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Laura Mar 2020
Happiness, but for how long?
How long until sadness returns?
Peace, but for how long?
How long until anxiety rules again?
Safe, but for how long?
How long until fear takes over?
Love, but for how long?
How long until it's gone?

Always fretting over what's to come
Forgetting to enjoy the present.
Blessings on my lips and tongue
But my mind will not relent.
Fleur Mar 2020
The thrum of a city’s streets; the lifeblood of the foyer’s rack.

A simple lobby to most in passing, yet—to some—a trap of loss and lack.
A meditation on people coming and going in life. Social circles, stations in life, and how permanent it all seems when you can't accept the process.
The Dybbuk Feb 2020
When the waves dance,
and as the tumbling void laughs,
and the coming whisper of the old tree shivers,
We die.
And we awaken in a gleaming world,
and tears wept in the beauty of
the moment
are kept in jars by homunculi.
Time surrenders to the mistakes of a younger
self, ignorant of the joy in stupidity.
Toni Feb 2020
I often dream of a place
Far from home
Deep in the woods
I’m sure you know.
Away from the people
The buildings
The noise
Where the witches dance
And the fae rejoice
In their absence.
I can’t keep the woods out of my head, I just want to dance under the moon and laze away my days in grassy knolls.
Karen Lang Feb 2020
I am here
Where else can I go?
My mind can pull me
My mind can take me
My mind can confuse me
But I stay in stillness
I stay focused on my breath
I stay in this moment
I am here
Nowhere else to be
With life
With it all
With nothing
I am here
Presence is a practice.  So practice. :)
Klaus Jan 2020
In the morning
I meander
mindfully

A quick drag
A sultry sip

In the morning
I meditate,
I meditate
Madness into a makeshift manual

A fresh breath
that lets out a quick crisp snap
and a call to all airs

A jittering jolt
followed by smooth calming hum

In pitch, on cue
Knowing what to do

The poise of a being
Instilled
Into a day
Take a deep breath
A boss forwards an e-mail
a one word question:
“Thoughts?”
Oh sweet genius minimalist leadership!
Can it ever substance yield?

No.
Vacuous answers fill the net.
Nothing of real thought in this haul.
Just regurgitated ideas in different clothes
But no one chooses to notice.
They believe they have touched
the face of innovative greatness,
the holy grail that is ‘disruption’.

Self-congratulation, back-slaps
high-fives all round.
Yet if all yearn to be disruptive,
no one really is
except the person standing still
saying nothing, not disturbing,
just observing.
Listening and thinking.
In silence.

Businesses inwardly focussed
drown in self-inflicted noise.
In meetings talk is everything.
The person who just listens?
A penalised non-contributor.

Noise is self-aggrandising.
Attention-grabbing.
The Big Me.
The talker spouts hyperbole
"There's no I in TEAM!"
Re-arranging the letters,
the listener smiles.
"Look AT ME",
the talker's real words.

The listener,
the true disrupter at work.
Ears open, mind observing, mouth shut.
Ignoring the smorgasbord
of finger-pointing and lime-light hunting
going on around her.
Intently focussed
on what needs to be done.
Doing it.

Noise shouts self-importance.
Silence finds wonder in insignificance.
Noise stays shallow on the shoreline.
Silence dives deep into the unbounded ocean of thought
and finds a beautiful stream of creativity,
the path to profound understanding.

No limits exist in silence's depths
just an awesome mind-expanding flow
where thoughts are wondrous fluidity.
Synapses spark and draw connections.
New ideas explode with energy.
A crystal level of consciousness
blocks out all in diamond clarity.

When that level is reached,
you are at ease in your world.
your breathing smooths.
Life is pure synchronicity
and the limits of humanity expand.
All it takes
is a moment’s silence.
Tom Morrissey Dec 2019
You're only everything that you project.
Orchid T Aspen Dec 2019
There is a blood
that is beating in my skull
that is gluing my veins
and is pulsing in some silence,

へへペ
but my hands are moving,
but my breaths are dripping
out and watching me
without reason or thought,
and my tongue is ticking too,
howling from me a language
I have yet to understand,
let alone voice,
and in the end,

へへペ
an urgency is returning me
as a snapped over twist,
leaving me without purchase
and bleaching my words stark,
so I wonder:

へへペ
what's in my bones
that's making me move?
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