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Urban Aug 2016
the wind is exhausted,
leaves the leaves be;

bearing a fragrance of
wild colours to come.

strong, unperturbed
and placid, lies the sea.
Urban Jul 2016
calmly be, just be
bow to pain and joy both,
with equanimity
Urban Mar 2016
chocolate rabbits
chase the spring to come
only the eggs dyed
Urban Apr 2016
watching a seagull
rest in equanimity
silence between thoughts
Urban Mar 2016
sharp blades scar the ice,
to sound less is soundness.
we skate in silence.
Urban Mar 2016
to feel reverence and intimacy
with everything we see;

to find traces of divinity in
everyday things;

to realize that imperfections and
cracks below the surface are not
signs of weakness; but traces of life;

to know that in essence, all is unity;

is grace.
Urban Mar 2016
in the end, life will wear us out,
beyond repair.

cast our souls into the void,
but don't despair.

hair, bones and flesh with time
will tatter.  

but luminous beings we are,
not this crude matter.
inspired by master yoda
Urban Mar 2016
lazily our lives meander
between highs and lows.

sometimes it hastens,
sometimes it slows.

sometimes you're stuck
sometimes it flows.

the meaning of it all,
no one knows.
Urban Mar 2016
peaceful morning walk
the sun caresses the snow
dog chases shadows
Urban Mar 2016
not hollowness but space,
not hardness but strength,
not pity but compassion,
not attachment but love,
please.
Urban Aug 2016
migrating birds over the lake; a window into the earth.  

the park, its lawn scarred, is left; alone and hurt.

everything is looking for a harbor, a resting place; a rebirth.
Urban Mar 2016
as autumn leaves us,
wind tears through the landscape.
we spring into life.
Urban Mar 2016
outside winds whisper
the damp night yearns for the dawn
sleep hides between thoughts
Urban Mar 2016
how cold this night is,
am I falling from your grace?
ice grazes my heart.
Urban Mar 2016
sometimes we should let the silence be our words, the darkness our light and the stillness our dance; so that life is processed not only by our minds, but also through our hearts.
Urban Mar 2016
the same paint is used for
painting mountains and water.

the same air is breathed by
the sage and the villain.

the same languages are used to
declare war and to express love.

the same, but not the same
and not different.
Urban Aug 2016
to live and to love is to be vulnerable,
exposing our hearts to flame and to frost.

grief is the most sincere way to honor,
our happiness once it is lost.
Urban Mar 2016
weekend solace nears
tears of grapes, oak fermented,
tastes of summers past.

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