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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

a kingfisher crosses the river its blue body already gone when the cry reaches me for several moments the bird exists in two places one in the world one still arriving inside me

Photograph of a river in Central Virginia. The trees are reflected on the water and you can see rocks surrounding it. There is a kingfisher in flight crossing the river.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

i did not mean to miss it the way the early sun rests on the rim of the sink the small steam from my coffee already cooling i keep believing the day is elsewhere but it is here doing its quiet work when i look it holds still long enough #poetry

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

later trying to remember the way back I could see each turn clearly the creek the fallen poplar the slope where ferns had covered the stones but not the moment the path became a memory or the memory became the path #poetry #nature

Photograph of a fallen tulip poplar lying across an old trail, with ferns in a central Virginia forest.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 09/09/2026

there are places the body remembers before the mind a bend in the river the smell of rain beneath oak leaves I arrive and whatever has been waiting there continues through me #poetry #nature

Photograph of a river cutting through the woods in Central Virginia. It was a rainy day, but still quite beautiful and worth the walk

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 07/09/2026

somewhere beyond the marked trail I stopped being the one who chose to come here the trees have no use for my reasons the creek passes through its stones and whatever I have called my life becomes one sound among many #poetry

Photograph of a creek running through the woods in central Virginia.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 26/08/2026

the bat turns above the field toward something I cannot know there are worlds inside this one that do not require my senses to be complete #poetry

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 15/06/2026

emptiness blooms where the self stops guarding the door #haiku

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 14/06/2026

to live plainly is not to refuse the world it is to hear an acorn fall and not call it fate it is to let a path go on without asking where it is going to sit beside water until the mind always building its empire lays down one stone then another and the day enters through every unguarded place

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 09/06/2026

stone buddha a salamander climbs the middle way #haiku

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 26/01/2026

i notice how noticing has edges it cuts the fog a small thing stands up not important just exact and in that exactness i feel less blurred

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 25/12/2025

Santa Claus and the Buddha #poetry #writing

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 14/09/2025

Without Asking to Be Remembered #poetry (alt text)

I walked out into the morning
the light still uncertain among the branches
shadows lying across the ground
as though they were waiting for someone to notice
I followed the path where the leaves
had fallen long before I came
their silence spoke to me
not in words but in the way they rested
without asking to be remembered
& I thought of the voices
that once filled this air
the laughter that rose in the evenings
the questions that never found answers
all carried away like water
slipping through its own reflection
I kept walking and the river appeared
moving without hesitation
its surface breaking into a thousand mirrors
none of which stayed
I leaned down and touched it
but the moment was already gone
& the sound of it
continued as if nothing had happened
as if nothing ever could happen
except what was already passing
on the far bank the trees bent into the current
their roots tangled with stones
older than any memory
they did not resist
they leaned as though listening
to something I could not hear
& I wondered if silence itself
might be a kind of hearing
that outlasts the need for answers
I thought then of your hand in mine
how it fit without effort
the way a shadow fits the ground
and how it slipped away
not into absence
but into another form of presence
that follows me still
though I do not speak of it
when I stop walking it arrives
and when I move again
it goes on ahead
like the path itself
always leading somewhere
I cannot remain
the sky shifted
and the birds lifted out of the trees without warning
their wings making a sound
that might have been the air remembering itself
I looked up until they were gone
and the space they left behind
was filled with light
as though nothing had left at all
& I knew then
that the world had never been waiting for me
yet it carried me
as it carried everything
without choosing
without keeping
and that even as I turned back
the grass already rising in my footsteps
it would continue
without end
without forgetting
without needing a reason

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 10/09/2025

Pause between in and out - a small island of not-knowing. Step there and stay awhile - the world rearranges itself. #Mindfulness-of-breathing (Ānāpānasati) #Insight (Vipassanā) #Non-striving #poem #poetry #buddhism

Photo of a monk sitting peacefully at the river

Pause between in and out -
a small island of not-knowing.
Step there and stay awhile -
the world rearranges itself.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 09/09/2025

A spider’s web holds dew - each bead a small mirror. Touch one, and the whole net shivers - you are never only you. #Interbeing #Right-View (Sammā Diṭṭhi) #Dependent-Origination (Paṭiccasamuppāda) #poem #poetry #buddhism

Photograph of dew on a spider’s web in the forest

A spider’s web holds dew -
each bead a small mirror.
Touch one, and the whole net shivers -
you are never only you.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 07/09/2025

Sunday opens like a fist soft with forgiveness #poetry

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 08/09/2025

He held his anger like a sword- until he saw his own reflection on the blade. #Mindfulness #Right-action #Insight #poem #poetry #buddhism

Photo of an angry man, staring at his own image reflected in his sword.

He held his anger
like a sword-
until he saw
his own reflection
on the blade.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 04/09/2025

Compassion is not letting them walk over you- it’s standing without hate even as you say no. #Lovingkindness (Mettā) #Equanimity #Right-Speech #poem #poetry #buddhism

Painting of a peaceful monk, standing with his hand up in front of an angry man.

Compassion
is not letting them walk over you-
it’s standing
without hate
even as you say
no.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 04/09/2025

Anger rises- a wave, sharp and high. Let it pass. You are not the wave. You are the ocean. #Mindfulness #Non-attachment #Patience #poem #poetry #buddhism

Painting of a wave.

Anger rises-
a wave, sharp and high.
Let it pass.
You are not the wave.
You are the ocean.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 04/09/2025

A sparrow landed on the monk’s shoulder. They sat in silence— and both understood everything. #Interbeing #Stillness #Awareness #poem #poetry #buddhism

Painting of a monk sitting with a sparrow on his shoulder.

A sparrow landed
on the monk’s shoulder.
They sat in silence—
and both
understood everything.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 25/08/2025

Don’t chase silence. Just stop feeding the noise. #Right-Effort #Mindfulness #Simplicity #poem #poetry #buddhism

Painting of a meditating monk.

Don’t chase silence.
Just stop feeding
the noise.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 22/08/2025

A child’s laugh echoed across the temple stones. That, too, was meditation. #Joy (Muditā) #Awareness #Non-duality #poem #poetry #buddhism

Photo of a child monk, laughing in front of the temple.

A child’s laugh
echoed across the temple stones.
That, too,
was meditation.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 16/08/2025

You don’t have to end the storm. Just keep the lamp lit for those finding their way. #Right-Intention #Compassion (Karuṇā) #Generosity #poem #poetry #buddhism

Painting of a lamp lit inside a monastery doorway during the rain.

You don’t have to end the storm.
Just keep the lamp lit
for those finding their way.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 14/08/2025

Forgiveness is not a river’s rush- it’s the slow work of thawed snow, finding its way to sea. #Patience #Compassion (Karuṇā) #Liberation #poem #poetry #buddhism

Painting of a river and landscape with snow melting toward the water. A crane sits by the shore.

Forgiveness is not a river’s rush-
it’s the slow work
of thawed snow,
finding its way to sea.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 13/08/2025

You do not have to shine. Even the moon lets the night hold her in darkness and still the tide obeys. #Interbeing #Self-Acceptance #Trust #poem #poetry #buddhism

Image of the moon in a dark sky over the ocean

You do not have to shine.
Even the moon
lets the night
hold her in darkness
and still
the tide obeys.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 13/08/2025

When the heron stands in still water, it does not wonder if the fish will come- it simply waits. #Mindfulness (Sati) #Right-Effort #Patience #poem #poetry #buddhism

Painting of a heron standing still in the lake.

When the heron
stands in still water,
it does not wonder
if the fish will come-
it simply waits.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 12/08/2025

You are not late. The path appears when you’re ready to walk it. #Trust #Right-Timing (Sammā Vāyāma) #Inner-Readiness #poem #poetry #buddhism

Drawing of a monk walking along the path in the countryside.

You are not late.
The path appears
when you’re ready
to walk it.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 12/08/2025

Not every answer needs a voice. Some truths are learned by sitting with the question. #Mindfulness (Sati) #Right-View (Sammā Diṭṭhi) #Wisdom (Paññā) #poem #poetry #buddhism

Drawing of a monk sitting in meditation.

Not every answer
needs a voice.
Some truths
are learned
by sitting
with the question.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 10/08/2025

As You Think, So You Are A mind is a mirror. Polish it with fear, and fear will stare back. Polish it with hope, and the world will open. #Mindfulness (Sati) #Right-View (Sammā Diṭṭhi) #Karma (Cause and Effect of Mental States) #poem #poetry #buddhism

Painting of a seated child monk.

As You Think, So You Are

A mind is a mirror.
Polish it with fear,
and fear will stare back.
Polish it with hope,
and the world will open.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 10/08/2025

A river’s song does not change for the ears that hear it. So too, with truth- it flows whether welcomed or ignored. #Integrity #Right-Speach #Dharma #poem #poetry #buddhism

Painting of a small river, moving into the distance

A river’s song
does not change
for the ears that hear it.
So too,
with truth-
it flows
whether welcomed
or ignored.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 06/08/2025

The crow called once- a sound sharp as winter. And yet, in that cry, the whole sky answered. #Interbeing #Right-View #Awareness #poem #poetry #buddhism

Painting of a crow calling from a branch.

The crow called once-
a sound sharp as winter.
And yet,
in that cry,
the whole sky
answered.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 06/08/2025

You spoke gently to the one who didn’t deserve it. That was the moment you stepped free from the story they tried to write you into. #Compassion (Karuṇā) #Right-Speach #Liberation #poem #poetry #buddhism

A peaceful monk encountering an angry man.

You spoke gently
to the one
who didn’t deserve it.
That was the moment
you stepped free
from the story
they tried to write you into.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 05/08/2025

Cherry blossoms fall- a breeze scatters this moment never to return. #haiku #poetry

Photograph of a cherry blossom.

Cherry blossoms fall—
a breeze scatters this moment
never to return.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 31/07/2025

He wept for someone else’s suffering- and in that moment, the Dharma spoke through salt and silence. #Compassion (Karuṇā) #Right-Intention #Empathy #Dharma #poem #poetry #buddhism

Painting of a monk weeping.

He wept
for someone else’s suffering-
and in that moment,
the Dharma
spoke through salt
and silence.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 31/07/2025

You held your breath for a life that never arrived. But it was here- in the steam of your morning tea, the soft weight of being alive. #Mindfulness #Right-View #Impermanence #poem #poetry #buddhism

Painting of a monk holding a steaming cup of tea.

You held your breath
for a life
that never arrived.
But it was here-
in the steam
of your morning tea,
the soft weight
of being alive.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 28/07/2025

The silence you fear is not empty. It is your own voice, finally without echo. #Emptiness (Śūnyatā) #Right-Speech #Direct-Experience #poem #poetry #buddhism

Drawing of a monk with eyes closed in meditation.

The silence you fear
is not empty.
It is your own voice,
finally
without echo.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 28/07/2025

To win the war against yourself, you must lay down every weapon— especially the ones called “truth.” #Right-View #Letting-Go #Non-duality #poem #poetry #buddhism

A monk sitting in meditation.

To win the war
against yourself,
you must lay down
every weapon—
especially the ones
called “truth.”

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 27/07/2025

Your anger is a torch in the dry field. Hold it long enough- and the fire burns your home, too. #Right-Speech #Right-Intention #Mindfulness of consequence (Kamma) #poem #poetry #buddhism

Painting of a hand holding a torch, causing a field to catch on fire.

Your anger
is a torch in the dry field.
Hold it long enough-
and the fire
burns your home, too.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 27/07/2025

Between two thoughts— no need, no name. Just this. And this is enough. #Non-self (Anattā) #Emptiness (Śūnyatā) #Stillness #poem #poetry #buddhism

Drawing of a monk sitting in meditation.

Between two thoughts—
no need,
no name.
Just this.
And this
is enough.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 23/07/2025

You tried to fix the sky by holding the clouds. But they were never yours. Let them pass. You are not broken. You are watching weather. #not-self (Anattā) #Letting-go of control #Mindfulness as observation #poem #poetry #buddhism

Painting of a monk facing a cloudy sky.

You tried to fix the sky
by holding the clouds.
But they were never yours.
Let them pass.
You are not broken.
You are watching weather.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 23/07/2025

You do not have to know where the river goes. Just walk beside it, and trust what it has already carved. #Faith (Saddhā) #Letting-go of control #Following-the-Dharma like a path #poem #poetry #buddhism

Painting of a monk walking beside a river.

You do not have to know
where the river goes.
Just walk beside it,
and trust
what it has already carved.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 19/07/2025

The Buddha did not escape the world. He walked back into it, empty-handed, and gave what could never be taken. #poem #poetry #buddhism #Compassionate-return #Renunciation #Selflessness

Painting of the Buddha standing with open palms on a beautiful landscape.

The Buddha did not escape the world.
He walked back into it,
empty-handed,
and gave
what could never
be taken.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 19/07/2025

The crow does not envy the crane. The mountain does not scold the rain. Why do you compare what was never meant to be the same? #poem #poetry #buddhism #Right-View #Equanimity #Letting-go-of-comparison

Painting of crane facing crow by a mountain in the rain

The crow does not envy
the crane.
The mountain does not scold
the rain.
Why do you compare
what was never meant
to be the same?

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 16/07/2025

There is no such thing as wasted kindness. Even if forgotten, it lingers — in the shape of someone’s breath, in the warmth of a room you’ll never return to. #poem #poetry #buddhism #compassion #metta #karma

Painting of a standing wall, looking in contemplation through a window.

There is no such thing
as wasted kindness.
Even if forgotten,
it lingers -
in the shape of someone’s breath,
in the warmth of a room
you’ll never return to.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 16/07/2025

Between breath in and breath out, there is a door that opens to everything and asks for nothing. #poem #poetry #buddhism #mindfulness #emptiness #non-strivivg

Painting of a monk sitting in meditation beneath a tree by a doorway.

Between breath in
and breath out,
there is a door
that opens
to everything
and asks
for nothing.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 14/07/2025

The Ashes Sutra Compassion is not clean. It walks through smoke. It gathers the broken. It stays after the fire is out. #poem #poetry #buddhism #compassion #bravery #staying #karma

Drawing of a monk standing by a man in need after a disaster.

The Ashes Sutra

Compassion is not clean.
It walks through smoke.
It gathers the broken.
It stays
after the fire is out.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 14/07/2025

The Weight Sutra You don’t need to lift their burden. Just walk beside them, so they remember they’re not alone. #poem #poetry #buddhism #compassion #right-action #interbeing

Drawing of a monk walking beside a man who appears sad.

The Weight Sutra

You don’t need to lift their burden.
Just walk beside them,
so they remember
they’re not alone.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 11/07/2025

The Window Sutra When he spoke harshly, I saw the wound beneath his voice. And so I opened a window instead of closing the door. #poem #poetry #buddhism #compassion #right-view #meta

Painting of a monk, extending a hand to someone who appears upset.

The Window Sutra

When he spoke harshly,
I saw the wound
beneath his voice.
And so I opened a window
instead of closing the door.

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Gassho 🙏🏼 @nobletruth.bsky.social · 10/07/2025

My teacher taught me silence. The storm taught me patience. But the old man, who offered me a bowl of rice, taught me the Dharma. #poem #poetry #buddhism #compassion #generosity #dharma

Painting of an old man offering a young monk a bowl of rice.

My teacher taught me silence.
The storm taught me patience.
But the old man,
who offered me a bowl of rice,
taught me
the Dharma.

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