Circle Still as a circle of stones We moved into quiet mind Ferried by quiet wind of breathing. Solitary observing the inner life Gives deep experience of present moment, Of the wisdom of non-contention, of Lettings thing be as they are. Meditation anoints the mind with clearity. The word sacred visits the circle, The circle is so special, Motionless pilgrims journey, To unending light, to peace. George Coombs

 

The Enlightenment In a deep calm forest, The sunrise beats down on The wise one. A sweet singing bird lands - And hunts for food. All is peaceful and quiet, The wise one sits in silence, meditating. Thinkig of nothing, Feeling nothing but the truth of life. All alone he sits on lotus leaves. Coloured rays of light shine around his head, Glowing the forest, Animals come out of their homes, Curious to see this great event. This is my view on the Buddha's enlightenment. Sally

 

Child Gone Away Now he lay there, a still form, A person gone into final quietness, A child now with the realm of nature, Flowers, gifts, good wishes adorned him. In stillness he taught truth, he showed In a leaf-frail form the ceasing of What had arisen, the discourse of his Short life showed in final exhalation There is peace. George Coombs