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Vaampyrae Sep 2020
Today, I will cool my heart with a bottle of patience, compassion, kindness, and love.

Repeat this when you feel the anger bubbling up.

I mean, don't we all get worked up sometimes?
Doesn't the world get too frustrating sometimes?

It's okay.
I know how that feels.

But remember that anger is the enemy of the heart.
Anger destroys all that you've worked so hard to create,
so accept the reality that you cannot change the world.

You are merely a speck of all creation,
so why make an enemy out of it?

Be its friend. Be part of it.

Love against all odds, even when the voices tell you otherwise.

Let love cool your heart and mind like the ocean shore.
Allow it to heal all your wounds.

Rest. Smile.
Laugh at the world’s absurdity.
Live in all of life’s simplicity and beauty.

You don't have to be Buddha or Jesus to do this.

Just breathe.

Breathe in

Patience
Compassion
Kindness and
Love

Breathe out hate.
Breathe out that what does not heal you.

Only with all of these can you begin to make a positive difference in the world. No matter how small.

So start with your heart.

Be patient, be compassionate, be kind, and most of all, love.

Hold that bottle close to your heart.

All else follows.
A note to myself when I feel angry. This seems more like prose than poetry, but I just wanted to express my heart today.

I’m generally an angry person, and growing up, I’ve always let anger consume me, but now I know better.

It's okay to feel angry and tired too. We're flawed that way. But don't forget you are more than your anger. You are loved, and that is what you deserve, just like everyone else.

I believe in you. You can do it.

Find your inner peace. It’s there. You just need to look within.

Love,
You
Ram B Sep 2020
When we stop
When we stay still
When we open our eyes
open our hearts
really see
really hear
be with our senses
here
now.
We see beauty,
We feel peace
and joy.
We receive love,
We give love.
We are one with everyone.
We are one with everything.
We are one with God.
Derrick Jones Aug 2020
Going with the flow
Yet you do not know
That the flow goes all directions

The natural lines that blind your mind
These barriers of glass
Create channels, rivers, currents
Patterns
Where the water
The flow
Simply goes

When you are always in the rapids
When your point of view is rabid
Only reacting
Not responding
So swept up in the current
You flail, flounder, following
Helplessly

Yet little do you know
The flow goes all directions
You are never alone
You are a node
You are the ocean
Not a current
You are everything
You’re worth it
You are the moment
You are worship
You are attention pointed out
Barriers are but illusions
Your life is lilting, tilting fusions
But becoming the ocean is not always easy
It’s massive, the motion makes us queasy
Most of the time we are in our own streams
Funneled by barriers as real as our dreams
But funneled nonetheless
Carried away

The process of growth
Is slowly raising yourself out of the stream
Slowly
Gradually
Adding moments of response
Instead of reaction
In that act
We find branches
In the stream
And therefore choice
We can paddle
Change our course

The world opens up
We are not the ocean yet
But on our way
As you lift yourself higher
Out of the stream
You do begin to see
The flow goes all directions
Flowing into the sea
Not only are you the ocean
But you are every stream

You float above this aquatic landscape
Coursing rivers like veins across the living earth
And, here is the magical part:
You can choose where to swim

You dive in
Headfirst
You are birthed
This is divinity
Infinity
Each moment of consciousness
A fateful flux
Between ocean and stream
Between finite and infinite
The macrocosm above
The microcosm below
The cosm in between

You are
Here
Now
The barrier between the mundane and the divine
The band of fluctuation
You are the frame
In which
This artwork unfolds

That is what happens when you can choose
When you lift out of the stream

On one level, you choose the next moment

On another level, you choose any of the infinite realities that your mind can imagine

On yet another, you are consciousness, the great ocean of light
Choosing which point to dive into the universe
Which river to course through

To enter a life of conscious experience
To sing the body electric
Be born and live and die
Be born
Live
Die
From ocean to stream and ocean again

The stream will be your entire experience
While you are underwater

But never forget:
This is Water

David Foster
This is Wallace

Meditation is learning how to swim
To realize this is water
And dryness is within
Then you learn to rise
Float above the water
Ascend
Transcend
Fly
So high
Then choose your stream
Dive in
Up and down
In and out
Like a dolphin merrily moving through the ocean
A smiling sine wave
Flowing seamlessly, dreamily
No wonder they are smiling
As free as one can be
They are the ocean and the stream
A realization that is probably easy
When one is born under the sea

We are the water in the stream
And the sea
Stretching across infinity
We are the force flowing through the tree
Splitting, branching
Diverging from the whole
But connected at the soul

In actuality
We are fractality
This poem was originally published on Medium with some pictures to accompany it to help illustrate the vision I'm trying to communicate, please check it out if you're interested! https://medium.com/words-ideas-thoughts/the-stream-and-the-ocean-d4a34c9f1a
Brian Turner Aug 2020
The space between my thoughts is my destination
breathing in..
breathing out..
I'm almost there

I envisage a piston as my lungs
breathing in..
breathing out..
I'm there
If you ever try meditation th goal is to "stop thinking'
South City Lady Aug 2020
I've spent the morning soaking my heart
in your words,
feeling each tenderness,
devouring nostalgic verse,
lingering in the fields before sunset's lips
grow silent

How your thoughts intermingle
with my own, slipped like satin
over my head to dress the hips of day
Such quietude to linger in these rooms
with faces I've yet to see, whose
minds are ever present

This meditative state, laced in whispers
enchanting the morning
      thank you for sharing
your vulnerabilities and concerns,
for taking time out
to feel and hope amidst
the scars of unprecedented days

Thank you for reminding me,
we must keep pressing forward
towards the dawn
I have spent the last hour catching up on HP poets' works from the week. Teaching high school online is robbing me of much needed creative time. How I miss writing poetry, how I've loved reading yours today. Thank you!❤️
Clouds
sketching
synchronistic
footnotes
into the novelties
of the day

Tucking into the folds
of late August valleys

painted in vintage clover

falling toward winter

Ivory forms lazily turn mobiles overhead

As symbols,
as comfort
as bucket filled rain.
Vi Aug 2020
I Have
With you
This faith
This love
This intimacy
This knowing

I Have
In you
My love
A lilt
A tune
A flowing

You are
Sometimes
My darling
Worlds
Of ache
And pain

You are
Right now
This moment
Forever
And
The same

I long
To tease
Apart
The me
The you
The thy

I want
To scream
And shout
You are
Not you
You’re I

I love you
Slow
And softly
With tenderness
Not shame

I always
Was you
Always
We are
one, And
The same

There is
A vast
Awareness
That seems
Not yours
But mine

There is
Some solace
In that
You are
My very
Mind
reyftamayo Aug 2020
nandirito na naman ako,
nag-iisa.
madalas, tuwing tanghali,
ay nalulugmok sa isang paboritong
sulok kaharap ang mga bulaklak
at insekto habang kinukumutan
ng pinaghalu-halong amoy ng mga
naglipanang mukha sa aking harapan.
dito ko madalas hintayin ang mabagal
na oras dahil katatapos lang ng klase
at ayaw ko pang umuwi.
nagpapahinga,
nag-iisip ng kahit na anong maisip,
nakatanga,
nagmamatyag sa kahit na ano o sinong malapatan
ng paningin.
walang pakialam sa nagmamadaling
mundo ng mga gising.
nandito ako't abala
sa isang munting sandali
ng kapayapaan para hanapin
muli ang sarili ko.
teka... hindi pala ako
nag-iisa rito.
kasama ko itong sigarilyo.
I sit, breathe in
eyes closed
feel my breath in my lungs
notice my eyes open and hands reach for the computer
remember I'm meditating and close them again, pulling my hands back to my lap
breathe again
listen to the neighbors chit chat outside my window
the sound of which has no meaning and is only melodious like birds singing
breathe out
phone rings
all of 15 seconds I could meditate
now it's time for more chronic busyness
doing absolutely nothing
ahhhhh
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