For...Blue Meany and Snowdrift

[Guest guest]

I did some exploring into other worlds and found these that I thought you might

like. Hope you enjoy them as I have.

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Often

Wide mind, deep feelings,

Poemless.

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Only the idea of self remains

Floating on a sea of cells:

Only heartbeats short of eternity

In breath after breath we dwell.

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Moonrise--

the dark night of a soul

lifts

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Ticking my life away

in different clocks

everywhere

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Thousands of leaves

Shake in the breeze--

empty sky

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To dance at the still point of the Time beyond time,

Beyond pasts, within futures, this Moment

Now and forever, beyond minds

Not knowing of Who or why

We stroll in those gardens, and Love,

Precious flowers in the sky.

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Opening bell

echoes from the canyon walls --

raindrops on the river.

The sounds of rocks

bouncing off rocks;

the shadows of trees

traced on trees.

I sit, still.

The canyon river chants,

moving mountains.

The sermon spun on the

still point:

dropping off eternity,

picking up time;

letting go of self,

awakened to Mind.

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I turn and stare into the foggy mist:

Wondering, wondering, about what I missed.

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An acorn fall--

six generations

cooled in the shade.

Leaf after leaf

turns yellow;

the fall of summer.

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Five Precepts

Compassion

Honesty

Fairness

Moderation

Sobriety

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I putter around the apartment watering my plants

" For my fronds, for my fronds, " mumers the fern.

" More, give me more, " cries the fast growing coleus.

" Is it pure, is it pure? " whispers the violets.

" For the glory of God, " says the rosary vine.

" I think of the Nile, " says the Egyptian palm.

" One for the road, " says the Wandering Jew.

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If you try to hold of it,

it will fly away from you.

If you let it take hold of you

it will become you,

the life of your life,

and the stream will

continue in it's natural way,

and you will not know

how that will flow,

but rather than a fearful thing,

this will be your heart's delight.

~from The 300 missing poems of Han Shan by Mazie and O'Hearn

~ " If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the

entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand. "