Best Blowings Poems
In Tibet, the night was cold and she said in Sanskrit:
Over years, in loneliness my heart bled in Sanskrit
All mantras of love have failed in winning her for me
Tell any Tantras to take me ahead in Sanskrit
Behind curtains of temple there was a paradise
Night was pleasant ride, though she spoke in bed in Sanskrit
The awesome civilization left us drowned in thoughts
In Hindu and Buddhist books, how we fled in Sanskrit!
In snowfall, my near death feelings craved for surpassing
How to ask fairies, "Is anyone red?", in Sanskrit?
Morning welcoming the Sun and evening fire blowings
I want to read my faith and others' dread in Sanskrit
November 06, 2022
February 5 Scripture Meditations Based on Numbers 33-36
Key Verse – Numbers 33:1 These are the journeys of the children of Israel, which went forth out of the land of Egypt with their armies under the hand of Moses and Aaron.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BEING WITH ME IN MY JOURNEY
Thank You for being with me in my journey’s beginnings
Surely accompanying me with Your supreme reignings
Never leaving me; but driving me toward faith-gainings---
Please keep on guarding me from worldly dinings.
Thank You for being with me in my journey’s strivings
Surely helping me with Your spiritual movings
Never forsaking me; but pulling me toward trust-thrivings---
Please keep on protecting me from vain cleavings.
Thank You for being with me in my journey’s restings
Surely refreshing me with Your peaceful assistings
Never dropping me; but carrying me toward strength-hastings---
Please keep on defending me from carnal feastings.
Thank You for being with me in my journey’s goings
Surely propelling me with Your gracious doings
Never refusing me; but bringing me toward goodness-bestowings---
Please keep on guiding me from humanistic blowings.
Thank You for being with me in my journey’s strugglings
Surely upholding me with Your caring cradlings
Never abandoning me; but leading me toward sincere humblings---
Please keep on hedging me from destructive meddlings.
Thank You for being with me in my journey’s languishings
Surely cheering me with Your heavenly vanquishing and pushings
Never neglecting me; but prodding me toward provision-replenishings---
Please keep on covering me from deceptive furnishings.
February 5, 2022
Mom
U always raised a storm
When I did something wrong
Those blowings made me strong
They stood
Me good
Thank u mom for providing a hood
Gave me what u believed was right
Ill care for u with all my might
Raised me in a manner
Saw me through your scanner
Made strong helped me when I needed u most
To u I raise a toast
Ur the finest mother I can claim and boast
U tried to tell me all good things
I’ve tied them in my mind with strings
You are so compassionate
Thank you for making me passionate
To reach the sky
And never give up or stop to ask why
Sorry for annoying u so often
I know I need to soften
U too need to control your anxiety
Spend more time with all mighty
Try to lend me an ear
Whenever I hold a fear
Till im on this universe
May god not show wrath or curse
As now u need love n care
My joys with u I want to share
Without u my life would be empty and meaningless
As without my mentor I‘ll end up with uncurable stress
So please take care
As I need u here!
Love u mom
Please be a little more warm
Form:
it's going to be dropping on me after a very long time
ohh with all my heart I've waited all this while
fall on me, my want but realized I don't make the choice
triggering blowings like it's going to take my roof top
But the truth is we dont care all we want is your rain!!
ohh fall on us this one we've gathered because of you to pray
this heat is taking it's toll on me, oh come on be my save
tongues and works might have called your wrath, oh pardon we're humans and never the same.
Calm your breeze, calm your storm, pour us love not destruct
though it's your will but it's our prayer
not a command neither with pride
we know we're bad, we know we don't deserve, we know we're not to be served
pour your rain, not your pain, pour your love not your scorn, we know we're humans but not all are the same.
not my will, not our will
not a command neither in pride
calm your breeze, calm your storm
for all we want is your rain.
K.OLWENS