Serenity Meditations, Volume III, Mitchell Isaac Friedman [readera ebook reader txt] 📗

Book in Hand on the Sand

Book 

in hand, 

on the sand 

I sit mindful 

of the pounding surf and 

the plaintive wailing of seagulls, 

juxtaposed with sounds of merry mirthful 

laughter from children sifting through sand as they look, 

collecting their seashells by the pailful 

or playfully chase after the seagulls. 

The beach is serene and 

I sit mindful, 

book in hand-- 

sit and 

look. 

 

Calming the Tempest

Breathing in mind’s tempest 

calm wins out bringing rest.

Tempestuous Turmoil Tossed Thoughts

Tempestuous 

turmoil tossed 

thoughts 

confound my brain. 

Take a step back, 

follow the journey 

of  

my breath. 

Feel the sensations 

of each 

breath. 

Quell  

the tumultuous tempest 

of my 

Mind.

 

Divine Light

From behind 

dirty, dingy, dun 

colored 

clouds 

a 

Divine Light 

breaks through 

and 

all is serene. 

 

Thoughts LIke Bubbles

Like bubbles in a stream, thoughts 

rise to mind’s surface, 

undisturbed.

Still Pond

Mind 

still as 

pond water 

in gentle breeze 

calm. 

Leaves Gently Float Upon a Stream

 

Leaves Gently Float Upon a Stream 

Leaves 

gently 

float upon 

a stream and are 

gone. 

 

My thoughts, like those leaves, drift by 

my mind’s eye and then 

fade away. 

 

Calm 

is left 

in their wake, 

and each breath brings 

peace.

Mindful Morning Walk

First lap 

body erect, looking straight ahead 

feeling lungs expand 

as  

dry cool air inhales through nostrils 

feeling lungs deflate 

as 

warm damp air exhales through mouth 

 gentle breeze 

rustles summer emeralds 

on tree branches. 

 

Second lap 

back aching body hunching over 

feeling lungs expand 

as 

dry cool air inhales through nostrils 

feeling lungs deflate 

as 

warm damp air exhales through mouth 

pavement passes before view 

gray pebble embedded concrete 

alternating with crack spiderwebbed slabs 

cool breeze caresses 

arms.

 

While Reading Blake's "The Poison Tree"

While reading Blake’s “The Poison Tree” 

a realization strikes me: 

all our anger, held within, 

is like a deadly poison 

filling, blackening the soul. 

So, take heed, make this your goal: 

speak your anger, and in the end 

of your foe you can make a friend.

Darkness into Light

Besieged 

by inner darkness. 

Drawn, pulled, dragged 

down 

into the darkness. 

 

Rage defiance 

at the darkness! 

Take a cleansing 

breath, 

contemplate the blesséd Light. 

Draw, invite, welcome 

 the blesséd light. 

Embrace 

the blesséd 

Light. 

 

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