#centering - Hello Poetry

When all eyes turn to nature When all hearts brush the trees Whisper into the leaves When all feet steps the grass When all hands grasps the seeds Speak into the trees When all lips breathe the wind When all bodies swamp the waves Shout into the sea

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Mar 24, 2025

Mar 24, 2025 at 9:39 PM UTC

Walker

Speak Nature

When all eyes turn to nature When all hearts brush the trees Whisper into the leaves When all feet steps the grass When all hands grasps the seeds Speak into the trees When all lips breathe the wind When all bodies swamp the waves Shout into the sea

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There's a light, a flash, When you live too fast... You forget all the time That you have... Take it slow, and let it go, Breathe in deeply through Your nose, For like a river, Your soul shall flow... No matter where you Seem to go, No matter what life Seems to throw, Take it slow, Take it slow, Take it slow... And one day you will Find your peace, A gentle stream Where you can breathe, And you'll know, And you'll know, Oh, you'll know.... Don't live too fast, Those kind of lives They never last, And then they pass, Though it's fun to just Let your spirit go! But in the end, I say, my friend, Breathe in deeply And ascend, Take it slow, Take it slow, Take it slow...

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Apr 13, 2023

Apr 13, 2023 at 12:26 AM UTC

FireheartSpeaks

Take it Slow...

There's a light, a flash, When you live too fast... You forget all the time That you have... Take it slow, and let it go, Breathe in deeply through Your nose, For like a river, Your soul shall flow... No matter where you Seem to go, No matter what life Seems to throw, Take it slow, Take it slow, Take it slow... And one day you will Find your peace, A gentle stream Where you can breathe, And you'll know, And you'll know, Oh, you'll know.... Don't live too fast, Those kind of lives They never last, And then they pass, Though it's fun to just Let your spirit go! But in the end, I say, my friend, Breathe in deeply And ascend, Take it slow, Take it slow, Take it slow...

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Maybe you find your center On a couch beside a divided highway, Where asphalt ribbons melt together In the beautiful mess of the day's last fire, Where light falls on upholstery In a manufactured Southwest pattern, Best suited to drier air but somehow At home on a Wisconsin shoulder, Watching the world go by In metallic paint and autoglass reflections, Moving too fast to catch all the names Of almost-forgotten rivers crossed: Rib River, Rat River, Jump River, And any number of State Name Rivers. Or maybe you find your center On the other side of a plume of red granite dust, Where the asphalt ends and the rivers Are more than almost-forgotten signs Beside a divided highway.

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Aug 22, 2019

Aug 22, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC

juhlhaus

Maybe You Find Your Center

Maybe you find your center On a couch beside a divided highway, Where asphalt ribbons melt together In the beautiful mess of the day's last fire, Where light falls on upholstery In a manufactured Southwest pattern, Best suited to drier air but somehow At home on a Wisconsin shoulder, Watching the world go by In metallic paint and autoglass reflections, Moving too fast to catch all the names Of almost-forgotten rivers crossed: Rib River, Rat River, Jump River, And any number of State Name Rivers. Or maybe you find your center On the other side of a plume of red granite dust, Where the asphalt ends and the rivers Are more than almost-forgotten signs Beside a divided highway.

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I listen to the whine of time That goes in a line, a climb, A silent sign wave; fine Resonant and resilient, Nearly sentient, it reminds Of times of meditation, Of peaceful celebration Like music with no beat, No melody and no lyrics No clerics can well describe. Whatever remains of before I ignore; ideas like yesterday Which is to say tomorrow, Bring no sorrow here, no joy. They are a ploy to change, To rearrange the apogee Of this lovely inner symphony And bribe me with self-pity In sympathy with some dream Which once made me scream. I imbibe in the circumstance, A chance to muse on forever; Words like never and regret I forget and only think of serenity. A rarity; an affinity with infinity Entices me to surrender instantly Serendipitously and trustingly, Just me and the universe Chapter and verse, still unwritten, Unbidden, I surrender.

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May 11, 2016

May 11, 2016 at 6:58 AM UTC

brent-kincaid

MIND MUSIC

I listen to the whine of time That goes in a line, a climb, A silent sign wave; fine Resonant and resilient, Nearly sentient, it reminds Of times of meditation, Of peaceful celebration Like music with no beat, No melody and no lyrics No clerics can well describe. Whatever remains of before I ignore; ideas like yesterday Which is to say tomorrow, Bring no sorrow here, no joy. They are a ploy to change, To rearrange the apogee Of this lovely inner symphony And bribe me with self-pity In sympathy with some dream Which once made me scream. I imbibe in the circumstance, A chance to muse on forever; Words like never and regret I forget and only think of serenity. A rarity; an affinity with infinity Entices me to surrender instantly Serendipitously and trustingly, Just me and the universe Chapter and verse, still unwritten, Unbidden, I surrender.

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The water can heal you, if you let yourself submerge. The chilly fingers of the melting ice caps will engulf you making you feel very small and very afraid but then when you erupt from the depth of self healing you will feel the warm tendrils of the sun-rays curling over and caressing your skin. And everything will be okay once again.

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Jul 27, 2014

Jul 27, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC

trtakoda

H2O

The water can heal you, if you let yourself submerge. The chilly fingers of the melting ice caps will engulf you making you feel very small and very afraid but then when you erupt from the depth of self healing you will feel the warm tendrils of the sun-rays curling over and caressing your skin. And everything will be okay once again.

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