Meditation Poem Series: #73

I was able to sit yesterday with my meditation group, I actually lead the guided meditation on breath and body. It seems strange how much of my life I live without being fully present in my body, and open to all the physical sensations I experience.

Meditation Poems #73
am I my thoughts?
am I my breath?
infinite nothingness

Meditation Poem Series: #71

Meditation Poems #71

the wind dances on my face
my heart flutters alive


I wrote this poem yesterday, while on a work retreat at Richmond Hill. We had the morning of silence, so I got to sit outside on a warm day and breathe. Richmond Hill was once a Catholic Monastery of the Sisters of the Visitation, but now an ecumenical community that is open for retreats and classes. The grounds are quite beautiful. If you want the full history of the place, go to:


Meditation Poem Series: #69

Making time to sit has been a struggle, but here I am still. For anyone who is trying to get into a regular meditation practice, or has a regular practice, I wish you well on this journey. May loving-kindness surround us all as we practice.

Meditation Poem #69
no more illusions
no wallowing in delusion
shattered by freedom