Tag: meditation

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 3, 20207:04 am

Desert Mantra

Desert is my mantra
Distractions few
But for the wind that is breath
Breathing slowly, deeply

Patience is the desert
Eons shaped it
Storms come and go
Then desert returns to itself

Desert surprises
Not always hard sun and heat
Comfortable in the cold grey
Vivid hues follow a spring rain

Lifeless seems the desert
Lively to those who choose to see
Quiet in harmonious balance
Patient, resilient, and supple

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 1, 202012:31 pm

Rocky Coast Wide, Oregon Coast Highway, Oregon, United States of America

Breathing the Sea ~ NaPoWriMo 2020

Sometimes, all I want is the sea

The surf
The gulls
The sand
The wind
The sky

The emptiness of a beyond
Reaching further
Than the distant horizon

But there is no such sea here

So when I want the sea
I draw a slow, very deep
Breath in

Close my eyes
And release
Slowly
The breath
And my presence
Here
Now

Release my presence
Begin to breathe deeply

I listen for the waves
And hear them

In time with my breath

I listen for the gulls
And hear them

My thoughts glide away on their wing

I scrunch my toes in the sand beneath my feet
And feel it between them

Grounded, solid as the Earth

I open my chest to the wind
And it washes over my body

Filling my lungs, my being with life

I raise myself up to the sky
And bask in the warm sunlight

It feeds the light within

I am transported there
To the shore of the sea

I release
All that is not this moment
Let it take wing
Like the gulls

Watch this flock of attachments
Fly beyond the distant horizon
Then disappear behind it

I sit here
With the sea
With the emptiness

In the emptiness
There are only the waves
Which are my breath

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 6, 20207:00 am

The Universe in a Single Breath

Sometimes I feel
Like the universe swallowed me whole
Without even the discomfort of a burp

So I close my eyes
Breathe in deep

Until all that is fills me up

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJun 14, 201910:26 pm

I Walk in Rainbow Slippers, Window Graphic, Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain

I Walk on Rainbow Splinters

Some people think they know me
But I know they cannot know me
Can’t see my misfortune
Guess they don’ wanna know me

I am just a pilgrim
Saffron shows my devotion
Ain’t afraid of no hard road
Fill my heart with passion

Walk thru the fire
Fly thru the fear
See the signs along the path
Though the end remains unclear

Walk in mindful silence
See what breath can do
Walk on rainbow splinters
Leave behind gurus

Seek it, you will find it, seek, seek
Walk on rainbow splinters

‘Til I Wake Up ,’Til I Wake Up, ‘Til I Wake Up ,’Til I Wake Up

I breathe in the light
Exhale the darkness
Pride begins to fade
And I forget the malice

Balance light and dark
Rising from the gutter
Melt my pain like butter
And my heart begins to flutter

Seek it, you will find it, seek, seek
Walk on rainbow splinters
Seek it, you will find it, seek, seek
Walk on rainbow splinters

‘Til I Wake Up ,’Til I Wake Up, ‘Til I Wake Up ,’Til I Wake Up

Seek it, you will find it, seek, seek
Walk on rainbow splinters

Gautama Buddha
Come along on my journey
Bring your Dharmakaya, your Sambhogakaya, your Nirmanakaya
And your 500 lives
The illuminating candle
Apsaras, guiding angels
Gautama Buddha
Gautama Buddha
Bodhisattva of compassion
Master who taught the light

With you Gautama
With you Gautama

‘Til I Wake Up ,’Til I Wake Up, ‘Til I Wake Up ,’Til I Wake Up

Seek it, you will find it, seek, seek
Walk on rainbow splinters
Seek it, you will find it, seek, seek
Walk on rainbow splinters

Gautama Buddha
Shining on the river of light….

Detail by Patrick JenningsJun 9, 201911:43 pm

The Touch of... A-Maze-ing Laughter, Yue Minjun, Morton Park, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

Being ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #191

This is a bit of a rough sketch for a chapter in a series which began with Come It Said and continued to Like a Hammer on a Drum. These stories revolve around the idea of a sort of ‘electric Buddha’ I’ve been toying with for years.

Also, my apologies for the lateness of this week’s challenge. I had to work today, and then this much prose takes much longer to pen than a poem. 😉

The situational awareness of a Series 25 is pretty hard for a mere human to wrap their head around. While these battle droids are equipped with a pair of excellent optical sensors, positioned to replicate the appearance of a predator’s stereo vision, it is their internal sensors which provide the bulk of their operational data. These include radar (both atmospheric and ground-penetrating), with full sonic and electro-magnetic spectrum arrays. Their entire body acts as an antenna, collecting sensory data in a sphere up to a one kilometer radius. The Quantum Processing Unit parses and analyzes this data in real-time, determining all relevant threats in the sensory sphere and developing ongoing action plans for eliminating them.

I talked with a droid designer once who said there was really no way of putting an upper-limit on how fast a 25 can assess and respond to every situational detail of a battle in terms I could understand. “But,” she said, “if you can imagine beating Bobby Fisher at chess one hundred million times in a nanosecond while simultaneously playing every instrument for a full orchestra’s rendition of the William Tell Overture, you’ll have an inkling.”

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 26, 201910:28 pm

Center of Being, Central Market, Valencia, Spain

Central Being

The light
At the center of it all
Like a beacon
Calling me
To the nature of
Existence

Experienced
With a deep breath
And a quiet mind
Which knows nothing
Believes naught
Open to all

Possibility

Poetry by Patrick JenningsFeb 15, 20197:19 am

That River Flows

That river flows

While I
Stand by

Upon the banks
Watch my life
Drift idly by

But why?
Ask I

Just join the flow

The river says

So I
Close eyes

Like the water
Enter life
Become the flow

Then I
Realize

Like the river
Being flows
I the water
Gather all
The river knows

‘Til I
Reside

In moment’s rhyme

The end of time

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 16, 201912:05 pm

The Susurrus of Grey

On a day I wondered
If the rain might never end

The clouds did not break
The sun did not shine

So I sat with the rain
Found the beauty in the greys
With the susurrus of droplets
Falling on the gentle sea

In the peace I found there
The spark of a mirthful hope

Perhaps it would be better
If the rain did never end

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 6, 201912:31 pm

narrow channel, athabasca falls, athabasca river, jasper national park, alberta, canada

Rapid ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #169

A chasm in my spirit formed
Through which my rage and pain now roils
Channelled through such rugged gorge
It churns and gouges rocky walls
With ill effect upon my soul

I hold on tight
This tiny raft
Upon the raucous
Seething froth
Ride the fury
Through the pass
All the while
Seek inward poise

For only then
Will ire abate
The rapid’s run
Is fueled by hate
While narrow walls
Are blinders worn
To keep my mind
In raging state

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 29, 20188:55 pm

Draft Lager, Dubh Linn Gate Pub, Whistler, British Columbia, Canada

Liquid Meditation

Sometimes
The clink of glass
Works as well
As a meditation bell

The first
Long
Draft

Is a
Deep
Breath

Attachments melt away
The mind quiets
Its obsessive
Narcissism

For a moment
Nothing else matters
But this
Single

Moment