Peace is when you stop chasing
what was here, what was there,
when worries turn to silence
and calm fills up the air.
When you enjoy your moment,
with happiness in your heart,
you feel, you listen, you breathe in nature,
and hear its peaceful art.
When you start finding yourself within,
you find the peace that lives within.
You feel happy with everyone,
and see a part of yourself in everyone.
Sharing without thinking of having less,
caring without expecting anything,
having fun like a child,
free from the weight of everything.
It is not the world that changed,
the world within you became peaceful.
The world within you,
under the same endless sky
Perhaps the sky is also a world
that quietly lives within you.
For when the world within is peaceful,
the world around you can be peaceful too.
Let peace begin within our hearts,
For every change begins with a start.
When we choose compassion, love, and grace,
We take one step toward a more peaceful place.
~RA~
The simple red maple leaf floats on the water
The simple tiny purple Aster, blows in the wind
The simple pretty stone, shines in the rain
So many simple things there are to be found
Each discovery simplifies my thoughts
There is no need for there to be a race,
in a life that offers chances to slow down
Stress does not have to rule the day,
when the simple things can wipe it away
There will always be plenty of things to do
As I choose to stop and take the time,
to notice all the presents around me,
I am truly living in a life that's meant to be
Heidi Sands
9/29/26
(C)opyright
As I wait for money in dismay,
I say, "There's bills to pay. JK!"
I feel that you will never see
a poem as good as this will be
In fact, it’ll be spectacular
as folks say in the vernacular
For I trust my gut implicitly ~
the top poetic form’s 'Simplicity'
movements in space marked by time
is the stage where’s birthed a rhyme
and wherein dream forms shape shift
which heart tends to sieve and sift
desire mirrors aversion
becoming our perversion
but turning inward our glance
makes erect our soul’s stooped stance
when light chose to crystallise
it began to weigh and size
yet cessation holds the key
to be in this instant free
when there be no ownership
no doer then does worship
whence consciousness as pure light
is awash in bliss delight
we’re the light we sought to seek
so plugging energy leak
ego dies and we reclaim
flame of bliss that has no name
The Difference Between
Me And You Is: I'm
Not You.
This Time.
You Can - I Can't.
Perfectly Balanced!
The Difference Between
It And Not It...
***Draw A Buncha' Maps***
***Dogs And Ponies In A Show***
***Steal A BOAT!!!***
-----please pipe down----
IS NOT IT!!!!
----nothing isn't----
IS Undefined.
---too simple---
Yet.
(Slippery.)
Let Go.
-Gray Squirrel
09-13-2026
During my bicycle ride
through the countryside one evening,
I saw along the hamlet lane
in the quiet backcountry,
girls in plain dresses walking together,
brass pots shinning at their sides
to fetch water.
They moved towards the nearby pond,
with laughter, free of rank and pride.
Their joy simple and unrestrained –
a sight I loved to see
as I pedaled slowly by.
My mind paused a moment among them
unfastening the chains of inequality,
social evils and worries in life,
as I pedaled slowly down the dusty path
watching their simple joy.
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Words flowing from the heart in my chest:
Do we dare pursue another quest?
Why must we idolize excess?
What if we buy the best?
Learn to eat less?
Eliminate the rest?
Eyes beg for mercy, what do I do?
rain bucket handy offers a clue.
Mouse caught in sticky trap
Immersed, a quickie wrap.
One jerk, and blitzkrieg, his Waterloo
Gotta get the kinks out of his keyboard
warm up well before he performs
Like a fencer plays with the tip of his sword
sets his fingers to fly like a unicorn ...
Ah, but that's simple: it’s a pianist, you say
poets don’t speed along their way
Consider this, though, my newfound friend ~
poets race their thoughts as they round the bend
the more simple things are the better
I don’t dare to dream beyond what I can do
It is foolish, craving to capture everything within view.
The world around is wondrously wide, a canvas vast
The more we try to grab, the more into agitation we’re cast.
Keep away from herculean schemes for tomorrow
Instead give today your best for a brighter morrow.
Focus on feasible things, let go, what’s beyond.
Take every step with caution, to simple needs respond.
Rest worthy hermit, betwixt bliss beat’s blink,
poised as we are, awareness self-aware,
no goals to pursue, no objects to link
and thus this world of names and forms outstare.
Just as the vast sky is by no hand steered,
we too remain, a pulsating heartbeat,
who has by free will, in form here appeared,
watching how polarities meet and greet.
The witness who watches is the ego,
creating a subject and an object,
a retrograde step, which we must let go,
to reclaim rapture that rises unchecked.
Impulse of heart is translated by mind ~
Caught in its web, the spider’s in a bind
Two plus two is four
Two plus two plus two is more
Mathematician
THE CALLOUSED HANDS OF EXPERIENCE
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By; Andantino Tirarsela:
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Fare il gradasso
Fare il figo:
Dardelle arie
Strafigasi
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Erotomania
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a longing for creative inspiration
encouragement from
a disappointment
the story goes
a celebrity wished for
inspiration
so he pretended to be a commoner
he meet a woman
who was self described as common
they became friends and
he invited her to a concert
he said he had backstage tickets and
she could bring a friend
they went to the concert hall
there they'd meet he new freind
he called her and told her
he'd be there later
something came up
and he'd show up later
well an hour into the show
he hadn't appeared after intermission
they had given up thinking he'd appear
and then the singer
started to intro his protege'
and when he did the guy walked
out behind his freind and grabbed her hand and took her on stage.
He sang a harmonic song looking her directly in her eye's.
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