Knowing we are spirit, not body-mind,
constant remembrance holds the key,
focus at all times, with bliss beats aligned,
that our presence may remain free.
With ego at play, we may oscillate,
time and again entering trance,
yet befriending silence, thought forms abate
and we soon straighten our soul’s stance.
We may liken this play as but a game,
wherein as both dreamer and dreamed,
mood and mode tranquil, we fulfil our aim,
our consciousness to heaven beamed.
Can I teach you my ways of leela?
I hope we share fun and meaningful times.
Can you teach me how to do yoga?
I hope our united Kundalini energy climbs.
Can I tell you stories of my childhood?
I hope you never feel the need to judge.
Can you tell me memories bad and good?
I hope you and I shall never bear a grudge.
Can I trust you with my so wounded heart?
I hope you still have the heart to truly trust.
Can I show you all my love even when apart?
I hope you know I learnt how to be more just.
Can I express my love in poem after poem?
I hope even if we part, someday you'll recall
All moments and talks, wherever you roam,
I hope you realize our love is not small at all.
If God did not play Hide & Seek with us
We would see GOD, all of God, nothing else!
So He hides, then gets more elaborate at hiding;
To humans He seems reluctant to be found - as it were -
Those who seek in earnest, will find Him
Because the Game has to end ... and begin again
This is what common people, unschooled, know
Jesus revealed as much about Abba Father; played it best
1. Avoid Manichaean Concepts and Boxing - making categories - of Human Beings
2. Watch your thoughts intensely, but kindly: judge no one, not even yourself. Enjoy the drama. We are actors anyways (Ask Shakespeare, or Hindu thinkers who flesh out the concept of Maya and "Krishna Lila.") Do STOP obvious evils.
3. ACCEPT: you are no better - or worse - than other human beings.
Anu; I think-
Give you a kiss-
Maybe I'm leaving,
Corona's gradual revolt-
The procession on the other side is mine
In time message-
Waiting for the eternal journey.
My endless night of rest
Tulsi agar sandalwood juice
Will be hidden-
In the shadows under the shadows,
The scent of your bunch of yellow flowers.
Anu is crying for you
All the veins and sub-veins carrying the juice of affection are trembling
When i think--
Nature will create the widow butterfly
Anu'll lose warm sleep in the cold
Whose heart is hidden-
The chirping of birds in the morning
The scent of new crops,
Numerous dormant particles.
Anu is not a minor today-
Inside him are countless waves of disobedient love
Flows without guilt-
Neuron fresh juice
Time's lips kiss the Anu too,
Just like me
And explodes in Leela in a pink hue
Sometimes it spreads like a white flower,
Flashes lightning-
The soul feels the soul.
Anu may be going to an unknown destination
Corona's gradual revolt-
Maybe no more kissing-
Now only daytime noon morning night
Sadly waiting
R-
Fear of the cheat corona's violent claws,
The water of tears ran away
Still wish-
I kiss you, Anu ..
Leela is Mahadev's creation
Of the creation here
To write Leela, we have been
Originated from creation here
Colouring with all the breath
In mind day night
In the greatness of devotion
There is no relation's fight
The ladder is held by the SHIV
MAHADEV is a sweet name
With devotion and determination
The song of Shiva's Prem
Hariman is the name of BHAKT
Not all actions are celebrated part
Evils of accumulated wealth of few
The knot of the many broken heart
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Leela (Hindi) = Miracle, Nature
SHIV (Hindu) = GOD
MAHADEV (Hindu)= GOD
BHAKT (Hindi) = Devotee
PREM (Hindi) = Love
Composed by :(c) Hariom Sharma, CFA
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I chased Leela Kilpatrick as a game
She turned around and kicked me with no shame
To mama that day
I just had to say
I thought she tried to live up to her name!
COPLA CUARENTA Y SIETE: This Bad Guy World
Could humans be thought intelligent
And gods dumb blind bloody heartless:
Might it look true
Or are humans made to relent
Higher design by gods no less:
More likely true
Supreme God uses toddler gods
The rhythmic Shiva dance divine:
Yang-Yin la-di-da
Till humans learn to become gods
And submit to His Grand Design:
Lordly lila*
• Lila (leela): In Hinduism, the Supreme Being (Brahman)
in a magical creative act manifests himself in the Universe acting out the
“Divine Play” through a rhythmic dance (of Shiva), and the “Divine Actor” casts
a spell on the beholder of the creative act which appears as an illusion (maya)
to him. And then He returns to Himself.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Memories mottle my butterfly’s wings
Shimmering and cute they are from my past
And a new song the bard in me now sings
On two sweet ones from the database vast.
“ Chitra Salabh” is the word in my tongue
For this insect so loved by old and young
But “Chitra” is our star female playback
Those days, my son was learning his speak
TV was on.. and” Chitra” , mentions some one
Hearing the word, jumps up for joy, my son
And exults, “ I saw chitra”..Too young then
To know ’ Chit’, ’ Butterfly’ was what he meant
Some years on, a lovely lady I met
Leela Naidu, wife of poet Dom Moraes
“A double grandma, I am now” , she said,
“ But are those butterflies still there in your place?”
“Those black and white ones I saw in my youth”.
I knew not then she was Miss India once
And a sizzling Bollywood beauty, to boot
All that I learnt a little late, by chance.
For P.D’s ‘Old butterfly poem”
S.Jagathsimhan Nair, 09 Oct 2011
There they are
living within our hearts while
coloring our world like rainbows over the sky
they seem like bits of fluff blowing whilly nilly in the wind
pausing now and again
to take in moments of bliss, laughter and playfulness-
We love them
gently and firmly guiding these
tiny humans that live with our blood flowing through
their veins reminding us of our young lives formerly spent
reminding us of how the world
appears like a huge unknown
I smiled yesterday
when Rishi said he wanted to watch a dvd with all of us
on the chesterfield with a blanket over us
and then eating popcorn
Leela immediately agreed and we hunkered down
after dinner
grandparents and grandchildren
together again.
I've heard there is a one eyed Goddess.
More elusive than the Ignas Fatuus.
A violet cloud of Will o'the Wisp,
with one great eye and two red lips.
Looking for the perfect time
To grasp her heart and make it thine.
But beware her boots and her heart.
Both, severe pain, can impart.
Look for that one, special thing.
That'll Make her laugh, make her sing.
You find it but she will not see.
That one great eye wasn't looking at thee.
Perhaps there is special fate.
Two thousand years, not long to wait.
A lavender sylph, to embrace.
Find love here, or deep in space.
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