The guru’s welcome address
asks his students to suppress
lust and tread gently on earth,
faith-filled heart bubbling with mirth.
We cannot say we agree,
since we’d rather roam carefree,
mood and mode, embrace-release,
garnering the truth with ease.
Instead of suppressing lust,
steering heart towards deeds just,
doing thus, standing erect,
we do as God does direct.
There’s no shortcut, walk the talk
and before fear forms don’t balk,
simply purifying heart,
God-search in silence jump start.
As for faith as blind belief,
how can we turn a new leaf,
until we are touched by grace
and we see God face to face?
Of course negating desire,
ignites our heart’s sacred fire,
thus the Buddha’s middle way,
perhaps may make earth life play.
Holy books do seek to teach,
just as weary pastors preach,
so we listen and reflect,
which boxes need to be checked.
Mind’s shore let go, to know more,
eavesdropping through space-time’s door,
whence knowing we don’t exist,
we transform as a bliss mist.
What’s relinquished is ego,
prone to exchange blow for blow,
driven by feral instinct,
consciousness not yet love inked.
Making heart pure and unstained,
we’re then from ego unchained,
whence with light of Self revealed,
in time stretched stillness we’re healed.
We are not this body-mind.
When this clear truth is divined,
immersed in meditation,
we entwine with creation.
Upon garnering clear sight,
we dance in drunken delight,
knowing life as but a dream,
of thought forms we chose to stream.
To which object should we cling,
when in truth there is no-thing
and even we don’t exist,
save as spirit, a bliss mist?
In time stretched staid stillness sedate,
ascend, pause and consolidate
tranquil poise as our default mode,
mindful that thought forms do not bait.
Though long and winding is the road,
resting mind, we let soul decode
God’s pulsations of love and light,
breath by breath lightening heart’s load.
Deeming fears and desires as blight,
in repose by day and by night,
we embody the boons of grace,
blooming and garnering clear sight.
With no earth bound goals left to chase,
all attachments as we efface,
as we shine in our inner glow,
we’re held by God in close embrace.
though pen whispers its words,
even echoes perceive its poignant allure,
beyond the scratched surface, it breathes deep,
percolating the senses with its aura—
sniffed as the fragrance of rose.
in thought’s depths nib probes,
to uncover the truth hidden in words—
splashed on the parchment of beasts,
gleaming like stars through the night’s dark sky.
it lifts chaff from the winnowed grains,
to plant in great minds the beauty that grows,
and gleams in billowing beacons as hope despite gloom,
winning hearts, garnering accolades in droves.
still it purifies ponderings and erases errors—
not with force but with subtlety
of persuasion, illumination, and quiet candour—
to rejuvenate and kindle weary souls.
Through waking, dreaming, deep sleep, death and swoon,
being wave forms on the ocean’s surface,
as is waxing and waning of the moon,
the substratum of existence is grace.
God’s grace is invoked when our mind is still,
purified heart free from fear and desire,
whence yoked with God’s will, voids within us fill,
ego consigned to the funeral fire.
Made in God’s image, we are living light,
one without a second, outside space-time,
recognised upon garnering clear sight,
when we’re lost in love betwixt bliss beat’s chime.
We are not the body, we are not this ~
We are existence, consciousness and bliss
The self-whirling storm blows over the placid surface
of the wilderness encompassing my deserted life.
Unaware of the niche of bliss nestling in my heart,
I fail to discover the oasis of the gentle ambiance,
not until the debris of the wrecked lives I witness
crushed in the tempest of the tormenting times.
The teary faces of starving children on the pavement,
the stony eyes of mothers who lost their children,
the silent sighs of the destitute resigned to destiny,
all crowd in my arid wasteland with poignant pathos,
yearning to find in the quietude of their suffering
the ever-flowing fountain of divine benevolence.
Garnering the grace of God in the sanctum of soul,
the reservoir of generous humane feelings I empty
to assuage the pain of those hurt under the fallen sky,
convey God’s eternal blessing of sanguine solace
to kindle hope in the dark abyss of anguished hearts
with the consoling candle of compassion.
I’m overjoyed perceiving how positively
the deranged course of life stream can be changed
by the overwhelming power of kindness.
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What is to be expected? Mr Trump finally was elected.'
Before was Biden.' Yet there were forces behind him
Holding gold? And other riches.' Influencing this world
By almost un-seen stiches.' Garnering power destroying
So much reveling and disporting.' Deploying much lust'
Of world the apperatus, the opperating machine just how
Much did they own? Seventy percent? Or thirty? Unknown
Or so it seems.' Yet they could give a racehorse as a gift
I would guess a dozen yachts, small armies of influence
You get my drift? On whats what? So would they go easy?
Into an unfriendly night.' Or would they hold onto their levers of might.? Might they not consider? We shall appear
To do less.? And any in power we'll hand some real stress
Along with an advisory' on just how much they can do.!
To instill a charade of difference.? Just a thought now mind
You!!)
What regrets remain to repair,
which requires estranged souls to pair,
that thus so garnering clear sight,
we see all hearts glow in God’s light?
Whence unshackled from our mind tree,
though dwelling in form, soul is free
and as in time, peaks bliss delight,
we see all hearts glow in God’s light.
Transformed by love’s magnetic burn,
soul transmutes in mind-body urn;
when our aura’s hue becomes white,
we see all hearts glow in God’s light.
To reclaim our Self unalloyed,
we choose to plunge into the void,
whereupon from heavenly height,
we see all hearts glow in God’s light.
The flame of awareness is held by God,
who is distanced from soul by the ego,
so to awaken in mind-body pod,
all beliefs and concepts, we must let go,
shifting into silence in stillness slow.
When released from fetters of lower mind,
on shifting to the heart, loving and kind,
garnering clear sight, we see our own light,
which always was but to it we were blind;
how our aura glows, radiant pure white!
Life is a full of feelings and thinkings,
This word may be same for all..
But indicates different meanings;
To get life from God and to do
something for living as a life.
Life is life for all, but that life
Comes to know after done something big
Which gives success....
Life is a sinking ship. A fresh dawn
is just another attempt at garnering hope;
To survive what would have otherwise been!
a dark and gloomy existence..
Experiments, creations can be done in life
But not with life*
Have to be successful with "karma"
and have to get destiny.
Life is not immortal as life means jeena*
And time limits in God hand..
To make an identity of that life
Have to do some extra ordinary that prices..
Life is beautiful pain
Have to be face that to get fame and relaxation after facing it against.
Bhayalina Baishya
Where remains narrow thought, when two hearts entwine,
dissolving completely in each other’s eyes,
cosmic fire birthing rapture as souls align,
with divine magnetism causing bliss to rise,
renewing its pulse as love for love does pine,
presence delighting in each offered surprise?
Seraphic music soft and slow, hearts aglow,
makes eye single, as love continues to grow.
Where remains our will, when we choose to be still,
relying solely on the mind of our heart,
sipping divine nectar of gods to our fill,
breath by breath thus feeling, bliss ignition start,
union of polarities, a sublime thrill,
wherein compassion deems no soul stands apart?
Continual rapture of soundless thunder,
is beheld by presence in childlike wonder.
No thoughts, no desires, love yet inflicts a burn,
transmuting each cell of form as living light
and as nodes within churn, for God’s touch we yearn,
becoming the beacon that banishes night,
paving the way for soul’s heavenward return,
growing in wisdom and garnering clear sight.
Joy, empathy, compassion; colours of love,
magnetically draw in grace from above.
What was surreal is now the new normal,
as we bilocate between form and vast space
and although we follow no practice formal,
simply ambling through life at an easy pace,
we have now encountered the paranormal,
garnering wisdom of sages, by God’s grace.
Operating from heart instead of the mind,
we no longer flounder about like the blind.
Conditioned belief and our jaundiced eye,
prejudges other souls we chance to meet
and we pause not to ask the reason why,
our deluded soul feels not their heartbeat.
Our stuporous stance causes soul to sink,
looking at outer form and not heart warm,
ignorance our chink; we’re free if we blink,
surrendering to love’s benign bliss storm.
God’s sublime light is aflame in each heart,
beheld by souls who are childlike and pure,
based upon their choice to add love to cart,
garnering clear sight, making touch demure.
Shift from head to heart is what sets us free,
unshackled at long last, from our mind tree.
The continuance
of our beliefs, cultures, and dreams,
remains steadfastly anchored within our children,
it's no wonder we love them so.
We assure them that the bogeyman doesn't exist
in this world,
warning how fear can affect lives,
harden hearts, and displace love.
We teach the emergence of man
from animals to human beings.
And though young minds bristle with questions,
we help them figure out the answers on their own.
And emphasize the importance of truth,
garnering karma from both our failures
and our successes.
We introduce them to faith,
where compassion and forgiveness flourish,
fueled by hope and God's eternal love.
And we pray, when we pass life’s baton to them,
our children, like ourselves,
will carry on as ambassadors of love.
Do we not wake up each morn,
refreshed, energised, reborn,
magnetism suffusing form,
touch tender, loving and warm?
Sans thought, soul presence in heart,
feels therein love’s bliss hum start,
divine refrain, free from strain,
boons bestowed, which we ingrain.
Though we’re awake, senses rest
and as nodes jostle in jest,
the sound of one hand clapping
is heard, while we are napping.
With no earthy goals to chase,
stretching time, dissolving space,
connected thus with our soul,
our heart feels at peace and whole.
Choosing to remain as such,
garnering wisdom by touch,
entwined with the universe,
orbs of soul’s light, pen a verse.
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