Lost
Sometimes, I forget my beating heart and wander around aimlessly
with my mind trapped in its hamster wheel
and life becomes dull and heavy
Blind
My eyes only see shades of gray and paleness
The rhythm of the world becomes a faint whisper
with memories of stories long lost
Grip
my fear of living
my fear of dying
Trapped because I don’t know
Listen
I can hear now —
the melody of weightlessness
the sigh of letting go
Release into the Flow State
I am the drop, and I am the ocean
The inspiration for this poem is the handshake practice, a Buddhist meditation.
How to Make Friends with Your Beautiful Monsters
The handshake practice is a Buddhist meditation technique that involves tuning into and accepting one’s feelings without judgment. It is based on Vajrayana practices and intended to help people develop compassion and kindness.
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Ute Luppertz ✨
Seeker of Mysteries - Poet - Animal Lover - Wisdom Keeper 🌿
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Comments (2)
this felt so deep Sometimes, I forget my beating heart and wander around aimlessly with my mind trapped in its hamster wheel. lovely piece
That's a masterpiece! Ute . This poem gracefully moves from confusion to peace, illustrating the struggle of feeling trapped and the liberation found in letting go. The imagery of the drop and ocean is both profound and calming. You masterfully captures the essence of meditation, bringing serenity to the reader with simplicity and depth. Beautifully done! :)