Meditation Poems - Poems about Meditation

The Philosopher He lives in a world without a world. He has only his universe in his mind Contemplation, analysis, and meditation on life. He is alone – an objective His mind is like a top lens, an analyzer laboratory, an ultra-sensorial scientist Different from the humans’. His life is separated from the general being and life Just live...

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Meditation, is a medication for the soul Catapulting you into realms of serenity Giving clarity, to act in any situation Meditation yields calmness The remedy for a disrupt mind Connects you with the divine Enhancing a communion with the Almighty Sanitizing your thoughts and emotions. Calmness is prior The sharpener of thoughts Helps to make a decision Improving your...

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sacred mount fuji breathtaking meditation prayer in the wind posted on April 13, 2025...

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its style is a journey for my mind providing a world onto itself with miles to meander and crevasses to explore with paths to follow allowing my soul to wander posted on April 10, 2025...

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(“Dragon’s Eye”, 2024, original encaustic) Waking To Duality I wake from a dream Where I’d been in nondual samadhi A vivid clarity of thoughtless meditation I tried to sustain once awake Until I realized I probably have such dreams All the time and never know. The vanity and thus duality of life Is the desire and attempt to recreate What already is Making...

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"Some words show up fast, some want to sit and play with us. What can a writer do???" By Poet I like to write so my words in poetry can live, letting my imagination come to life with jive. My ink will not be bound but alive, for my ink not my blood must write to survive. Watch out for...

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God, I come to you in quiet meditation seeking divine growth ~~ May I step with centered senses As I climb my negative fences: All my vision seeing far and near, Bright in light, truthfully clear; Both my feet saying no to retreat, Standing faith strong my life long; Please so each ear with knowledge hear – Be calm,...

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(“Original Mind”, 2017, original encaustic mixed media) Meditation Is Not Meditation can be many things, But it’s really not what you think. Yet for forty five years I’ve been doing it In one form or another And for much of that I was trying To achieve something or arrive somewhere, Which was clearly something I thought. Now, older, if not wiser, Certainly less energetic...

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Early afternoon trip all day out on crystalline, mirror lake. the delicate surface that shatters, when I plunge off old dock crafted in clay orange beach, where I can see the shadow of leaves kaleidoscope in the white sunlight below the water, diving to abstruse gatherings of perhaps wizards or some society from long time ago,...

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I have found that meditation Helps with the quiet you hope to find It affords one the solitude In the sanctuary of your mind Some may travel the astral plane Some may scoff at such ability For the enlightened, come rest your head On a pillow of tranquility...

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(“Before the Door”, 2023, original encaustic) Being In Context Open awareness Conditioned mind Two halves of a whole Like a container and its contents A sky and its clouds A heart and its longings An irreconcilable duality? Or simply The gateway to unconditional love (2/9/25) ...

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Truth imbibed, a steady stream, awaits the mind to chase the dream. We feel it settle in our bones, a whispered truth the soul has known. In time dissolved, where stillness waits, meditation guards the gates. Through silent thoughts, the echoes call, revealing what we’ve known through all...

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I sat facing the east in supplication and meditation. My soul rose like an eagle, piercing the spiritual realm, its wings unfurling over a sky of clouds alive with unseen forces. When a storm struck, I soared higher, unshaken. Yet in the aimless roam of my ascent, my focus wavered, and I beheld figures—perhaps angels....

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I still myself in the hallowed dream of light and love. In the significant withdrawal of time, holding my breath I breathe in the silence, stillness and sound. I silently dwell in the rapturous becoming Of the unhindered, unbridled emotions--- Holding myself in the chilling sphere of fear. In the gnawing acoustics of survival---- Allowing every ounce of stillness...

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Sipping her apricot tea, she stills herself Readying her soul for the day to come Her breath is easy, uninhibited She expects nothing, Knowing what will come will come Meditation keeps her sane Daily mantra sets the tone She sits in silence, feeling her chest rise and fall Cancer-free, listening to her body Knowing to appreciate whatever happens Thoughts stop swirling and begin tiptoeing in On...

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