focus
come focus,
slow now, pause...
slow mind and thought
no, slower still
Till all is still
now, here, stillness and
no, quieter still, then...
Listen,
there;
beyond
even this very thought.
~r.
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Written July 25th, 2004
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oops u definately deserve this.
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*speechless** this is amazing, meditation..this is something i try to do but , for some reason find it hard to do
. Just cant find that peace i so despreately search for. This brought me some inside peace, yet i seek for complete peace..your work is amazing, sorry it took so long to get over here a read ya. Forgiveme.
Much love and peace
Tory
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Coolio
Awesome!!!!!!!!!
This is so slow and subtle and everything that a meditation should be! Kudos to you and I tip my leprachaun hat! -
This was amazing- one of the most effective pieces I have come across. I like your choice of words, and the spacing arrangement. The poem creates the desired effect. Maybe I will finish the comment and hop back to the top again!
Best regards,
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Now that is NICE. I feel very connected with this poem. Meditation is a subject I have rarely seen covered in art, which is too bad. I personally cannot meditate. My mind will not slow down, I have tried it all, but I can still relate to what I do know and that is the process of meditation you have so beautifully portrayed. Thank you for sharing you art work.
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wonderful
interesting. a different feel for meditation. You took the pulse and breathing approach (in my mind cuz that's how it read..slowing down and all)
I have a few poems on meditation, although they have a different approach and feel.
if you would like to check it out it's called serenity and the other is roomfull of starlight
lemme know what you think please!
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Thank you Raven for that thought evoking comment, and the applause, i appreciate it. Meditation is something i have been trying to get a hold of, learn and practice. The more do it, tho, the more it seems to get a hold of me. ~ricki
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let me disengage
from this glass body
that has held me too long
and give me wings
to soar to higher planes
on the edges of infinity
for this
'letting go'
of myself
is the only way
to find peace
I love the way you have uncovered this thought, peeling each word away (like a a flower yet to bloom) until you reach the core of its meaning. Reading your meditations gave me the desire to disembody (as used in the words of the poem above). I took a snapshot of your piece while it was in motion, so I hope you didn't mind that much. Flawless as always, and I shall add my applause.
Too bad for everyone else that I've run out already!
Many blessings,
Raven Aurora
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Beautiful
Disembodied thought floating like Lotus blossoms within and without the stillness of our mind, as in a pond. You can reach out and touch it. A poem in thought.
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