posted July 22, 2017 06:03 PM            

Ribbons of smoke rising
seen through slitted eyes
splitting soundlessly, tearing seamlessly
their gray-silver transparence
incense ghosts lines wandering heavenward
folding in and out
mobius strips revolving
around the whimsy of space and time
making their own paths
away from my steps
into my quiet breaths

posted July 25, 2017 07:31 PM            

Thanks for reading.

posted July 25, 2017 09:16 PM            

Next time I'm at my metaphysical shop, I'll go sniff the Jasmine incense sticks so I get the full sensory-effects here.

Maybe!.. I'll even get a stick, and burn it WHILE I read your poem??

posted July 26, 2017 07:30 PM            

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Originally posted by mirage29:
Why do you use Jasmine?

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My choice of incense is based on either an intuitive feel for which one resonates, or I will literally do a muscle response test of those in my collection (Gonsesh #6, Jasmine, Dragon's Blood, Sandalwood, etc). When I did that recently Jasmine was the strongest.

Jasmine, Sandalwood, and Gonesh #6 are the ones that most often benefit me. #6 is a blend of Jasmine and Sandalwood.

There's a noticeable difference with the incense that works for you. It will help you enter an altered state of focus a lot more easily. Both Jasmine and Sandalwood are very sweet, soothing.

Now Frankincense is really good for people who have trouble focusing. So if you a bit ADD/hyper, try it.

Thanks for the 'wows' Randall

posted July 27, 2017 09:20 PM            

Glad you've joined us.

posted July 29, 2017 05:30 PM            

Walking ever so slowly
like sneaking up on the future
like sneaking up on peace
like sneaking up on myself.

How slow can I go?
as slow as my breathing does
This is how I slow down the time I cannot waste on mania, neurosis, fear.

Sneaking up on the future
sneaking up on peace
sneaking up on the self I don't yet know I am.

posted July 30, 2017 09:36 PM            

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Originally posted by Kannon McAfee:
I meditate because ...
the more I meditate the happier I am
I meditate because it creates peace
which creates more happiness
which creates more love.
All that from just sitting.
All that from just walking.
All this from doing nothing.

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posted August 01, 2017 11:25 AM            

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Originally posted by Kannon McAfee:
[b]A Poem About Walking Meditation

Walking ever so slowly
like sneaking up on the future
like sneaking up on peace
like sneaking up on myself.

How slow can I go?
as slow as my breathing does
This is how I slow down the time I cannot waste on mania, neurosis, fear.

Sneaking up on the future
sneaking up on peace
sneaking up on the self I don't yet know I am.

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The nature of walking is so self-reflective, this is beautiful.

posted August 01, 2017 01:45 PM            

How I go to the woods

Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.
~Mary Oliver

posted August 01, 2017 04:57 PM            

Nine drunken monkeys showed up for class
learned and literate, they chattered about
all the ambitions and insights they had.
They had one job: count to nine while
walking calmly, quietly,
but they chattered on about all they'd learned;
chattering at each other,
at the walls,
at the air,
doodling pictures and pointing,
grasping at straws for sucking at the air,
for blowing paper thought darts at teacher.
I patiently persist day after day.
For all the learning and ideas are useless
if consciousness remains uncoordinated.

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* "Drunken monkeys" is a term used in Zen to described the chattering of the deliberative mind and its thought streams.

posted August 02, 2017 09:17 AM            

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Originally posted by Kannon McAfee:
[b]Drunken Monkeys*

Nine drunken monkeys showed up for class
learned and literate, they chattered about
all the ambitions and insights they had.
They had one job: count to nine while
walking calmly, quietly,
but they chattered on about all they'd learned;
chattering at each other,
at the walls,
at the air,
doodling pictures and pointing,
grasping at straws for sucking at the air,
for blowing paper thought darts at teacher.
I patiently persist day after day.
For all the learning and ideas are useless
if consciousness remains uncoordinated.

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* "Drunken monkeys" is a term used in Zen to described the chattering of the deliberative mind and its thought streams.

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