James Marshall Goff Poet Prose Poetry

Gentle Hearts

I passed two Tibetan Monks on my journey around the lake today.
Pausing, I bowed in respect, ..... slowing, one Monk smiled, raised
his hand and touched my soul. I recalled the time I had to go into the 
cement jungle early in the morning one day, to prepare a large customer
order... as I walked on the sidewalk along the skyscraper, there standing 
in a shallow pool of water, stood a 'Least Sandpiper' -hundreds of miles
 from his home, in the shadow of capitalism.... seemingly content ~

                                                                           seemingly      content

                                                                                                    ....I walked on.

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Robin Davis December 21, 2013 at 3:28 PM James Such a calming and serene write. Puts the reader in a spiritual mood and makes their heart feel joy and peace. nice job Thanks for the great comment on my Deadly Drinking poem.

Yoni Dvorkis June 30, 2009 at 8:06 PM This is very calming to read James. I'm still trying to connect the monks to the bird in the street. if the bird is meant to be you then it would only relate well if you were out of place in the tree jungle with the monks. alternatively, the bird could represent the monks themselves as they were out of place for you when you saw them by the same lake you've always walked around but this time these two spiritual beings sat there meditating and smiling, and you couldn't help but feel at home.

Charlene Bird June 29, 2009 at 10:36 AM This is great Jim, very calming and even a tinge of spirtuality that soothes throughout!

Carolyn Devonshire June 28, 2009 at 3:13 PM Your encounter with the monks stirred something of a spiritual awakening, James. It surely takes a "gentle heart" to appreciate the tiny sandpiper when surrounded by the "concrete jungle." Very inspirational write, James! Love, Carolyn

Heidie Buys June 28, 2009 at 12:17 PM Such a gentle poem, love the idea that the monks touched your soul. Very well done and very excellent ended. Regards Heidie

Carrie Richards June 28, 2009 at 11:50 AM Provokes deep thought, a quiet, and subtle poem. Well written...

Charmaine Chircop June 28, 2009 at 11:26 AM I love your gentle giant heart jim--and with this write you lifted up my spirit seemingly content i move on and mail resp pls

Barbara Gorelick June 28, 2009 at 11:16 AM Oh this is fabulous..One of the finest poems I have read on this site May I suggest "among the skyscrapers"..instead of along-- etc. I I am so proud of you..this one is just terrific. I love the end . BG