"zenful" poems - Hello Poetry

Look in the keyhole see into infinity climb through back where I started turn around look in the keyhole see into infinity climb through back where I started turn around realize the door is standing in the middle of infinity I put it there on some drunken night thinking I was clever in my devising never realizing I would trick myself with it too kick the door down and turn it into a flying carpet a person can travel forever here I see others at their own doors seems my little game wasn't original after all that's ok I see others on their carpets and wave hello I see rockets and planes and balloons There is a buddha hovering over a planet there at peace, in zenful meditation she is beautiful. what wonders to discover what glorious souls to meet we are all family we all know each others names and faces before our first meetings and introductions Saw a friend knock down her door and fly away with wings, rapture on her face I wept for joy to see her go knowing our foreheads will touch again when it is time and the stories she will tell! Oh the stories! All of these tales from divine lips weaving into the fabric of the infinite weaving us together as a whole We Are - I Am We Are One Each experience becomes a story Each life is an epic journey retold with the tongues of cosmic bards the words resonate in swirls and patterns making sacred geometry with the stars I see, I see, I see there is so much to take in and so much to give back dancing with the bear and the wolf the eagle and the raven cry out above our heads reminding me of the regal heritage which death wears on it's crown. Supping at a feast of the gods, Inanna on one side, Ganesh leaning on my shoulder they laugh and cry and tell cheesy jokes like the rest of us when we aren't looking we are in the infinite, there is no rush for there is no time - it's all Now

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May 12, 2010

May 12, 2010 at 8:14 PM UTC

r-moon-winkelman-1

Lacing Reality

Look in the keyhole see into infinity climb through back where I started turn around look in the keyhole see into infinity climb through back where I started turn around realize the door is standing in the middle of infinity I put it there on some drunken night thinking I was clever in my devising never realizing I would trick myself with it too kick the door down and turn it into a flying carpet a person can travel forever here I see others at their own doors seems my little game wasn't original after all that's ok I see others on their carpets and wave hello I see rockets and planes and balloons There is a buddha hovering over a planet there at peace, in zenful meditation she is beautiful. what wonders to discover what glorious souls to meet we are all family we all know each others names and faces before our first meetings and introductions Saw a friend knock down her door and fly away with wings, rapture on her face I wept for joy to see her go knowing our foreheads will touch again when it is time and the stories she will tell! Oh the stories! All of these tales from divine lips weaving into the fabric of the infinite weaving us together as a whole We Are - I Am We Are One Each experience becomes a story Each life is an epic journey retold with the tongues of cosmic bards the words resonate in swirls and patterns making sacred geometry with the stars I see, I see, I see there is so much to take in and so much to give back dancing with the bear and the wolf the eagle and the raven cry out above our heads reminding me of the regal heritage which death wears on it's crown. Supping at a feast of the gods, Inanna on one side, Ganesh leaning on my shoulder they laugh and cry and tell cheesy jokes like the rest of us when we aren't looking we are in the infinite, there is no rush for there is no time - it's all Now

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Where there is a will there's a way, That's what I always say, Hope is a four letter word, For a story that has never been told, Time is of the essence, Taken forgranted yet shines its fluoresence, Digital fairytales seem the norm, Forgotten are memories so free and warm, Busy bee is searching for connection, Smelling the roses, she expresses affection, Mourning the sight of passers by, Lonely stressed and ever so shy, Bewildered and in a daze, These people are lost in a maze, A zenful flower is not the ideal, For a world that is told how to feel, Hope is a four letter word, That whispers "where there's a will there is a way"

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Feb 26, 2019

Feb 26, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC

laura-gallagher

A Four Letter Word

Where there is a will there's a way, That's what I always say, Hope is a four letter word, For a story that has never been told, Time is of the essence, Taken forgranted yet shines its fluoresence, Digital fairytales seem the norm, Forgotten are memories so free and warm, Busy bee is searching for connection, Smelling the roses, she expresses affection, Mourning the sight of passers by, Lonely stressed and ever so shy, Bewildered and in a daze, These people are lost in a maze, A zenful flower is not the ideal, For a world that is told how to feel, Hope is a four letter word, That whispers "where there's a will there is a way"

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*** I'll never forget you. You made the mistake of fixing my heart just to break it again. Then your ghost somehow made it into my soul. and goodbye became the last straw. While the memories magically morphed into daggers soaked in a poison called L O V E

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Mar 30, 2018

Mar 30, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC

madison-rene

Artistic, Scientific, Zenful Monster

*** I'll never forget you. You made the mistake of fixing my heart just to break it again. Then your ghost somehow made it into my soul. and goodbye became the last straw. While the memories magically morphed into daggers soaked in a poison called L O V E

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