poem-Buddhism

Up In The Sky

41 January 7, 2016

When you are down
And you want to get high,
Just take a good look
Up in the sky.

What you will see
Are the stars above,
And all you need
Is to proclaim your love.

Who you will find
And see so clear,
Are friends in mind
You want to hold near.

Whenever you need them
Just look up high,
Call their name
And see them fly.

Every friend you meet
Owns a star
And you can see them
No matter how far.

Whenever you are down
And want to get high,
Just take a good look
Up in the sky.

By Amanda Jenkins
Buddha in Glory

Comment December 14, 2015

Center of all centers, core of cores,
almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet–
all this universe, to the furthest stars
all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit.

Now you feel how nothing clings to you;
your vast shell reaches into endless space,
and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow.
Illuminated in your infinite peace,

a billion stars go spinning through the night,
blazing high above your head.
But in you is the presence that
will be, when all the stars are dead.

~Rilke Maria Rainer
Listen To The Wind

Comment December 4, 2015

Photo credit: Randy Neufeldt

Spend a day with nature.
Start before the sun.
Leave your cozy house
For something new and fun.

Walk along a path,
Close your eyes and see.
Feel the cold wind brushing
Your skin so tingly,

What do you hear? Listen now.
Listen for the voice.
It whispers softly to your soul
Through all of nature’s noise.

The sky is growing slowly brighter
The breeze seems to quicken,
As if to hide from what is coming
O’re the East horizon.

What is it saying as it hurries,
While foliage laughs in song?
It’s changed its tune as the sun
Comes out to greet the throng.

Feel the warmth now penetrate
Where goose pimples had been,
And a fresh rejuvenation
Fills you from within.

Open your eyes and see the beauty
That you had not yet seen:
Dew on the grass, white butterflies,
Different shades of green,

Mist rising from the earth
Almost like a dream,
Busy bees check on blooms,
Working as team.

Petals on the tiny flowers
Seem more delicate.
And the breezes rise and fall,
Telling the day’s fate.

Breath in the fragrance of the morn’s
Mix of musty smells,
With pollen, dew, earth and such things
The breeze will carry well.

What is it saying? Do you hear?
The wind is whispering.
It’s asking you do dance among
Its fairies on the wing!

The birds now sing the chorus loud
From every nook and cranny.
And if you join in nature’s dance,
You find your joy uncanny.

As you whirl to nature’s song,
You start to feel so free,
You forget all but the sound
Of the wind and trees. Continue reading →
Sweet Simplicities

Comment November 30, 2015

These red and golden dreams so fresh breeze by,
And then they help my worry to decrease.

Sweet stars a glowing in the sky so dark,
They shine and give an everlasting light,
Their winks to me give out a brilliant spark,
My frown does fade; I see their love so bright.

Sweet sunsets grace the heavens in a breath,
And sweep smooth paint across the sky so blue,
To make a fantasy so free from death,
The colors of delight perfect my view.

The beauty of nature each day is grand;

My heart does dance with warmth upon the land.

~Janna M. Landry
My Soul is Yellow Today

52 February 28, 2013

People care too much.
How their hair looks
or their clothes.
They don’t care about what matters
The soul
The soul is what truly matters
that thing that is deep inside.
The soul is always fashionable
no matter what the season is.
The soul is something that changes color a million times
from when you are born to when you die.
My soul is yellow today
because I’m happy inside.
On Thursday my soul was green
for I envied another girl.
The soul is by far the best accessory you can have.
And that’s what they should write in the magazines.

Poem title: The Greatest Accessory Of Them All
© Junita Thiessen
www.FamilyFriendPoems.com

Author’s note: I wrote this poem at the age of Twelve… or was it Eleven? Anyways, those were ‘deep’ and emotional years for me, and I hope you like it… Peace.

….•*•.¸¸. ♥
Melting Mountain Snow

Comment August 7, 2012

As You
Let go
Of control
And are no longer
Frozen in time
The joy of your being
Will return like the serenity of nature
Melting mountain snow
To be once again
In the spring
Of the
Eternal
Flow
For
Forever
Frets not
To and fro
As it is only love which it knows
And in your silence
It is there
Where you
Will
Go
~ Silent lotus
Obstacles can’t stop you

Comment July 20, 2012

Obstacles can’t stop you.
Problems can’t stop you.
Most of all,
Other people can’t stop you.
The Only one who stops you
is yourself. ~Posted by Rishika Jain
River

Comment July 20, 2012

This river knows nothing but her name
She is the hard blue muscle
That pumps blood into the mouth of morning,
The woman who sits at the edge of sorrow
Grafting time into the shape of a clay pot or reed basket,
Insatiable with longing and filled with the ovaries of stars,
The mind of all things drawn to silt and sludge,
To pools and ferns.

Currents streak her back with a name that means dreaming fish
Where ripples of reed ducks and water rats pattern hieroglyphs
Against her wide green thighs.
She is the water that we shed as tears, scooped up by the hands of night
And poured into the throat of day, turquoise and lapis, emerald and jade.
The moon hums against her skin.

She knows nothing but her name rising as fog over fields,
Or sleeping in limbs of apple trees as the Eyeless One
Who spirals through a thousand lifetimes and dances Kali or Quan Yin.
Look, the animals are searching for their reflection in her face.
Even the God who sleeps curled in the belly of small creatures
Wakes up, slips on her mask of moonlight
And swims from this opening into Mother Ocean.

She splashes their bodies with moss and now they are snarled
In her net of fish scales and seal bone.
These are the knees of devotion,
The tangled roots of our lives coming to fruition.
The river is a mirror for our bodies.
She carries the planets inside her belly and hums the earth into being
So that our bodies, blooming with their fisted flowers of blood
Are filled with that song.

The River, who speaks in tongues, is born and dies
In the fissured cracks of our cells so that
We become the sleeping center of the shell,
The speck of sand turning into pearl.

~Devreaux Baker
Mother Earth

Comment July 20, 2012

Will no one stand up for me,
I am all things can’t you see.

I give you air to breath, the life that feeds
I nourished you from birth.

Never once have I ask for anything,
always a silent friend.

We are as one and one we are when will you ever learn,
to know when you are lonely that you are never alone.

For I walk with you in the shadows, through the dark and dim lit roads,
when the wind is light and the sun is bright, my beauty in you shines through.

How could you forsake and turn away from me when I still see,
my gardens burnt and taken away for the price of luxury.

My children starved and diseased in the name of a gene,
what price would it be to feed, to love and keep clean.

My heart of fire taken like a thief in the night, and you, you took it too,
to feed machines that take you around so fast and they say to the moon.

You will see in time to come the damage that has been done,
as you try and breathe the air once clean, if only you believed you would have won,
to bring out love from hearts of rock, would that be so hard to do.

The seeds that grow I do not create, the leaders and powers that should not dictate,
and so my tears will flow with pain and sorrow, for the friend I had.

When the light that is slowly diminishing from the sadness and anger in you,
we are as one and one we are, and so for me it will too.

~Unknown