Current poems in progress...
acting on stage
reading a new page
being on stage for a purpose
art heard aloud
art felt under skin
art as a way of being
Art is simply breathing
Breathing is simply art
Misty rivers run through living rooms
and cloudy thoughts are found in the attic
Sad rivers are found in the bed room
the rivers of the mind have a different tune.1,2,3 your free
our laughters roll down the telephone line
mixing and mingling with trembling space
your voice is bleeding love in my ear
and I melt like the moon in a black secret lake
softly shining on the wind-rippled water
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the water surrounds
you and me
Slowly passing by; Sounding like the sea
A ray of light shines in to the ward
a quantum intentioned calm of compassion
true people will take action.in the light to which were born
once more to the lake and look ahead this time,
but heed the water's edge
it was once fear of the Known
keeping one safely on shore
career decisions fonfuse the mind
career decisions confuse the mind
by calm thought and pureness of heart
an intention chosen, to help other humans on this wondrous sphere of life
pursueing the expression of humanitarian love
as a true statement of how confused the author is at the moment, the word "confuse" was mispelled in the first line by mistake not on purpose. But it drives the point home even further. C.Add to commentary
From the sky of basic goodnes, thunder cracks
inquisitive mind wonders if there is colors in the sky
mientras la luna llena sonrie con serenidad
iluminando el lago dentro del bosque
Suddenly, a thunder breakes the silence
un espacio de ecos interminables
A dragon stirs underground
despertando la lluvia y el viento
ĦĦĦQue viva la fiesta, Aqui estamos otra vez!!!
This doha was made in Tepoztlan Mexico during a beautiful practice Werma Sadhana, the full moon of march . Our sangha is becoming a mixture between people from USA and Mexico, hope you enjoy the mix of english and spanish.Add to commentary
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This doha was made in Tepoztlan Mexico during a beautiful practice Werma Sadhana, the full moon of march . Our sangha is becoming a mixture between people from USA and Mexico, hope you enjoy the mix of english and spanish.
A thousand pictures
Litter my mind
Kidnapping words
Trying to get out
Mocking the familiar adage
Of images and utterances
I struggle
Scarcely breathing
Lungs crushed beneath the weight
Of cumbersome words
Painting no pictures
Nor inspiring notions of greatness.
my wings are frail yet needed to be strong.
they wait as blood fills their veins and they expand
fragile, vulnerable, folded up and hidden
soon to shine as energy courses through them
given by the sun - my silvery wings
Flowers wave their yellow blooms gently in the wind