#dalai
Streaking past, a momentary cloud,
there goes hope, a severed kite;
Rain-grateful the stream: but the dunes,
still menacing, forlorn all around;
Hanging over our world, the inevitable:
shivering among a hundred stars;
Will we go blighted, Chenrezig, without
the Polestar through the darkest night?
Crimson-crowned, the snow-peak, now,
the end we shudder to think past;
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 4:29 AM UTC
I was his secret lover
His unspoken pet
Our relationship
Never spoken about.
For I was a young lady
From North America
And you
Were the young Dalai Lama
It was the 60’s
When we first met
I couldn’t resist
Kissing you
And your cute
Yet handsome face.
When we kissed
I looked in your eyes
And I
Found my self in a
Another world
Another dimension
Something that I did not
Know existed.
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 8:15 AM UTC
We as humans tend to put off living,
Forgetting to take the time to smell the proverbial roses.
You know the ones that grow just outside your front door?
Take a few minutes, close your eyes and begin to breathe again.
Celebrating life each day is a rite of passage.
It’s a virtue our creator gifted us with.
It makes ones soul fulfilled and allows us to project a positive energy.
So reach out…And feel the earth move while your inner self embraces the Universe
If you have forgotten how to listen to the birds song or the grasshoppers chirp,
Or to observe a sleepy orange caterpillar crawl to the next branch,
Or watch the cutthroat trout sip a spent mayfly from the surface of a stream,
Then the earth is calling you to return to your conception!!
Stop dreaming of the magical rose garden and enjoy the roses blooming outside your windows today - Dale Carnegie
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC
*Eyes closed, I clear my mind,
Meditation breathing, stars aligned
Letting go I begin to soar
A delightful destination, a feeling of warmth.*
*And when clouds fill my skies
I simply rise above to bluer highs
Because If I think of beneficent thoughts
I can change the world a lot.*
*And when the sunshine fills my eyes
I spread my wings and begin to fly.
Soaring right through trouble and despair
Putting a smile on my face with love to share!*
*Like the four seasons, we are all delicate...
In Winter each snowflake is unique
in Spring the blossoming flower carries much mystique
The Summer rain washes our soul complete
And in the Fall we renew our souls for all to see!*
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
We know what peace is
And we know how to do war
Now, let us do peace
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC