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Love Letters Poetry Thirsty Thursday

Past Life Vision | Letter 11

Dear Past Life Connection,

Donโ€™t get stuck in your head
donโ€™t think
            Iโ€™d be better off insteadโ€ฆ
donโ€™t let the demons get to you
donโ€™t think itโ€™s better if itโ€™s new

I know it doesnโ€™t seem so right
when things get hard & a little tight
but I think goodโ€™s worth a little fight
after this dark comes a lot of light
                           (I promise)

All that I could wish for you
is a cease of suffering, aches, and flu
this love, the wish for happiness so true
and the desire for such joy to remain
with fearlessness, absent any pain
and a healthy, happy, stable mind
a loving heart and neighbours kind

Donโ€™t despair, my humble friend
for weโ€™re at beginning, not the end
do not worry, do not hasten
itโ€™s only our drive, our pulses racing

Letโ€™s enjoy the lust, the draw, the pull
letโ€™s unfasten our will, glass half full
of wisdom, we wish, we want to escape
this prison, ordinary existence, red tape

Somewhere between sex and fear
this passion lies
yet weโ€™re too courageous
so we thrive
against all odds, mistakenly alone
staring reluctantly at our phones
aghast, embarrassed
a hint of cowardice
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  — shit

Donโ€™t get stuck in your head
weโ€™re better off instead
to enjoy this dance of life
embracing opportunity with strife

I know it doesnโ€™t seem so right
that it should be left to you
but in the interest of tradition
I encourage thou come through

Donโ€™t despair, my falling friend
itโ€™s just the beginning, follow the thread
roll the dice, donโ€™t flip the car
please remember who you really are

Itโ€™s worth it
                 (I promise)

Love,
a distant past lover

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Poetry Thirsty Thursday

Thirsty Thursday | Spent

   it’s early still & even though
         I woke up not too long ago

I am spent

         sometimes

you gotta turn the crank
        before you leave (early work)
so you donโ€™t bathroom yank
              like some horny pervert jerk

         not me!

I am spent

so now I go to refill my wallet
ย ย  now on empty, whatever you call it
hours worked for few cents
ย ย  cuz’ soon Iโ€™ll have to pay the rent
still grateful for the place I live
ย ย  still grateful for opportunity to give
even though it came to this
ย ย ย  little morning routine grift
it’s only dayโ€™s beginning
ย ย ย  my arm’s tired, face is grinning

and I am spent

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Dreams Poetry Thirsty Thursday

Dream Poem 4ย 

Recently, I had a thirsty dream
     starring James Donald Forbes McCann
(let me tell you,
                  – it was nothing you could plan)

In this dream I complimented him
    then surprisingly he me
              (as in my poetry!)

Then, lo! I touched his arm
    then surprisingly he mine
    and beamingly he chimed:
Itโ€™s amazing, human touch,
          for connection ๐Ÿ˜‰

James! Youโ€™re married!
                         I replied

And then I woke up,
        thirstier than before
  for another man

Sorry, for using you,
           James Donald Forbes McCann

Praying always for the success
ย ย  ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย of your catamaran plan! Ho!

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Poetry Thirsty Thursday

Exception

even exceptions to the rule

break the paradigm
of their ย ย ย ย im perfection

seemingly imย possible
at the time

wait for the   but 
the     except

wait for it to fall
as the autumn leaves
still green, clinging,
still receiving the nourishment they need

still strong, then cut โ€“ jettisoned
tossed, ripped in the wind
painted glory, faded and
               quickly burnt to crisps

as the feelings
               of new love
blossom and fold

as midnight candy
                      opens at night

honeyed fragrance satisfies space
a gift for senses, too soon to pass
                donโ€™t get attached

and you might be alright —
           except

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Poetry Thirsty Thursday Video

Thirsty for Nature | V2

what need have I
for touch of yours
when ‘cross my skin
this water pours

absorbed in icy creek
or embraced by steamy tub
I don’t miss your hands
when sultry bubbles rub

breezy leaves float gently down
to lucious forest floor below
to the music of nature, sensuous sound
I meditate and let my wisdom grow


Music: “Drippin” by SaQi, WORTH, & The Human Experience
Video & Editing: K. Samways

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Buddhism Love Letters Thirsty Thursday

Thank You | Letter 10

To my Ex,

Thank you.

You have given me much I will cherish for years to come. Nothing I can keep in a box under my bed. No pictures to burn. Gifts far greater – ones I will carry with me life to life, like my pure love for you.

Patience. 

Before I met you, it was rare to walk slowly through nature, and never would I think to name its parts. Waiting was a great torment. Sitting silent was near impossible. Then, you mixed your patient mind with mine.

Faith.

You challenged my beliefs constantly. A torture at the time, but such a gift to progress. This obstacle appeared to destroy our relationship, but served as a test I passed time and again. You helped me try each teaching until I had conviction in each one. I valued them more than temporary relationships. I would keep them at the cost of my life.

Love.

Though we did not know unconditional, we strove. I accepted love from you. And I found my happiness only in giving. For we can never take love for ourself from another. That will never cease suffering. Loving you has helped cease suffering. Loving all beings (even spiders) creates my happiness.

It is only in reflection that I can begin to understand that I was absolutely blessed by the Buddhas that my path be made meaningful and my travel swift. Thank you to Buddha, who appears as friend, family and foe to guide us from our misery.

If we can remember to apply the primary practice.

Thank you.

Love,
your Ex

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Buddhism Love Letters Poetry Thirsty Thursday

Remember me? | Letter 9

Dear Karmic Potential,

Are we meeting again?
Have we met before?
Your appearance undoes me
but when I search
I cannot find me at all
nor can I find you

It’s like you’re in a different city
— certainly not here
and yet your closeness lingers
as though you are still near

Suddenly I am all the days
you choose to ignore
and I am the grasping
and I am the craving once more

Still, I cannot but hope you
also feel my presence
maybe yearn for my embrace
begging time be brief ‘tween now
and next you’ll see my face

I pray it be this lifetime
I pray delusion-free
Yet if I have to wait another ten
rounds to serve with you, I will

Love wishes only happiness
so that is all I wish for you

I know it’s all wrong
if ever samsara feels right
but this I am certain of, also,
we can, we will escape

Why not tonight?

Love,
A past and future partner in (escaping) crime

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Buddhism Love Letters Thirsty Thursday

Happy | Letter 8

To the Musician,

How can I count the ways
I have experienced joy
with you
already

How can I tell thee
the way you make me feel
when I know I have
created the causes

How can I share wisdom
when I am drowning
in samsara’s sea?

Still, you have helped
dispel the ignorance
of a thousand aeons,
a dreadful darkness,
with a single torch

How can I tell you
how happy I feel
how content I am
in the present moment
here and now
with you
while also planning
our escape

Because to
escape suffering
permanently
is my only wish
especially
with you

happy
beside me

Love, the Muse

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Poetry Thirsty Thursday

Thirsty Thursday | How love was the end of the Pillsbury Doughboy

(His last words)


I feel gooey inside
I mean more than usual
I think my insides are melting

something warm is happening in my heart
it’s making a bubble 
something’s about to pop

this really doesn’t feel quite right
I think I’m rising from the inside out
the heat supposed to be external

but this is gutting me
tearing me apart

hot bit by bit expanding

and do you see this bulge here?
no! not my stomach!

hoo-hoo!! 

don’t poke me at a time like this —
can’t you see I’m in pain?

oh! dire pain!

being wrenched apart
baked wrong side out

surely this isn’t in the directions —
can we trouble shoot?

something’s happening to my throat
the words aren’t 
                coming out good
no more
ooey gooey heart 
hoo-hooo


Okay… so this isn’t the thirstiest. x.x but can you picture that it probably isn’t Mrs. Poppie Fresh Pillsbury Doughboy doing it for him. ๐Ÿ˜‰

You might not need a tall glass of water, but perhaps a cold glass of milk and a hot, soft chocolate chip cookie would satisfy you.

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Poetry Thirsty Thursday

Thirsty Thursday | Why be sad?

Why feel misunderstood,
when there is someone to understand you?

Why feel empty,
when there is someone to fill you up?

Why feel left out,
when you could feel included?

Why feel unappreciated,
when you could feel respected and admired?

Why be hard on yourself,
when you could be soft on someone else?

Why be grounded,
when you could be a lucid dreamer?

Why live a dull existence,
when life can be fantastically magical?

Why manipulate,
when you can flirt and persuade?

Why remain ignorant,
when there is someone from whom to receive wisdom?

Why feel lonely,
when there is no separation?

Why feel grief,
when love never ends?