Repetition :: Definition

With more practice
With more love
Ratchet up the act
Turn all fractures to love

Find a way into the music
Take a walk in the park
Make your own contribution
Soft voices after dark

Use words for substitution
In the raising of the lark
Find a way into her music
Take her to the Isle of Sark

With more practice
With more love
Patch up any indifferences
Turn all the latches to love

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Distracted :: By Distractions

I sat, restless
Yet
I had come to this place
For another purpose completely

I decided to trick myself
Said
I was writing a poem
Instead of doing meditation

The Meditation Gods heard me
Added
We can use that
With the in breath, with the out breath

After no more than a few repetitions
Came upon me a certainty
I believed in them, profusely
I became calm

I made the audio recording, then
Shyly
The young couple listened, they smiled
Is this what true success really feels like

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Breathing :: Meditation

In That I know this pavilion
Out That I might be at peace, in this

well-made pavilion

In That I know this meditation garden
Out That I might be at peace, in this

place of meditation

In That I have been here before
Out That I might, I might just be,

beginning to know the way

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Belong :: With Those Who Belong

The bell tolls
The bird sings
I believe there is lavender
In the garden

The body breathes
The mind thinks
I believe we may find peace
In the soul

The light grows
The darkness recedes
I believe we may find balance
In the margins

The doors open
The doors close
I believe we may find each other
In that place in-between

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Lest There Be :: Any Misunderstanding

I am here to stay
Just for a few days
I say the words slowly, carefully
In case they should believe
I wish to stay any longer

I am seeking
No more than sunshine and rain
Perhaps a stroll on Totnes Plains
Or an hour or two
In Dartington Hall's Meditation Garden

I did not mean to cry
But cry I must
Cry tears of joy
For the clumps of evening primrose

By the half-barrel
Full of pebbles and water
Outside 30 Victoria Road’s
Refurbished Old Stables

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