Daily Meditations - Hello Poetry

Nov 2018

Pax

Dream

I fall into the deepest dream.
Hug by darkness, i give in.
Then by miracle i was torn
to be reborn.

it's been long...

#reborn #torn #dream #pax #meracle #life #darkness #dark #deepest

Nov 2018

harlon rivers

The Womb of Time ... 2013 HP debut poem (repost)

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The Womb of Time
by harlon rivers

hours drip slowly
onto a taunting empty page
the soul’s depictions brushed simply

a palette of whispered words
dry as if it were thoughts painted
onto a tightly stretched canvas

it's been said so many times before
similes,...
form clots at the tip of the quill
gathered words,...
finally surrendering to gravity’s flow
as the ink scribes the paltry ruminations;
flooding the same stifled notions
another way into another moment

metaphorical sleights of hand
incarnate onto the absolving
sheet of parchment;
traces of past now’s ensconced
in considered words

miles of silent reverie,
spun,...
like a spider reprocessing,
carefully savoring
each fine silk thread of web,

spinning a womb of time...

The first read came the day it was published and the second 8 days later Thank you to those who have read my humble musings over these past years... and to those who have shared so much of themselves for all our reading interests.

I'll always wonder, how one day out of nowhere, I stumbled upon HP and joined. I mean "why that one moment 5 & 1/2 years ago ?"...I confess, fate is not often understood in its nebulous irony, yet everything is not meant to be understood. Live, let go and don’t worry about the uncertain crossroads as seasons change, there comes a time when we aren't looking for anything and we find a passing moment ...

© 2013, May 15th ... Harlon Rivers

one thing for certain in life is change ...

Nov 2018

ryn

Keep Me Safe

Keep me safe.

Keep me unseen
from eyes that ask incessantly.

Keep me from questions
with answers that reveal too much.

Keep me dignified.
Keep me filled what little I have left.

Keep me sane.
Keep me the same.
Keep me collected.

Keep me close.
Keep me comforted in my sleep.

Keep me from harm.
From the monsters under my bed.
From the demons in my head.

Keep me safe...

#hellopoetry107 #keepmesafe

Nov 2018

Onoma

Bodhisattva's Blues

your timing's so good--

you prove it doesn't exist.

a stand in testification...

unshakably watching what

gets carried away.

nothing will survive your

Bodhisattva gaze~that's

not willing to give it all away

in an instant.

the ground lights up as your

feet root pilgrimage.

you turn around to heed

the world's call, the world

follows...as it must.

it's you who has the strength to

integrate such pause given.

what's that look like?

i mean, eyes are connectable...

usable in an act of faith.

i keep looking into your eyes,

and they'll never tell me you're

nowhere to be found...because

we look through one another

so well.

Nov 2018

Eddie Starr Love Poetry

Live Free Live For

Live free , from hate and resentment.
Live free, from anger and bitterness.
Live free, from sadness and loneliness.
Live free, from selfishness and sorrow.
Live free, from rejection and spitefulness.
Live free, from pride, controlling, and overbearing.
Live for, Hope, Joyfulness, and Peace.
Live for, Love, selflessness, and Goodness.
Live for , Giving, Sharing, Enjoying, Hope.
Live for, Humbleness, Happy, self-control.

Oct 2018

Onoma

Buddha's Finger Painting

Buddha sits...

(in every conceivable direction)

finger painting a field

of flowers, while breathing

through billions of

human beings.

he remains breathless...

( directionless)

the chest of his sky no longer

heaves, but knows its heart

above all else.

rarer than a bird that realizes

it's flying.

as color is blind of itself, because

its spectrum's sight is so profound.

Buddha sits...

finger painting a field of flowers.