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If any one comes to me without hating his father and mother
Wife and children
Brothers and sisters
Even his own life, he cannot be my disciple
Whoever does not carry his own cross
and
come after me cannot be my disciple
Which of you wishing to construct a tower does not first sit down
and
calculate the cost to see if there is enough for its completion
Otherwise
After laying the foundation
and
Finding himself unable to finish the work the onlookers should laugh at him and say
This one began to build but did
Not have the resources to finish
What king marching into battle would not first sit down
Decide whether with ten thousand troops
he can successfully oppose another king advancing upon him with twenty thousand troops
But if not
While he is still far away
He will send a delegation to ask for peace terms
In the same way
Everyone of you who does not renounce all his possessions cannot be my disciple [LK 14:26-33]
Written: August 15, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Quote: "Try not to resist the changes that come your way. Instead, let life live through you. And do not worry that your life is turning upside down. How do you know that the side you are used to is better than the one to come?" By Rumi
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Once, I danced a duet of defiance,
a crisp sigh in the stillness of the cosmos—
until the sickle sang,
and the scythe, a leering doppelgänger,
shattered my days from the rosy veil of illusion.
A pavonine sky gasped through heavy clouds.
Each drop of light is a solitary hymn of the soul,
The pestilence, unseen by vermin, persists.
But with a smile too zoetic to be merciful.
Alchemy abandoned me.
not the quest for transmuted gold,
but the unraveling of verity—
in the ravenous search for reason,
that cast me into the woods of skepticism,
where even the stars seemed to stutter.
I swirled in a river of oblivion.
washed my eyes in the katabatic abyss,
abjured the glamor of who I once was,
and grasped the clamor of who I’d become—
a wild soul of weary hopes,
jerked by the jussive hands of power.
The world turned polyphonic—
each voice is a tapestry of longing and disdain,
each echo is a lamentation of pain,
I found myself intrigued by my rival shadow.
a weary iconoclast with an ischemic soul.
Yet amid the swirling tempest,
A glimmer of veridical light coruscated—
not to supplant the ache,
but to celebrate it,
to twist it into a desideratum purpose.
I learned to stammer abyssal words,
to embrace the loneliness of silence,
to whirl with my wounds
and gaze through my eyes.
where bees buzzed with chaotic harmony.
The sky is now stained by nighttime decay.
I do not falter in my voice.
I do not renounce.
In my wreckage, I stand resilient—
marvelous in my courage.
The sunset is no longer my downfall.
it casts a shadow across my soul—
a flame that bends and sways,
a celestial scar.
A life altered, yet intact in its last breath,
yet with a willingness to embrace life.
3.07
“Strange that knowing lust
as an enemy of knowledge,
one so weak and nearing death
should still crave sensual pleasure”
3.13
“Why should a person of steady mind,
who sees the nothingness of objects,
prefer one thing to another?”
3.14
“He who is unattached,
untouched by opposites,
free of desire,
experiences neither pleasure nor pain
as events pass through”
Ah! Reading verse three point seven
Words of wisdom flowing from heaven
The clue seen by very few
Is that we may engage in pleasure if we renew
Renew renew renew our free flowing attention
Avoiding at all times indulgence & stagnation
Moving on to verses thirteen & fourteen
We see that it are weeds of ferality we need to wean
Recognising that fear & desire imagery
Are ego contaminants of delusion & memory
Let events unfold and karma play its role
What matters images moving as long as we are whole
19-August-2019
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Verse revisited on 25-October-2021
Taking inspiration from the enlightened sage
Even whilst lower and higher minds battles wage
We have on the one hand animal cravings of a ghoul
Whilst on the other, divine impulse that makes us feel whole
Thus recognising our feeling of mind-body ferality
We rotate sense polarity to reclaim serenity
For to imbibe wisdom in definitiveness
We must merge in totality with That oneness
Whereupon though we know, there is oscillation
Between equanimous meditation and turbid agitation
In timeless time, boundaries between form and void blur
Head and heart aligned, melds with love, as nodes within stir
Responding to ego cravings as of body need, not greed
Priority shifts to love and light as bliss throbs breed
Whereupon though we renounce not any delight
Each act is surrendered to God day and night
By consciousness transmutation we become free
Breezing nonchalantly through life in our each entrée
In time stretched stillness moment by moment, love entwined
Following the scent of love and playing out earth role as assigned
The soul wanderer reached a lower realm
He was offered Siddhis, women and wealth
Love suffused heart, having God at the helm
Saw ego’s serpentine approach in stealth
What avail power, when God search our aim
Why pander to lust, since life ebbs away
Once enlivened by bliss, we’re not the same
Rapture by day and night, that’s here to stay
Ensouling mind-body, love flame steady
Joyous soul entwines with Holy Spirit
Gong of truth within signals we’re ready
To plunge in the void and reach the summit
All’s enabled when desires we let go
Renounce oh hermit, cravings of ego
11-April-2022
Notes: https://www.yogapedia.com/definition/5172/siddhi
When you plan something spur of the moment,
At first you feel proud and in charge,
But the longer you think,
It will end in a blink;
Then the doubts stumble in and loom large.
I need time to mull over my choices,
Possibilities I can assess,
Weighing good points and bad,
What will make me feel glad
And eliminate what might cause stress.
Sometimes, though, I can’t make a decision
And the plans do not ever get made,
So perhaps if I pounce
I might get to renounce
Hesitations that make me afraid.
If the scale tips one way or another,
Either method can end up with doubt,
But at least if you book,
Then by hook or by crook,
An adventure you won’t do without.
How perfidious is it to hide,
not to be found and be recognized
for the values not revealed
but shamefully being cast aside?
How deplorable is it to renounce existing,
refusing the crown of meekness,
a life of peaceful days, of a lesser complicity
and accept the glory of vanity...
when feelings of betrail resurge, contesting
the perception of loss beyond credibility?
Does one choose loneliness so voraciously sought,
that retreat from a squalid existence that fate brought
to a secluded place that lacks colors and sounds
allowing horrid darkness to descend upon defeats,
blocking out the brilliance and blighting the thoughts
of a mind in search of solitude and self-awareness?
How pathetic us to turn
into a lurking shadow
to conceal the frown of scorn,
the angry look of hurt...
rejecting soothing comfort,
accepting horrid sorrow!
Do all have the same principles of idiocy
and follow a deceiving voice
swerving them from reason...
does it offer delusions that attempt treason?
How strong is their effect on honesty;
how will it coordinate with their choice?
No longer do i seek
divination through
antiquated sorcery,
Nor supplicate to nebulous
spirits in clandestine
reverie.
I renounce the esoteric, the
obfuscatory, the occulted
night,
For I have found an
effulgent, benedictory,
convenantal light.
My soul rejects
thaumaturgical illusions and
superstitious chains,
And clings to the
transcendent, the
veracious, where true
freedom reigns.
No hex, no sigil, no arcane
nomenclature can compare,
To the omnipotent grace
that answers every
whispered prayer.
Let the ephemeral
glamorous of witchcraft
dissipate,
I walk now in sanctification-
redeemed, restored, and
consecrate.
In the memory of Eden, when we flew innocently,
In the nights of dreams, in the bittersweet garden, we met,
You were the pure flower, I was the divine tree,
In a long-gone era, when I was younger, serene.
I didn't know you were a woman, and I a simple man,
With timidity, together we stepped into an unspeakable dream,
In tears and in cries, we felt a sweet life,
When I was younger and my unconscious soul was engulfed.
That night got lost in the abyss of fleeting time,
Our bodies forgot their sweet chant,
The fruits from the tree carry your taste within,
Waiting to fall in stellar times, in a late autumn.
Oh, Holy Lord, make Adam just a man,
To renounce the tempting apple and the desires beyond the empty mud,
To see in each day's mirror the reflection of his own nature,
To feel the tumult and beauty of a humble humanity.
Oh, Holy Lord, make Adam understand that power lies within,
Not in the forbidden fruit that gives ephemeral knowledge,
To find fulfillment in simplicity and love that requires nothing,
To rise from the shackles of sin and from the chains of debauchery.
Oh, Holy Lord, make Adam look into Eve's eyes,
Not as the object of temptation, but as a partner in humanity,
To desire to share life, joys, and sorrows together,
To create gardens of love and understanding in a transient and passing world.
Oh, Holy Lord, make Adam comprehend the charm of earthly life,
To appreciate the beauty of nature and cherish creation with love,
To be a wise and gentle human, a worthy representative of humanity,
Rising above ephemeral desires, towards eternity and everlasting.
Oh, Holy Lord, make Adam just a man,
To live with wisdom and walk humbly on earth,
To learn from his experiences and guide others as well,
To feel your infinite love and spread it through every word and deed.
Perhaps primordial humans have fewer illusions to shed, fewer chains to break,
While we, in the labyrinth of modernity, drown in waves of deceptive teachings,
A soul must be ready to let go of everything, not just fleeting riches,
But all the lies whispered to it, the entire brainwashing of society.
One must leave behind false stories, free oneself from the weight of dogmas,
To stand naked before the truth, stripped of all layers imposed by the world,
For only then can you reach the other side, where the soul finds peace,
Where the echoes of society no longer resound, and silence becomes pure music.
Most are not willing to make this leap into liberating unknowns,
Stuck in the comfort of habits and beliefs that bind them to the earth,
But those who dare to renounce all that is false and fleeting find the light,
A place where consciousness dances freely, without the shadows of fear and doubt.
Thus, in the flow of thoughts, I wonder what it would mean to cast off all ballast,
To rediscover ourselves beneath layers of stories that do not belong to us,
Perhaps true freedom is daring to be ourselves, unburdened,
To step fearlessly into the light of truth, finding ourselves in the simplicity of essence.
Paul had to defend his apostle position
and renounce all those false convictions
yes, he may have bragged a little about his own story
the day that he saw Jesus Christ in all His Glory
but Paul's head was not too big, he was aware of his place
he was not beside himself, he kept true to the faith
a thorn in his side, a most annoying appointing
but Paul endured It all for It was his anointing
once, twice, thrice Paul to God did comment
will you not remove this thorn and take away this torment
The Lord replied to Paul, "My power is perfect in your weakness,
My grace is sufficient, accept It In meekness"
there are many things you can't get over, but God will get you through
He has a lock on every situation, just allow Him to order you
God is in control, His hand is always in the mix
and no matter what's going down, only He can fix
for The Lord will give you what you need
have patience and wait on Him to do the deed
a thorn in his side, a painful contemplation
but Paul endured It all without any consideration
It takes a messenger of Satan to come and buffer thee
but Satan is God's devil and God is the only authority
yes, God has a divine plane and He's in control of everything
yes, He has a need to know plan that only He will be revealing
just don't get caught up in yourself, for God will slap you around
The Holy Spirit will convict you and knock you to the ground
you will be kept in your place, you will suffer some persecution
allow God to gain His powers through your resolutions
for there is no testimony without a test
there is no glory without some gloom
no crown without the cross
no resurrection without the tomb
God's power is in your weakness
just endure as much as you can do
and If you can't get over It
let God get you through