Monk Poems - Poems about Monk

...The monk parakeet, decked out in lime green, In communal nests they can oft be seen. To raise kids, they don't depend on granny. Instead, they hire a helper or nanny.......Read the rest...

...If there be no desire, no thought forms can arise, so if we just be still, darkness yields to sunrise and dark voids within fill. If there be no desire, we live by need, not greed, treading ......Read the rest...

...I go within my being and touch the core of my soul. Like a monk in deep meditation, my mind is quiet. Exploring the hidden, unknown truths has become my goal. My conscience and consciousness are f......Read the rest...

... "Zzzzzzz!" goes a bothersome bee up close, yet so Eerily s t i l l was the meditating Tibetan monk; Nothing seems to faze him in a trance-like state. ......Read the rest...

...In my reveries, I am a monk in the temple of love from the books written with shadows, Sailing through the endless pages, I let myself be carried by the breath of destiny of fragile heroes. They wh......Read the rest...

... A perfect triangle As he stood in the shadow Of the dead eye windows of his home His face alway up Stars or cries of cloud his theatre The sounds that based from his neon lit blue ears He ......Read the rest...

...Love alone is real and that’s life’s gist but imagining we’re distanced from source, grace that uplifts, we begin to resist, opting instead to employ use of force. Mistaken we’re merely this body......Read the rest...

...neither seeking nor resisting aspect unclinging the current carries us form decays values shift thoughts recede we vaporise yet exist shape shifting we become the mist all pervading ......Read the rest...

...Pleased playing flute upon a riverbank, He hardly saw the king's man approaching, E’en closer as he came to show his rank: I’m here with a message, a note from king. Among fortunate few ye ......Read the rest...

...With no agenda in our shelf, having become the witness self, our gentle touch and mindful eye, allows life to flow by itself. There yet are moments when we sigh, since thought tempests take ti......Read the rest...

...I develop into an old monk by drinking an ounce of old monk rum daily......Read the rest...

...Wonderment at existence ™ With my scrunched and bushy furrowed brow I often ponder the precise circumstances that any thing to be born tracing back lineage of self or arbitrary individua......Read the rest...

...In the grey shadow of voiceless days, I, a dreamer laborer, a faceless specter, Under the silent vault that never opens its eyes, I weave my destiny in threads of black linen, hidden in the ......Read the rest...

...I go about my everyday chore full of zest but no desire to score, with no rear view mirror, in this moment, I frolic about in throb of bliss magnetism potent, as it so transforms my form,......Read the rest...

...Imagine head capped with currents of bliss, enabled by God’s magnetism at play, ushering rapture where nothing’s amiss, renewing itself thus, day after day. In the vast, vibrant void, soul make......Read the rest...