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Since Psychiatrists have lost their superficial reputation,
applied philosophy as metaphysical existents is the realization.
That ideology proofs the infinite potential of the mind,
by the soul enabled life force that provides all challenges behind.
Mental surface impressions making the mind to an emotional sponge,
whereas spiritual aspiration are the negating conscious for once.
The mental eye blinded by immediate result and satisfaction,
while the soul knows the purpose related determination.
Not given the real source enough attention introspective,
creating lost personalities in related circumstance respective.
The individual soul as part of cosmic consciousness,
create the prowess of the involution of karmic justice.
The mental disorder is the lack of true intuitive perception,
the logic contaminated mind as handicapped conception.
Digging deep into profundity is nothing new,
ancient theories provide lots to ponder on and to chew.
Mindology just another name for the same problem,
peoples superficial thinking and not getting to the bottom.
The ocean of the almighty has swept me in,
Each battle of existence I easily win;
Needs of health, wealth, fame, fortune, and endowments met,
My life, like the rhythm of the cosmos, is set...!
I feel as though Buddha, the truly enlightened,
I enter a state of nirvana, unfrightened;
Likes and dislikes, like twigs in falls, are now withered,
Divine grace, like daily bread, per need, delivered...!
I seek him in truth; eat his body; drink his blood;
His life flows in me, like the waters of a flood;
I am meek and humble of heart to uphold him,
My joy, like a pitcher near wells, fills to the brim...!
His body was broken, and blood was shed; for me,
His grace makes me, here on earth, his kingdom to see;
There's no involution, but evolution now,
Christ is my life; in him I live; to him I bow...!
30 January 2023
The enemies talk, and receive applause
Their repertoire stays the same
Only it’s getting a little bit worse
A step shorter towards the end game
The funny thing is that all understand
We get closer to animals the humans wiped out
The UN may express the best worry they can
May organize the grand meeting about
But it’s obvious, not only to the masterminds
That the point of so called no return
Has already been passed, and no one could find
The alternate route to take on
We are undergoing involution
For quite some time, since the World War 1
And actually, it didn’t end with solution
That exactly states what was won
No rational reason explains how on earth
We’ve come to this state of affairs
Was it written in genes since the first man’s birth?
I’ve no clue, I guess nobody cares.
War at Kurukshetra (Bharat) was great,
Where human and divine face to face met;
Arjuna and Pandavas won the tough war,
Arrogant powers of Gauravas brunt bore;
Could this be compared to Goliath-David?
Where humility and faith in God got elated;
Though won and gained glories abundant,
David depended on divine triumphant;
Arjuna, in Kurkshetra war, knew his power,
Yet pleaded the power of God to empower;
God too heeded him and came to his help,
Does God leave the children just to self-help?
Though the war was fought long-long ago,
Implications of it make us many miles go;
When we’re wearied and need God’s favor,
He’s ready waiting to hold our hands ever;
Amidst sufferings and shadows of pain,
Decease and death and physical corruption;
Hands of God is ever extended over us,
His footprints guide and safely lead us;
Kurukshetra war or Israel-Palestine fight,
Buddhist uprising or Chinese conflict;
Abyssinia or Somalia or Yugoslavia,
Lebanese fights or wars of Pakistan-India;
Humans should control the surging ego,
Or fall will go before their pride does go;
Forgetting divine power if we proceed,
History will forever to involution recede…
22 July 2021
The ocean of the almighty has swept me in,
Each battle of existence I easily win;
Needs of health, wealth, fame, fortune, and endowments met,
My life, like the rhythm of the cosmos, is set...!
I feel as though Buddha, the truly enlightened,
I enter a state of nirvana, unfrightened;
Likes and dislikes, like twigs in falls, are now withered,
Divine grace, like daily bread, per need, delivered...!
I seek him in truth; eat his body; drink his blood;
His life flows in me, like the waters of a flood;
I am meek and humble of heart to uphold him,
My joy, like a pitcher near wells, fills to the brim...!
His body was broken, and blood was shed; for me,
His grace makes me, here on earth, his kingdom to see;
There's no involution, but evolution now,
Christ is my life; in him I live; to him I bow...!
Massive, monumental, mammoth, mighty, and marvelous
Has my magnificence been devoid of arduousness?
With an unknown collision of plates, as though two hearts
With folding, faulting, and fondling, nature creates my parts.
There's in me, life-like evolution and involution.
Volcanoes and earthquakes bring me inner persecution.
I try to grow tall with my steep, sharp, sloping, sliding sides.
Within my compassionate folds, any scared creature hides.
With snow capped peaks, valley glaciers, and river gorges
I've flora and fauna that are gorgeously glorious.
Caring cliffs call the creatures to the peaks to touch the sky.
Fountains, streams, and rivers from me towards the sea flow by.
Amidst strong stone shifting, rock rifting, and boulder bouncing
Amidst storms, rains, avalanches, landslides, and floods, astounding
I exist, as the plains and seas, a part of the cosmos.
When and how I'll rise or fall, the Almighty alone knows.
Soul Healing
Breathe in.
This moment.
In stillness, find acceptance.
Life’s involution swirls,
yet flows toward convalescence,
in beauty,
In solace.
An eternal, calm canvas.
A silent symphony of souls.
Presence introduces you to mindfulness,
The other you, at rest.
In between days.
Moments.
Mind, body, connection as one.
Listen to the silence.
Give way to hope.
And birth in reflection.
A new hope.
Step away from the edge.
A wooden duck sits still.
Upon the lake.
While the world spins,
out of control, in a haze,
On golden violet.
Breathe deeply here.
Even the refrigerator hums a
Refreshing tone.
Listen! Listen.
As the wind holds its breath.
No breath.
We all need these moments. Now.
That the healing speaks.
Life is just a long or short journey,
for every creature in this world,
that includes birth, growth, death
and reincarnation or rebirth in the
One and only Infinite Being
of Eternal Conscious Existence or God,
where the main real objective and purpose of it is
for God to realize and know Himself,
through that of all of His
highest evolved forms in creation,
which are human beings,
be it any man or woman,
by a process of Involution and Realization
as being Omnipresent, Infinite and Eternal
and to experience,
for those who attain the goal;
which can only be attained here on the earth,
the infinite divine power, knowledge, love and bliss,
which are all the very essence and true nature
of That Indivisible and Unfathomable Creator.
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The constant change of light through the year,
natures responsibility to create ethos at peer.
Souls awareness of history to which its owes its rise,
in poised intent by virtues integral surprise.
That attraction will be about its seeking source,
principles for which we are on an individual course.
The force within that owes its origin to the whole,
spheres coincide with that sense of belong.
Procurement by light and shade and its identity,
mystic dark matter and its sovereignty.
Agent of intellectual properties and kindred touch,
dreams in its bodily limitation deserving so much.
Reaching towards the supreme that true present,
flowing time that leads to eternal essences.
The waters of our body have caused a doubt,
dark involution of the celestial sphere about.
The light as source from the lover glows keen,
time shifts the ethos in more light better seen.
Seldom do we think about you,
Wasp, dear, though you're God's creature too;
Might be owing your severe sting,
And, then, your flash-like sudden fling;
We add to our aversion, strong,
Who does, hence, dare to hear your song...?
Laborers, like honey-bees, smart,
Queen seated at the cool comb-heart;
All in familial love-bond,
None from the other does abscond;
Your colony is a wonder,
None could enter there to plunder...!
Symbol of rising above plights,
Reaching all limitless of heights;
Aiming at fresh evolution,
Declining from involution;
You have morals to teach creatures,
With your fashionable features...!
30 June 2022