Discerning Poems - Poems about Discerning

...What with vainglory vanity and pride, I once asked my ego what makes it go: It’s not me who’s on a vainglorious ride, Nor arrogance a gas that makes me blow, And vanity the vehicle that I use......Read the rest...

...The divine master is many things: He is a monolith to which we pray; He is the light and he is the way; He’s in each and every place - Like the commandments we shan’t debase. The divine maste......Read the rest...

...It has been said: That if, just one person remembers, your life after you are gone, then you may still be forced to walk this earth tied to a false memory. My prayer, is to be entirely forgotte......Read the rest...

...Do you see me in my fleeting forms, In my moments painted with ephemeral hues, With the posture of masks and affectation on stage, Playful in jewelry that glitters vacantly, Shyly heralding the y......Read the rest...

... The embodiment of the unique existence, life is the construct of transient elements, that align in the plethora of perishable patterns within the mundane entity of body-mind duality. Benea......Read the rest...

... Nature, to a less discerning eye, at times seems partial to certain of her creatures, sparing some the pain of death and loss, a blessing we humans have somehow been denied. Driving ......Read the rest...

...There was a man that took a fall & was broken in many ways He had the strength to rise again after being betrayed & led astray Sometimes the pain is so great that it can throw you off paths Whe......Read the rest...

...The tables keep on turning. The wheels keep turning. Eyes that are burning. A vision of deception a heart left mourning. All of that is over waking up to peaceful stress-free mornings. No long......Read the rest...

...Bright twinkling star of the night, you validate that we have sight. From Source you shine on every land, The same Source that created man. Just as your light keeps on burning, Source gives ma......Read the rest...

...(inspired by "Gifts of the Most High" by G Alan Johnson.) The crows know me, and I, in their untamed glares, and wild, accepting, onyx eyes find a solace. No need for ID, for they’ve been watc......Read the rest...

...They know me, still, behind my aged teacher face. They wave to me in my car, running wildly home from school on a sunny afternoon. I smile and wave back, thinking, “my sons know me, still.”......Read the rest...

...("Howling Rock" - 2016, Castle Rocks, Idaho) Crying Wolf My phone is set to the tone of a trumpet horn To signal incoming texts And every time it sounds I think of Robin Hood calling ......Read the rest...

...Like a rafter that broke under the weight it bore Like a pupa, wound hard in a tight bind, Like the torn pages of a book thrown into waste, I felt trapped and broken and my life seemed......Read the rest...

...love is a lofty ideal croon of tenderness sounds right, feels good but how may we share what we do not have a hollow emptiness engulfs our body-mind womb of space suffocates we ar......Read the rest...

... how can one so discerning ~ be totally blind to all concerning said the suicidal egotist ~ then turned and shot up the mirror......Read the rest...