Best Detachment Poems

When I used to dream
I used to dream about him
Fantasizing about how it happened and how it could have been
Demons, chasing Nightmares, Happiness on Poles
Tied...

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“The Dissolving Heart” 

How many keys
played for seeds 
bleeding a life

read, received 
cast out 
in the left field 

planted in the heart
of karma to become
new...

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They elude me now ...words
Drinking befits a drowning man possessed
Swimming off this broken page
Baton winning in a relay race
I breached the ribbon sliced with chest
Joy!...

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The Guennol Lioness is the most expensive sculpture ever sold at auction.

If she were of another constitution, 
which was better suited to our social responsibilities...

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A scientist pursuing research—
with disinterested curiosity,
Poets distancing themselves—
from personal emotions,
from ‘personality’ (in Eliot’s idiolect),
A sportsperson focusing on the event—
not obsessed with results,
demonstrating sporting spirit,
Anyone doing...

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Untamed self control my own worst enemy I can be
I can not be the poison and the remedy
The voices I hear are not in my...

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She slowly grew on him, surrounding his body with brown mold and green moss.

He can’t escape her detachment, her selfless embrace. Her love is only...

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When life descends harsh, heavy and rude
Forcing us to sulk, complain and brood
I know the recipe for the perfect mood
A cup of coffee, a book...

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Happiness is...
Starting each dawn
With a bright smile, 
Notwithstanding
Disgruntled faces here and there.
Greeting people hello 
With a friendly wave, 
And, of course, a smile;
Friend or stranger,...

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My eyes rapaciously closing from the rampant onslaught of sleep,
All the while, aromatic thoughts of her tingling my senses grappling for more time within my...

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"...The Secret of the Golden Flower is not only a Taoist text of Chinese yoga but also an alchemical tract. (...) it was the text...

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WOMAN IN CHAINS.
Remember, when I was ‘the thing?’
When I was a chair, just there, with the remote on your coffee table, the cup of coffee...

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~ At last! ~ At last! As 
a sweet rejoinder to Him my 
soul cried out aloud, at last, as I 
marveled in the benignity...

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"That inward eye; which is the bliss of solitude . . . "
William Wordsworth,  English Poet, 1770-1850

I  l o v e  to...

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How Times Have Changed~

We ran so innocently in lush, soft, beautiful grass!
Dreamt of wonderful futures on the finest, fresh smelling sheets.
Mother treated each child as...

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