Mare's tales aloft, I'm feelin' soft
Feelin' as wispy as what's blowin' cross
They come and they go, like all of these states
This will blow over if I will just wait
Intersection of sword and floral stem,
a hummingbird’s beak, glimpses
unforeseeable cross.
M indfulness soothes ~~ mind and soul
I t sets people free from trapped emotions
N eed for us all to practise it
D o a journal, be thankful everyday ~ for something
F or it is a road map to freedom ~
U nderstanding , to see through new eyes
L earning to tolerate the emotions we feel
N eed to alter our lives ~ altering attidudes
E ndevouring to live in the moment
S eeing to hold infinity in the palm of your hand
S oaring ~ to new heights in life
Fractal Fluidity-:-
paisley
patterns
infinite
geometric
recursion
in a FLOWING STATE OF MIND
inner
mandalas
symmetry
mindful
moment
entering ZENTANGLE ZONE
evolution
formation
surrounds
sensory
soother
conscientiousness~
smoothing those ruffled feathers,
small mindful actions,
quiet care unfolding like
light warming a cool morning
prone to wholesomeness
she was wisely unselfish
never neglectful
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 6–12, 2026)
EXHALE
There is no end to my exhale;
flowering emptiness filling me, infinitely.
Subsurface tides of me rush recede and
waters winds in beautiful tandems leap.
With in-breath I am remembering my birth,
with out-breath I my dying.
When I am silent to the very bone,
beyond myself, my edges blur and free
what choruses now, what string, what flute notes drum
who is it who sings to and through me?
When life and love breathed exactly into this world,
and I became here, was someone beside me then?
What did my face look like
before I was conceived?
Speaking of Sedoka
Nette Onclaud
05-24-2026
Highway signs blur past
I rush toward far exits
missing the view beside me
I lift up my gaze
drive slow, let the world unfold
enjoying the journey, now.
Mindfulness
Kevin Davis 2025
When I look high in the azure sky,
And watch the clouds and birds drift by.
When I see flowers and leaves on trees,
Dance merrily while the wind still sings.
When I see glitter deep in an ancient stone,
Or winter snow that can chill to the bone,
Then I feel connected to my world, and so
I am happy and comforted in the life I know.
It begins with the breath, a simple, rising tide,
The only clock that tells the honest truth.
It asks you, for a moment, to reside
Beyond the reaching hunger of your youth.
To sit within the center of the storm,
And watch the lightning strike without a flinch,
To let the tangled thoughts begin to form,
But never let them gain a single inch.
It takes a hunter’s patience, still and deep,
To track the way the light falls on the wall,
To wake the senses from their heavy sleep
And hear the silence underneath it all.
It is the scattering of your burdens on the floor,
Not casting them away, but letting go,
To stand before a wide and windowed door,
Content to simply watch the river flow.
You must be gentle with the wandering mind,
As one would guide a lamb back to the fold;
To leave the bitter stresses far behind,
And trade your iron chains for threads of gold.
For mindfulness is not a mountain peak,
Nor some elusive prize you have to find—
It is the very stillness that you seek,
The quiet home you carry in your mind.
By Phan Tan Hai
Writing a few lines of calligraphy,
praising the Blessed One—
the ink spreads like tears,
soaking gratitude deep into the soul.
Writing a few lines of calligraphy,
an offering to Thay of Plum Village;
lifting my head, I hear a crane’s cry
calling someone’s name across the sky.
From these few lines of calligraphy,
the strokes turn into a forest of flowers,
fragrancing each verse with sweetness—
the whole sky singing Dharma songs.
--- Dedication to Thay Nhat Hanh
By Phan Tan Hai
Opening the book, reading word by word,
I see flowers drifting along the page—
fragrant with the scent of Right Speech,
woven into a raft to cross the river.
Through long and patient months and years,
he cultivated wisdom and compassion;
across the sky his mind shone clear,
walking onward, held by mindfulness.
He taught the Dharma with endless joy,
sending hidden blessings through each line.
One day he set the chalk aside—
and flower-rain drifted across the sky.
— For Dharma friend Tam Thuong Dinh Bach Xuan Phe
What makes us human?
The air we breathe?
The body we inhabit our soul in?
The knowledge that we are here and alive?
Yes but what makes us really human?
The way our heart beats
When another soul touches our skin
The emotions that arise
When we get to experience
A pretty sunset or sunrise
The chilling air
That we breathe into our lungs
On those cold winter nights
And the moments that filter your mind
Just as you close your eyes
The answer to the question?
The beautiful, enchanting
Emotions, thoughts and feelings
That we are lucky to experience
Every minute of every single day
For the rest of our lives
Because the way we feel never dies
And yes bodies may age
And yes knowledge may grow distant
But the love felt in our life
That is something else
That will never die
I see them in everything
they're invisible with no form
My body is touched by feelings
it makes my skin crawl
I hear their whispers unending
yet silence is their voice
I breathe deeply but smell nothing
It is the sense of death
I can taste only dry metal
or at least I thought
They make me count the experience
to try to keep me calm
Calm...
To try to keep me calm
they make me count the experience
Or at least I thought
I can taste only dry metal
It is the sense of death
I breathe deeply but smell nothing
Yet silence is their voice
I hear their whispers unending
It makes my skin crawl
my body is touched by feelings
They're invisible with no form
I see them in everything
I dreamt about serene living
I aimed to make it a reality
~ One day at a time
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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