~Zen Mountain~

[My Erotic Tale]

You are a STAR?
I wished upon you from afar.
There you are!
A bright light in my night.
literary bright
bringing dreams to light.
like a Star~

 

[My Erotic Tale]

the grass is wet
yet there has been no rain
I heard no thunder
during the nights stay
yet this morn I walk the grass
and all is wet and drying fast
the earth sweats during the night
just can't figure this wetness outside

 

[My Erotic Tale]

The River Nymoh

swims in swarms
seductive youth
to make a man warm

long haired beautys
full of life and play
summer sex swelters in their days

sprinkle nature
in it's pourest form
to catch a river nymph
then magic is born

 

[My Erotic Tale]

ZMP~ Ray of Sunshine

a beam of joy
you seem to be
shining down oin me

shedding light
and radiant warmth
seperated through the trees

filtering the sun's
ultra-violet rays
clouds that shield and rise

that flare a sight
of a sun beam light
engulfed in rays of sunshine

 

[RhymeFairy]

ZMP~ Ray of Sunshine

a beam of joy
you seem to be
shining down oin me

shedding light
and radiant warmth
seperated through the trees

filtering the sun's
ultra-violet rays
clouds that shield and rise

that flare a sight
of a sun beam light
engulfed in rays of sunshine

aww
This is sweet and romantic Art
.. I like it ~

Cute.

I think when I grow up,
I wanna be a poet
... just like you !!

hehehehehe

 

[My Erotic Tale]

A Moon Rose ~ a poet's song

The Full Moon shined in metaphoric glow
walking in the darkness that we all know
caught between home
and where we roam
all alone.

Feeling the moment you jot down some words
scrabble ear blured ...mumbles 'absurd'

"Crickets sing under a full hung Moon,
give me life,
then give me a room.

Bull frogs bellow with a tenor ear
give me supper
and a good cigar.

The Moon is a flower blooming
each night above
lunacy boiled in blood

Full Moon over me light my way
cradled till morning
when comes the day."

The Poet stood looking
after sounding out the prose
at the moon over head
the night sky 'Rose'

Your words broke the night's silence
and becon'd the dogs to howelling.
causing the cats to scream
as they quickly leave
on the next breeze

A man at his window was staring at the moon
he too found favor in the night glow
but, "You Prose...
you off your meter?"
shutting the window
and out went his light.

You find strength in his words
to know that all have a say
dogs bark
bark
barking away

You walk a little further down this dark road
stop for a moment and listened
to the lunar prose
the nights
light glows

destiny rides on the power of one's toes
walking
watching
a Moon rose​

 

[My Erotic Tale]

lost in the allure of life
thought~

 

[My Erotic Tale]

ZMP~ nothing

nothing is not now
for there is the crowd
the sun and warmth
not the dark and cold form
I see the trees
past them the seas
one day my feelings
will be relieved

like leaves that fly
and water that rise
movement of something
looking at nothing
seeing it all
leaves that fall
hawks shrilling call
face plastered in awe

it maybe nothing
to be something
then one day be...
nothing at all.

 

[quasar]

ZMP~ nothing

nothing is not now
for there is the crowd
the sun and warmth
not the dark and cold form
I see the trees
past them the seas
one day my feelings
will be relieved

like leaves that fly
and water that rise
movement of something
looking at nothing
seeing it all
leaves that fall
hawks shrilling call
face plastered in awe

it maybe nothing
to be something
then one day be...
nothing at all.

Zen; the state of no mind,
among everything
till there is nothing.

a motivational read!

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

September in Alaska

snow falls,
like thoughts,
coating the ground today,
and gone tomorrow.

October in Alaska

Snow falls,
upon snow
upon snow,
building illusion
upon illusion.

November in Alaska

Snow falls,
the world is white,
yet not white,
the ground is there,
yet not there,
like original mind.

pray for snow

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Zen; the state of no mind,
among everything
till there is nothing.

a motivational read!

Thank you quasar!

hello Sabina~

 

[My Erotic Tale]

ZMP~ the brightest flower

there is a patch
of yellow flowers
then there is one
that truely towers

it is bright red
long and tall
standing above
the flowers small

a yellow patch
is in the field
one red dot
to highly reveal

hundreds make
yellow every where
red pedals rise
the brightest flower

 

[My Erotic Tale]

moon beams
rays of sunshine
sparkling water
diamonds in the night sky
gold in the morning sun
silver in a sliver of the moon
pure white snow capped mountins
soft beaches
lazy surf curls
laying in the arms of a girl

 

[bluerains]

moon beams
rays of sunshine
sparkling water
diamonds in the night sky
gold in the morning sun
silver in a sliver of the moon
pure white snow capped mountins
soft beaches
lazy surf curls
laying in the arms of a girl

seems you and Q are on the same wave length...
bejeweled in moonbeams
pearly sky winks at the night
his milky way moans

 

[bluerains]

secret of the golden flower...

THE PRIMORDIAL SPIRIT AND THE CONSCIOUS SPIRIT

Master Lu Tzu said: In comparison with Heaven and earth, man is like a mayfly. But compared to the Great Meaning, Heaven and earth, too, are like a bubble and a shadow. Only the primordial spirit and the true essence overcome time and space.

The power of the seed, like Heaven and earth, is subject to mortality, but the primordial spirit is beyond the polar differences. Here is the place whence Heaven and Earth derive their being. When students understand how to grasp the primordial spirit, they overcome the polar opposites of Light and darkness and tarry no longer in the three worlds. But only he who has looked on essence in its original manifestation is able to do this.

When men are set free from the womb the primordial spirit dwells in the square inch (between the eyes), but the conscious spirit dwells below in the heart. This lower fleshly heart has the shape of a large peach: it is covered by the wings of the lungs, supported by the liver, and served by the bowels. This heart is dependent on the outside world. If a man does not eat for one day even, it feels extremely uncomfortable. If it hears something terrifying it throbs; if it hears something enraging it stops; if its is faced with death it becomes sad; if it sees something beautiful it is dazzled. But the Heavenly Heart in the head, when would it have been in the leased moved? Dost thou ask: Can the Heavenly Heart not be moved? Then I answer: How could the true thought in the square inch be moved? If it really moves, it is not well. For when ordinary men die, then it moves, but that is not good. It is best indeed if the Light has already fortified itself in a spirit body and its life force gradually penetrated the instincts and movements. But that is a secret which has not been revealed for thousands of years.

The lower heart moves like a strong, powerful commander who despises the Heavenly ruler because of his weakness, and has seized for himself the leadership of the affairs of state. But when the primordial castle can be fortified and defended, then it is as if a strong and wise ruler sat upon the throne. The two eyes start the Light circulating like two ministers at the right and left who support the ruler with all their might. When the ruler in the center is thus in order, all those rebellious heroes will present themselves with lances reversed ready to take orders.

The way to the Elixir of life recognizes as supreme magic, seed-water, spirit-fire, and thought-earth; these three. What is seed-water? It is the true, one power (eros) of former Heaven. Spirit-fire is the Light (logos). Thought-earth is the Heavenly Heart of the middle house (intuition). Spirit-fire is used for effecting, thought-earth for substance, and seed-water for the foundation. Ordinary men make their bodies through thoughts. The body is not only the 7 ft. tall outer body. In the body is the anima. The anima, having produced consciousness, adheres to it. Consciousness depends for its origin on the anima. The anima is feminine, the substance of consciousness. As long as this consciousness is not interrupted, it continues to beget from generation to generation, and the changes of form of the anima and the transformations of substance are unceasing.

But, besides this, there is the animus in which the spirit shelters. The animus lives in the daytime in the eyes; at night it houses in the liver. When living in the eyes, it sees; when housing itself in the liver, it dreams. Dreams are the wanderings of the spirit through all nine Heavens and all the nine earths. But whoever is dull and moody on waking, and chained to his bodily form, is fettered by the anima. Therefore the concentration of the animus is effected by the circulation of the Light, and in this way the spirit is protected, the anima subjected, and consciousness is annulled. The method used by the ancients for escaping from the world consisted in burning out completely the slag of darkness in order to return to the purely creative. This is nothing more than a reduction of the anima and a bringing to perfection of the animus. And the circulation of the Light is the magical means of limiting the dark powers and gaining mastery of the anima. Even if the work is not directed toward bringing back the creative, but confines itself to the magical means of the circulation, one returns to the creative, If this method is followed, plenty of seed-water will be present of itself; the spirit-fire will be ignited, and the thought-earth will solidify and crystallize. And thus can the holy fruit mature. The scarab rolls his ball and in the ball there develops life as the effect of the undivided effort of his spiritual concentration. If now and embryo can grow in manure, and shed its skin, why should not the dwelling place of our Heavenly Heart also be able to create a body if we concentrate the spirit upon it?

The one effective, true essence (logos united with life), when it descends into the house of the creative, divides into animus and anima. The animus is in the Heavenly Heart. It is of the nature of light; it is the power of lightness and purity. It is that which we have received from the great emptiness, that which has form from the very beginning. The anima partakes of the nature of darkness. It is the power of the heavy and the turbid; it is bound to the bodily, fleshly heart. The animus loves life. The anima seeks death. All sensuous pleasures and impulses to anger are effects of the anima; it is the conscious spirit which after death is nourished on blood, but which, during life, is in direst need. Darkness returns to darkness and like things attract each other. But the pupil understands how to distill the dark anima so that it transforms itself into Light.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

EXCELLENT BLUE~

kicks the thought process in the ....motivation dept.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

ZMP~ burn off

The morning sun
burns off
the morning dew

like thoughts I have
burned off
by seeing you

 

[Jennifer C]

A priest was in charge of the garden within a famous Zen temple. He had been given the job because he loved the flowers, shrubs, and trees. Next to the temple there was another, smaller temple where there lived a very old Zen master. One day, when the priest was expecting some special guests, he took extra care in tending to the garden. He pulled the weeds, trimmed the shrubs, combed the moss, and spent a long time meticulously raking up and carefully arranging all the dry autumn leaves. As he worked, the old master watched him with interest from across the wall that separated the temples.

When he had finished, the priest stood back to admire his work. "Isn't it beautiful," he called out to the old master. "Yes," replied the old man, "but there is something missing. Help me over this wall and I'll put it right for you."

After hesitating, the priest lifted the old fellow over and set him down. Slowly, the master walked to the tree near the center of the garden, grabbed it by the trunk, and shook it. Leaves showered down all over the garden. "There," said the old man, "you can put me back now."

 

[My Erotic Tale]

A priest was in charge of the garden within a famous Zen temple. He had been given the job because he loved the flowers, shrubs, and trees. Next to the temple there was another, smaller temple where there lived a very old Zen master. One day, when the priest was expecting some special guests, he took extra care in tending to the garden. He pulled the weeds, trimmed the shrubs, combed the moss, and spent a long time meticulously raking up and carefully arranging all the dry autumn leaves. As he worked, the old master watched him with interest from across the wall that separated the temples.

When he had finished, the priest stood back to admire his work. "Isn't it beautiful," he called out to the old master. "Yes," replied the old man, "but there is something missing. Help me over this wall and I'll put it right for you."

After hesitating, the priest lifted the old fellow over and set him down. Slowly, the master walked to the tree near the center of the garden, grabbed it by the trunk, and shook it. Leaves showered down all over the garden. "There," said the old man, "you can put me back now."

woohoo...JC is back...
nice tail JC...and nice tale <grin>

 

[My Erotic Tale]

ZMP~ I saw an eagle fly


effortless glide
across blue skies

hear the eagle cry

wings spread out
heading south

on freedom's route

flying
drifting
soaring
gliding away


I heard him call
it was shrilling and raw

the Eagle I saw

Majestic flare
a sight that's rare

watching the Eagle there

flying
drifting
soaring
gliding away


I recall the Eagle's ride
the day; I saw an Eagle fly

 

[My Erotic Tale]

how can you see the mountain
when your nose is in the sand
how can you see the lake
with your focuss in your hand

How can you grasp
the beauty of the world
if your thoughts are caught
looking for a pearl


\When you look around
it is to find another focus
unaware of the up coming
dangerous locusts

is there beauty
in creating devastation
I find your soul
loves self masterbation

 

[Jennifer C]

woohoo...JC is back...
nice tail JC...and nice tale <grin>

lol thanks hun ~

I've missed your poetry, it's lovely to be back and read your inspiring writes again.

Love your work babe

 

[My Erotic Tale]

lol thanks hun ~

I've missed your poetry, it's lovely to be back and read your inspiring writes again.

Love your work babe

thank you JC...

I am back from my BIRTHDAY get together with MOM
I got a candle, a cake and an expensive Cigar <grin>
that I am about to curl up into...

bending over <smile>

 

[bluerains]

spankin in order...yes it is...

http://www.riversongs.com/flas1/spanking.html

 

[My Erotic Tale]

http://www.riversongs.com/flas1/spanking.html

Thanks blue...

riversongs...dang that is inspirational (~_*)

I feel a poem brewing here <grin>
bending over with a smile and gritting my teeth.


wait....wait...I just did a "our love is like a river" poem and got spat for it...
oh well 'what the hell' slaps in life just means your still alive <grin>

thanks blue