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3 Short Poems

Rain Storm

Rain dowses the earth
The ground is unsettledRain Storm - A Poem by Turiya, Jenna Sundell
Quakes, floods, mudslides
Disrupt the routine of human life
Mother is clearing away the stale energy
Wind tears through blockages
Leaving us and the trees bare


A friend fell over in the mud
He was long dead but stood like a sculpture
Branches framing the driveway for years
The dried wood cut and carried away
All that remains is a hole
Surrounded by petunias

The Endless Question

The endless question
The only question
What is Dharma?
Or, put another way:
Who is asking questions?

Awareness aware of Awareness
Playing with consciousness and perception
Feeling all there is,
All at once.
Stretching infinity into infinity
Yet within this tiny form
Of bone and blood and skin
Muscles pulsating with each breath
Existence breathes.

Bonus: Reaching For Enlightenment

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The Door to Enlightenment is Always Open    White skies. Rain dancing.  Mother washing everything.  My heart is grateful.


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