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instruth · 1 year
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She Is Still There
A sweet familiar face
Flower from outer space
Pages from my memory book
Just to take a closer look
I hear laughter in the wind
A whirlpool stirs in my mind
I feel dizzy, going to faint
Hurriedly, I begin to paint
The sun gets to her eyes
Or is she waving goodbye
Holding her tears bravely
Her eyelids heavy
Images turning wavy
I smile, contented and happy
She is still there, looking at me
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©Johnny J P Lee
02 April 2023
A Gogyoshiren Poem (15)
Art Credit Christina Chin
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pjg2950 · 1 year
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The Tree
Watering the the thin willow
Leaves opening, branches slowly unfurling as I let my tears dash upon the roots,
Reach towards the sun as I have failed to do.
Let true nature do what I have failed to do,
My child of wood and sap share the freedom of being a joy in its simplicity
A neighbor walks by and smiles .
My child waves back with the fledgling leaves.
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okie-writes · 2 years
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scribblersobia · 2 years
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Autumn breeze 🍃
September is now at ease, with a cold fresh autumn breeze. Days are slowly turning shorter, and nights will now sleep a little longer. Summer is bidding us goodbye, with chilly winds dancing like butterflies. The benevolence of silence is what life craves, Autumn shows us how a wave of change can make us beautiful and brave.
@scribblersobia
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merakimousumi · 2 years
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There are few questions which touches your core and it transforms the way we review our life .
Ask questions, keep asking questions. My teacher would say , ask questions and do not look for answers, he continued . Now this was perplexing for me ( may be many of you have experienced this too ) . I was told to ask questions, but if I don’t get answers then why question, what is the point of questioning? I recall asking my teacher taking him in a corner of the room during the break. He smiled ( rather smirked) and said you shall know. Inside of me - confused, fuming, questioning my decision to join the session- is he hiding something, not open to sharing. Later that evening while returning home , I asked my friend about the art of questioning. She mentioned she was also not sure what does it mean. The teacher gave is some standard way of questioning. Thats it .
This may have lingered in my mind so much that it was always there in my frontal whatever I learnt, heard or studied.
Much later in my life ( cannot say when and how) I started understanding or rather getting idea of the questioning.
I learnt that meditation is not sitting in the mat , listening to instructions, om chanting is not how to say the om . Everything has a gap , the life exists in those gaps. Between inhale and exhale there is a gap , if become aware or start noticing that is meditation. Between 2 om chants there is a space, that is meditation. Between two words there is a gap, that is my expression which reaches you exactly the way you are ready to receive. Between my thoughts there are gaps ,I am with all in that space of silence within is wordless, soundless and expressionless.
I understood the smirk after a decade. It is wonderful wordlessness .
Mousumi
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novinablog · 2 years
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Me
If you love me
Close to me
Stay by me
Don't ever go from me
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If you don't love me
Talk to me and i will accept it
Don't you leave me for no reason
Because that makes me hate you
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If you love me
I'll love you more
If you don't love me
I will find someone who can love me
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madhuuraaa · 2 years
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//Let's hold hands and walk in the rain//
I was waiting at the park bench, looking over at the horizon; the sun beginning to set for the day, but there was still no sign of you. I started to wonder, maybe you're busy somewhere and I chose the wrong day to meet. But, it has been more than a month since we met; more than a month since I sat with my head on your shoulder, your fingers drawing circles on my thighs. Is this what happens in long-distance relationships? Is it always going to be months before I see your face out of that virtual square? I was so lost in my thoughts, that I didn't hear you come, even though the park was half empty till now; everyone went back to their homes and families; and here we were, coming home after a month.
You sat down next to me, and gently took my hand in yours, and I was home finally. All those months of separation didn't make us strangers; instead, they just brought us closer. For half an hour we spoke nothing; you kept staring at me, and I kept looking at our intertwined fingers. But it was getting late, and we didn't have time, even the sun was setting. And that's when you spoke,'Are you looking at the sky right now? These stars and the moon, they were always the same for the past 30 days, but you weren't there with me. We were sharing the same sky, but now we are sharing the same space.' You always loved the night sky, the stars and the moon and the peace calming the chaos in your heart.
In response, I just snuggled closer to you. I was never great with words, and you are always full of them for me. It was calming to just sit in silence and listen to your heart beating; I felt safe and at home. We sat there for hours, till the guard came to close the park. As we got back inside the city, the world came back to us; with its noises and chaos, but you were still holding onto my hand; as if I was your tether to peace.
It started pouring; but instead of running for shelter, you stood there getting wet, marvelling at the rain drops. 'I promised you a walk in the rain.' you reminded me. It was a long time ago, but you remembered; you always tend to remember everything about me. 'You are like the first drop of rain, soothing my skin from the scorching summer', and I spoke for the first time since we met an hour ago.
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pelicandensity · 2 years
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spilledpoetries · 3 years
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MEMORIES
Distant Memories are unlike flowers
Their fragrance lasts in heart even after the person with whom we have memories itself becomes a memory
Happy and sad memories are unlike pain killers
the emerging nostalgia pains the soul when remembered the most
Memories are music lovers
they stimulate on a musical note
Memories are descendants from heaven
they can take you to the dream place crowded only with your favourite people
Memories are like fathers
their value increases
as the time progresses
Moments last for a moment
but memories are long lasting
Memories are unlike humans
people come and go
but memories last forever
~Sakshi (ORIGINAL POSTER AND WRITER)
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1/8/2021 , Sakshi.S.R ©
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quiet-storm132 · 2 years
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Dreamland first class seat
A round trip pass to unload
And relax for now
Haiku mini series: 1 - 10
All aboard # 10
© Q.S.
01/07/2022
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aahhkillme · 3 years
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Beautiful Moments Happen In The Past.
You didn’t know sleeping in best friend’s lap was beautiful until she moved in a different house, in different city, in different country. You didn’t know touching his face was beautiful until you separated your ways to never see each other again. You didn’t know pushing your head in a soft pillow was beautiful until you landed in a new city, clueless, on your own. You didn’t know the hug you gave that person was beautiful until he died. Comfort is in the past, reminisced in its absence. Warmth valued in the grip of frost. Love known amid those fondled by apathy. Until worst mastered you don’t know what good is and until the death clasps- life.
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fallinglanding · 2 years
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pjg2950 · 1 year
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The Last Blanket
White fluffy tucked in over dark mud, covering little snowdrops reaching for the deceiving early spring.
Wind whips and laughs as we go back to Downey jackets. Hair whipping around frozen smiles.
We retreat back to our shelters, hoping furnaces still work .
I don’t sleep. Just try to float between the snow flakes, slipping around the empty spaces that is my life.
As is my life, so is the weather.
Little spaces of warmth in a frozen life.
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okie-writes · 2 years
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scribblersobia · 2 years
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Never give up on yourself because your "never give up on me" attitude will soon become an inspirational story for the world. Keep working hard.
@scribblersobia
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merakimousumi · 1 year
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My direct experience
There comes a time when you have to let everything fall apart. No matter whatever you do or try or perceive, nothing works in your favour.
With great reluctance, you understand that one has to stop fighting for a life you've outgrown and trust that you will be okay, even if you can't see how right now. ( Nithya keeps saying, many masters said , yet it feels BS in many moments) .
For a while ( this appears longer than you have imagined) everything may feel messy and hard, and you may feel scared and lost.
Embrace the fear. Embrace the uncertainty. Embrace the loss. There is no option, it looks like a choice less universe. People term this as depression, enlightenment, awakening etc , to the person experiencing feel trash , feels dark , feels rejected, cloud of hopelessness fogs your brain. Yet there is a micro part within which whispers - keep faith, another step , another breath, another moment.
The dark tunnel of change leads to the light of possibility. Till one sees the possibility, just don't give up. Walk , crawl, lay down, limp - Just breathe. Every breath is proof of a force that is there . Multiple times it's okay to forget, just one moment recall and quench that drop.
This dark is light and the light is eternal!!!
- Mousumi
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