Snail Crossing.... (Part Three)
if you've never been a fool for love, if you've never jumped off a cliff and tried to fly, if you've never given your last dollar to someone you didnt know.... if you've never wept, and not known why.... if you've never fought windmills, and found them to be dragons... if you've never questioned god... if you've never risked it all, and lost it all.... then you havent lived!
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The Distance Between!
the distance between man and God
is in direct proportion to the distance
between heart and mind....
each leaf on a tree distinct and different,
but all belong to the tree!
the wind has many forms, but is always
the wind...
you speak to me of your God that lives
in holy writings and temples...
i met a stranger today, stopped to listen
as he talked... and knew there was God!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Cup Of Water!
watching falling stars....
or the look your eyes
dont lingering give...
the tone of your voice
haunts graveyards before children,
silences the final clock!
and we walk not alone amid ghosts
and disembodied bodies....
all reaching out with bleeding lips....
no murmur, no cries, silent soldiers
bearing the burnt cross of life....
searching for freedom, and
a cup of water!
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Buddha Nature (Present In All)
Buddha nature....
dormant breath imprisoned
in greed's slobbering mouths,
the distant echo of flight
to wings broken by apathy....
darkness without being,
the stranger locked
just outside the door....
waiting on the wind
to blow the shutter away....
open the window,
and name the stars....
Buddha nature,
present in all....
sold much too cheaply
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One 'I'...
there is only one 'i' in river,
one 'i' in wind.
one 'i' in give.
one 'i' in live.
one 'i' in desire,
one 'i' in fire...
two 'i's' in spirit,
and both are on you!
time and eternity,
both have one 'i'.
so does bridge!
union, communicate
and ecstatic the same.
one 'i' in friend,
and one 'i' in twin...
there is one 'i' in choice,
and two in decision...
both are on you!
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A Sparrow's Thoughts....
we live our lives communing
with angels and demons, that
dwell within us.
whose voice do we hear?
whose image do we bear?
whose work do we do?
the most profound truths,
often so simple,
that it confuses us!
deep wisdom lies in the conversations
between real people
daring to be honest.
deep wisdom, and healing!
and the ears that have eyes,
are the wings of the eternal!
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All...
all people just want
to be free, to be free..
white, black, Hispanic,
Asian, and Arabic...
chains an offense
to all that breathe...
one cannot be free
without the other!
there are no illegal people,
or invented people...
the least worth as much
as the most powerful.
put down your fat bellied guns,
and your patriotic rhetoric...
all are created in the image
of the eternal!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Buddha Was A Long Haul Trucker...
i dreamt...
Buddha was a long haul trucker,
and i met him in a roadside diner...
i asked him:
'where you been? '
'everywhere! '
'where you going? '
'nowhere! .
'well. what you hauling? '
'well...', he smiled.
'i was hauling myself,
but i unloaded that
back down the line...
now i'm hauling nothing! '
i bought him a cup of coffee,
and walked away,
silently shaking my head!
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The Day After Tomorrow
his clothes smell like Tuesday
on a Friday afternoon;
he bums a smoke, a light,
and looks away.
the lines in his face, jaw set,
like a map to where
he cant quite remember.
he watches the smoke
curl up like infidel prayers
lost on a street corner,
to the lights and the noise.
dont look too close!
you might find your self
staring back at you
from the day after tomorrow!
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The Poetic Experience (Part Three)
we cry out for peace,
but there can be no peace
until we find peace within...
men who are not at peace
within... start wars, fight wars,
and kill innocent people.
the whole journey begins and
ends within... when we stray
from the path we become the tool
of suffering... we become fear!
the poetic experience seeks
to free us from our fears...
and it begins by being a mirror!
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