Love Of All :: Love Of Nothing

For love man will give up all his worldly possessions and think nothing of his loss - Song of Songs

The tone
Of the timbre is ended
The pews
Are quiet for another hour

The rattle
Of the ancient throats is over
The stage
Is set for silence to flower

The tone
Of the timbre is ended
The pews
Are quiet for another hour

The rattle
Of the ancient throats is over
The stage
Is now set for silence to flower

The tone
Of the timbre is ended
The pews
Are quiet for another hour

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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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