“The aforesaid five objects, which are the negative attributes of the five electricities, being combined produce the idea of gross matter in its five forms: Ki, solids; Ap, liquids; Tejas, fire; Marut, gaseous substances; and Akasa, ether.
These five forms of gross matter and aforesaid fifteen attributes, together with Manas, Mind, sense consciousness; Buddhi, discriminative Intelligence; Chitta, the Heart or power of feeling; and Ahamkara, the Ego, constitute the twenty-four basic principles of creation.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
In the realm of heaven, our eye is single
but with no adversities to overcome,
so the one becomes two and then they jingle
propelled by the power of the cosmic hum
and in the five elements they commingle,
ego distanced from heart, though soul is welcome.
Poised thus in subject-object relationship,
we discover God when love is our flagship.
Heart of mine throbs with triumph
grateful for exposure to life yon survival
while beholding beauty of kindness
midst faith's navigating compass.
Likewise, my soul keeps on worshipful
seeking for God’s approval and favor
basking in His grace, mercy, compassion
along faith's childlike trust.
Despite challenges and trials
my spirit strives toward victorious claim
vanquishing adversities while reaching-out
with faith cleaving to the Omnipotent hand.
Steadfastly clinging to divine help
I continue on, delighting in my journey
doing my best, inspiring others
as faith increases, glowing with vibrant hope.
If I could rewrite the sentences of my past. The
Adversities, Challenges, Exhaustion. My Past is not Me
I often questioned myself, Why these mental games?
Emotional, Confusion, Manipulation from familiar.
People aI thought to be trusted bMy Past is not Me
She wasn't fed from a golden spoon yet Persistence,
Resilience are now her friends
Strategic wars hovered over her mind let's dive in.
Self awareness, Denial? Comparisons little did she know deep within it was someone known with games of
Power for control.
She gave the keys to her heart only for her past to
used against her to make to feel like a puppet on
strings. My Past is not Me
Is she's in the driver's seat? She no longer retaliates
She's detached from calculated manipulation.
Bread crumbs she doesn't chase, She no longer falls
for the bait. Will familiar faces ever let her get to the
Finish line?
Constantly spinning webs on her next move only to be reminded of her past for sport. My Psst is not Me
were it not for
the vibrant bliss current
would we remain equanimous
in the face of adversities
twirled about by fate
“For the light of truth to appear ~
Negate each desire and every fear”
~ quote by poet
Although I dwell in decaying form,
I know I’m not this organic body mind,
since in deep meditation I’ve been, seen and so known,
truth of my pure, eternal being, at a singularity point,
living light, at peace, feeling complete.
To discern the truth, the pathless path simply requires this:
oscillate attention between objects and space, as a nonchalant witness.
Earth is a school, where in pulse dual, overcoming adversities
we grow in love, wisdom and in power,
which is the will of God.
This is my truth, which I have imbibed by touch,
a knowing available to all, at any moment in time,
upon shifting from head to heart,
blissful presence recognising life as but a dream.
Poetry Soup abounds in poets who are special in unique ways and for me it was so hard to single out just one. So I was reluctant to join this contest. However at the last moment, I thought of choosing one, Edward Ibeh, a true gentleman in my eyes, who never comes to limelight, except for the contests he holds from time to time.
E - Effective words in place, a poet’s grace.
D - Diligent in duties and devoted to virtue in every place.
W- Wisdom and humility combine in this forbearing soul.
A - Authentic heart that cherishes life in its whole.
R - Radiates kindness like a guiding light.
D - Dignified in character, making many hearts bright.
I – Illustrious poet with a passion for his art, so genuine.
B - Braving adversities, in family and community shine.
E - Elevates fellow poets, giving due respect to all.
H - Honorable in every way, he's a gentlemanly soul.
"Bring it, life, all your adversities...they only strengthen me!" - quote by poet.
oh, adversity...
haven't you exhausted
all efforts
to knock me off my equilibrium,
to make me
cry a river?
you came to break me in two
yesterday
with bells on;
jiggling around your ankles.
instead, all you got in return was
only....a shrug.
you saw no sign
of weakness on the surface
or deep within me.
you waited for tears
that never came.
you kept on poking
yet your needle pricks
didn't make me wince
you stabbed me with daggers
that never punctured my skin
or made me bleed....
are you disappointed?
surprised that your sharp weapons
cause me no pain,
but instead, tickle me?
go ahead, keep making me
stronger.....
morning coffee delayed by an hour
we view as fortunate this earth life test
it lets us check if our mood has gone sour
such are adversities we overcome in light jest
The clock struck 1020 AM on a Tuesday morning
in mid-May of 2024. I thought for a moment about
the trials and struggles of my life. As I began
what could have been a long muse down a memory lane
of adversities, I was struck by one recurring fact.
In every situation, there was God.
In every valley, there was family.
In every pit, there was a Church.
In every desert, there were friends.
On this gentle May morning, an old friend named
Todd, whom I have not seen in 30-plus years,
flashed across the pages of my mind. Todd was
a mechanic by trade, and he rescued my car and
my family on more than one occasion.
Each 'breakdown' left me feeling hopeless and alone.
That is until Todd came along and rescued me. I'm
thinking of Todd just now whom I met in the summer
of 1986. I shall never forget the gracious spirit of
Todd and his family.
I am not the perfect poet,
you and I both know it,
though surely we could share,
our time with rhyme and reason,
springtime, snowdrop, couplets,
summer days of sunshine sonnets,
autumnal skies of falling paper leaves,
winters filled with warming verse?
Perhaps I've been too scared,
to tempt, or fraternise with fate,
now having taken too long,
and having left it all so late,
to pen this page,
with words of alliterative verse,
against this world of woe,
where life's adversities seem to get worse,
I'm plucking up the courage now,
to ask if you and me,
could possibly agree,
provided it's not problematic,
provided this is not treason,
that I could somehow be,
your poet for all seasons?
Billowy storm clouds turn to skies of azure blue
Agonizing pain fades when its days are through
The trek of life has its many ups and downs
Its seasons of smiles, its times of frowns
We hope more joy and gladness are recorded
Than all the heartache and sadness that’s reported
Yet troubles and trials are given that we might know
That adversities strengthen; crises help us grow
If all the joys were placed in a basket of cane
And all the pains put in another of the same
Then both are put on a balance scale at life’s end
Would they equalize or which one would ascend
Perhaps, it is just a matter of how one views life
Joys are difficult to evaluate amid strife
And pain often accompanies times of celebration
These tensions are oft together whatever the occasion
Daresay, it is not whether these tensions exist or not
Inner feelings of ecstasy or agony play their part
It’s how we handle and ascertain life’s various scripts
Life’s many ups and downs, its differential treatments
Sitting on the same bench
a few years after,
memories come back
while I'm watching the pond,
feeding the ducks, geese
and the black swans.
After a long time,
Santa Margarita's park
shows its colourful beauty
for different people enjoying walking around.
Same trees watching the changes, growing new branches, leaves and flowers. Old roots make them stronger to stay tall after the years.
Sitting on that same bench,
my feelings travel to the past
when we were discovering the best of us, looking at each other with sparkling eyes.
We used to feed a black swan, the only one at that time,
lost in his loneliness, begging
for love.
We used to be full of love,
we used to wonder why that swan was a long way from his love.
Now that we are many kilometres and years apart,
let me tell you one thing,
that black swan has his lover
with him, and both are the happiest swimmers in the pond.
They've built their future together fighting the adversities.
We were not able to, but it will always be Santa Margarita's park to remember what our love could have been, if we had loved each other as those black swans.
UNDONE
Scheduled work is remaining incomplete
In right time couldn’t show proper concern.
Silly mistakes, unable to delete.
Life to end, yet so many things left undone.
Dragging life in last phase, time now too short
No use even I put full devotion.
Circumstances did not favour, all lost .
Life to end, yet so many things left undone.
Unable to manage difficulties
though tried best on utmost dedication.
But could not overcome adversities.
Life to end, yet so many things left undone.
Endured failure also accessed success.
In normal course grief and joy came by turn,
also love and betrayal more or less.
Life to end, yet so many things left undone.
Enjoyed life, also performed duties,
but failed to fulfill all my ambitions.
Couldn't assess which was my priority.
Now life ends, yet so many things left undone.
I have neither scope nor time to rectify !
So I desire for re- incarnation.
On my next birth my life will glorify !
Now life ends, yet so many things left undone.
Today I’m thankful for perspective…
because when it comes to the adversities in life
how we will get through them
depends quite a lot…
on how we choose to view them…
For instance…when I’ve been sick or sad
and someones asks me…
how I might be feeling…
instead of saying I am sick…or sad
I tell them …I am healing
Puzzles of Life
OUR DIFFERENCES
ARE LIKE THE PIECES
OF A PUZZLE CALLED LIFE,
yet we manage in strife.
Never feeling deprived.
In same discipline we were taught.
Through my yearnings you were brought .
In lavendar love we were caught.
Yet often our temper had gone lost.
Problematic puzzles appeared lot.
On joint journey we try to involve
with mutual commitment and revolve
around the same target just to resolve
ongoing obstacles those to evolve.
We fight till adversities are dissolved.
Our relation runs social legal.
We are entwined : Life is conjugal .
Yet very often we are in quarrel.
Of course our amour going parallel.
Even conflicts can't put us in dismal.
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