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Looking out for the wicked,
I found no one so crooked,
When probed my deep within,
Me, that meanest of mean!
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Bura jo dekhan main chala, bura na milya koye,
Jo munh khoja apna, to mujhse bura na koye.
We always look far and wide for evil leaving out ourselves as innocent. But if we were to put a mirror in front of us we would soon find the truth that we are no less evil. Alas we won’t see what we wish not to see.
Poet’s Note:
Kabeer was a revolutionary poet saint. He wrote some 800 couplets called dohe in his mother tongue prevailing then. They dealt with many aspects of life that he observed during his lifetime, and whereby he challenged the prevailing practices of religions, sects, castes, and human behaviour. His couplets reflect true vision of spirituality (rather than religion). Even after centuries, his couplets are read by the seekers from across the globe. Here is a poetic translation of some selected couplets. The couplet number seen here is the serial number from a compilation of some 550 of them translated by me.
The Garden of Peace
lately, I have been thinking of the many religions and how each one offers the best salvation is dependent on the circumstances of the time frame
When the protestant God based much of their faith upon
the teaching of Jesus and his masculine stance against
the Romans and the boot-licking priests who cared
more about their safe seat than the truth which as we know has a tendency to fluctuate in favor of the mighty
The Catholicism are not so fixated on Jesus, they are
more into the Virgin Mary and how she suffered for her sons, yes she had two sons and a daughter we hear little
of them, like we know nothing about the famous of our days until we learn to our shock a star of song and acting has a son so vain someone tells him the time of the day, not that it matters as she is not a Christian.
Jehovah was formed because there was a dispute about the correct name of God, so severe was the argument some people left the flock and set up shop alone, their God the only real one to save them.
What the sects and the so-called official religions have
is the promise of a forever life not quite defined
heaven, the Christians think of the lamb and the tiger
as an ideal picture, while the Muslims speak of seven
virgins waiting for a slain warrior, what do I know
Heaven has a place for many little paradises to fit
each individual or sect.
This leaves the Jews who have the misfortune to believe what a resentful scribe wrote, that they are the master of the earth.
We see through history how they with the help of the local goys have come back to power only to be slapped down
And we in our time, bear witness to the fall of Israelite
again they shall walk the earth and dream the same old
dream of an Earthly Jewish Paradise
A Religion based on love,
Is following a book full of,
Slavery, murder, fear and hate.
Centuries full of debate,
Continuing to be mistranslated,
Sects continue to separate,
Congregating in their own group.
A soup of different mandates,
Hinder self navigating,
Dictating the way to be.
It's never too late to see,
The one you create for free,
Love is the one true way.
Activate your intention,
Self educate your ascension,
Concentration is the key.
Elevate all you see,
Emanate awesome energy,
Help every one you see,
That needs something you can be.
Spread seeds of positivity,
Pluck weeds of depravity,
The gravity of a loving deed,
Could suffocate the greed.
No creed would have agreed,
It would leave them obsolete,
Discretely keeping you at their feet,
Eating from what they speak of.
Rise above all religions,
With a vision based on love.
"Monarch"
new wings spread
blue morph
born to be king
for a short while
the butterfly reigns
cameo dressage
part of the branch
grounded majesty
in a gilded cage
a new servant to take
upon the mystery
of things
much sky to cover,
a new world, a realm
investing new age
outside the life
of the always known
that ebbs and flows by moon
swift offering
en masse as one
chalice to alter
to lift
to pray
and sing
make golden
for the next in line
an imprint
ordained by
something
greater
(LadyLabyrinth/2022)
"King Charles III: A Modern Monarch"
https://youtu.be/WpFuTCZ05p4
“I dreamed I was a butterfly,
flitting around in the sky;
then I awoke.
Now I wonder:
Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly,
or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?”
(Zhuangzi)
“When thou dost ask me blessing,
I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness:
so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales,
and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,
who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out;
And take upon's the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out,
In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones,
That ebb and flow by the moon.”
(Shakespeare)
"The Anatomy of God"
Who shall say there is one God?
if there are many, as it seems
in all the world’s sects and religions -
Who is their God? Is the source
some universal, bright, big, ultra simple,
ultra clean - Halogen Light Beam?
Or just an empty space beyond Beyond,
drawing us all slowly into it’s Black Hole vacuum
and this has been the true story all along?
The question poses images of
many different things
a snake eating it’s own tail,
a never-ending eternity ring;
Who shall say there is no God
there are many, it seems;
there are those who are certain
dead is dead, there are no dreams
no curtain, nor a veil that’s thin,
there is no such thing as Heaven -
but could it be, God is hidden,
in Rene Magritte’s Son of Man’s vision
and what rapture direction Magritte's Golconda -
will men rain up or down? I wonder.
Go peel back the pages of your books
and the layers of your glass onions
maybe there, maybe not
the answers to be found -
A.I. weaves it's membrane tentacles
seeing, hearing every thought, face and sound.
To each his own and to own their sins
The Anatomy of God
like peeling layers, of an onion,
the questions burn, then they sting
honey dripping, bitter almonds
holy waters rising
what happens if it’s sink or swim?
Revelations of all Armies
fighting wars without, not within -
Are aliens demons? Or distant family, some say friends?
Dream on dear open minded legions
with or without dominion;
Questions forever oceans rising,
like Meteors, Cock Robin
Sky is Falling
Who is God?
What is God?
Something’s coming,
Something’s calling.
(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
very simple musings, of a very simple mind
1. Debate: Sam Harris & Jordan Peterson
https://www.patreon.com/posts/sam-harris-1-20821646
2. The Story of God - Morgan Freeman - S1 Ep 2 - Apocalypse
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFP1UQnixlU
3. The Story of God - Morgan Freeman - S2 Ep 2 - Heaven & Hell
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HeZqCHUCsMg
4. Common Themes in Rapture Dreams
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HV7QgU2htJc
5. Electromagnetic Plasma Event 2019 / The Watchman Review
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gro5Bknjdkw
6. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7xWffB2nH0
On this road of life
When being glow in thought.
Deep.
Breath in breath
That all is gone without fault.
Deep.
Deeper is life that we all go down the hell
In ignorance of the war against us.
Despite our activist in religious sects.
That we in most essence
Stand prey of the end time priests.
Not even of special life
As we merry also
In this way our leaders are grooming us.
Hate speech and freedom of speech.
Are the Goliaths dominant in our nation.
Deep.
Deeper do we go in all things
Even when tables are shaken
To unveiled the hidden in all holiness.
Oh saviour!
Help us out lest we go down the deep innocently.
© olorode olorunleke.
Seeing their hustle is dorsal and prismatic,
Smoking and drinking acclimated with optimistic,
Trading on drugs for survival...Baron my title,
Yield to my subjects,
Robbed billonaires of their earthly mantle,
High at sects,
Placing daily bread on candle,
Caring for windows,orphans and homeless,
Lives don't need to be in grant of being wretched and contrite,
Draw close to that fight,
Prospective responsibility to nurture and raise them from the scratch,
Satisfied with words alone not gonna render delight,
Sharing bread with the starving kalibres is our badge,
Rough and uncomfortable will their pillow be to the rich,
In their weep.....it's a deal,
In their shoes,....will see what is behind the snitch,
Seasons in the sun,...our time and their meal,
Suicide may be a remedy at the long run,
Answer you are buh don't know,
Alienating heroes and heroines of tomorrow's new world in ages,
Their future filmed in a burning snow,
Aristocrats to be!
Not watched clearly though,
Author their today as history and inspire we,
Not the end of their life,no matter how much they sow,
Appearance not accountable,wish to deprive win,
Hard work to even cover their dreams,....but will yours be uncovered?
Little is a saving substance,...why stay as dead,
Alive in them as Love,and in God with faith paired.
My plight
Daily I cry for no reason to purge my heart,
In the depth of wealth that my soul wailed.
Most in thoughts reason for the lost of my bread,
The significance of omotoyikogbon with a fulfilled heart.
No day went by that my face is not frown,
The course of which is well known.
The evil in human nature,
One which our hearts daily nurture.
Yet all undercover with the religious rites,
That our laws are bend to suit the majority sects.
Ah where is the fate of the minority?
Here it is laid in the grave of purity.
Even pagans are more worthy than them,
Than what they tend to claim.
Dear great lord when are you coming back?
Come so soon for our breath is deep in the dark.
HEAD TO HEAD
tête-à-tête, Rita and I
two heads are better than one
in praise’n prayer
melodic lips of kin
our moms in heaven
lift
their lullaby assist
our hopes in cradled arms
we worship in different sects
but today we’re linked—
part of the extended army
no chinks in God’s armor
my people pray
carry me on my way
no demonic-dinosaur
no rattling dragon
nor human-pittance
comes in our way
they’d be destroyed
with just one thought
of hate
we love—
one heart, one Lord,
our neighbors
our differences deposited at the door
we share a smile
our gospel feet
smell rather sweet
2/10/2022
A polytheist would argue
just one God
That there are endless guards
and many rods
given these wards
With many temperaments and aims
devotion for a supreme being
Compassionate gods spread
charity, clarity’s
light and goodwill
Whereas others spread hate,
blood still spills
Relates—mayhem and darkness
The God of the Old Testament
unforsaken is the nakedness
not ever to turn the other cheek
not even for the meek
He portrays Himself
Jealous and wrathful
vengeful, rageful
Numbskull—beware!
Whilst man plays by the rules
these judges will decide
The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
No complaints, apologies
Whilst the God of New Testament
demonstrates much mercy,
forgiveness you shall see
For God and his creations
This is what’s in common
in the world religions
This is the core,
the common essence
all shared values
when in His presence
The road is long, painful and circuitous
A troubled past will plague us
dubious religious sects, false replay,
vulnerable man is their prey
Realization from my deepest self I reveal
enamored in love is how I truly feel
I felt with all things,
a strong sense of collectiveness
An emotional rapture
of the combined sacred oneness
One man showed us love
A true love He
displayed,
flogged, died
Crucified for love
of mankind
The Jewel of Jesus
Find a man like Him
and certainly not a moony (woman)
In Ganges River, I shall swim
in blessed holy water
I’ll bathe in
His wine I’ll drink
On my knees I shall sink
Bow down and pray
for Yahwe’s precious Jewel
the One, the Only
Eyes of blue?
Jesus Christ Superstar