Miring Poems - Poems about Miring

...Mundane matters motley Muddy minds mostly Melding, moulding, miring Mindlessly meandering Meek moribund musing Mindfulness missing Mystics mentalism mimic Marring meditation’s magic 30-Ju......

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...Let us try to be still without trying, for if we do strive, then how may we be still? We speak, of course of our mind, spawning thoughts without any rest, even during sleep, dream for......

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...Feeling within consciousness contraction We recognise its origin as fear Arising from desire borne stagnation Fearful to lose illusions we hold dear Ghosts of our mind grips us thus in terror ......

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...Exposure unceasing To external manifestation Has ego anticipating Miring us in stagnation Dependent upon senses We are never free So we take our chances In a meditational spree Stillness......

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...Beginning with what it is not Being certainly not transience we can slot Calling a spade a spade Love not an exchange or trade ‘I love you provided you reciprocate’ ‘If your look is not endear......

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...Death a frontier An imagined barrier In reality nonexistent Save to shallow ego sentiment Subtle domain veiled by a sieve Our mist essence does not deceive By simple recognition Cessation o......

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...A dream, bad from every nook In front of my eyes, so painful. Eyes of mine being tearful And petrified of the remembrance, I looked. Deep down somewhere inside the heart Lies a monotonous mela......

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...I wander but some say I roam Travelling myriad mazes For home. When pillared pathways Lead to love cold I ascend the stairway stars That unfold From my miring mind Momentarily Dwelling whe......

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...Singing solo in a silo The gecko heard his echo It IS Illegal, cried jealous sea gull Regal, Bald Eagle : with a beagle?? A small smew smelt smog Frantic flying from fluorescent fog ......

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...I remember the dream of Austria As the war for me was finally closing High in my turret upon the Sherman I entered this mountain paradise at last Until I reached the earthly gates of hell Wit......

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