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Denel Kessler Nov 2015
It is possible to change.

Enter the dusky wilderness
in stillness, in silence

moments will open
like desert bloom

brief and luminous.
Ward Sorrick Nov 2015
Vibrations
in stillness
magnify
the minutia.

I move towards stillness.
Here, projected on my eyelid,
a ball of fire dances in a belly of shadows -
Calm outer shell mixed with
boiling inner peace.
Suddenly,
joy erupts.
I am held by it
until the bell rings;
the vibrations change
- always changing -
and my eyes open.

The dancing flame dies out.
It stays out.
I have not discovered the secret of stillness today.
Cori MacNaughton Oct 2015
My breathing slows
my mind is stilled
my spirit rises
Falun Gong

The evening weeps
in empathy
an evil steals
echoes of souls

As One we join
our sanctity
in supplication
to Divine

As more among us
simply vanish
Disappeared
without a trace
Falun Gong is a meditative practice drawing on the ancient, complementary practices of Buddhism and Qi Gong.  

Beginning on 20 July 1999, the People's Republic of China began a program to eradicate Falun Gong and those practicing it, using primarily the methods of defamation, kidnapping, imprisonment, internment, torture and ****** to achieve their objective.  Literally millions of people have been targeted.  

This poem, which I wrote on 6/7 August 2014, was my response to learning of the ongoing murders of peaceful Falun Gong practitioners.

You can learn more, and possibly help, by checking out the website of the Friends of Falun Gong, here:

http://fofg.org/
bodies move
           my heart beats
                   my breath becomes short

sometimes life always seems in motion
                    moving too fast for me to catch up
                                    strange that i am trying to catch up
                                                                ­                                  to my own life

as i slowly become aware of my breath
my life begins to slow down
i am still in motion,
but my head is quiet and my heart is at peace.

i am grounded in the inner cell of my heart,
and now i can go about doing the will of my Creator
with a heart at ease.
Written while doing my on call at at hospital as a chaplain.
AmyKatrinaSmith Oct 2015
I am frozen, my life is hidden away, I can't see you, or anyone, I'm rejected, heavens full up and I'm frozen, why does god deny me? my life is fading away....

I'm frozen, under a river of ice, and I lay there under the moon at night, the great deceiver, oh how I pray for the sun to melt this ice away

Cuz I'm ready I just need a chance, I can make it, just like everyone,
god can't deny me, not now I've come too far,
the great deceiver, doesn't just deceive anyone, oh when will the sun be melting this ice-age away?
Graff1980 Sep 2015
I do not rush
I let the day find me
Still
Breathing slowly
Waking from the illusion
Not sleepy eyes
But wearing eyes of wonder
The water drips and drops
Pooling into a puddle
The wind wooshing
Through my coat
Through my hair
The air is cool
A dog barks in the distance
The ground is soft
Giving slightly beneath my feet
I indulge the forgotten feat
Of stopping
Seeing, feeling, hearing
Still as a stone
Well almost still as a stone
Shrouded in mist you come for me
From the silence, from the cold.  
Waiting, watching has been your game.
Now you find me alone,
Hypnotised by the stillness,
Mesmerised by moments of sublime beauty as yet unseen.
I am helpless to resist.

What melody to find in silence,
What comfort in the earth!
Raindrops falling through trees echo through the forest.
A lone web hangs wet with dew.
A mushroom sits heavy with moisture on a tree stump.

The forest knows how to be in stillness
And make it's presence felt.
I wrote this while on retreat in the forests north of Berlin
MonkeyZazu Sep 2015
The love of the universe is all around.
Only in stillness of mind can it be found.
Quite yourself and just listen to its sound.
Peace and bliss is what will be found.
As soon as the forest surrounds me I feel it;
Enclosed, safe.
The softness of nature envelops me.
The sound of my mind quietens
And the forest noises come alive.
Birds calling, droplets of rain pattering on leaves,
a click or a shuffle.
Leaves fall like snow
Softening the heart of the weary.
I dare not move
But with the forest exhale
And acknowledge myself as one amongst the trees.
Would that I could sink my limbs into the earth
And join this silent gathering
Change with the seasons
And know my place on the Earth.
I wrote this while on silent retreat in the forests north of Berlin.
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