Short Middle Way Poems
Short Middle Way Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Middle Way by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Middle Way by length and keyword.
Wanting to see,
I want to look at
You very much.
My sky
My dream home,
My middle way destination-
To you.
I love you.
Life
is
like
a toilet roll
~when it's half way
it finishes faster
Freedom loves choice,
left and right or the middle way
all are paths to walk each day
Hum and ha and other druthers
are the price we pay
for sweet liberty.
Quatrain #16:
MIDDLE WAY
Start with good cheer that frames fond say,
Love need not fear the path of play;
Sense plain truth here that shows you how,
Feel zest that steers the middle way.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
01 July 2015
Singapore
peace'a the day be to ya
...that which you've given me...
everyday at no cost
...is a reality...
reflections within and without
...mirroring...
the middle way
…of pluses and minuses...
being without pain
...the other is never an alien...
with respect our common logic
...love on each planet is the same...
stan sand
Reset your body with the affirmative motion
of your awakened senses dear child
Invigorate your soul and proclaim your life
through the middle way and let the self
assimilate with the oneness of it all.
Lose yourself in the timelessness of essential
both in heaven and on earth,
renewal is key element to Spiritual Revival.
Mad is the man
Who schemes and scams
Desire now plots
True empty lots
Be shrewd and kind
Find peace of mind
Do not delay
Walk middle way
Ego and pride
Fatal joyride
Poise follows choice
Utter firm voice
All in due time
See the end rhyme
Prepare your grace
To greet each face
Such is the way
Survive and play
Leon Enriquez
29 June 2014
Singapore
Lift up your heart
As love now starts
Give all you can
To understand
Live your best now
As truth endows
Act with clear will
To feel fine fill
The way is hard
For a true bard
Word mint fits pain
Now once again
Dare to be good
In any mood
The middle way
Fits night and day
Come away now
For why knows how
Leon Enriquez
01 April 2020
Singapore
flights of thought suspended
emotions postponed
scintillations unravelled
circular stagnation
levitation time warped
inside the Buddha meets trepidation
loincloth gets looser
scent candles burn blisters
on sandalwood base
fused with a valley of tears
a river flows backwards
in which one cannot swim twice
third time fortunate
he finds middle ground
inspired by expiration
middle way between
desperation and movement
She, a left-brained leftist.
He, a pretend-monk of the Middle Way.
She aches North,
he rushes South.
The moments traffic clog and smush and crumble
into a jumble of hours...
The island, a respite, from the weary
us apart. We come together in our
middle place.
To forget erase
the dour the dint the dirt
of the peopled world.
We come together in our
middle place.
She from the Left,
he from the Middle,
and its all
Right.
By the old gate
I wait on fate
Now not too late
To flesh a date
Words in odd rhymes
Come forth in time
As echoes chime
Through mortal mimes
Work feels so light
When mortal sight
Seeks a grand flight
In spheres most bright
The blind now see
What love sets free
In what will be
Noise in full spree
By night and day
The middle way
Comes as you play
The games that stay
Leon Enriquez
23 August 2018
Singapore
She touched each one but soon they cleared like smoke
little infant rogues, always ready for the heady toke
She prayed to the Gods above but all she got was pain
drenched to the bone by torrents that gave way to rain
So in the end she chose the middle way of no return
Icarus moments in the sun that didn't crash or burn
Resting in God's love she got to see the other side,
feeling vibrant and blissful like the slow ebbing tide.
Good deeds, misdeeds.
Good for you, bad for him.
The middle way is a narrow road,
thread the needle.
Monkey Pox
or a fresh oranges?
Some balancing choices
need no great deliberation.
The longer we live
the more the proliferation
of garden rakes.
Whiskey on the rocks,
marriage on the rocks,
there will always be
more rocks
Tight rope, high wire.
Wobble on your way
out-stretched arms.
Don't look down,
Smile for the camera
Sooner or later -
we fall.
Between action and inaction,
lies the optimal middle way,
of soul’s vibrance gaining traction,
invoking in time, divine grace.
With silence as our default mode,
feeling how polarities merge,
ineffable bliss fills our form
and as we sing to God an ode,
bliss magnetism begins to surge,
sweeping us away in love’s storm.
The simple shift from head to heart
and thereafter melding with space,
in time stretched stillness, a learnt art,
is how our soul invokes God’s grace.