Poems Archive for Spiritual:

Longing and Satiation

Unrequited ~ Satiated self   Left true self insensate

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Longings and Satiation

Physical emotions
Cravings need satiation

Chocolates flowers
Cut it just so much
Cravings stay

Body pandered to, butterfly
Mind flutters

Tickled by exquisite thoughts
Dressed in fragile words
Mind beamed captivated

Longings of heart, soul
Strings pulled taut
Ache persists

Now I wander meditate
Travel place to place
Delving within without

Man made wonders delight, natural
Wonders salve, I beak on manna
Pearls bestowed from above

Churches temples imposing edifices
Provide solace, but a child’s smile
A hopping bird has its own grace

Infinite wonder of creation, from leaf
To flowers to rivers, mountains waterfalls
My soul’s ultimate symphony, all

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On Love

as I

diminsh

self

fully

immersed

* -*

unloaded

I soar

Enlightened

*-*

such is

love’s math

on two

equals

one

*-*

Prayer Mobile

Prayers

Yearnings

Salutations

Gratitude

Exhaled

Beseeched

Scrolled

Origami

Folds

Hands

Flags

Beads

 Hoisted

Poles

Pennants

Wheels

Colors

Covey of prayers

Winging upward

Buoyant wishful

Candles

Tapers

Lit votives

Offered intentions

Homage iconic

OmMani Padme Hum

 

Let me be..

let me be knelt
pride’s knee bent
forever -
before thee
Let me
feel love for you
… coursing wildly
within me
let me be
that reed
forever
at your finger tips
love for you
hovering like
a smile on lips
smeared with
devotion’s
color saffron
burnt sienna
umber and
orange
let me be
afloat
set sail
forever
on your
thought
boats
O
Lord

Soul Talk

External spurs goad

Thought steeds towards

Internal sanctuary

 

Few avow soul is pure

Fraud, a slot machine

A disconnect from reality

 

Everyday, I stitch mouths of grief

With laughter cross stitches

Planting rows of smiling beds

 

Undertow of sadness

Is strong but my will tough

Enough to overcome it

 

Eyes anointed with holy water

Sight of ecstatic prayer flags against

Distant peaks, chiming monastic bells

 

All exude strange bliss within me

Reinforcing walls of inner sconce

Receptacle for my soul’s lit flame

 

As my feet hit ground every morning

I am thankful for his continued grace

Even as I long to opt out of life’s rat race

 

 

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