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We must never forget that
we're human beings, above all.
We're God's children, all equal in his eyes.
We need to treat each other
with the utmost respect and dignity.
We need to learn how to peacefully co-exist.
Notwithstanding our deity of worship -
Whether you call God just that, God,
or Allah, or El-Shaddai, or Bhagwan.
Notwithstanding the language
we speak, or the accent
of our speech, domestic or foreign.
Notwithstanding our politics -
Democrat, Republican, or Independent,
or even party-free.
Notwithstanding our race -
White, Black, Hispanic, Asian; whether you
check "Other" on application forms.
Notwithstanding our religion -
Catholicism, Judaism, Hinduism, Mormonism,
Buddhism, Islam, and so on.
Notwithstanding our culture,
belief system, financial status, sexual orientation,
or how we dress. Whether we're believer or atheist.
Notwithstanding the side
of the railroad track we hail from...
We must never forget that
we're human beings, above all.
We're God's children, all equal in his eyes
We need to treat each other
with the utmost respect and dignity.
We need to learn how to peacefully co-exist.
In the final analysis, we are all equal!
Opinion Poetry Contest
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Date Written: 06/23/2020
This in reference to the famous poem of William Davies ,"Leisure ": What is this life if full of care, we have no time to stand and stare...
Endless wait, a lonely window pane
in a colorless world of corona despair
stop and paused, "poor life full of care"
that smile enriched, to "stand and stare".
See Davies, time vanished, untangled path
now in embraced arms of Mother Nature,
I step into her alleys, seamless beauty
In "streams full of stars", I find leisure
I turn and glance at her leaves and twigs,
their dance in breeze of tawny and green
singing through trees a choir of birds
rhapsody of colors, in silent fervent pulse.
petals touch me, emanating innocence
sunflowers nodding, fusion of red roses.
squirrels running, found their hidden nuts?
in pullulating grass, my memories all shut.
vermilion shades in its spring upholstery
meditation in mandala, teaches me poetry
a menthol aroma, a stimulus so serene
horizon to horizon, loveliness in between
In your osmosis I immerse, pores frenzied
inebriant in harmony, no more uncertainty
Soul liberated free, why didn't I before see ?
Mandala is a ritual symbol in Hinduism and Buddhism, represents spiritual journey within the individual
9th April 2020
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Meer Bai (1498-1546) was a Hindu mystic, musician, poet, and saint. She was born to a royal house, but gave up all privilege to live as a beggar, singing of her true love Krishna along the byways and in the marketplace. I have adapted two of her poems, striving as best I might to capture my sense of her person and persona.
I.
I want you to have all that I can provide:
The beauty of my gaze upon you
The grace of my mouth that praises you
The splendor of my strength in your defense
The glory of the scent of musk that is my body
For do we not speak of divine love?
We do.
II.
Never let it be forgotten, my love,
That I will bring to you
All the madness you require
To unfurl yourself
Across this universe.
#Come_let's_pray
Bring me the drum, the world is losing shape, I wanna beat echoes of my forefathers, rekindle my roots to take course, Africa and the world needs spiritual intervention, now
Take off my shoes, this journey is sacred, the sound from my drum wakes much more than anticipated,
I hear prophets with tongues, pleading for hope and safety,
The Rastafarians burning the cannibal, Islams and Hinduism both bowing up and down, Allah and Heil se lassie summoned
my listening ear continues to vibrate as it receives sangomas clapping hands with respect , communicating the enough is enough message to the ancestors
There's a backing of humming Christians , worshipping . Others kneeling while others standing, raising high their hands, pleading with the creator
My hands intensifies on the drum, the beating impacts my surrounding, traditional healers, medical doctors, seers and fortune tellers, hand to hand like a chain , the problem connects us,
Our differences invisible, all hearts dripping with pain, the sufferings pierces every blood dripping flesh,
These murders, these sicknesses, the violence, hunger, poverty and all sorts of crimes against humanity, like a slave's back, tattooed with stripes from his masters cane, the blisters visible on all our faces,
we are now forced to the prayer, come lets pray
#Poetic_Ink
Reader of stars saw in crystal ball,
told you will meet a wise women tall.
A beautiful princess spiritual like me,
a new neighbour next door I did see.
She had angelic beauty, poise and calm,
I tried my best to maintain my calm.
Philosopher with wisdom beyond her age,
talked about spirituality like a sage.
She awakened my Kundalini one day,
seemed like a Goddess is all I can say.
I became ecstatic, experienced bliss untold,
She vanished, about herself she never told.
__________________________________________
Note: Kundalini in Hinduism is a form of divine feminine energy. It is located at the base of the spine. This energy, when awakened, is believed to lead to spiritual liberation.
"I'll always be your devoted Raja
And you're forever my Rani;
as sacred to me as The Ganges.
Rain or shine, you'll remain
my magnificent obsession,
my oasis in the desert,
a perpetual tattoo stain
in my heart.
Together, we're unbreakable.
Neither father time nor death
can sever the ties that bind us."
A Raja To His Rani
"Mein tumse pyar karta hoon"....
The soulful whisper of love's promise.
Sanskrit translations:
"Mein tumse pyar karta hoon"(I love you)
Raja(King)
Rani(Queen)
Reference: Ganges River, great river of the plains of the northern Indian subcontinent, which from time immemorial has been the holy river of Hinduism.
Source: www.britannica.com/place/Ganges-River
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Chose line 1. The soulful whisper of love's promise
Date written and submitted: 08/19/2019
Because the Brain — grew quiet —
Men whispered — Soul —
As if a hidden Aviary
Escaped the mortal Shoal —
The Preacher set a golden Gate —
Beyond the failing Breath —
Where Christianity keeps its solemn watch
On Judgment — Life — and Death —
And Islam lifts a Crescent Hope —
Where Scales of Fire decide —
If Mercy — or the Stern Decree —
Shall draw the Soul inside —
The East — in saffron Patience — speaks —
Of Circles — without end —
Where Hinduism turns the Wheel —
Till Self and Silence blend —
And Buddhism — like a Lantern’s breath —
Declares no Soul remains —
Yet Something — like a Wind — proceeds —
Through unremembered Plains —
The Scholar folds his careful Hands —
And names it — Dust — and Done —
No After — but the kindly Dark —
When all the Work is spun —
The Agnostic — a quieter Bird —
Perches — between the Skies —
Confessing Ignorance — may be
The truest of replies —
But I — who heard the Meadow hum —
When Evening’s pulse was low —
Suspect that Life — like Fragrance — slips
Where we are blind to go —
Whether a Gate — or circling Flame —
Or Nothing — vast — and fair —
The Question — like a timid Star —
Persists — in Midnight Air —
And perhaps — the Gift — is not Beyond —
But Now — the fragile Gleam —
To love — before the Lantern fails —
And make of Breath — a Dream —
Manu strolled to his stainless sink
To wash his hands and have a think.
He reached for soap, a bar was handy,
A square pink cake that looked like candy.
He ran the water, fresh and cool,
And in his hands, it formed a pool.
Then, out of the water, to his surprise,
a tiny fish with bulging eyes
Appeared to Manu and woefully cried--
“Please, kind sir, don’t wash me away!
I have important words to say.
If you will raise me, then one day,
I’ll save your life, please let me stay!”
Manu responded, “Little Fish,
How shall I raise you? Grant your wish?
Shall I place you in a dish?
Your little home in which to swish?”
Fish answered, “In a jar for sure.
Until I grow and well mature.
Then in a pond you shall put me
Until I’m ready for the sea.
To keep his fish friend safe, Manu
Installed an inground swimming pool.
His neighbors laughed and mocked and drooled,
Said, “Evil fish has found His fool!”
And Manu said, “Don’t laugh, but pray!
A Flood is coming, Fish does say,
And Humanity will be swept away!
This fish will save my life one day!”
In time, when Fish was fully grown,
The largest fish mankind had known,
Manu and Fish to seashore went.
Humanity’s time was almost spent.
Now build a ship, Fish told his friend,
And it will save you in the End.
Then tie the ship to me, and I
Will take you to a mountain high.
And when the rainclouds did unleash,
That massive flood killed man and beast.
But Manu and The Fish survived.
And on the mountain top arrived.
And just as Fish had always said,
Humanity was now quite dead.
Overcome by the raging flood,
The world was cleansed of all bad blood.
But Manu on the mount was safe,
Against Fish’s wishes he never chafed.
And as the waters did recede,
The Fish told Manu he must leave.
His job was done, Manu was spared
Because for Fish’s life he cared.
And then Manu, now all alone,
Began descent to his new home.
Incineration of Love God Madan ( Cupid )
One of Many
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994
English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Prelude to this epic.
According to Indian mythology Madan the Love God or Cupid was asked to divert the attention of Lord Shiva*, the supreme God of Hindus, who was lost in deep meditation, so that Lord Shiva may be requested to help the Gods from the attacks of the demon supreme immortal Tarakasur. However, when Madan disturbed Him in meditation Shiva became too furious and opened His third eye. Madan the Cupid God got burnt by the fire of the anger of his third eye. This epic reveals many interesting incidents about this story later in this series…..
Hindi Name: Madan Dahan
Ages before in Satyug* or the Golden Age,
When Cupid was wandering in human form,
And humans were living on Earth,
Without passion and were even free from lust.
He kept man and woman all,
Intoxicated with the wine of love, and
Blended with the beauty and loveliness,
He was prevailing in every innocent heart.
He was dwelling as the charm of everyone,
In the tender heart of a woman,
And in the attractions of a youthful body,
Was wandering even, in the courtyards of Gods.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 20th April 2012
To continue…..
Clarifications:
*Yug or Yuga
Yuga in Hinduism, is the "Yuga (Age or Era) of Truth", when mankind is governed by gods, and every manifestation or work is close to the purest ideal.
* The cycle Yugas (Ages) in Indian mythology
The yugas are said to succeed each other almost endlessly. After the perfect Satya Yuga, a decline marks the Treta Yuga. Further decline brings about the Dwapara Yuga, and after it comes the final and dark Kali Yuga, a time of wickedness, when man kills another man. At the end of the cycle a Divine Being is said to take birth and reestablish righteousness, thus beginning a new Satya Yuga.
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My Christmas
To me Christmas is a Grand Celebration
irrespective of any religion,
world- wide accepted by every nation.
Exchange of warm wishes is prime.
Entertainment and heartiest Greeting
cheerful, joyful, beautiful meting
of friends, relatives, family and sibling
yearns to enjoy the festive time.
Happy birthday to Jesus, the Great Personality
I do not value Hinduism or Christianity.
By birth though Hindu, I honour only Humanity
the unique religion I like to follow.
Each year I decorate Christmas Tree.
I hang stars, jingle bells to swing free.
I invite my loved ones and make merry.
Bright candles are lighted and delighted to glow
12/24/15
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