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Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
At times they were just plain words on paper
and at times they were expressive and powerful poetry.
At times it was paint spilled all over
and at times it was a masterpiece.
At times it was a stress
and at times it was a relief.

I guess
progress was never meant to be linear.
It was never meant to be all flow
without ebb.
It was never supposed to be all great and good,
but neither were these times supposed to have the power
to bring you down to give up,
because you feel it will never be good enough.
Ken Pepiton Jul 2019
This face, this phaze, this fus-if-i-can't-ation,

see me
the de ift sign
signed
sig
nift

ab
sent, not here, else
where

who were you up there?
up there
where

all this you and me being began,
who
were you
up there?

God.I'd guess, but tha's a cultural


con
struct, they say, God the way I imagined
since
I remember, until now

when you ask me a reason for the faith
in me
and

I say reason, per se,
the thing,
faith, itself as it hapts t' be in me, y' see.
I be letting that be my

answer, when asked
to give a reason for the faith in me, y'see.
It is war. My side does win. The peace you shall someday find shall remind you.Peace practice
neth jones Jun 2019
my untackled thoughts
quake miniature dramatics ;
cramming for the light
having fits for my attention

through each
I am irresponsibly born
and then hastily killed...
it is a wasteful process

from now on
I shall label them
as they surface
I shall call them Petty Mort
both a joke at their expense
and a simple dismissal

with this manner
I shall practice trimming them
from my chosen daily effort
Nick Hemal Jun 2019
The ice thaws
  As you ignite the soul.
    Daily practice
       Turns kindle into coal.
          Keep that fire burning
            In your heart.
             Where mountains melt
                and skies part.
                  Dreams and reality
                    meld into one.
Inspired by some of the words of my former students, who reads tarot cards for me...
mer Jun 2019
what's the point of writing
if no one reads it?

well,
what's the point in cooking
if no one eats it?

you might say
there is none,

but i ask you to reconsider
and remember that
practice makes perfect
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
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