It's amazing how we so often think we feel what we touch
Seeking to know by experiences
Amazed by thoughts
Of experiences
A. Mendoza, 2014
A. Mendoza, 2014
6/06/2014
Amazing
It's amazing how we so often think we feel what we touch
Seeking to know by experiences
Amazed by thoughts
Of experiences
A. Mendoza, 2014
A. Mendoza, 2014
Winter Water and Light
#poetry #writing #words #thought #light #water #light
Winter Water and Light
rain and flashing nights
gather and sang in winter
quietly alive.
smooth is the rumble
of enormously shaken air
fire has a voice.
alone, each water
finds bare branches of emptiness
and unresolved peace.
alone, then re-pooled again
no longer the pitied streams
filling the lowly.
dark beginnings simmer
loud roarings distant and close
glistening until quiet has arrived.
all that remains
is winter's dark water
together now and pooled once more.
gather and sang in winter
quietly alive.
smooth is the rumble
of enormously shaken air
fire has a voice.
alone, each water
finds bare branches of emptiness
and unresolved peace.
alone, then re-pooled again
no longer the pitied streams
filling the lowly.
dark beginnings simmer
loud roarings distant and close
glistening until quiet has arrived.
all that remains
is winter's dark water
together now and pooled once more.
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This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
Winter Water and Light
#poetry #writing #words #thought #light #water #light
Winter Water and Light
rain and flashing nights
gather and sang in winter
quietly alive.
smooth is the rumble
of enormously shaken air
fire has a voice.
alone, each water
finds bare branches of emptiness
and unresolved peace.
alone, then re-pooled again
no longer the pitied streams
filling the lowly.
dark beginnings simmer
loud roarings distant and close
glistening until quiet has arrived.
all that remains
is winter's dark water
together now and pooled once more.
gather and sang in winter
quietly alive.
smooth is the rumble
of enormously shaken air
fire has a voice.
alone, each water
finds bare branches of emptiness
and unresolved peace.
alone, then re-pooled again
no longer the pitied streams
filling the lowly.
dark beginnings simmer
loud roarings distant and close
glistening until quiet has arrived.
all that remains
is winter's dark water
together now and pooled once more.
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This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
6/03/2014
70 0r 80
70 0r 80
#poetry #poems #writing #aging #thoughts #poetrymeditationthought #meditations
70 0r 80
in the midst of limited time
slipping from night to day
finding only there is night again.
Dreams color the inactive body
witnessing to the eternal sights
and an active body becomes the dream
there is no living without the dream.
The id wanders not at all
the seen is done eyes closed
as well as eyes open.
The id is the shadow
reflecting the light of awareness
not viewed in light, but in the darkness.
For the light deceives
for in the glaring obvious
is little awareness.
To witness is not to know
to see is not to understand
to act is not to move.
Knowing can be the end of wonder
understanding precedes the end of joy
moving destroys stillness required for internal peace.
Seeking peace
waking to dreams
in stillness.
Wonder opens the eyes
something superior in knowledge
an awareness that is the act of living.
Activity finds depth
and there are only 70 or 80 years to find it.
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in the midst of limited time
slipping from night to day
finding only there is night again.
Dreams color the inactive body
witnessing to the eternal sights
and an active body becomes the dream
there is no living without the dream.
The id wanders not at all
the seen is done eyes closed
as well as eyes open.
The id is the shadow
reflecting the light of awareness
not viewed in light, but in the darkness.
For the light deceives
for in the glaring obvious
is little awareness.
To witness is not to know
to see is not to understand
to act is not to move.
Knowing can be the end of wonder
understanding precedes the end of joy
moving destroys stillness required for internal peace.
Seeking peace
waking to dreams
in stillness.
Wonder opens the eyes
something superior in knowledge
an awareness that is the act of living.
Activity finds depth
and there are only 70 or 80 years to find it.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
70 0r 80
70 0r 80
#poetry #poems #writing #aging #thoughts #poetrymeditationthought #meditations
70 0r 80
in the midst of limited time
slipping from night to day
finding only there is night again.
Dreams color the inactive body
witnessing to the eternal sights
and an active body becomes the dream
there is no living without the dream.
The id wanders not at all
the seen is done eyes closed
as well as eyes open.
The id is the shadow
reflecting the light of awareness
not viewed in light, but in the darkness.
For the light deceives
for in the glaring obvious
is little awareness.
To witness is not to know
to see is not to understand
to act is not to move.
Knowing can be the end of wonder
understanding precedes the end of joy
moving destroys stillness required for internal peace.
Seeking peace
waking to dreams
in stillness.
Wonder opens the eyes
something superior in knowledge
an awareness that is the act of living.
Activity finds depth
and there are only 70 or 80 years to find it.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
in the midst of limited time
slipping from night to day
finding only there is night again.
Dreams color the inactive body
witnessing to the eternal sights
and an active body becomes the dream
there is no living without the dream.
The id wanders not at all
the seen is done eyes closed
as well as eyes open.
The id is the shadow
reflecting the light of awareness
not viewed in light, but in the darkness.
For the light deceives
for in the glaring obvious
is little awareness.
To witness is not to know
to see is not to understand
to act is not to move.
Knowing can be the end of wonder
understanding precedes the end of joy
moving destroys stillness required for internal peace.
Seeking peace
waking to dreams
in stillness.
Wonder opens the eyes
something superior in knowledge
an awareness that is the act of living.
Activity finds depth
and there are only 70 or 80 years to find it.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
6/01/2014
Gauze of life
#poetry #meditation #thought #thinking #writing
Gauze of life
Gaze me
see me
view me
for it is I.
I the theme
I the image
I a vision
I as me.
As open finds the sky
As the sky can be opened
As the spaces are apart
As the parts become theme.
Colours internal
not light, not nocturnal
a silent homage
of the coincidental image.
About face the seen
we ourselves screen
looking for the mean
confused by our vision.
I as me.
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Gauze of life
#poetry #meditation #thought #thinking #writing
Gauze of life
Gaze me
see me
view me
for it is I.
I the theme
I the image
I a vision
I as me.
As open finds the sky
As the sky can be opened
As the spaces are apart
As the parts become theme.
Colours internal
not light, not nocturnal
a silent homage
of the coincidental image.
About face the seen
we ourselves screen
looking for the mean
confused by our vision.
I as me.
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WAITING WAITING
 |
waiting waiting
almost
as good
as beauty
as potential
as purpose.
standing alone
in waiting
as if -
in purpose
and use
exists now.
when neither momentarily can.
topped in hat black
covered brown
in slick shell
waiting
standing
showing
not any form of zen
only no purpose
until in usefulness
suddenly becomes
and in becoming
there is the
moment
that is
of
that is
existence.
that for all which is its own purpose
that for which all is self made
that's existence
almost as good
as beauty
is the waiting
waiting waiting
A. Mendoza, 2014
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
WAITING WAITING
|
waiting waiting
almost
as good
as beauty
as potential
as purpose.
standing alone
in waiting
as if -
in purpose
and use
exists now.
when neither momentarily can.
topped in hat black
covered brown
in slick shell
waiting
standing
showing
not any form of zen
only no purpose
until in usefulness
suddenly becomes
and in becoming
there is the
moment
that is
of
that is
existence.
that for all which is its own purpose
that for which all is self made
that's existence
almost as good
as beauty
is the waiting
waiting waiting
A. Mendoza, 2014
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
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