Wanwu - Octpowrimo 2018 #3

Thoughts scatter
Like leaves in Autumn winds
Pain rises
Remember
Breathing
Ten thousand things
All
Flowing like a river down the mountainside
Rushing
I am a rock
In the river
Flowing
Over
Around
Through
A part

- Octpowrimo 2018 #3

Taiji - Octpowrimo 2018 #2

Taiji

Breathing
     In
         Begins
              Contraction
Breathing
      Out
          Expansion
I am
     All Life
All Life
     I am
Darkness
     Becomes Light
Light
     Becomes Darkness
One
     Becomes Two
Two
     Becomes Whole

Breathing

Rhythm

- Octboer 2, 2018

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Wuji - Octpowrimo 2018 #1

Wuji

Still
All falls,
drains, seeps
into the depths
One
Unity
All
Rises Before Time
After Time
Now
Void
All Light
All Darkness
Still
Before Sound
After Sound
Now
Still
- October 1, 2018
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OctPoWrimo 2018 Planning

I am co-opting this blog a bit. I learned about October Poetry Writing Month from Pillowfort. 
It's been a good long while since I sat down and wrote poetry. I have a few poems scribbled here and there but this is a good opportunity for me to focus on poetry for a month at least.

Planning is not really a skill I own. But, I realize I needed some direction to take that first step. After some contemplation, I decided I will write these poems with a focus on my Qigong and Mindfulness experiences. A little verse of Tao so to speak. I also seem to need some sort of goal to help me keep my commitment. So, I'll publish these poems in an e-book.

There - said it so now I need to do it.

Point, focus, CLICK!

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Easter Moon

Big, round, full Easter moon glows like a fresh eggs in the nest of bare tree branches. A reflective illusion making something so lifeless appear alive.Even in death there is life.

Blessings of light in the cold dark night. Winds from a far off sun. Ghostly ribbons dancing their ancestral dance between earth and stars. Like to the call of the pipes I dream of home.