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This is a group in which to post poetry that you have written yourself. It may be long or short, polished or rough, a celebration or an experiment. It is not a competition, more a place where we can share and appreciate and learn from each other and discuss each other's poems.

The poems are grouped into "discussions". Each discussion may be a theme or a poetry form. Each discussion can grow into a little collection. Add individual poems as "Comments" within the appropriate section. You can also add remarks as comments too. If there is no appropriate section, start a new one. If you feel clumsy doing this, don't worry - the site moderator will tidy it up later. Poems added should be broadly connected with the theme title of the discussion, but do not have to relate directly to other poems already posted.

Writing poetry can be everything from a light amusement through to a deep spiritual practice. Enjoy.

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Started by David Brazier 10 hours ago. 0 Replies

The rain was heavy last night, by noon once again all fine and clear, on the horizon tiny clouds gatheringwith attitude.Were everything in one’s world pure so would be one’s heart. In that case, however, No objection to stormy weather.Continue

The white crow

Started by anki. Last reply by anki on Wednesday. 2 Replies

There he is walking from the land of golden sandsWhere the sun never sets and the moon never rises.Walking the cracked grounds of the desert SaharaTo cross the sea and come to you, The messenger of faith is hereSee his glory and bow to his honorFor he shall cross many sea’s and pass the desertOnly to reach you and give you wisdom, Meet the white crow and see all his wisdom within his eyesFeel the pain within his chest from all that you let him see. Remember 13th dec 2049 for that is the day he…Continue

The blue star

Started by anki. Last reply by Adam Dunsby on Wednesday. 1 Reply

You eye in the sky seer of the allJudge of the blind, all knowing and all encompassing.Sirius star of wisdom, bringer of balance guide of humanityTell me the answer I seek, let me know which way to go.On my knees I am begging for your words.Blue queen of secrets unveil yourself to me, show me the path.Not the one my feet walk on, but the one my heart beats on. Soul to soul I ask of you enlighten me with your presenceCome down and show me the way of the divine.Let life, love and light shower me…Continue


Started by David Brazier Feb 26. 0 Replies

There is no cause for happiness,only misery wants reason,yet happiness has prompts innumerablewhile misery is mute;yet when we know the cause of our distressit has its limit with its season,only enduring malady is unableto give account that is not moot;while joy can sing and raise and blessand skip come rain, come cloud, come sun,so that it blossoms still more ableto carry on its fair pursuit.Continue

Morning Meditation.

Started by Adam Dunsby Feb 17. 0 Replies

Beautiful sky.Dark clouds with a rugged tear,Stretching across the horizon,and giving a sense of worlds beyond.A rip in the curtain of delusion,forming a peephole through to the Pure Land.The sweet sound of the birds is an echo of my breathing,and not apart from it.Many Buddhas and much rejoicing as the universe celebrates the power of practice,sending waves of bliss and passion into my heart.The world rests in a deep trance,awaiting the call to service.Namo Amida Bu!Continue


Started by David Brazier Feb 4. 0 Replies

FAITHFaith is fearless, faith sings gaily, she touches me tenderly when I’m sad. Faith sits quietly in the sun remembering all the fun we’ve had. Faith inspires as a rising fire then lies in wait as yesterday’s ashes; she comes in the wind, in the hailing storm to batter upon me, rain that splashes. Faith is existence, love and being, quiet in the shadow beside my chair, whether she’s needed or quite forgotten my heart is at peace because she’s there.Continue


Started by David Brazier. Last reply by David Brazier Jan 29. 4 Replies

Seventy circuits round the sun,although it seems she circuits me,each day with nothing still to lack, her face arises... I bow low.From this illusion springs our woe,so natural the illusion isto think one does not budge one jotas all revolves around.Copernicus shot down conceit.Galileo should have said “Any yet WE move”.Our best of science but one viewone fraction of the whole.As I grow old I know much moreabout my ignorance and darkand as I grow so dark below,stars dimly seen emerge and grow.Continue


Started by David Brazier Dec 1, 2016. 0 Replies

WINTER MORNINGthe blinding silver eastern sun,dawn metal in the frost,pull back the curtain, day has begun,the tattered dreams of night are lostthe empty day begins to fill,the frost to fade in hours ahead,the cat upon the window sill,the old man turns his fristy head.embers spindle into flamethe wood pile dwindles into smokethe slain bygones cast no blamecut down by the hour’s stroke.cobwebs shine their jewelled nettheir makers fled from sightcold can kill, do not forget,they sped into the…Continue


Started by David Brazier. Last reply by Carol English Sep 24, 2016. 7 Replies

FRIEND AT THE WINDOWSo many leaves turning from green to brown,or still part and part - walnut tree in autumncaressing my bedroom windowhow you have grown this yearthrough spring deluge and summer droughtnow to emergethrough autumnal mist,king of the garden,kin of the wild.HUSHOut in the woodsa gathering of many trunkssupports a ceiling of verdant light;one holds one's breathin this holy place.DEEP HEAPI sleep in a humble heap -runkled bed covers,trunkled brainrumbling into stupour,tumble into…Continue


Started by David Brazier. Last reply by Vajrapala Lut Moerman Sep 21, 2016. 2 Replies

SHUTTLEDOREWell, I’ll be dying soon but you don’t need to cry, I will soon be passing and we all know why, We all know we all know we all have to die, But that’s not a reason and that’s why we cry. The body is a-failing and the ailing’s long, The notes are trailing in the evening song. I was in the hallway when I heard the gong. I sat down slowly and the minutes got long. Could be we’ve all known the meaning of the years climbing up the mountain of hopes and fears, Standing on the shoulder,…Continue

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Comment by Andrew Ralph Cheffings on March 3, 2017 at 15:43


A garden is not a plan on paper,

It is not moving rocks, water and earth around;

It is gardening,

And everything gardens.

Comment by Adam Dunsby on December 13, 2016 at 9:46
A little poem that came to me in the shrine room this morning:


If you had a voice,
Would it be a whisper that trails into nothing,
or a shrill cry, desperate to be heard. Would your words be blunt and abrupt,
or would you gently charm the ears of folk.
Talk, chatter, pass the time of day. Sing, scream, break the silence in two.
No more than a noise resonating in an empty space.

Namo Amida Bu(. ;
Comment by Diane Cadman on June 23, 2016 at 16:44

This is a poem I write about my stay at La Ville au Roi, It doesn't fit with anything in current discussion so hope it is OK, for me it feels like a a good place to start making contributions.



First night in the sheep house

candle blown out,

I lie awake listening

to the walls

making no sound.


Animal antecedents are

embedded in this stone.

I feel them breathe, bellow,

stamp and scrape

the rock floor.


Birth, death and living

surround me here,

 holding me wakeful;

alert in the power 

of total blackness.


Beyond its walls

woodlands spread away

generating ever deeper

darkness of canopy,

field and thicket.


Creeping out, only my steps 

break the silence.

Above is brightness;

a black bowl of stars are

threaded on imaginary chains.


Loops of light years apart;

planets far more ancient

than sheep house walls,

are patterns to my eye,

symbols in my mind,

lanterns for my soul.

Comment by Carol English on November 8, 2015 at 8:56
I expect I'll get them all into the wrong places anyhow. Let me know when I do and I'll move them. The haiku are easier as they are defined by form rather than content :-)
Comment by David Brazier on November 7, 2015 at 7:59

OK, I've done some reorganisation. I hope this makes it easier to group poems together, either by form or by content. Each discussion can potentially build into a little collection, sometimes with some prose comments also.

Comment by David Brazier on November 7, 2015 at 7:37

Why not create a discussion for a poetry category - one's I have in mind to add are Journey Poems, Nature, Love, Metaphysical Poems, but other categories could also be relevant.

Comment by Carol English on November 6, 2015 at 20:01
I feel a bit strange posting a poem over talk of your request for Haikus though. Perhaps i will just leave it off for now.
Comment by Carol English on November 6, 2015 at 19:59
Comment by David Brazier on November 6, 2015 at 19:44

Better to be a discussion, I think. Then any comments on it stay organised with it. But we can also start discussion groups for particular types of poems, as I have just done for haiku and then the poems can go in the comment sections connected to that discussion.

Comment by Carol English on November 6, 2015 at 19:35
Should a poem go onto the comments section or into the discussion?

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Posted by Andrew on March 23, 2017 at 9:07 1 Comment

The love your neighbour campaign in Birmingham came about after the decision to leave the EU. There was an increase in racist attacks and the Church of England hierarchy felt they should take action. What they did was encourage schools and other community venues to put free of charge bright orange banners on fencing etc with the words love your neighbour on them. At the moment funding has been obtained to make more banners to replace any of the 1000 that have gone up already and to encourage… Continue

The bowl of feathers

Posted by anki on March 22, 2017 at 11:09 0 Comments

Once upon a time there was a traveler from the lands below.

Lived in a cottage in the mountains all alone.

The only company he had were the animals and the trees.

Though company they were none the less spoke in language only the soul hears.

Songs of days passed they sang just…


Nembutsu morning

Posted by Kaspalita on March 18, 2017 at 9:33 2 Comments

Honen encouraged his followers to set aside special times for intense practice; half a day, or a whole day, or a week. We’ll be continuously chanting nembutsu for three hours this morning. Unlike Honen I don’t manage to recite sixty or seventy thousand nembutsu everyday, as I’m going about ordinary life, so I love these set aside times when I can immerse myself in the presence of the Buddha, in the Buddha-field, in the Pure Land.…



Posted by David Brazier on February 22, 2017 at 14:32 0 Comments

Rencontre entre David Brazier & LN Wangmo

les 10 & 11 juin 2017

à Saint-Martin-Lestra…


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