Buddhist Poems - Poems about Buddhist

All roads lead to the same place What’s different is the path they take But no matter where you go There is always at least a hint of perfection A perfection that is great Because it is always and already perfect Even in the depths of Hell The light of awareness casts its shadows While at the peak of Heaven That light is all...

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A BUDDHIST CHRISTMAS December date as now revised There are lights hung on trees Bodhi and Christmas Dharma Jesus’ teachings are respected Only messiah status is rejected With a clear goodwill Karma A difference only by degrees Yet mutual courtesy is advised ...

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In the middle of a hot summer morning upon my return from the beach throngs of people trudging through on a busy Sunday, by the water quay My heart so heavy laden that it doesn't speak heart breaking beauty that I can only see she walks by in a tilly hat and shiny eyes the...

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Wanderer, free spirit, gets around the endless world, he relentlessly seeks happiness. Open your eyes encounter an aurora borealis simple to perfection, like a lost Eskimo or as a Buddhist monk who attains Nirvana somewhere in distant Burma. Or rather as an aborigine influenced by mysticism or a lost Sufi among the vapors of the hookah, the scents of a forgotten time that leave behind only the perfume of...

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In Tibet, the night was cold and she said in Sanskrit: Over years, in loneliness my heart bled in Sanskrit All mantras of love have failed in winning her for me Tell any Tantras to take me ahead in Sanskrit Behind curtains of temple there was a paradise Night was pleasant ride, though she spoke in bed in Sanskrit The awesome...

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beacon of hope dalai lama in exile his gift to the world AP: Honorable Mention 2022 Posted on October 6, 2022...

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Realization & The World Religions Christianity Petro—Peter means stone Jesus made a pun: Upon this stone I build my church Unto you I give the keys to the Kingdom Hence Peter—The First Pope Jesus “He is my Rock and Salvation” Judaism The Mitzvah—God blesses every good deed The Buddha sits under a bode tree, Surrounded by swirling forces of greed, temptation, and evil intent Desires which are the...

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wherever we go there will be decay and absence for the moment we absorb and learn stillness become silent listen silently silently becoming...

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The Buddhist monk, with a clean bowl Set out in search for food He wished to relinquish control Gourmet desires removed Tread gently on the earth Give desires a wide berth Joyous in bubbling mirth Erst cravings shrunk The Buddhist monk 18-December-2021 Quietus ...

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in gratitude we went our way admiring the wonder of another sunny day thankful for the happiness in our life humble yet so blessed AP: 3rd place 2020 Posted on July 14, 2020...

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We have "civilized" ourselves in a hurry, so we hurry and feel busy, VIPs: Life is like great music, magnificent dance. It doesn't rush to the END - If the end, the goal, was ALL, the fastest dance, the quickest song, would win...

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The branches here leave no shadows where doubt can creep infiltrating your conciousness; reicinirating your grief Here, your inner consiousness makes up its mind Your soul less curious, your mind is at ease Remember what you came here for Beneath the Bodhi tree...

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The Buddha insists on the absence of ‘I'. We banish the self if we ardently try. I’ve done meditation and hoped for salvation. So who became Buddhist? The Buddha — not I....

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I stare into the the mirror My I stares back at me. Its a relflection of what I see and what others may percieve. My I is so important Im sure you disagree as my I is not yours you see. My I means the world to me Its my beginning and my end. but that which stares back at me Is...

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Incense mingled with sweet smelling flowers... Gentle chanting cuts through the lapping rain. Little oil lamps, light the gentle face of Buddha... His white clad pilgrims, with eyes closed and hands clasped, Listen to the monk's sermon. Their gentle walk, light to the mind and soul... As they observe the way to Nirvana....

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