Mindful Poems - Poems about Mindful

Reflecting on times, ones perfectly certain, Without shadows of doubt on the mind, As though shining, waiting by black or white curtains, As though truth were so easy to find, So clear now it seems, contrary to say, Such clarity is not in the slightest, As black, surely, but one dark shade of grey, And pure white, just another, the lightest....

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We sense the noose of fear tighten, stifling joy, soul seeks to brighten but relinquishing ownership, staid silence, mark of our worship, as an observer poised in bliss, we recognise we are not this, meaning we’re spirit, not this form, so we have no cause to conform to ebb and flow of shifting tides, since we know God resides inside....

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Before the onset of an urge, arising from desire's upsurge, looking at it as a dream form, that impulse, in the void we merge. Our soul's intent is pure and warm but ego's role is to deform the mist of bliss seeking to rise, that touched by love we may transform. Softening the look of our eyes, embracing each offered surprise, seeking nothing, we just...

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as our heart contracts, a thought crystallises distorted as a fear laced symbol we look at the event with a nonchalant eye recognising the play as but an illusion wooed by bliss magnetism cascading within we return to the cave of our heart where we dwell...

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Like shapes new that form from uneven clay, mind greets thoughts anew that evoke delight; hope revives for a fresh start every day, like shapes new that form from uneven clay. Positive vibes open doors to make way for graceful acts creative sparks ignite. Like shapes new that form from uneven clay, mind greets thoughts anew that evoke delight. Like shapes new...

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and when i wander through the night the moon follows staring without a word as if it knows something it wants to share yet hovers hesitating millenia of good and bad love and hate peace and war it's seen it all still in silence and without judgment it watches over life as it unfolds mindless of lessons from the past AP: Honorable Mention 2024 Posted on September...

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In this very place, at this very moment, I find myself captivated, even as I speak. The time has come for my transformation, And it will all stem from this moment—now. Though I may never fully grasp the depth of its power, Or the blessings it carries within, My heart is awash with vibrant emotions, A deep belief in the principle of...

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My body has needs just as I have mine but since I live in it, I oft indulge, yet watchful that my head and heart align, lest wayward ego shows its ugly bulge. Oh hermit, note these secrets I divulge, revealed out of sense of deep compassion, that it’s best to cultivate dispassion because if we don’t we are sure to fall, so...

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Existence, herein, is like water in an earthen pot. A grit on the problem is enough to bring it to naught. The water in it is cool and as clear as a crystal. Though physically brittle, both within them are blissful. Does the fish in a drying pond die of fear every day? Amidst the dangers of dragnets, doesn't it...

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Wanting blindly, even good Seldom have few understood Is ineffective If one's doing's misdirected Be the gentle heart well-guided Not with eyes that are short-sighted But mindful and wide Else be intention misapplied...

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I've always showered care on ungrateful trees, the ones that bloomed and the ones that withered. I watered them anyway. In this chaotic world, compassion is made slavery, chained with entitlement and false lovebites, yet my tender heart endures through the raid and self-inflicted questions of why I have to succumb to an endless tide. Sometimes...

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I sit like a tranquil river, Trying hard not to wear my heart on my sleeves, Though they’re acting innocent, I could see through the veil. Words spoken behind me, They seem to filter into my ears, Acts spun at night, They seem to be lighted at dawn. As they pass by, Their guilt is mirrored, I could feel their dark energies, There’s an overcast of...

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Ideality; the quality of being ideal. That’s what I mean when I say ‘My heart Resonates with gentle colours of feathers while My eye is cautious of twigs with thorns and twigs With small glints of flames on the tips of their fingers. Once or twice, I step and skip on stepping stones And thrice or quartz, the rocks swim...

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I can offer you sympathy, try to feel you through empathy. But if you take it for granted, silence will be your remedy. Remember the seeds you planted, when unnourished will bloom slanted. Hearts yearn for balanced devotion, like birds sharing what they chanted. When there is too much commotion, tears seem to fall in slow motion. Will you give my soul an embrace, try to...

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The surge of self-centric storm blows in the desert of life, I’m not aware a calm niche of bliss nestles in my heart, fail to discover the concealed oasis of gentle ambiance, not until the broken kaleidoscope of ruined lives I discern ground in the grip of tempest of the ordained life’s turmoil. The gloomy teary face of the...

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