Though their highest potential destiny
May or may never become a part of reality,
Their transcendent love helped them see
All of their paths in which they can be free.
Though there were chances they never met,
They overcame days once filled with regret.
They had to learn through pain and lessons,
They had to accept they had confessions.
They had to find their true selves firsthand,
Then find each other in an ancient land.
The aspiring Hindu sage found a woman:
Always followed her intuition, did all she can.
Whenever this medicine woman spoke,
Something ancient deep within him reawoke.
She fully realized her powers in his presence,
Then he realized what is true love's essence.
I wish the whole world could come share
This park with me
With us
This Sunday afternoon
Run under the spire of blue sky
Green Earth
Shoes to their feet
Experience a freedom from fists and elbows
Fighting itself
Within a slavery box tucked in a palm
Come to this park
Where a dozen boys in a mix of colors
Team under the basketball hoops
And whoop it up
And a field-wide game of cricket
Unfolds with Indian teams in home-made jerseys
Women rocking their picnic baskets
Pickleballs batted over a dozen nets
Dog walkers and runners old and young
Boys and girls gay or not
Weaving this tapestry of happiness
The river streaming by like leaves in the sky
Last flowers aching
Deer peering behind the Oaks
The slanted heat of October sun
Shined upon all our faces
Forever and ever
As one.
Whenever I see a crescent moon phase,
I picture the crescent crowned on His hair,
For He clears my mind when it is in a haze,
As I chant to Him, Mahadev who's so fair.
Whenever I see the big open blue sky,
I picture the beautiful blue hue of His skin,
For when He appears I'll know it is not a lie,
As I chant, I shall recall my divinity within.
Whenever I see a deep and very still lake,
I picture Him in His ascetic state meditating,
For He has the deepest mind for our sake,
As I chant to Him, I too begin ascending.
Whenever I see anyone's genuine smile,
I picture Him and His serenely content face,
For He brings me joy for longer than a while.
As I chant, I see life's something to embrace.
At the bottom of our garden
there's a wayward wandering Jew
but I have yet to spot
a crawling Christian or dot a hiking Hindu
I'm adding to the landscape
if it takes me all week
going in steadfast search of
a meandering Moslem or a sauntering Sikh
yet as no rockery looks good without
and planting both who could really resist
for the ladybirds bees and butterflies
a creeping Catholic and a bustling Buddhist
He was calling me through the years.
He sat with me as I cried all my tears.
He was always near by my side,
And now I know it, from the inside.
His face always makes me feel at peace.
He always made my blessings increase.
His essence is growing within my mind,
As I realize to all and myself, I must be kind.
He forgives sins because he understands
All of the differents ways of life in all lands.
He is guiding me now towards the Light,
His essence shall make my soul so bright.
His images, although various, feel familiar,
As though I've known him in past lives prior.
He will be with me my entire life and beyond,
He will gift me a uniquely special bond.
She skates along the edge of sanity.
The line between disaster and divine.
Heart now tasting the inhumanity,
without the lonely sip of the sweet wine.
Digging whilst drowning the depths of darkness,
rummaging righteousness religiously.
God bleeding sunshine into her starkness,
pruning the soul hath lost prodigiously.
Placing the lotus seed into the earth,
seed splicing and spiraling down and up.
She senses the sprouts swaying, giving birth,
spilling atop the ground below the cup.
Watering new life, soaking up the ground.
Flower below the earth, above the mound.
Rani Chandra born in seventy-six
was a gorgeous Hindu actress
winner of the Miss Kerala pageant
famous throughout India and now the world
our country cheered her on with glee
Varanasi town’s radiance glows vibrant tonight
‘Neath the moonbeams soft autumn flow
It’s the full moon festival of the god’s sacred light:
Dev Deepawali; joyous spirits will glow
The Hindu month of Kartika is finally here
With lotus lakes sparkling bright
Women in stunning bright saris appear
With marigolds and songs of delight
Clay dija lamps will shine this night
In every corner of every room
To remind us of the god’s gift of light
And good and knowledge over evil and gloom
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
1.Diwali..Festival of lights..
2.Holi..Festival of colours..
3.Krishnashtami..Occassion of the birth of krishna..
4.Sallikattu..Package of coins..
5.Karwa chaut..Women pray for their men..
6.Durga Puja..Worshipping goddess durga..
7.Navaratri..Nine nights..
8.Dussehra..The day of victory..
9.Ram navami..birthday celebration of rama..
10.Ganesh Chaturthi..Ganesh anniversary celebration..
11.Dahi Handi..Pots filled with yogurt..
12.Makar Sankranti..Transition of Sun into Capricorn..
13.Raksha Bandhan..Brother-sister relationship..
14.Mahashivaratri..Great Night of Shiva..
15.Chhath Puja..Sky worshipping..
16.Kumbh mela..River-bank pilgrimage..
When hindus purchased africa in 3452 BC,
They gave every acknowledged people a modesting fee,
Add africa to our territory on your maps,
In exchange all prisoners can go there to relax,
The path of exile followed most in the time,
That did not want civil duties,
Africa was punishment and fine,
So it was there a people was formed,
From knowledge around the world,
And some who didn't conform,
They found out a lot together as one,
Becoming great empires marked by landmarks,
Fun.
But muslim became a thing when a man once said,
Why aren't these women clothed,
I'd imagine them all the time in bed,
So the people were ashamed,
This young man would rather imagine women,
Than be tamed,
It was said of course the man finally did,
Get his wish calling them provocative little kids,
Blinding men with desire so they'd never mature,
Bringing people to collapsing points in history and time,
Make men fight with each other because they want to be fine.
Which is the easiest way to make two
Indian states to fight?
One is to throw power, language, water-
Issues on their face.
So you’ll have got two Dravid states
Fighting eternally,
O’er slight and petite things for decades
Meaningless, mundane,
So that your Aryan Empire in the
North will have its way
Of flourishing and bringing in caste and
Sect-bred troops set free.
Not one but multiple such issues
Let loose on the south
On the twin sister-states of Tamil Nadu
And Kerala have worn
Out sistership, brotherhood and good-
Will among these two
Peoples, and eroded their history
Of a common past.
Mullapperiyar Dam Water Issue,
Imposing Hindi,
And Koodankülam Atomic Power
Plants are but a few,
Devised by central government to
Keep them warring on
And smoth’ring each other instead of
Pooling their resources.
We will examine each and weigh how
Hampered they progress,
Before we’re onto the treachery of the
Telengana State.
(Written and first published on: 08 December 2020)
Can also be read in full here: https://sahyadribooks-remesh.blogspot.com/2020/12/224-hindu-anarchy-coming-to-india.html
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At home with Shankara & Ramanuja
As with Spinoza, Kant, and Buber
Seventy years on earth, to 1950, heir
To Thought of East, West, 'Father Nature'
Fought for Independent India, from 'Raj'
Taught we must do spiritual evolution
Community and nation are a good start
But dissolve they must, peace past nationalism
Separation is overcome by One Identity
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Sri Aurobindo could use Brahman, Lila, and Supermind as with Heraclitus' Logos, and yet see "solidarity ... and mutability" as the great future, based on individual consciousness that evolves with supramental download s
NEVER give up said the ostrich.
Common sneers along the streets.
Come on, arrested emotions makes
the world crashed inside trash.
"Is this what we wish? What we
get? This is what we wish when
we wish to die."
Come on, please.
A cold. A piece of heart.
A place for the dying to forget.
From many memories i found myself.
Now and before and then again
forward -- ahead.
Oh, how many. Forgot themselves.
????????
JATISWAR.
I am almost too excited to sleep
Today Holi started
The Festival of spring, the end of winter
Celebrating the divine love of Radha Krishna
Triumph of good over evil
We will have a bonfire tonight
Where we will pray that our internal evil is destroyed
Like Holika the sister of the demon king
Who was killed in fire
I love the bonfire! I see her dancing to her death there
Tomorrow morning is my favorite time of the festival.
Rangwali Holi. Nothing like it! It is a free for all.
Everyone is game! We can smear everybody with colors.
We get out our water guns and water balloons.
Musical groups sing and dance for us.
Tomorrow night things will settle down.
We will visit our family members and eat Holi delicacies.
I love being Hindu!
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