Best Meditate Poems
Wake ’n bake
Wake and meditate
Meditate like Buddha
Meditate your mind
Mind over matter
Mind is infinite
Infinite dreams
Infinite power
Power to heal
Power to see
See beyond
See the truth
Truth be told
Truth within
Within my heart
Within my soul
Soul spark
Soul searching
Searching for me
Searching to be free
Free to be me
Free mental slavery
Slavery beyond color
Slavery disguised
Disguised as a job
Disguised as money
Money piece of paper
Money the illusion
Illusion we live in
Illusion called life
Life after life
Life is just a game
Game evil vs. good
Game to play
Play like child
Play to learn
Learn to share
Learn to care
Care about nature
Care about love
Love yourself
Love art
Art of abundance
Art of nothingness
Nothingness
Nothingness is life
Life is a dream
Life is love
Dream
Love
The stress of this world has got me beat
I need to be by myself had have a seat
Cross my legs point my fingers toward the skies
Take a deep breath and close my eyes
Take me far away before it’s to late
I need to relax and meditate
Drift away for a short while
Go to my good place one that will make me smile
Inhale into your nose and with your moth blow out
It’s good for you there is no doubt
Take me far away before it’s to late
I need to relax and meditate
A beach a park or the ocean shore
It’s all going away not to return anymore
The mountains the desert or the deep sea
It’s a spiritual thing let your mind enter a different reality
Take me far away before it’s to late
I need to relax and meditate
Loosen your muscles and don’t let them tense
Forget your troubles it all makes sense
Come back to the real world changed and happy
Do this often to always remain healthy and free
Dew drops grace green grasses
Soothing like my pearly power shower
I choose the right outfit for an orange day
Under the fruit bowl by Vincent Van Gogh
Breakfast bar stool welcomes hungry hips
Honey dew melon kisses lips
Pray meditate talk to God and myself
Water plants feed perky pets sweep steps
Thunderous thud at the French door
Blue genes deliver the paper boy
Who always smells like molasses
Busy red rush for beige boisterous bus
Cool car pool to trendy train that passes
Helium houses that empty again of masses
Spied by sharp eyed animals of prey
Early bird flight climb sky
By Water Lily Lake
Sun is a ball of fire rolling uphill
A wise bald eagle relaxes on top of the world
His seat red, white, blue flag’s pole by the mill
Sun rays in his face
Tattoo him as silhouette Smokey gray
THE MEDITATOR
Oh what joy it seems to me
Drinking an early morning tea.
While watching the sun rise across the Bay
Changing night into day.
My Maltese, lies stretched across my knees
Knows he's not here to play but me to please,
But, my time to meditate just went sour
Oh God – What is the hour?
Not time to mediate
Just to contemplate.
Mistakes I've made and things I dread
How fast can I get back to bed?
One last thing so you don't get bit.
NOLI TANGERE CANEM MEAN. MORDIt !
It is what I wrote on his tag
So disregard those speedy wags.
Hope I spelled that right.
It means: "DON'T PAT MY DOG, HE BITES !"
Let's meditate & get high tell these physical bodies goodbye explore the universe time and space become closer than we have ever come face-to-face
Feel my emotions and my energy force we've never been this deep its par for the course let's understand each other's fears and spiritual minds trust and believe there's climaxes of all kinds
Let go and release meet me in the 5th dimension that's when our bodies don't matter because our spirits are in suspension I see your goals and aspirations too I truly get it now my twin flame and I are now one not two
Jinxy we riding the same wave 96Hz with her knowledge she a flirt 528 day by day we keep our Bluetooth connected that way
Once them spirits touch it's a whole different ball game and that's when your ex go from ol boy to what's his name
I was in the middle of a PowerPoint
About Pastafarianism
Then I noticed someone in the corner
Not paying attention
Lost, looking tired
I heckled to him
"Paul, quick, candy-coloured clown..."
He found the song on his laptop
I checked the speakers and adjusted the volume
I picked
Up the microphone and sang, looking at the student in the corner...
"Go to sleep, everything is alright."
They listened and watched with great
Intensity
We had all dived within
I told them
I didn't want a golf ball-sized consciousness
I will put my Godliness in a jar
We looked at a quote from a character from Don Quixote
'God bless the man who invented sleep'.
Someone at the front raised his hand
"Why
Doesn't he just commit suicide then?"
Shelly in the second row asked me,
"Are you a Humanist?"
Before I
Could answer
There was a knock at the door
Just as
We had all
Dived-within
Alvin on my left said to me,
"God bless the man who invented sleep."
And I sang again and crooned to them,
"Go to sleep, everything
Is
Alright."
if aromatic, can your sound
adrift on wings like strings to sing
by tongue and some from lighted tops
of cloud aloud let fly, let fly
o solitary eagle soaring high
these aromatic overtones
of demon groans to bees abuzz
on petal roams and onto tombs
of night in flight to morning’s dew
harmonic rhythms meditate
the late, the new, the cycle through
sweet realm of realms, mine avenue
and though her breath is my breath too
the key, like she, can bloom
I move;
perception moves;
thoughts move;
feelings move;
this body moves.
I am still;
perception stills;
thoughts still;
feelings still;
this body stills;
These perceptions I thought were me
vanish;
these thoughts I thought were me
vanish;
these feelings I thought were me
vanish;
this body I thought was me
will slowly vanish
as the germs and worms unweave the confusion.
I watch
nothing.
Then watching is gone;
(no way to question if
nothing is there,
nothing is not there.
Who can say something has been freed?
Who can say nothing has been freed?)
As I go about my day,
these feelings come
vivid and fierce, like fear;
unable to see my Self,
unable to feel myself,
I can only see the fear,
I can only feel the fear,
and I think “that must be me;
it’s all I can see; it is all I feel.”
These feelings even come
vivid and fierce, like love;
unable to see myself,
unable to feel myself,
I can only see the love,
I can only feel the love
and I think “that must be me;
it’s all I can see; it is all I feel.”
Is there something watching?
Is there someone watching?
or is there only Watching
as everything comes and goes...
To meditate
I hold three rocks, in my hand
rolling them over, over,and over
leaving this reality behind, far behind.
I pace, I pad a path deep inside,
where reality has no weight.
I close my mind
listen to the warmth
each of my little rocks give.
A place of quiet Silence,
Dawn and Dusk,
Still and Solitude,
To just be and hold,
within myself,
My sanctuary, safety, belonging.
To be where I belong within,
Strong enough to hold within
all I’ve denied myself.
Inner conscious to trust,
My own discernment.
Again in the quietness of half-slumber-
A dream of half-awakening-
I find the vision that blurs,
without the required stillness.
In the harsh sunlights glare,
I breath in behind closed lids
to pad the path into
the circle of my inner solitude,
Alas, reality still clings heavily!
My breath staggers, stutters, gasp.
Cool air breeze circulates
Within the inner grove I can not reach.
Be still-breathe- the panic will ease.
Let it all go… one, two, three…
Your core is strong, with roots that
Grow deep and wide
Your trunk broad and veined
-flow of energy that
Feeds into branches spread wide.
Lay here tonight, in this one moment,
to remember the strength and peace
Reality drains dry.
(Surreal)
Play a Krishna mantra
Hear the rain pattering down
Cars knifing wet wind
Distant dogs howling
Even the tinnitus
ringing in my ears
Anything but the
narrative
playing in my head
Poison
from the well of
quiet desperation
of loneliness
of false perception
Just because the world
doesn't smile back at you
once
doesn't mean it doesn't
I just don't perceive
So
make the blood rush
into my brain and flush away
what smothers joy
Meditate
deepest desires
into existence
hear the dogs howl
hear the baby cry
But see the Buddha laugh
and smile back
It's good to breathe
It's good to be
Have you searched your heart, have you searched your soul? Have you ever taken
time to think about anyone but you? Do you think that life is only just a game? Tell me if you will, does it even matter to you?
Do you have enough money, do you have enough toys? Is there a limit, to how
much you lust for? Are you like so many others, is this how you keep score?
Have you ever helped a stranger, those less fortunate than you? Do you have a
heart, do you even care? Do you speak the truth, or do you bend it out of shape? Do
you know the Lord, or is he just a fable to you? Do you think it was a big bang, or
just a concidence? How do you justify the life that you lead, are you truly happy, is
this all you need? When you see others suffering, does it move your heart at all, or
do you count them as losers, those less deserving than you? Do you have
compassion, or a concience at all?
Perhaps it's time to reflect on this, to take the time to ~~~Meditate~~to put
yourself in their place, don't you think that's fair? You can't feel their suffering, I
know that this is true; but use your imagination, don't you think that's the least you
could do?
Perhaps even better, you could experience it yourself, do you have the courage to
put it to the test? ~~Meditate~~
percussively
I think my way as rhythm
over cloud peaked tops
mountain points like metered dots
and on them stand and pluck, oh see
my breath transcends eternity
introspect
I aim my gewgaw outwardly
to a passing world
and yet it seems I’m not as bold
it searches inward with effect
I am my own play’s architect
meditate
a friend who soothes
who heals at home
I play for me and my ear alone
a remedy of beats I incorporate
in my therapeutic style of late
sanctuary
my sound is that
of a honeyed waterfall
hear breath, it’s grace over boulders call
a harmonising of beauty’s key
be vibrant yet my soliloquy
Quite a vivid late afternoon/
early evening dream
transpired within me noggin
housed deep within skullcap
regarding right wing kooky
conspiracy plot to kidnap
a leary paranoid
schizophrenic king suspicious of trap
upon arising from lengthy nap
yours truly, who sought to pull himself
a generic garden variety chap
up courtesy his own figurative bootstrap
on account of groggy feeling
so methought to download
wake up quick app.
Before hurriedly bidding thee rabbit reader
a bunny fide hasta la vista
linkedin concatenated adieu,
(I bemusedly, kindly, readily, willingly
acknowledge (while zippily wiggling
mine button nose)
naysaying belonging to species and genus
Oryctolagus cuniculus Yemenite
my matter of fact honest to dog aim to write
creating literary masterpiece considerably
far less than one terabyte
no way no how attests
(quintessentially, simultaneously, vociferously...
waving shaky spear less to prove point
versus making verses to feign)
being adept with skill set of playwright
while playing fair and as (unbeknownst
until just recently) privileged white knight
such unfairness motivates
participation with Cherry Hill, New Jersey
Unitarian reparations group
genuine fellowship doth excite.
Caffeine consumption
creative process helps jumpstart
impossible mission to chart
outcome regarding crafting poem
analogous to elusive prey
thoughts slither and dart
to and fro, hither and yon
yet how ideal if literary endeavor
could possibly be mapped out
courtesy devine English flowchart
distinct symbols representing
how branching outcomes show start
to finish plot encompassing
picture of broken heart,
where love labour's lost
where all's well that ends well
pertaining to romantic tragedy
cue Romeo and Juliet
rent asunder torn apart.
We are not the body nor the vital breath.
We are not the mind we're beyond death.
We are all a free spirit though incarnate,
We should be aware of this and meditate.
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I will meditate upon the sunshine,
Though its noonday heat could find me forlorn,
I shall dwell upon happy hyacinths,
Drying, undying from yesterday’s storm.
I will close the curtain on past’s sharp swords,
Its cruelty full meant, spilling so free.
On clouds of prophetic pessimism,
A dark black forest of winter stripped trees.
I will walk barefoot in nature’s soft grass,
Sing joyous songs that are borne in the air,
Listen to laughter of chortling children,
Fast growing beanstalks with hopes for life fair.
I will meditate upon the sunshine,
For it shines His loving light upon me.