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neth jones Jun 2019
With Wild
Untended
Thoughts
Such as These
I Need Not
Concern Myself
With
External
Foreign Body Enemies
shamamama Jun 2019
everyday?
really!  Yes.  
choiceless.
I'm tired.
I'm sore.  
I don't want to.
Show up.
Be present,
do your best,
breathe,
wake up,
practice
and
life moves
through you
in the most
extraordinary
ways
I wrote this poem to bring positive attitude around daily practice.My special needs son has a daily 1+ movement practice to help him develop his brain and to become masterful in his life.I have a strong commitment to help him with this neurological reprogramming.
Colm May 2019
Pencils pray not to be picked
Brushes roll away and hide
Conversations intentionally aim and miss
Ivory keys pretend not to be alive
The original concept grows wings on the wine
The original truth tries it's best to lie
And I am the one who is for want of all practice
Never let it be said that I never tried
Practice
Deepali May 2019
How authentic it is, it is...
on how we live
its quality,
what we do with it?

As we get upgraded in age,
life starts forcing itself;
not just our ideas about it
but our categories and point of view to see it.

This forms our perspective
and this becomes our relative nature,
that we judge the value of
given experience.

As Buddha defines to view our life:
"As a dream, a flash in the darkness
a star in the morning dawn,
a bubble in a stream
an illusion of the senses."

That's the aim of practice,
to wake up from that dream
from just another dream within a dream

This will rise in authentic,
the practice of being in BEING.
practice and achieve it
FlavioPAR Apr 2019
A lack of a need
Strikes me like a wave
An overwhelming
Pressure to submit to it
To the soft cotton threads
Another tanka practice, This done after a sleepless night. I need sleep.
FlavioPAR Mar 2019
The hot water drips
Slowly infuses the dust
Brown to a tone darker
The Smell Permeates the room
A modern elixir from Java
Another Practice tanka, this one dealing with a modern necessity
FlavioPAR Mar 2019
When I eat melons
I see an eagle above
It climbs beyond clouds
Such beauty she is, soaring
Such fierce is her snatching prey
A little tanka I wrote to practice
Colm Feb 2019
The sound of thunder
Long since heard
Off the grain of a Louisville slugger
Shakes the sleep from the eyes
The dawn from the air
And puts dangerous respect
Back into these young lives
The January Lasts

I can't write lengthy stuff. Next pitch.
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