Upon trying to stimulate my pineal gland
Through OM chanting for the first time
There before me in the silence that ensued
I saw a great void of raw existence
Frozen and unassuming
Like a door I’ve never opened
In a place I’ve lived my whole life
Everything and nothing was different
Staring at the cat between my feet
I reached down to touch it
And got to see where they exist
I should stop writing because
I feel like I’m bastardizing the eternal
Making a vain sport of it with a poetic devise
I am the very void upon which I now gawk
I took off my clothes to excuse my presence
I should not post this but probably will
Life remains a grand head game
Even after you’ve awakened the divine
Seeing the sacred should change one’s life
but now I’m not sure
Perhaps this is the true epiphany
By Phan Tan Hai
Buddha departs, the words fall behind—
I sit chanting the Heart Sutra,
hearing Tue Trung play his mischief,
squinting, smiling, trembling with laughter.
Buddha departs, the echo remains—
I sit in silence nine long years,
hearing the indestructible sutra
gradually reveal itself within the mind.
Buddha departs, the words like mist—
the two vehicles, the supreme vehicle;
I search the sutra for a path,
writing and rewriting, never quite enough.
When spring starts to spread its soft lease
The green shoots bring nature`s sweet peace,
The sun shines so bright
With fresh, gentle light
And robins chanting their release.
they chant-and they chant
but do they know the words true meaning?
they wear the colours that show their support
but do they know what these colours represent?
they wave their flags but not of their own
some may say this is an act of treason?
the words they chant are against a certain ideology-
but it's that ideology that gives them freedom.
they say they are for free speech
but if you disagree...?
they say you are free to express your opinions-
but when you do, and its opposite to theirs, they condemn.
they say they are for all fellow man
but if you go against their narrative, you are not human.
they say they are against racism-
but their words incite racist acts.
they say they are for love and peace-
but never denounce a violent group?
they condemn the brutality of their nemesis-
but are silent when their ally does the same.
they say they have it all worked out-
but have they lived life yet?
Sweet snowdrop bells ring!
The violets are coming
Days are chanting spring.
Crimson camelias call
from dreams near the garden wall.
Gold sun fields await
rich tulips of tomorrow!
Lily's never late.
Then pansies' pink faces greet
blue roses across the street.
In a living voice from the past
messages are tall shadows.
Life goes on like before people
standing, sitting, chanting
walking and preparing for the prayer meets
beside an ancient river of faith.
Sages chant for peace, order
flowing in a vessel of light.
Home for all who have no
homes to go, no links to live.
only prayers exist for ages--
are a window, hope of the Beas flowing
carrying the heart of a nation
living and longing, faithfully
holding the world hard …
"Here comes trouble" some people said,
just because his hair was red..
He saw he was different with his bright,
red mane but knew on the inside he was
likely the same..
Most days he just stood there and smiled
as they chanted "you redheaded step child".
At times he was wounded by their troubling taunts,
their teasing echoed in his head, like ghosts, they'd haunt..
Labeled a "fire cracker", he rarely exploded. He took it
all in and eventually imploded.
This poor little boy longed for some one to say,
"He has red hair cause God made him that way."
The Million Names of God being chanted,
One by one the stars slowly flickered out,
The darkest of the darkest dark
Curtainlike spread slowly about.
As though frozen in a stasis
The world carried on as before
But the time of day and night
Wasn't to exist on Earth anymore
And the people collapsed in chaos
And the times of the killing began
And the darkness continued until
The extinction of the species man.
And all other creatures slept,
The only thing permitted to do
In the darkness a time of cleansing
And the planet began to bloom anew.
A slow lifting of that darkness started
As the stars flickered back alight
Another million names were chosen and
Their began chanting slowly ended night..
~*~*~*~
on a rug, legs crossed
patchouli incense, bright, glowing
my centering island
letting go of strife
meditation's fond delight
stars smile, inner peace
12/7/2020
agonizing world
the ominous virus fights
ascending souls chant!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 APRIL 2020
Down by the soily brook they go, under the woody bridge.
The Featherly Elfins make their home to hide from the Blustery Fridge.
Made of snow and windy blow, icesickles in his hair,
he comes to still the Valleyville, blowing crystals in the air.
The Elfins chug their gluggy mugs and toast with foamy tea,
Chanting songs of winters gone to wake the Bloomy Be.
The flutterbys fill uptop skies with gillians of yellowy wings,
The Elfins song brings summer on over the melty cling.
Baby seeds roll up their sleeves to poke the icy ridge.
Down by the soily brook, we’re told, under the woody bridge.
Chanting "OM"
Not many get to chant
this phrase.
They cogitate it's ridiculous
and turn the page.
Unaware it might just open
a new door!
Leaving them laughing with
Buddhistic Enlightenment on the floor.
November 12, 2019
drums
chanting
natural
native rhythm
healing nurturing
medicine man
shamanic
drumming
truth
Rooting for gems in the devil's left hand
trapped in a flesh cage, there's no escaping
each etching upon the face telling tales of greed
tossing aside family-making love to dead "things"
greed is a fanged drug with no hope for antidote
say for a rope to the nape or a bullet to the soul
old man sits on a throne made from bones of regret
pinching out the last candle without family or friend
wax dripping over a hollowed-out heart, chanting...
oh
what could have been
oh
what could have been.
Om chants. Breath in, out
Navigating through chakras
Centering myself
Date written and posted: 07/12/2018
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