Hello!
I would like to open this space where we can share poems or small pieces of fiction / non-fiction.
To start up, I hope you enjoy this simple yet beautiful poem I found today.
Please remember to source!
"There is more that connects us
Than divides us
Our pain is mutual
Our anger is mutual
We are humans
We make mistakes
We learn, we love
We fall, we fail
We are stupid
We are complicated
We are what we are
We are what we can be."
(Phanindra, 2020)
https://ksmphanindra.wordpress.com/2020/07/07/we-are-humans/comment-page-1/#comment-3155
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We tried reasoning
our way to Him:
it did not work;
but the moment we gave up,
no obstacle remained.
My friend, everything existing
exists through him;
your own existence is a mere pretense.
No more nonsense! Lose yourself,
and the hell of your heart becomes a heaven.
Lose yourself, and anything can be accomplished.
Your selfishness is an untrained colt.
Melt yourself down in his search:
venture your life and your soul
in the path of sincerity;
strive to pass from nothingness to being,
and make yourself drunk with the wine of God.
— Hakim Sanai, the Hadiqa: The Walled Garden of Truth
@Kerome , qué bonito! (How beautiful!)
Let's take it to Japan now. !
Suddenly
far in the distance
an image floats up
and the person speaking beside me
is forgotten
not shunning
those who were unfeeling
as stone,
not fleeing from those like fire, that’s the path I have traveled
like water flowing—
so naturally, unthinkingly, did I
become a wife
become a mother
and now my regrets overflow
like the breeze
blowing across the cut reeds
the voice
of one I love wafts through my black hair
Yazawa Koko, Kaete (Cocksomb) 1910
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
— Jalaluddin Rumi
There have been a few other poetry threads, I thought it might be nice to collect a few...
https://newbuddhist.com/discussion/26125/poem-for-the-day https://newbuddhist.com/discussion/24963/a-thread-of-poems
https://newbuddhist.com/discussion/24550/poetry-thread
https://newbuddhist.com/discussion/18679/share-your-poetry
https://newbuddhist.com/discussion/18161/poems
https://newbuddhist.com/discussion/10631/poems-by-rumi
And let's not omit
https://newbuddhist.com/discussion/24747/haiku/p1
https://newbuddhist.com/discussion/25871/three-haikus
Love this...
AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN FIVE CHAPTERS
I
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost … I am hopeless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
II
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I'm in the same place.
But it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
III
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
IV
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
V
I walk down another street.
Portia Nelson