MYSTICAL POEMS: “Primordial Pool of Silence” by Mystic Meandering

Primordial Pool of Silence…   Days unfold like rushing waterfalls. Nights I welcome the silence; just sitting, just being, allowing the flow of the day to come to the edge and gently fall away… A smooth, sliding movement finding its own rhythm empties out the eddies of life… Letting go of trying, trying to make…

MYSTICAL POEMS: “Am I not Here?”

Am I not Here? When I would sit to “meditate”, When I would strive to do, Or refrain from doing, The Beloved would whisper… What are you doing? Am I not here? Where would you go to find me, My Beloved, My own? What would you do to gain my Love, Which is now, has…

POEMS: “The Central Calm” by Edward Carpenter

“The Central Calm” Drawing back for a moment from Time, and its superficial claims and conclusions, Realising for a moment the artistic nature of the utterance of the Universe: That all is for expression, and that for this end commencement and finale, first evolved and latest evolved, are equally important; That Progress is a word…

A quote from “A Course in Miracles” (about going within)

There is a silence into which the world cannot intrude. There is an ancient peace you carry in your heart and have not lost. Lay down your arms and come without defense into the quiet place where Heaven’s peace holds all things still at last. Lay down all thoughts of danger and of fear. As…

“Subtle Truth” – by Lao Tzu

Why scurry about looking for the truth?
It vibrates in every thing and every not-thing,
right off the tip of your nose. Can you be still and see it
in the mountain? the pine tree? yourself?

NATURE POEMS: “The Lake of Beauty” by Edward Carpenter

“The Lake of Beauty” Let your mind be quiet, realising the beauty of the world, and the immense, the boundless treasures that it holds in store. All that you have within you, all that your heart desires, all that your Nature so specially fits you for — that or the counterpart of it waits embedded…

ZEN POEMS: “Still water” by Chuang Tzu

“Still water”   The non-action of the wise man is not inaction. It is not studied.  It is not shaken by anything. The sage is quiet because he is not moved, Not because he wills to be quiet. Still water is like glass. You can look in it and see the bristles on your chin. It…

POEMS: “Traveller: stop a moment (from Anamnesis)”

“Traveller: stop a moment (from Anamnesis)”   Traveller: stop a moment. It is time to stop time, to step inside. Come into this house of quiet and let it take your mind. Can you ? The hardest thing. To stop thinking. So you can start really seeing and enter the silent mind that waits in…