Mindfulness Poems - Poems about Mindfulness

Since the mind dwells on tense well past, Endlessly over-analyzing, happenstance recast, Ignore the mind, let awareness be, let it grow. Learn to feel, live in the mindless ways your senses know. Warm to breath, the waft of breeze in your hair. Feel warmth of sun, the texture of things laid bare. No need to grasp, claw, dwell, gather or cling. Let...

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Be mindful of what you consume, for it shapes your being. Nourish your vessel with compassion, as your diet influences your inclinations. Choose your music judiciously, for rhythm resonates deeply with your soul. Be mindful of what you read, as words penetrate straight to your heart. Always practice prudence, for the devil’s trickery often hides in...

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What I don’t display, Is good that you don’t see. The music moves as you play, Spirals and fades away from thee. The weeping willow tree, Smiling before me. Que sera, sera. You can only see my every flaw. Like those from our previous lives, We march unto an ungodly death. Not knowing for what we thrive, With our cold and shallow breath. Up...

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The value of life is beyond measure, In every moment lies hidden treasure. Tie it with the thread of dreams, Make each day your own, it seems. Learn the art of living through strife, In every obstacle, a new path for life. With love, compassion, and truth by your...

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The sun still rises, Savannas awaken with hoots, Life breathes, heart still beats....

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Sometimes the dry desert wind Strips slowly the sandless skin Of the soul Gentle balm of the wide Spirit Settling upon the surface Singing a song of suppleness Message of the mindful reflection From the internal mirror Of the heart Home to the fruitful Spirit Residence of the restoring, loving kindness Of the refreshing riverside Where solace comes, pacifying With the sounds trickling...

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scriptures so teach pastors preach too make speech gentle...

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Happiness resides with the unmuddied clarity of a peaceful mind, in words that flow from the mouth like ripe fruit, each syllable, sincere and bright. It’s a potter’s steady hands, without urgency, without an urge, you are shaped like pliable clay, just a calm rhythm of mind, word and fingertip in tandem, soft and rhythmic, as if they’d been joined for a lifetime. ...

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Like shapes new that form from uneven clay, mind greets thoughts anew that evoke delight; hope revives for a fresh start every day, like shapes new that form from uneven clay. Positive vibes open doors to make way for graceful acts creative sparks ignite. Like shapes new that form from uneven clay, mind greets thoughts anew that evoke delight. Like shapes new...

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Gratitude is for the wise, mindfully celebrating life. Shifting focus from lack in the eyes, Gratitude is for the wise; learning from the lows and the highs. No distinction of times of smiles or strife, Gratitude is for the wise; mindfully celebrating life. Gratitude is for the wise, shifting focus from lack in the eyes; learning from the lows and the highs. No distinction of times...

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One, two, three, four, five. Close eyes Deep breath Mind’s silent now. One, two, three, four, five. Open eyes Grass Fabric Tree Bird Sour Grounded now. One, two, three, four, five. Close eyes Deep breath Try again tomorrow.  ...

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“Noticing the ebb and flow of all external and internal movement held in the womb of ever present silence, is what we may term as mindfulness or term as attentiveness or simply awake awareness” ~ quote by poet the void of each polarity interchange what is it but vibrant stillness of the bardo it is but a...

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Placed Second in : Sanctuary, Soft, Stir, Surreal Words Poetry Contest Sponsored by Constance La France "Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.” Rumi ...

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Sometimes We have hall had such pleasurable idle days Where everything becomes still and quiet That surrounds us Apart from the pleasant melodic delightful Audible sounds and sonett I of twittering warbling fidgety birds that calm me Perched upon high Somewhere within the summer frock-adorned majestic rugged Towering trees Forever stretching twisting and contorting upwards Towards the life-giving golden orb In the...

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