“Never, my child, did I have death or deathlessness, poison or poisonlessness. How shall I speak of the pure and the impure? I am free from disease-my form has been extinguished.”
The heartbeat of God is all love and light,
throb of bliss in unending renewal,
suffused thus in ineffable delight,
which then projects Itself in realm dual,
where to live by love is the only rule.
We as an ego are but a God-spark,
navigating realms on an upward arc.
All domains are real, yet also dreams,
wherein each form in times merges with God,
along octaves of love, He Himself beams,
recognised by us when our heart has thawed,
revealing light of Self that has us awed.
Om is God’s gong that takes us all along,
back to heaven, which is where we belong.
Viewing body-mind as a projection,
the game is simply descent and ascent,
wherein love ensures with God connection,
for which simply following bliss mist’s scent
the light of heaven in heart makes advent.
In this maze we can never go astray,
if voice of conscience remains our mainstay.
Heaven is my goal
Heaven is my hope
Hope against hope
Hope to die for
For an afterlife
For immortality
Immortality is deathlessness
Immortality is eternal life
Life free of pain
Life free of suffering
Suffering of the flesh
Suffering of the soul
Soul gone astray
Soul vast and infinite
Infinite as the heavens
Infinite as human mind
Mind is consciousness
Mind is omnipotent
Omnipotent as God
Omnipotent as Nature
Nature that nurtures
Nature that nourishes
Nourishes spiritual life
Nourishes astral world
World of mysteries
World of miracles
Miracles of life
Miracles of air and water
Water is the sustainer
Water is unique in universe
Universe of love and dreams
Universe of hope and peace
Peace is that elusive bird
Peace is that relentless quest
Quest that never fulfills
Quest that never expires
Expires as it begins
Expires and reawakens
Reawakens the goal
Reawakens the hope
Hope for peace
Hope for love
Love alone can redeem
Love alone can reclaim
Reclaim the lost hope
Reclaim the lost soul
Soul is a beacon of infinity
Soul is the axiom of immortality
Immortality…
Infinity...
Admit odds-on guilt for spreading delight and happiness
For as long as one's bold soul is doused with goodness
If I lacked money or riches, my odds could be limitless
As of now, I bear a heart that is fit to yield with easiness
The grain is large and plump, but in another is worthless,
Nothing vast occurs on consecutive with deathlessness
Giving delight to the noble hearts of others steadiness
An odd item that does not maintain the value faultless.
Written: January 23, 2022
Companion Of Peaceful Things
I, will seek the silent ways'
unknown in summer days,
I will linger with the flowers
Ungreeted in lost hours.
I will go quietly
That I may be
Companion of peaceful things, -
The brook that sings
Its murmuring song
The woodland shade along,
The moorland wide
At purple eventide,
The clouds that in the morning Sun
Vanish in beauty, and are one
With pure, unutterable love
And those dear presences that move
Ever around us, even when
We lose the way of trusty men.
I wouldst forget that I
May draw nigh
The deeper memories.
I will arise
And leave you, and thus find
The deathlessness I was too blind
To see among your swift-run days;
My ways
Shall be among the immortal flowers
Born of your darkest hours.
R.J. Lindley, (early 70's)
Classicism, (From words born and a sweeter life sought )
Once I tried
To fathom the ocean,
And the deep rumbling
Orchestrated symphony
Of the endless cavalcades
Of those reconvening,
Ebb and flow of
Aquamarine waves
Wrapped in lyrical brevity,
Kept implying deathlessness.
While the spumes
Like rhapsodists in a choir
Made me hear their passacaglia
Of epigrams, missals
And pericopes of life,
Sweeping over my feet
Kissing and trying
To take me back
To the immortality and eternity
Of wisdom and insights.
I found peace.
That is when I found peace.
~Nayanika Dey
From: India
Copyright ©: 7 June, 2016
Death is dead now in the pleasant lap of the Immortality.
It seems to sleep in peace, not having slept for thus long.
It is tired now after dying so many times, deadly drained.
The horrid Death appears a naughty child, now, subdued.
Its red awful eyes have sunk in soothed shade of eyelids
And its raw sharp teeth are shut within the freezing lips.
Its soul-less abstract figurine now lounges with a shape
As its quenchless vengeance on Life finished in its death.
Death is dead now, it will wake no more, not any more.
Life has reborn in deathlessness, Death shrunk into Life.
It was the end of the beginning that had certainly begun.
It is the beginning of the end, the ending devoid of end.
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