#mindfulness poetry

[imaginationstimulation]

Lost | by David Wagoner

from Traveling Light: Collected and New Poems

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes behind you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes. Listen. It answers, I have made this place around you. If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here. No two trees are the same to the Raven. No two branches are the same to the Wren. If what a tree or a branch does is lost on you, You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows Where you are. You must let it find you.

[niggadiffusion]

"Reflections in the Quiet"

In the hush between moments, I linger,

where shadows stretch long and truth feels thicker.

The mirror don’t lie, but the mind? It twists,

bending light through cracks where memory drifts.

I catch glimpses of a younger me,

eyes burning with dreams too wild to see.

Fists clenched against time, chasing the sun,

yet running from storms I couldn’t outrun.

What’s the weight of a soul when stripped to the bone?

When the noise dies down and you’re truly alone.

No applause, no likes, no eyes to impress—

just the echo of choices I tried to suppress.

I’ve been both villain and the one who forgives,

a ghost in my past and the fire that lives.

I’ve loved with abandon and shattered my heart,

then stitched it with words, a makeshift art.

Growth ain’t linear; it's jagged and raw,

cutting through ego, exposing the flaw.

But in that bleeding, there’s something divine,

the beauty of breaking and learning to climb.

So I breathe in this stillness, let judgment dissolve,

a puzzle in pieces, still learning to evolve.

And if tomorrow I stumble, that’s part of the song—

the rhythm of falling, then moving along.

[en--tropy]

[compassionmattersmost]

Poem: The Lightness of Letting Go

We chase the air and call it solid ground,A path to walk, yet never to be found.Enlightenment, it dances in the breeze,A dream we seek, but slips with gentle ease. Like floaters in the eye, it drifts away,Each time we think we’ve found it for a day.And angels laugh, for they can take to flight,By knowing not to hold their burden tight. The mind’s a joke, it tries to make its stand,While life…

[trickstersaint]

i want to introduce you all to a project that is very close to my heart... or lack of one. anyway. for anyone who has ever wanted to play a poem. i'd like you to meet aromanticism

(link opens itch.io - she'll run on html in your browser! please be nice to her!)

[mymercyprevailss]

[throughtheeyesofmeblog]

Your goal isn't to fix your past, it's to make your future as bright, positive, and amazing as possible.

[mftulin]

One Precious Cookie - Poem by Mark Tulin

A poem about mindfulness and a tribute to Thich Nhat Hanh. One Precious Cookie was first published by Vita Brevis.    One Precious Cookie by Mark Tulin Brother Thay hands me an oatmeal cookie and tells me to eat it slowly, savor each bite because it is more than just a cookie; it is a beautiful experience I���m about to undertake. He stops me before taking a hasty bite; implores me to look at…

[tamsoj]

Robert Bly, "Depression," from A Mind Apart: Poems of Melancholy, Madness, and Addiction

[thoughts-left-unspoke]

[heynhay]

pkmn

[the-muppet-joker]

Clocked in, Cock out!

[egophiliac]

do skully have pokemon?

Pumpkaboo is the obvious one, but y'know, sometimes the obvious one is the right one! (we'll say SUPER SIZE Pumpkaboo, just for fun. big pumpkin for big skeleton boy.) and another person actually also suggested Greavard, which I somehow hadn't considered, but feels so perfect that I feel like I should have. dangit.

(they can also have little Nightmare Suit costumes :D)

[en--tropy]

[thehopefulquotes]

I know what it’s like to be afraid of your own mind.

Dr Reid’s/ Criminal Minds