Best Dharma Poems
Your fate is sealed
Once a year
or so the book
tells us
Death is not
a thing to worship
Life is!
When some small creature
crawled forth from the primeval
ooze
We were left with
the responsibility of
continuing the cycle
We walk on gilded splinters
and just maybe we should let
Father Time decide our fate
But I feel we should
resist to the end
Stop the killing
Let peace reign
on our small planet
which circles a life-giving star
We are the stewards of
our biosphere
We owe our exsitence
to a miracle
know thyself; is your life on the right track
aligned with, refined by, the principles of dharma
refrain, abstain, be kind and be calmer
meditate, seek meaning: find moral momentum
all actions count on this trip to nirvana
Jaina Dharma
Jaina Dharma, my divine path to Moksha or salvation
to achieve my soul’s ultimate liberation;
through self-effort, non-violence, non-absolutism, non-possessiveness,
renunciation, retrospection, introspection, serenity, and stillness.
I bow in veneration to those already liberated,
traveling on the prescribed paths Lord Jina advocated.
My soul deeply yearns to break through enslaving barriers
of worldly attachments and material desires.
Seeking freedom from the enduring bondage of Karma,
I desire release from the cycle of reincarnation and achieve Nirvana;
to transform to a bodiless state of enlightenment attaining perfection,
infinite knowledge, bliss, power, and perception.
10-18-2014
Religion: Jainism
Contest: Religious Poetry: Non-Christian
Sponsor: Roy Jerden
Placement: 2nd
Note*
Jainism, traditionally known as Jaina Dharma, is an Indian religion that prescribes a path of ahimsa - nonviolence - towards all living beings, and emphasizes spiritual independence and equality between all forms of life. Practitioners believe that nonviolence and self-control are the means by which they can obtain liberation. Ascetism is thus a major focus of the Jain faith. The three main principles of Jainism are Ahimsa (Non-Violence), Anekantvad (Non-Absolutism) and Aparigraha (Non-Possessiveness). The population of Jain community across the world is around 6.1 million.
Death, existence, come and go,
Like a tidal undertow…
Waves that toss us, winds that blow,
Raging storms and biting snow,
Hunger, anger, joy, and woe,
Hellish heat with burning glow…
Saints and sages ‘in the know’
Quibble bookish quid pro quo.
Artful seekers high and low
Chase illusions to and fro,
Board their boats and row, row, row,
Partially-illumined, though…
Ever-present, apropos,
Where true wisdom waters flow,
Those mind-opened practice, show
That enlightenment will grow
From the lotus seeds they sow
(Equally for friend or foe)
Of Nam-myoho-renge-kyo.
Mortals here on planet Earth,
Do we see a being’s worth?
Know the gateway to be free?
Realize where lies the key?
Ancient Buddhist scrolls unfurled,
Let us sense our inner world,
Walk around within, explore,
Enter through the Dharma door…
Lost will find what’s gone amiss,
In despair, in want, or bliss…
Humankind at precipice,
Life itself abides in this
Single all-embracing phrase!
Sounds profound, astound, amaze…
Who recites it sings its praise,
Dark of nights and bright of days…
Utterness Dharma
Wholly revealed!
Sentient karma
Lastingly healed!
And we plod on… fast or slow,
With the work in progress, so
As to render what was heard,
Each and every golden word
Of the Oral Teachings by
Nichiren… that is, we try—
Plus some Buddha Writings, more
Handed down from ages yore,
Many from the olden store
Still as timely as before—
Thus to offer, help bestow
This Nam-myoho-renge-kyo…
~ Harley White
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[For Martin Bradley and Gerhard Lenz]
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo means to devote our lives to and found them on (Nam[u]) the Utterness of the Dharma [entirety of existence, enlightenment and unenlightenment] (Myoho) permeated by the underlying white lotus flower-like mechanism of the interdependence of cause, concomitancy and effect (Renge) in its whereabouts of the ten [psychological] realms of dharmas (Kyo).
[ See... .dharmagateway.org/harley_poems. ~ Poetry with a Buddhist Theme ~ by Harley White ]
a frame cold-sprayed with
perfect tranquility; the world
and the bell are one,
a flock of wheels that join;
then the three-in-one in balance,
the sky,the moment, the crunch
of tyres on gravel,the river flows,
all suffering has gone,the day
lengthens, this is where I am.
One
little
morning peep
she would speak to
greet my day, my sweet
African Grey . . . She was
my friend, my confidante. I
bottle fed my baby bird and . . . .
we would sing. Such joy she brought me in
her sweet way. My precious friend died today.
For the "Blink Contest" Sponsored by: John Heck
Note:
***My daughter lives alone with her two pet Siberian Huskies
and her 2 and half month old African Grey Parrot she named
Dharma. Jennifer called me this morning at 5am crying to tell
me that her little bird died at the Vets. I wrote this Etheree in
her honor.
Tapping and searching
Loading
Tapping, deleting
Darkness
Reset
Loading, tapping
Deleting, tapping
Punching
Escaping
Darkness
Reset
Loading
Emptiness
Darkness
Tears
Escaping
Detachment
Done
Right View, Intention, Speech, Action, Livelihood, Effort, Mindfulness, Meditation
May we always clear our eyes so we may see clear
May we always put out the best intention beginning with our mind
May we speak only in a tongue free of slander and lies
May we act in a way that speaks volumes of our altruism
May we choose a livelihood that is in harmony with our soul
May we always find it in us to create the effort to better
ourselves
May we always be mindful of others and how we treat
them
May we choose meditation as a vehicle to self exploration and healing.
May we always seek the light without rebuking the darkness in us, for they are all part of one and the same
in the great tapestry of action and reaction
we need to accept ourselves and others just as we are.
Namaste
Every day is a test, every day a battle
in how you come to terms with
who you are
not
who you would like to be.
Trapped in your job, trapped in your life
you have to come to terms with
what you can do
instead of
what you want to do.
Fixed in your role, stuck in your part
as warrior, thief or midwife
you have to come to terms with
doing it perfectly
instead of
arguing with the director.
Her soul is pure solitude
A home where trees meets
The granite fists of mountain Gods
Her eyes burn of near enlightenment
Of the cyclic nature of humanity's truth
She blesses the rain, the fog
The. Mosquitos the jackdaws and the frogs
Wishes for nothing only the warmth
Of a early morning sun,
She has no need to fill the void
For void is what it's
The true nature of things
And her wisdom expands
Watching, listening
To the silence of the silent moon,
A spirit of near perfection confined
Within a decomposing cage
She sing songs to the winds
And lullabies to the clouds,
Just accompanying time within the void
a maniac runs
a mad hound let from a leash
to the river god
haiku dharma maniac runs copyright (c) rajat kanti chakrabarty 21 november 2014
scorpion drowning
monk saves him and it stings monk
monk laughs heartily
Note on this haiku:
dharma: right way; To a monk saving one is dharma, to a scorpion act of stinging is dharma. They both are right. So monk laughs.
dharma/haiku 21 11 2014 © rajat kanti chakrabarty
Standing at the waters edge
Watching the moon cast it's midnight rays on the moving tide
Hearing it gently lay itself on the shore
In the distance
A cruise ships lights dance across the water
Clouds floating slowly across the sky
Enjoying my time with you old friend
Connected we are from the beginning
Overwhelmed with peace
When I see you all around me
I remember your words
Consider the lilies of the field
Worry no more
A construct of thought, then spoken
Springs forth reality like a changing season
Supreme peace and mindfulness as I open my eyes.
Blood from blood, bone from bone,
Under the partially eclipsed moon of a burgundy-red sky,
A murder of crows gathers on the barren carcass of branches,
Whilst mist clings to a chipping tombstone.
Hardened petrichor shifts ever so slightly,
Awaiting the awakening of revenge incarnate.
The witching hour is almost upon us;
Noir-cloaked figures emerge from the passing shadows.
A High Priestess holds firm an ancient Book of Shadows.
As the metaphysical clock strikes two,
Yellowed pages frantically flip to an incantation.
The underlings take their positions at the four corners,
While she takes her place in the center.
Chanting the passage simultaneously, resurrection is forthcoming,
As shrivelled nightshade blooms to ritualistic life
And the paramount witch returns from her unsettled slumber.
The Wheels of Dharma turn in their favour.
Scorched lands and vengeance follow,
As Armageddon ushers in a new era.
heard of Kamala
really does have much karma
along with dharma
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Dem nomination
a Trump abomination
of our great nation
one more creation
invite with invitation
sing incantation