
Current poems in progress...
acting on stage
---nicole, slave lkae alberta
reading a new page
---nicole, slave lkae ab
being on stage for a purpose
---nicole, slave lake ab
art heard aloud
---Anonymous
art felt under skin
---Anonymous
art as a way of being
---Anonymous
Art is simply breathing
---Ruth Pouchie, Sunny Isles Beach, Florida, USA
Breathing is simply art
---Anonymous
Misty rivers run through living rooms
---Brandon Brophy, Ontario, Canada
and cloudy thoughts are found in the attic
---Anonymous
Sad rivers are found in the bed room
---Anonymous
the rivers of the mind have a different tune.1,2,3 your free
---stoneyop269, london
our laughters roll down the telephone line
---Anonymous
mixing and mingling with trembling space
---Anonymous
your voice is bleeding love in my ear
---Anonymous
and I melt like the moon in a black secret lake
---Anonymous
softly shining on the wind-rippled water
---Jeffrey Martin, Tepozlán, Morelos, Mexico
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the water surrounds
---Tanja, Stockholm
you and me
---Göran, Stockholm
Slowly passing by; Sounding like the sea
---N. S Baby, Canada
A ray of light shines in to the ward
---Anonymous
a quantum intentioned calm of compassion
---Anonymous
true people will take action.in the light to which were born
---stonryop269, london
once more to the lake and look ahead this time,
---Anonymous, oakland, CA
but heed the water's edge
---Anonymous, oakland, ca
it was once fear of the Known
---Anonymous
keeping one safely on shore
---Anonymous
career decisions fonfuse the mind
---c
career decisions confuse the mind
---c
by calm thought and pureness of heart
---c
an intention chosen, to help other humans on this wondrous sphere of life
---c
pursueing the expression of humanitarian love
---c
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
---Gary Hubiak, Tepoztlan, Mexico
inquisitive mind wonders if there is colors in the sky
---Lourdes Alvarez, Tepoztlan, Mexico
mientras la luna llena sonrie con serenidad
---Yolanda Corona, Tepoztlan, Mexico
iluminando el lago dentro del bosque
---Geo Legorreta, Tepoztlan, Mexico
Suddenly, a thunder breakes the silence
---Noemi Ramirez, Tepoztlan, Mexico
un espacio de ecos interminables
---Salvador Espinoza, Tepoztlan, Mexico
A dragon stirs underground
---Erica Cohen, Tepoztlan, Mexico
despertando la lluvia y el viento
---Gaby Cordova, Tepoztlan, Mexico
ˇˇˇQue viva la fiesta, Aqui estamos otra vez!!!
---Jaime Vélez, Tepoztlan, Mexico
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
---Melissa Husted, Fort Worth, TX USA
Litter my mind
---Melissa Husted, Fort Worth, TX USA
Kidnapping words
---Melissa Husted, Fort Worth, TX USA
Trying to get out
---Melissa Husted, Fort Worth, TX USA
Mocking the familiar adage
---Melissa Husted, Fort Worth, TX USA
Of images and utterances
---Melissa Husted, Fort Worth, TX USA
I struggle
---Melissa Husted, Fort Worth, TX USA
Scarcely breathing
---Melissa Husted, Fort Worth, TX USA
Lungs crushed beneath the weight
---Melissa Husted, Fort Worth, TX USA
Of cumbersome words
---Melissa Husted, Fort Worth, TX USA
Painting no pictures
---Melissa Husted, Fort Worth, TX USA
Nor inspiring notions of greatness.
---Melissa Husted, Fort Worth, TX USA
my wings are frail yet needed to be strong.
---stonryop269, londonb
they wait as blood fills their veins and they expand
---t, London
fragile, vulnerable, folded up and hidden
---t, London
soon to shine as energy courses through them
---t, London
given by the sun - my silvery wings
---t, London
Flowers wave their yellow blooms gently in the wind
---Jeffrey Martin, Tepoztlán, Mexico