Find the source wherefrom thoughts arise
To which end, our will we must bend
That in silence, each breath sunrise
Melding with the void, we ascend
First things first, this truth we must know
Find the source wherefrom thoughts arise
By whose power does our heart glow
Where lies the light that lights our eyes
Life script spun seems a web of lies
We feel we’re in a lucid dream
Find the source wherefrom thoughts arise
In repose atop love’s moonbeam
Staid silence seems the only way
So we cease to weigh, judge and size
Holding patterns of old at bay
Find the source wherefrom thoughts arise
Did you cry for me
when none but the crows
was both black and free
in yon cotton rows?
When you saw me hung
did you cry for me
as my body swung
'neath the lynchin' tree?
Such prosperity
must taste mighty sweet
Did you cry for me
when I didn't eat?
Heard you gone some years,
died in poverty
and I cried no tears
Did you cry for me?
Don’t cherish naive faith on fate !
Build your life with self confidence.
By trial : Your fate, you’ll create.
On your path, gain experience.
Work hard with truth and honesty.
Don’t cherish naive faith on fate
Act courageous with modesty.
Success sure to come, soon or late.
Righteousness must initiate
your path , even if uneven.
Don’t cherish naive faith on fate.
On own strength, life - car be driven.
Proceed for your goal to access.
with own devotion and attempt.
That’s the real path of progress.
Don’t cherish naive faith on fate.
Line of Inquiry : ' The essence in us in the same as the essence in the Sun.'
Soul is dweller of our heart
Feel the ecstasy and essence.
Supreme soul to make me alert
just assuring its existence.
In birth-death-after life, soul shines.
Soul is dweller of our heart.
Staying in heart, soul to brighten
our path, never leaving apart.
Soul holds the power to exert
in trouble, grief or any need.
Soul is dweller of our heart.
Soul entwines me : It's fact, indeed.
Similar to essence of Sun :
Essence of the soul to impart.
Energy of soul sure to run -
Soul,zz is dweller of our heart.
by ego upstaged, soul’s light caged
we wandered earth like a lost ghost
fire of desire in our heart raged
for peace we wandered coast to coast
synced not to music of the spheres
by ego upstaged, soul’s light caged
we sought solace among our peers
mental battles ceaselessly waged
in the flow of time, body aged
we were but a dead man walking
by ego upstaged, soul’s light caged
stark haunting with dark fears stalking
shift to stillness made us stronger
heart sang, when from thoughts disengaged
choosing to suffer no longer
by ego upstaged, soul’s light caged
The world is bleeding, each must agree :
Chaotic commotion ! Indeed.
Seems ‘Morality’ to bury :
Humanity is killed by greed.
All around running corruption -
The world is bleeding, each must agree.
Root cause : Poor administration !
Leaders to spoil a country.
Common people on contrary
try to respect Moral Values !
The world is bleeding, each must agree.
Ruthless injustice continues !
Religion ‘ HUMANITY ‘
is to be followed to make free
whole world just from insanity.
The world is bleeding, each must agree.
let us correct the way we look
body shell is shaped from earth’s crust
discard all knowing, burn the book
we’re spirit, not this form of dust
God as living light, dwells in all
let us correct the way we look
truth of our true Self please recall
who in truth we are, we mistook
faults of others let’s overlook
know each soul’s journey is unique
let us correct the way we look
God’s light within is what we seek
sing a hymn, conjure a love verse
from ego cravings, let’s unhook
we are one with the universe
let us correct the way we look
“Pray without ceasing; in everything give
thanks; for this is God’s will for you in
Christ Jesus.” 1 Thessalonians 5;17-18.
The hands of compassion echo
kindheartedness like Christ conveyed.
To the Good Samaritan’s mind,
cost discounted; duty outweighed.
In disparate worlds without slurs
the hands of compassion echo.
It matters not where needs occur;
they’re unique, unlike art deco.
They are hands that go way beyond
never grabbing, never gripping;
the hands of compassion echo,
off’ring help for someone slipping.
To make the diff’rence in God’s sight,
always pray, give thanks and check - "Oh
that we could know His perfect will!"
the hands of compassion echo.
‘Alas ! My heart had to leave its treasures at sides of path of Life to end
at ‘ Death’. - Poet
In last phase decrepit heart to mourn.
All achievements turned obsolete.
Once seeds of confidence were sown.
Now strength of mind is deleted.
No time to rectify mistakes.
In last phase decrepit heart to mourn
Burnt desires to fly in ash flakes.
Only despondency is shown.
In senile decay hope is blown.
Purposeless life to drag in vain.
In last phase decrepit heart to mourn.
No bonding left, nothing to gain.
Case for my ‘LIFE ‘ is still pending -
My ‘TIME’ is up ! Court is adjourned.
Life to meet obvious ending.
In last phase decrepit heart to mourn.
breath by breath with God connected
is the hope that springs in our heart
that bliss pulsations detected
our true life journey can then start
having renounced desires we are
breath by breath with God connected
for though we had drifted afar
we’re always by Him protected
in our heart’s cave we’ve detected,
His presence as bliss magnetism
breath by breath with God connected
we’ve gone beyond every known ism
single pointed is our focus
our earnest prayers perfected
as we sail along love’s locus
breath by breath with God connected
At last I’m loud to speak breathless
Since long, days were passing in bleak
Exhausted on thought how to face
adversity ! I became sick.
Conflict went on, in confusion.
At last I’m loud to speak breathless,
taking ultimate decision.
Drove away each tension and stress.
Now I’m feeling frolic and fresh
What happened, I have overcome.
At last I’m loud to speak breathless.
But in core of heart : Cool and calm.
Ignored, discarded each malice.
I have won my glory and grace.
My life is mine and also nice.
At last I’m loud to speak breathless .
Bleak, Bitter ! Now dragging dull days.
Too long Past and too short Future
At present, in senile decay.
Does not matter, rue or rapture.
No dynamism., life stagnant,
Bleak, Bitter ! Now dragging dull days.
Forgotten when progress was vibrant.
All around dark, no shiny rays.
Life has no charm, lustre and glaze
Nothing to expect , nothing to gain.
Bleak, Bitter ! Now dragging dull days
Only spending time in vain.
Awaiting for last bell to ring
Yet for rest of life, wish to pray
Dynamism again to bring !
Bleak, Bitter ! Now dragging dull days.
“Memories come forth to say...
we are with you to stay.”
__by Poet
This was the passageway she took
beneath the limbs of maple trees;
to this day still, I turn and look
and feel her joy to help and please.
I watched her walk across the grass;
this was the passageway she took.
With all the love she could amass
she'd come out from the shaded nook.
For from her home to mine partook
to visit for a while and stay.
This was the passageway she took;
still see her there as branches sway.
Yes, there she was, my mother dear;
I miss those visits- long-forsook.
Above, she keeps my vision clear;
this was the passageway she took.
though we’re caged in this body-mind
within our heart always springs hope
as we shift into pathways kind
opting to with love to elope
our heart tells us we’re always free
though we’re caged in this body-mind
yet once with God’s laws we agree
we escape lust’s demonic bind
imagined fears are left behind
when to the truth impulse we bend
though we’re caged in this body-mind
in silent prayer we ascend
feeling pulse of bliss beats renew
with divine pulsations aligned
we have the cake and eat it too
though we’re caged in this body-mind
"Fear of something is at the root of hate for others, and hate within will eventually destroy the hater." -George Washington Carver
"Men often hate each other because they fear each other; they fear each other because they don't know each other; they don't know each other because they can not communicate; they can not communicate because they are separated." -Martin Luther King Jr.
hatred is fear we let ourselves enjoy
scooping it on like ice cream in a cone
not thinking that this hatred will destroy
the only happiness we've ever known
welcome to my hard heart, please won't you stay?
hatred is fear we let ourselves enjoy
It's a sad seed growing in winter gray
bitterness steals the very heart of joy
spirit of fear will play us like a toy
the unknown chasing goosebumps up spines
hatred is fear we let ourselves enjoy
in weakness I give up what once was mine
a peace that only true love can employ
I thought a little hate would be just fine
I now know relief, Forgiveness deploy
hatred is fear we let ourselves enjoy
Specific Types of Quatern Poems
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