QiGong Prison Ministry

Here are three poems from one of my students inside.  The first relates to the man he killed.  The second speaks for itself, and the third was one he wrote after one of the first spiritual circles we shared.  Sorry i am not allowed to share his name, but enjoy his poetry!

 Him

As the Spring time Ends,

and summer sets in,

i remember Him.

As I trace the lines in my hands,

from the ends to where they begin,

i remember Him.

As my heartbeat quickens,

and it's difficult to breathe in,

i remember Him.

As my eyes spill forth tears,

'Cause they're full  to the brim,

i remember him.

When i think of all the chances,

That I'll never have again,

I remember Him.

Now i know that life is precious,

and how to be a friend,

These things I would have never known

if I did't remember Him.

 *****

Inspiration

They are me, and I am them,

Another broken hearted, wounded man,

No matter what they say, or what they do,

It's a manifestation of what they're going through,

And its only to themselves that they can be true,

But they are me, and I am them,

Another struggling while wounded,

Broken hearted,

Man. 

 *****

Freedom Flight

Within this rust-coated birdcage

Populated by Eagles, Hawks, Falcons,

And the ones who wish to be seen as such;

Wings clipped, hooded, and jessed,

There are the select few

Who still yearn for the open sky.

Not fettered or encumbered with the weight

Of preoccupation with predatory pretense,

They instead would be content

To merely fly once more,

Feeling the wind slice through to their innermost parts.

they would forever forego meat

And only dine upon fruits

If allowed one final opportunity

To feel weightless,

The sun warming their back,

And the future as open, vast, and limitless

As the heavens that beckon them ...