~Zen Mountain~

[vampiredust]

A Winter Scene

The tree hangs motionless
in the picture

not even silence
can move it

 

[My Erotic Trail]

The tree hangs motionless
in the picture

not even silence
can move it

perfect zen poetry, thanks vamp

 

[My Erotic Trail]

bathing in a new day
the dew drops play

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Have you hugged your mother today?
or kissed your child?
or petted the dog while feeding the cat
perhaps your more prone to rats.

Did you extend a hand
or clinch a fist instead
to shake with another
or turn up a nose

Did you look in the water
and see the blue you
in rippled time
or was it a mirror above a vanity
and combing your hair?

When you awoke and got out of bed
scratching your head
did you put on a t-shirt
saying peace and love
or boxer shorts with sparring gloves?

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Vibrant feathers ripple in the wind
over tree tops reaching for the sun
it shrills a call across the meadow
A Hawk warning that it will come

Grain dances in a breezey song
Timber towers in pillars like a wall
forest shadows between each one
folded wings cup for a diving fall

a small tail trails a retreating run
natures unwritten fate and outcome
ahead of the wind a Hawk's attempt
to capture a meal or to have none

a shadow glides as the Hawk passes
like the wind across the meadow grasses

(working on it)

 

[quasar]

Distant as a star
I are

Quasar

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Distant as a star
I are

Quasar

there you are!

Thanks Q~

 

[My Erotic Trail]

blonde flowers
arise over the green grass of envy
tree's bark
reaching out it's limbs
as the sun
in it's stillness
rises

 

[My Erotic Trail]

zmp~ a tree


Thick roots exposed
toes disolving into soil
perched atop
a wide waisteline
trunk, aged scared bark skin

split, divides, multiplys
rises and gnarls
stout limbs branch
twist and turn
into fine hair line twigs

fingerlings
touch the sun
in leafless winter
naked to the world
a tree

 

[My Erotic Trail]

humble cobble
in stepping time
rolls away
in the wake

a grass screams
crushed
in passing

the water parts
and regroups again
absorbant

crystal sparkles
burning sand
tracks that trail
steps of a man

 

[My Erotic Trail]

there is a star
to the right of the moon
following the night
as day starts to dawn
soon the star
will be gone

 

[My Erotic Trail]

seed is planted in a thought
when love starts to bloom
embraced are two
whoms seed brings a new

a seed sprouts and grows
fairy tale love they are told
of happiness being with another
love comes to flower

a seed is sown
another grown
love will find them
another seed's stem

 

[My Erotic Trail]

youth is worn
in a minds
non-thought

while wrinkles
enhance aged scars

To awaken
in a moment
to recall your past
and not remember it
fully

running until
you can swim no more
in the dance of life

 

[My Erotic Trail]

The Harmony of Art

Stopping to smell the sunshine
tasting a rose bud for breakfast
touching the multiple earthly worlds
in brushing feather finger strokes

the panaramic portrait of life
centered around me
casts emotions wildly
the harmony of Art

 

[My Erotic Trail]

there came the dawn
I yawn
stretch into a day

reflecting light rays
shimmer through a window
drawing me to it

open the doors
open the windows
open my heart
to the birds songs
and the dew dying

a hawk calls from the back yard
reminding the cat to hide
as I sit and stare
at the window this morn

 

[My Erotic Trail]

my fires burn
enlightenment
in many places

to illuminate
the temple
of my mind.

 

[wildsweetone]

zen mountain

sunlight on snow
melts into an endless ocean





'endless ocean' belongs to jthserra

 

[My Erotic Trail]

sunlight on snow
melts into an endless ocean





'endless ocean' belongs to jthserra

WOW! I like that (0_0)

(not sure what you mean jim's words, I have seen the words 'endless ocean' many times, are you saying those lines inspired your thoughts? cause that is a great classic poem.)

 

[wildsweetone]

WOW! I like that (0_0)

(not sure what you mean jim's words, I have seen the words 'endless ocean' many times, are you saying those lines inspired your thoughts? cause that is a great classic poem.)

'endless ocean' comes from one of his Lit poems and i simply can't get it out of my mind...

i sat on Mt Ruapehu (a mountain in the middle of the North Island, NZ) a few years ago and had an incredible experience. when i thought about that experience this morning and wondered if i could Haiku the feeling, that was what i came up with.

i was very high up, sitting on a rock that was almost level with the snow. i looked out beyond the end of my feet and the snow seemed to be connected to the blue sky. i wont go into more detail than that, but maybe you can tell it was a very insightful time. *smile*

 

[My Erotic Trail]

'endless ocean' comes from one of his Lit poems and i simply can't get it out of my mind...

i sat on Mt Ruapehu (a mountain in the middle of the North Island, NZ) a few years ago and had an incredible experience. when i thought about that experience this morning and wondered if i could Haiku the feeling, that was what i came up with.

i was very high up, sitting on a rock that was almost level with the snow. i looked out beyond the end of my feet and the snow seemed to be connected to the blue sky. i wont go into more detail than that, but maybe you can tell it was a very insightful time. *smile*

indeed! and an excellent poem (~_*) true Haiku

 

[wildsweetone]

indeed! and an excellent poem (~_*) true Haiku

thank you

 

[My Erotic Trail]

find a home
within your heart and mind
live happily everafter

 

[wildsweetone]

zen mountain


.
.
.
mountain mists -
a chance to breathe
the clouds
.
.
.

 

[RhymeFairy]

my fires burn
enlightenment
in many places

to illuminate
the temple
of my mind.

illumination transcends
down the mountain
of my mind,
spreading flowers of hope
covering the ground with love
from within.
growing from seeds
of passion, throbbing through
veins and roots, sprouting
again ... again.

 

[bluerains]

illumination transcends
down the mountain
of my mind,
spreading flowers of hope
covering the ground with love
from within.
growing from seeds
of passion, throbbing through
veins and roots, sprouting
again ... again.

"It dives in shallows for beakfuls of moss, heads to sandy isles to preen its feathers. It was ready to fly off all by itself, then found its reflection and lingered."
- Xie Tiao