The soul that sees all alike
O equality to strike,
Sees every soul as his own,
In all finds the soul his own,
He scarce can anyone hate,
As all equal does he rate. || 6 ||
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Translations | 04.09.2026 | hate, life, self/soul, creatures, Rhyme
Note: Only when we see the other soul/being as different from us, the negative emotions of competition, fear, envy, hate etc would take hold in us. If we see them in us, and in us them in a world of non-duality, such feeling would disappear, this verse says.
There is wealth of wisdom in ancient Sanskrit texts . This series on Jewels from Upanishads covers selected verses from various Upanishads of which there are as many as 120. We select a few verses only the major ones, beginning with Ishaa Vaasyam. The translation here is not verbatim but freely done. The transliteration of the verse follows. Alas I have to remove all the transliteration symbols.
yah tu sarvani bhutani
atmani eva anu-pashyati |
sarva bhuteshu cha atmanam
tatah na vijugupsate || 6 ||
See verse 6.29 of Bhagavad-Gita that talks in similar tone.
To sunless blinding gloom of devil,
And wrapped in dark shadows of evil,
The soulless void of faith
Would sure befall ‘pon death---
Those that in ego’s spell their soul kill. || 3 ||
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Translations | 03.09.2026 | dark, death, evil, faith, Rhyming Quintain
Note: This verse says, do not kill your soul, the atman, or else, …Bhagavad-Gita also says: uddharet atmana atmanam, na atmanam avasadayet... Lift up your soul by yourself, never thwart it. He’s your friend and foe depending on how you treat it.
There is wealth of wisdom in ancient Sanskrit texts . This series on Jewels from Upanishads covers selected verses from various Upanishads of which there are as many as 120. We select a few verses only the major ones, beginning with Ishaa Vaasyam. The translation here is not verbatim but freely done. The transliteration of the verse follows. Alas I have to remove all the transliteration symbols.
asuryah nama te lokah
andhena tamasa-avrtah |
tan te pretya abhi-gachchanti
ye ke cha atma-hanah janah || 3 ||
The word a-suryah means sunless, if spelled asuryah, it would mean barbaric or evil.
Reflecting
Lost to the world
I stand at the shores edge
As the crisp blue waves
with white laced edges
gently touch the sand
beneath my feet
and gently breath
first slowly in
then slowly out
bringing with them small gifts
valuables once lost
Now shaped by rhythms
of tumbling and churning
Reshaping according to time
Often now collected
as sea weathered fares - distressed
Just as sea glass twinkling
like new jewels
A treasure in the making
My thoughts come back
to the sounds and scents
of a nearby beach barbecue
Sausages bacon - smoked
Sizzling under the sun
Spitting with the heat
These mingled with a greasy aroma
of hot buttered onions
ready for hot dogs
or english breakfast maybe
Who knows
But the expectant crowd were happy
Each eagerly playing their part
in preparing the feast
Just like everyone else
Ready to place
One foot ahead of the next
And step into the day
Taking on each challenge it brings
One by one
Bringing in the new
Letting go of the old
Rhythm of life
Akin to the sea
Tattered with taped corners, the teen's sagging
shoebox holds heavy doorknob swagger.
Seen outside when four while playing princess,
to her the antique knobs were jewels.
Rays of purples, black and clear orbs, beams
of gold-brass and blues dart in sun's magic.
The teen daydreams of her someday love and
their shared, 'boxed' fate to make doorknob art.
crystal cluster scintillate on etheric arm silvery
throned in centre I sit pert alert
observing galaxies glitter gloriously at golden gate
silent stars circling dance luminosities, flawlessly
ordained with eternal breath echoing eerie
I shake ringed jewels from cobalt space ~
A pine cone falls
on a silvan carpet
and transmutes
into jade, crystalline gems
shot through with stars
and moonflower smiles
in the fairy carousel
by fevered candlelight
of reverie.
No jack-of-all-trades
but master of one
it's safe to say
the combination spun
Jack was a safecracker
had it down pat
and a crackerjack
cracksman he was at that
not a people person
he'd sneak down halls
more a steeplejack
and shinny up walls
jimmy a window
then with stealth
jewels unload
remove the wealth
crack the code
find the fault
turn the tumblers
open the vault
locks he'd smash
break the bank
relieve the loot
of locked stashed cash
Stolen jewels from the Louvre
Priceless heist made by ghouls
The criminals bold scaled the wall
They caught two but will they talk
THE CROWN JEWELS
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Queen Xena, a squirrel, was a female hoarder beyond measure,
for her crown jewels she surely did treasure.
she hid them in the kingdom’s storage locker
along with the fact that she was a punk rocker
The keys and her reputation were safe, safeguarded by her personal dresser.
Then it came to pass, surely you’ll gasp!
Xena’s jewels were lost, away from her claw-like grasp.
“Oh what’s become of my jewels, I’m coming undone.
I’ll find the perpetrator and shoot him with my pea gun.”
“Who’s the perp?” You just had to ask.
Eyewitnesses said, “The thief wore a black mask, was ‘big clawed.
We seen him scampering about the forest and the royal quad.”
At police headquarters, they wrote their statements
Xena filed an insurance claim, believing in suspect’s escapement.
Later texted her friend, the masked racoon. “No one suspects us of insurance fraud.”
darkness i once walked
demons of the past followed
now...the path i walk
lights up my way, as i pick
up the jewels 1.2.3
"The days are jewels, keep them with care". Jackie Kennedy
Aquamarine were summers with siblings
beneath skies of blue riding bikes or swimming.
Days of emerald too were times we spent outside -
barefoot on our lawn, badminton rackets in hand.
We’d stroll past Grandpa’s cornfield down the country lane
searching for raspberries to pluck.
Such awesome times of jade were games we played outside.
Rose quartz I collected as romantic daydreams.
Stories I read in books (depending on their plot)
glittered like gems of amethyst or citrine.
Pearls were winter weekends spent sledding or skating
but diamonds were holidays with family.
Opal’s shifting colors were my school days.
Slumber parties glistened an iridescent pink.
With my sisters I'd talk into black onyx nights
and chase summer’s fireflies that shimmered peridot.
Most fondly of all do I recall first love.
Red ruby’s passion set my heart aglow.
No other memories have shone more brightly than
the precious jewels of my youth.
How she loved diamonds, her birthstone.
Literally diamonds were her best friends.
She worked very hard and each piece
of jewelry she bought made her happy.
Cluster of diamonds or solitaires, emeralds
and sapphires with diamonds set in precious
metals of gold or platinum, earrings, bracelets,
necklaces in gold and Rolex gem-set watches.
The most precious ones were the four carat diamond
solitaire ring, the twelve carat graduated
Riviere necklace bought at auctions and the Rolex
watch with diamond-set bezel and dial.
She collected her precious jewels for decades.
Those precious jewels were her pride and joy.
Her eyes sparked when she showed them, and
her excitement filled the room with joy.
She died ten years ago, and her eldest daughter
kept them without sharing any with her sister.
Where are the precious jewels now?
Sold, pawned, or given away?
"J" With Four Options 7-30-25
Family and friends are God given the treasures to our hearts – the precious jewels that adorn our lives. Quote by poet.
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The Precious Jewels
Companions on my journey precious jewels
Each a treasure in my heart
When I grow weary their ruby strength
Leads me rest in lush valleys
Where peridot sparkle
Chases the ebony of night
Into topaz silence
Like faithful dragonflies
With soothing balms in amethyst visions
Like emerald leaves of my youth
They whisper of turquoise skies W
When days had no wrinkles
Dispelling tears of cloudy occlusions
With diamond purity of carved onyx
Remembering each one engraved in the facets
As I gather precious pearls of our memories
From morning moonstones and garnet twilights
Into a diadem
Of good and faithful friends and family
Gifts from a king without a birthday
By Poet "Great memories are the best kind to have but some memories bring a waterfall of tears."
all little girls like to play dress up
mom had great hats, bags and pearls
her pretty white pearl necklace was long
around my neck
hitting my knees
her floppy hats were very colorful
the big red one almost covered my face
bringing out my pink rose blush tiny cheeks
I loved her big colorful bags
some with straps some with metal chains
playing for hours made me all grown up
at the time I did not know value
of this costume pretty white pearl necklace
a few dollars when new
years later I found them
new she only paid a few dollars
now all these years later I found them
where she left them sitting in an old box
the precious jewels I played with for hours
now with meaning more than if they were real pearls
For Sir Brian Strand's 1399 Poetry Contest
29 July 2025
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grass blades gently gleam.
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