and this hosepipe. A yellow, rubberised snake looping around the grass.
..................................................................The sun shines down on me, ultraviolet sparks water to glass—
..............................................................................Light daggers fall, pitter-patter piercing the ground,
.............................................................................Thud splish thud splish into the pots, as all around
.........................................................................................Rural paradise is planted and created,
......................................................................................All of that green for which we all have waited.
.........................................................................................Fence round it, say “this is my domain”,
..................................................................................................Pot miniatures just the same.
...............................................................................................................Eden in ceramic
.........................................................................................................For the modern manic,
............................................................................................................Unaware of the truth,
.........................................................................................................But ready with “forsooth!
......................................................................................................We have a swain and maid
.....................................................................................................Frolicking through this glade
....................................................................................................With sheep and bells array’d...”

And all that stuff
We love so much.

........................................................................Our paradise must be artificial, for gardens must be sheared;

................................................................ Control our divine right, ....................................... (Yet at the dead of night
................................................................ Control what could be feared;............................. Foundations seem upreared:
................................................................ Foresee a coming drought.................................. All is lost through foresight.
................................................................ And march on ‘til next year................................... These roots grow under here.)

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Probably my favourite

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