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Category: Poetry

Messy Middle

[2026 July DCTB Mindfulness Tip] Here we are in the Messy Middle.No clear beginning of how we arrivedin this most uncomfortable place.No ending in sight. We cannot go back.The past does not existother than in our minds.The future remains unwrittenfilled with hope and despair. Here we arein this mysterious placeof…

Abundance

In a state of lack,we often feel we musttake everythingthat comes our wayand we feel guiltyif we say no. In a state of abundance,we discriminate,feeling gratefulfor every gift,embracingonly those opportunitieswhich move ustowards our higher goal. We understandwe are Infiniteexperiencing the finite. To be notified of new blog posts, please join…

Peace Within

[Dharma Center Monthly Mindfulness Tip – March 2022] External peace is as fragile as flower.Through force and threat and shameTension is createdAnd we call it peace.Like a blossomStanding strong againstWind and rainThe tension holds spaceFor the internal struggle.But eventually the petals rip apartAnd cannot be put back together. Anger and…

The World Died

The world died But we didn’t notice Filled with denial  We took a forced vacation Escaping the horror story of the 24 hour news channels We binge watched videos on YouTube and Netflix And buried our heads In the drama of Facebook and the Twitterverse The entire population entertained and…

Relief

What a relief to know I am no one special What a relief to know I am exactly where I need to be What a relief to know I am a small yet vital cog   in the machinery of Life    as the dance of LightWhat a relief to know I…

Tears of Love

Into this pain, I take the pain of all others. Into this sorrow, I take the sorrow of all others. With tears of love I let this pain and sorrow burn through every dark corner, illuminating every shadow. My heart cracks as anger and hate attempt to swallow the pain…

Tantrika

O, to be a pratyeka-buddha Dissolved in private nirvana At peace as an eternal student of the Buddha But I know this Enlightenment is not mine. I see the endless game of samsara How could I ignore the cries of those who suffer from delusion? Jumping in with both feet,…