Thank the universe for I am born again
Electricly conduct positivity
For my breath breathes the white light
I am calm and at peace with my storm
Born again I thank the universe
I do not act drastic only compassion
Incredibly blessed; no stress
Buddha dhamma awaits; I’ll taste
The roots of ginsing in the morning
Reflect and cleanse any bad
Any sad I replace it as a lesson
And let myself grow; as I let it go
Pursuit of happiness; no grasping it; just be
I’m just me; sitting in the lotus
Meditating to infinity
Learned to control mindstateI wait for tides to subsideLike a sunrise it’s beautifulIt may be new to you but I’m mindfulBlessed daily from the giftWhenever Something AmisI return to bliss and thisPower of meditationThrough practice resignationMy heart rate slowsI centre myselfAlthough the future is unknownFar from my control I can control meDeep breaths slowlyUphold these waysPathways I must not go astrayAnother poemAnother day
I have been reborn over and over but… This time is different I’ve never been sober for this long; decades of relentless; alcohol dependence
The days are in the hundreds; gather abundance; knowledge. Confront my fears try to be humble and acknowledge.
Keep focus; meditation half lotus. Buddha quotes rewrote them post them. Try to be open.
Lessons learned; a great deal. I wait still. Time stands still. The virtue of patience.
As I await, awake here.
I want to keep going N I cannot stop and wait for change
I have momentum and I’ve been waiting days n months but I won’t wait years
At a ropes end and I may have to jump because I have no option
I adopted a life that I wanted to nourish and flourish but instead it’s stagnant
I don’t wish to devide to conquer I want unified pride and efforts and strive to be better
This planet is falling apart help me to fix mother earth n please help me to make this work
We have to be better for ourselves n the seeds that are underneath our wings
How can we expect them to fly if we don’t even try I’m looking at the depth of tomorrow trying to conquer my sorrow.
Take a step back and look. Now come and take ten steps ahead instead because we should dread this pace we are going.
It’s torture not knowing .
Whaddya right write in the dark of night night mystty morning words take flight like birds they might chirp delighted to be reunited with my word type typwriter observer of silence.
Serenity plentiful gently breathe sentences please be a gentleman sentimental is my lifetime of entity; a splash of word alphabet soup for your breakfast then.
I opologize for the abstract but I’m obliged to wrap this like a Christmas gifted basket.
My dreams are intertwined
Magic and realistic
The writing can touch the devine
Brush stokes on cosmic canvas
I paint; deviate from the norm
My imagination like wolves runs wild
I’m never confined; defined
I’m an empress in my own place in time
Trains are a subconscious obsession
I ride them nightly in my dreams
It is symbolic by all means to me yet
I do not know what it means
Freight trains that loop around a city in my mind
What is this obsession?
Graffiti and train yards
My love for art and adventure
In real time I hear the trains in my neighborhood
Passing through, choo choo
All I dream about is trains
Running the city in a loop.