Best Meditator Poems
I am a Peacemaker
Mother - let me teach my children humility
Woman - let my sensitivity calm others
Wife - let me be his lover, confidant and teammate always
Reikimaster - let me teach and practice the healing art of Reiki
Aura Photographer - let aura hues reveal health and future goals
Aroma therapist - let me breathe in the healing oils daily
Poet - let poetry inspire me and others to greater heights
Grandmother - let me teach my grandchildren through example
Giver - let my joy of giving warm hearts
Forgiver - let me always be first to forgive others
Stewardess - let my soul soar and remain in the clouds
Meditator - let me connect with the Angels and the Divine Spirit
Student - let me never stop learning new things
Dancer - let me dance with the joy music provides
Visionary - let me see the future through my third eye
Traveler - let me learn of different cultures
Astrologer - let the planets reveal personalities to benefit others
Nature Lover - let me value trees and plants as sentient beings
Romantic - let love always thrill me and fill me
Animal lover - let me help animals in need of compassion
Believer - let my faith in God continue to grow forever.
5-9-20
~First Place~
I AM: A LIST BIO CHALLENGE Poetry Contest
Sponsor Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
meditator, nature,
Form:
List
How firmly they stand,
the spires of history
that no one can destroy.
What a curious melange
of hate and love
and yesterday's antipathy.
Indifferent they are,
leaving us their basic legacy--
shining, mocking; it is their heritage,
and the winds of change have no effect
upon a single word.
Within their shadow is enshrined,
the totality of every lie
and every truth we ever knew.
Tread softly in their midst--
It is rarified companionship they offer.
Dare we even to essay to smooth the path
historic footsteps made,
or cleared the way for ours?
There is no answer from the silent skies.
It is the empty flagon of serenity,
the hopeless void that stretches out forever,
calling forth the meditator to his bench,
and time to its eternal rest.
~
Categories:
meditator, time,
Form:
Free verse
The problem of the inclusive pronoun is still very much a problem for the writer, and needs an accepted solution. I tried for years with a suggested one of my own, but it never caught on. So here, I have simply alternated them--over and over!
Your Best Friend
You may not know him very well
and often slighted her at times
you needed him the most.
You neither heard nor gave a thought
to all the wisdom packed among
the secrets of her mind.
He fades from time to time,
and often thinks she is not wanted, nor
quite sensible enough to speak out boldly,
lest he bowdlerize the common sense
proclaimed by gilt-edged saints
enshrined in texts the priests
bear high above our nodding heads...
and would she dare to disagree?
But there he is--
and all the little thoughts churn
endlessly, and quite in vain.
She is your friend, conceived on skeins
of common cloth; his sources are
the mysteries the ages pass
to everyman, the flying residue
of concepts born of the enlightenment
that generates upon prolific shores
unseen--some call them mansions
of a heavenly domain where God resides.
I will not reduce such visionary
to a royal personhood, give him a sex
nor place him on a throne. She is
too much for anyone to pray to, bow before,
or lovingly array in ermine robes
and facial hair,
and that best friend denies his pedigree
to so assume.
And yet a modicum of faith preserves
a shred of confidence within
that she does not in plain reality,
so lead.
Your friend (and any God who may personify
himself) does so abound in unexplored
and virgin territory, that ready inspiration
is available to any meditator or philosopher
who stumbles over truth--best friend indeed!
No question is too much for her examination;
there are nuances to the myriad of answers
he may entertain, or at the least, confront.
No preachment is beyond her reach.
He leaves no clue to her identity, for
He is you!
~
Categories:
meditator, friend,
Form:
Free verse
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 !"
Categories:
meditator, angst, depression, dog, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
I thought I am a great Writer
Till I did not get a pen to write and found myself wordless
I thought I am a great Singer
till I heared a most beautiful music which is soundless
I thought I am a great Mentor
Till I know that answers to some great questions are speechless
I thought I am a great Care Taker
Till I meet a poor helping others who was armless
I thought I am a great Traveller
Till I reach a point where every path was endless
I thought I am a great Meditator
Till I realize that "I" in me is not yet worthless
I thought I am a great Speaker
till I know there is only way to say truth is voiceless
I thought I am a great Lover
Till I know I cannot get it unless I become selfless
I thought I am great Creator
Till I saw a new born baby and its joyous existence, so seamless
I thought I am a great Healer
Till I know I cannot heal anything without one's willingness
I thought I am
till I dissolved in the sound of Godness
Categories:
meditator, self,
Form:
Rhyme
Pondering on Nirvana
The meditator mediates her thoughts meanders through
confusion and the onslaught overkilled by oscillating storms
Nothingness emptiness detachment as she does not wish to
be fragmented any longer but the Lotus flower seems
Appears to have departed the mantras has deserted her and her visions
are merely a picture of Guernica in which rotten demise remains
Her poetry resounds blank sentences a piece of paper fountain pain
pricked pen idle dried ink and empty hollow words craving expression
Her begging bowl scrambles for what is or is not meant to be seeks
the truth darkens memories of a blotchy future so far untold
Seeds are waiting to flourish agonise antagonise before the
waiting game is over and reality settles on her tired restless mind
The moment bargains like a Faustian pact entices temptations
doubts resolve capitulation yet fails once more the sweet surrender
When evening falls again she levitates on the putrid stench of
humanity while smells of roses have succumbed to thorns alone
Reflecting moons however guide shooting stars alleviate the scorching sun
so she resolves to try in hope once more when new tomorrow beckons
Categories:
meditator, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
In the midst of meditation
Sinking into silence
In the setting sun
Comes the haunting hoot
Of an obscure owl
In the nearby autumn woods
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
Echoing the quiet question
Resonating in the recesses
Of my primordial mind,
Who, Who, Who, Who
Am I?
Categories:
meditator, introspectionautumn,
Form:
Free verse
‘Eat when hungry, sleep when sleepy’, adage,
simple enough, for a child innocent.
Why then with insomnia, war we wage?
Methinks, due to bubbling thoughts resident,
we stagnate, mired in ego sediment.
As both the prisoner and tormentor,
spectator, as well as the conjurer,
freedom lies by living in the present,
moment to moment, as meditator,
ever present in inner sound current!
At the core, what matters is our response
to manifestations, as they unfold.
We look at each life offering askance,
whilst the child within, is trusting and bold,
both waking and sleeping, in joy beholds!
When boundaries cognised begin to blur,
we partake of life in playful caper,
vibrant in unending celebration!
In thought rested stillness, bliss alone stirs,
as we slide into sleep meditation!
24-January-2021
Now I lay me down to sleep poetry contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Categories:
meditator, muse, sleep, spiritual,
Form:
Dizain
Meditator meditating in thought rested stillness
Identity yet is and with it carries beliefs and concepts
So sounds, images, light or subtle vibrations may manifest
In the background there is our soft breathing and bliss humming
Identity is yet the subject and myriad sensations the objects
Then everything simply drops away and there is no-thing
What is, is awareness self-aware, self-luminiscent
Innate aliveness of Self without any attribute
Being self-aware, awareness as such is complete
There is no going or coming or doing to be done
Choicelessly choosing to reactivate mind-body
Pristine awareness self-aware pervades form
Present simultaneously both here and 'there'
Fully functional from fulcrum of detachment
As nonchalant peacefulness so witnessing
Let’s look at this quote from Ashtavakra Gita verse 20.3
“Where is Knowledge and ignorance?
Where is “I”?
Where is “this”?
Where is “mine”?
Where is bondage and liberation?
Self has no attributes”
21-February-2023
Categories:
meditator, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
Life lover
Death mugger
Hope giver
Low sugar
Water chugger
Love lugger
Tree hugger
Silly bugger
Fun frolicker
Food fantasiser
Friend finder
Hug holder
Soft shouldered
Money shrugger
Deep diver
Divine dealer
Rift healer
Hate hater
Kindness creator
Destiny developer
Imperfect Father figure
Occasional tent rigger
Peace pursuer
Joy juggler
Plate wobbler
Poetry writer
Destiny thriver
Earth empowerer
Environment ambassador
Eden encourager
Evil eradicator
Snake stamper
Veganish validator
Animal appreciator
Wonderful wisdom warrior
Future fantasiser
Present meditator
Past appreciator
Sporty spectator
Not so bad geezer
Summertime sneezer
Bespectacled bungler
Kitchen surface scrubberer
Sad movie blubberer
Healthcare handler
Magic marveller
Movie meddler
Piano plonker
Canine craver
Book reveller
River walker
Christ carrier
Church changer
Cross celebrator
Deafness dabbler
Community keeper
Poverty challenger
Happiness harbinger
Justice instigator
Prayer purveyor
Holiness hailer
Jehovah jotter
Jesus jostler
Bible basher
Beautiful
Believer.
Categories:
meditator, beautiful, character, christian, environment,
Form:
Rhyme
A far cry; ascent, unless we decry
Fearful desires that makes loving heart sigh
Know, oh hermit, we are our tormentor
Both, the meek prisoner and fierce captor
Deaf to voice of conscience, as love draws nigh
Free soaring spirit, reaches for the sky
Living life fully, before we do die
Let’s make not merger, with The Creator
A far cry
This world of contrast, has both lows and highs
Ours is but to do, not to reason why
In silence and stillness, meditator
In midst of turbidity, placater
Is as yet the life we lead, a deep lie
A far cry
26-April-2021
This or That, Vol 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: A far cry
Categories:
meditator, muse,
Form:
Rondeau
Scented with perfume, in as imagined
Heart melting into each words inflexion
Feeling softly, paper creases crumpled
We drew in each breath by resonation
The pen that so wrote, held by loves own hand
Bare canvas enlivened by touch divine
Within love bubble spherical we stand
Loving heart reads the words, as mind aligns
Essence of presence centred in the void
As we become both reader and writer
Our unified consciousness overjoyed
Unspoken words felt by meditator
Centred self thus reading the love letter
Is both the receptor and transmitter
07-January-2021
Categories:
meditator, love, spiritual,
Form:
Sonnet
What do I mean
when I struggle to define my vocation
as a Climate Activist?
How am I anxious
and how might I more positively
anticipate?
An Activist,
hoping for resilient interrelationship
and resonant communication equity,
feedback and forth loops,
is, first, a listening contemplative,
Reflector,
Meditator,
EgoTherapeutic Investor.
We listen
not only with and for egalitarian balance,
non-violent communications,
compassionate cooperative therapies,
democratic relationships of warm appreciation,
but also with and for multicultural win/win interdependence
predicting robust interactive health systems
of and for dynamic climate outcomes.
But, what could we mean
by longing for a more sacredly interwoven Climate?
Green organic outside,
red-blooded holistic nutrition inside.
Climate may be habitat
and energy system,
healthy when not only democratically egalitarian
but also inclusively,
organically interdependent,
like networks of self/other-regenerating systems.
Climates,
ecological and neurological,
outside and inside,
seek healthy harmonies,
musical muses,
liturgical dancers
cast by revolving Earth
and revolutionary peace-trusting EarthTribes,
spinning in-between Sun and Moon,
external and internal win/win balancing orbits
of light and dark,
health and pathology,
love and hate,
communication and dissociation,
relationship and segregation,
rightbrain intersectionality and leftbrain either/or reductive apartheid,
yinflow both/and yang-strength.
In this uneven
unresolved
LastDay
eternally timeless moment
of 19 year old anxiety, for non-elite youthful listeners,
of anticipation, for seasoned polypath poets
and priests,
polyphonic preachers
and multi-theistic teachers
and Climate Activist polycultural prophets
Unfolds tomorrow's Alpha 2020 Day
of democratic energy optimization,
equally and interdependently heard system inside,
before resiliently and resonantly felt
before spoken
with universal
transparently substantial
gratitude outside
secular/sacred inside
ReMembering.
Categories:
meditator, green, health, new years
Form:
Political Verse
“Even my natural self appears to me as non-distinct from the supreme Self; it appears to be one and like space. How can there be meditator and meditation?”
beginning at the end of our understanding
globe of love and light of God is all that is
without diminishing Himself, He creates all
felt in the manifest universe as a bliss fizz
have ye not seen the truth as yet oh hermit
know the seeker who seeks does not exist
if we be still judging neither fault nor merit
our pristine presence is by bliss mists kissed
acknowledging form as also boundless space
we imprint our unique emotes in the vast void
as both this here now and the absolute totality
effervescence of our love is pure and unalloyed
Categories:
meditator, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
“surrender requires a surrenderer ...
meditation needs a meditator ...
the child exuberant, a wonderer!”
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Spoilt
for choice,
there being
multitude paths
to connect with God,
for in truth, He does all,
thereby all paths illusions,
in as appearing as practice
comforting mind that we are doing
whereas all the doing is done by God.
Fret not oh hermit! All paths are equal
or rephrased, devotion is the way,
wherein we choose to surrender
ego borne fears and desires,
which is to say, all thought,
merging by melting,
thus becoming
the essence
of Gods
love.
06-December-2020
Categories:
meditator, spiritual,
Form:
Etheree