Poetry & prose
Combining contemplative poetry with photographs or paintings to bring head and heart together to reflect on life and love
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Renunciant works
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Early works
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Photo Poetry
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The Big Picture
"so precious is life
yet most precious its natural passing like the ripe fruit that drops not life denying but death defying as the spirit is flying" A poem accompanied with watercolor and pencil art. Open |
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The Trilogy on the Three Refuges
Bringing Heaven Forever Down to EarthOn refuge in the Buddha
Part one of the trilogy on the three refuges. Open - to find audio, video and pdf book |
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The writing is on the wall
marked in charcoal by the itinerant soul daubed in a dash in chalky white ash
Devoted to Luang Por
A collection of poetry written for Luang Por Sumedho throughout the years. Accompanied by artwork.
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Freedom
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The light of the heart
"The heavenly harp
Greets the meat Even as it is lifted off its feet For heaven was not so far" A collection of "text only" poems. Open |
Another Dimension
"There is a light
That is not a light Like day entering into the night" A collection of poetry accompanied by photography. Open |
Trilogy of Renunciant Poetry - celebrating the joys of the monastic life
The First Sermon
"The monk entered
Sure footed, centred Senses composed Yet never closed" Part one of the trilogy Open PDF Listen to audio version |
Reflective Glory
"Dear friend,
If you love life and fear death, listen to me now. Try to suspend your doubt. The bones of the Arahants turned to crystals after their death. They are showing us that they have found the deathless" Part two of the trilogy Open |
In the Face of Death
"Poor Roddy was dying,
forlorn and sluggish Amongst the rubbish Full of questions he was desperate to know How to let go" Part three of the trilogy Open |
Other renunciant works
Caring
"Sometimes when I hurry
I still feel that tightness begin to sing In the throat of worry" Collected early poetry. Accompanied with drawings. Open |
Playmates
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The First Eye
"Why does simple stillness,
The sunset of the reclining eye, Come only after such a long hard climb in the sky. For it asks for no reasons why. Perhaps it just takes time For time itself to fly" A collection of early poetry. Accompanied with art. Open |
This folder contains spontaneous poems written as reflections on photographs.