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Ram B Jun 2018
golden rays
afternoon sun
shining

green leaves
tropical bamboo
swaying

cool breeze
summer weather
blowing

tiny birds
sweet harmony
singing

me, myself and I
with love and gratitude
sitting.
Danielle May 2018
I should sleep.
Nestled quietly next to him.
Bundled against that soft breeze.
But I want to be mindful.
Breathe in his lingering scent.
That rests against my skin.
There is in some ways nothing more powerful then the sense of smell. The memories that get tied to it and the feelings.
Nicholas Burge Apr 2018
Rain falls good evil
They all get wet and I know
The rain picks no side
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
Igloo


Love is beauty.
Love is careful.
Love is poetry.
Love is mindful.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Colm Apr 2018
Her hair alive
A life of its own

With waters clear
And mindful eyes

Ever wide awake
As if with sound

Be it nothing at all
She is ever still
Verbal portrait of a woman in water.
Simon Mar 2018
Be
Be patient
Wait a little
Wait for a while

Be calm
Breathe a little
Rest for a while

Be mindful
Think a little
Think for a while

Be happy
Smile a little
Smile for a while
Advice to myself
OnyxSea Dec 2017
The world breaks down,
into a cacophony of voices.

A symphony of strength,
a melody of choices.

The sum of our decisions and thoughts within,
give rise to a personality and character wherein:
Choices are made, and the path is sealed,
leaving no room except for one to yield.

To one's past decisions,
the actions which have wrought.
A series of consequences,
and what of it, a thought.

Of a better result than what has been seen,
Of a whole slew of decisions, however bad it may seem.
What we once chose,
become shackles that bind,
our very future,
into a dime.

We chase after shadows, figments of truth,
Of happiness and fulfilment, for good or for ill.
We choose a path, based on choices which shape,
whatever we become, for our happiness' sake.

Yet the pursuit of wealth, of money or success,
defined by others, and not by one's zest.
Will only lead to failure, a complete mess.

Of one's very own mind,
a confused wreck.
Not knowing the difference between what's good or bad.
The unending pursuit of one's own dream,
leads to an ending, that few have rarely seen.

For most seek power, and others seek wealth,
Few seek happiness, above all else.
The result of all these, what very few can see,
is the transformation of mind, from pure to unclean.

What is happiness, in truth,
but chemicals and flukes?
Based on this, people chase what's abstruse.

To succeed in society where happiness exists,
only at the top, while the rest subsist.
On scraps and inklings of what they deem to be,
a happiness that is perfect, worry-free and complete.

Thus they are trapped,
they don't begin to see,
the trappings of society,
so thorough and complete.

They don't see the happiness that lies in relief,
Or the pointlessness of striving toward what has yet to be.

Yet this very cessation,
of striving towards things,
is the very happiness that all wish to see.
Absolute freedom, an endless expanse.
Available right here, where we may truly rest.

Shaped by society to be narrow-minded and cold,
Let us break free, to be joyous and bold.
To enjoy the ecstasy that does not depend,
on cause and condition, or any expense.
Let us strive forth, to cease all attempts,
at seeking a happiness that requires us to attend.

May all of us enjoy, an eternity of rest.
Viseract Oct 2017
I'm like a teachers pet except what I  learn I regret
Eager to be the best but stressed when it comes to the test
I'd rather lay down mindful practicing in my head
Then to lay down mindless depressed as s__t in my bed
just a couple bars :)
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