Meditation Poem Series: #77

I am definitely running out of steam, but grateful for the practice of sitting. I sat today in the morning. I feel like I am coming out of a minor depressive period. Grateful I am more aware than I used to be, and caring for myself with more patience and love. I’ve also been practicing metta when I drive, starting with loving-kindess for myself and the other drivers around me. 🙂

Meditation Poem #77
deep compassions rises
out of my heart
love for all beings

Meditation Poem Series: #76

I didn’t get to write this yesterday, but I did 20 minutes of guided meditation in a group setting. I appreciate guided meditation, but I find that it’s less distracting for me to have complete silence. But as anyone whose ever tried to sit, it’s never totally silent. Even the quietest places have some form of sound…not even mentioning the metaphorical noise of one’s mind.

Meditation Poem #76
silence is golden
inner silence
comes for those that wait

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: