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From the unmanifest all worlds arose,
with control delegated to a god,
who whilst shape shifting, can strike any pose,
to which heart feels drawn in mind-body pod,
that pure wisdom and power in us grows,
enabled upon giving love our nod.
The gods we believe in are everywhere,
so form or formless, as of free will pair.
God being the all, dwells in every form
and made in His image, we are as He
but the form we speak of is a bliss storm,
eternal living light, soul’s eye can see,
once touched by kundalini’s currents warm,
whereupon beyond concepts, we just Be.
Our being-ness thus, entwined with the all,
is complete freedom, our soul does recall.
At the crossroads, paths of seekers divide,
with a personal God, the choice for most,
whilst a few souls in the void wingless glide,
to freedom absolute as they so coast,
they find the highest God in heart inside.
Whatever be our path, first and foremost,
to be self-taught, we must first slow down thought,
reducing all fears and desires to naught.
In the sunset eve of my life,
A recurring thought plagues my mind:
How can I, as a parting soul,
Discard my past and leave behind
My shame, like shoes put off in porch,
Pain, prejudice, like clothes worn out,
And leave all on my pyre to scorch,
And set off on journey sans doubt.
Thoughts on death, commonest of rage,
Trouble a parting traveller,
Bent down with some needless luggage,
On lips a pardon, last prayer,
Regrets for not living so light,
His dead body left like a lumber,
Oh, waiting on platform of plight,
For a train not knowing whither!
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Musings |06.05.2024| life, death
We navigate life's stanza's quirky rhyme,
as through obscuring fog we strain to see
two well worn roads on the landscape of time.
One leads through the mist of what's yet to be,
revealing lofty mountains we will climb,
and a grown prince and princess, you and me.
Images, sometimes false and sometimes true,
we discern what will be of me and you.
Another lane shows places we have been,
where airy mem'ries float and waft through trees.
We play the sweet game of remember when,
and in the time it takes to sneeze,
we wish to do it all over again
as reminiscence floats off in the breeze.
Right here, these two paths cross under the sun,
and this grand time is now, my special one.
So it is written, so it is read,
when kings and peasants meet the death hour,
no longer will peasants be unfed,
no more, the wealthy to devour.
Until now, you've been sorely misled.
There will be a change of power.
Spirits will then play different roles.
So illuminates the book of souls.
Hark, the two-headed reptile's speech.
Listen closely to every word.
From sacred scrolls, you hear him preach,
amidst pleas for mercy, he's undeterred,
as rich oppressors do beseech,
their punishment till death, deferred.
Prepare to sleep on a bed of coals,
and read up on your book of souls.
“Let not narrowness of ego decoy ~
Every delusion, seek, search and destroy”
~ quote by poet
Defined as dislike of foreign races,
xenophobia retards growth of soul,
for we look at outer form of faces
and not God’s light within that makes us whole.
Oh hermit, narrow judgment defaces
our heart, deflecting us from our life’s role,
so let’s look deeper than mind-body form,
invoking by love, a benign bliss storm.
It is not only race, colour or caste
to which our heart reacts with aversion.
Beliefs of others oft leave us aghast;
we pause not to examine their version,
since within our closed minds, the die is cast
and ego fears in clear truth immersion.
Let’s wait not then for the next equinox,
becoming soul centric, here now detox.
28-April-2023
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How street lamps cast a pallid light,
Which bleeds, through this angst I bestow
On thoughts dim … flamed by an invite
To leave a dwelling, soul of woe
While ambling far one rose held tight;
A wish faint and falling quite low :
The smudge of rain, its drop a haze
Which grips a widowed time’s malaise.
Could another place find my voice
Where suffering eases life’s thorns?
How tears plunge, my words cannot hoist
My wail for guidance when eve mourns
When fate, harsh, won’t let me rejoice
This new dawn till time’s grace adorns,
A rising hope , my second chance…
To dance again as years advance.
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Theme: A wish faint and falling
Life’s cyclic existence from death to rebirth
best understood this season of burgeoning.
Flora, as Phoenix, rises from the sodden earth
in graceful flourish of death unburdening
itself with fritillaries flashing its worth
and earning its illustrious guerdoning.
Season of bursting verdant new beginnings.
Showy production of clever Spring’s winnings.
Bold lilies and crocus burst in brilliance,
anticipating full Spring’s warming sunlight,
with yellow, white, and purple resilience
from wintry soil in Spring’s comforting delight.
The signals of Winter and Spring consilience,
ground covered in a kaleidoscopic sight.
Winter behind, Spring eagerly looks forward,
charges persistently with ebullience onward.
" VA PENSIERO, " was one of the most
famous of Verdi's masterpieces:
the Chorus of the Hebrews slaves
lamenting for their Motherland
by the Euphrates' River...as
Nabuchadnezzar II, the tyrant,
decided their sordid fate,
to silence their indisputable faith!
Zucchero has made it widely known,
by changing the lyrics to a modern theme,
it's sumptuous melody is still the same,
connecting the bridges of past and future;
in his uTube video, the misery
of the hungry and destitute children
is clearly evoked and profoundly felt,
as mountains, oceans and cities dazzle in beauty!
The singer had the vividiest imagination,
taking along his son on his memorable jeourney,
to show him what the thought of a dreamer can accomplish,
to go beyond any unreachable boundary,
and find the purpose and motivation:
visualizing how the changes can affect everyone's freedom!
Go there with him with your ultimate wish and dream;
and what seemed impossible can finally become real!
" VA PENSIERO, " is the right and logical song
for our troubled times to persuade Presidents and Kings to do good,
so that they may alliviate, with their kindness, some
of the acute pains and correct the many injustices our world has ever known;
happily sing it with all who believe in peace and brotherhood,
shout it in every street and avenue to declare love!
Hate has reigned supreme for too long in this unfair society;
God's presence and guidance are needed for Mankind's liberty!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Sometimes in life it becomes stale or simply breaks
Then we wonder if it's ever going to repair itself
Do we battle on and pretend it's life's paths sake
Or should we look inside us, why be left on a shelf
It's the living in us that decides to let us awake
Enjoy the breathing of living for unknown shall bring
Around every corner there's one who'll make us sing
I can only talk for I for it's a smile that awoke me
For the seeing of she smiling that my heart now melts
Never did I imagine that once again my eyes would see
Every day we face whilst the cards of fate are dealt
For tomorrows enthused my smile for now again I'm free
Excitement in me abounds for it's soon that we'll meet
At arrivals it shall be when her smile I'll greet
On turning the corner the nerves I had now disperse
My eyes in total focus on that smile now in my heart
Her voice lovingly welcomes I, so beautifully versed
This pretty poetess and I kiss, welcoming we start
Soon by minutes, then loves depths shall be immersed
Finally we've met, it's our breathing of living giving
Soon our hands shall meet, touching rings now singing
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Much time was wasted pursuing narrow goals,
birthing attachments we were loathe to let go,
so life after life we kept changing our roles,
always in bondage to our wayward ego,
amidst shape shifting illusions it controls,
till the day we chose to make speed of thought slow,
instrumentalised like a limb so to speak,
thereby easily plugging energy leak.
Looking back we see that we were always free
but since we knew not that we are living light,
deluded by desires, bound to our mind tree,
contracted by fears, we knew not bliss delight
till the day we got head and heart to agree
and in the void of silence garnered clear sight,
whence as the vaporised self, as the bliss flame,
doing nothing at all, we fulfilled our aim.