Repeated reincarnations reveal,
that on ensouling a new body-mind,
the truth of agape love, we cease to feel
and as we flounder about on earth blind,
we are caught in ego’s relentless bind.
Recognising this fact, how should we act,
since we are no longer by wisdom backed?
The optimal path is thought cessation,
requiring simply we cease to react,
nonchalant to outcomes and sensation.
All answers are within, so let’s begin
by becoming a witness to ourself,
in the flow of life, choosing to plug-in
but having no agenda in our shelf,
watching how fate pans out all by itself.
We’re not suggesting a phlegmatic stance
nor ceasing striving, leaving all to chance,
yet being still, in timeless time we learn
of how nodes within us joyfully prance,
as in fire of bliss, we willingly burn.
Categories:
reincarnations, spiritual,
Form: Dizain
Moving On
I guess it's time huh,
time for me to move on,
I will forever remember you.
I will cherish all the memories we made together,
they may bring pain with them but,
They are you, they will always be the you I will take with me.
You may be gone now, but you will live within my heart and my soul.
It's funny you know,
how you never realize how much someone means to you
because they are always around,
until they are gone.
I wish the best for all the journeys you will go on,
in all your future reincarnations.
I hope you will remember me if we ever meet again.
Categories:
reincarnations, absence, death of a
Form: Free verse
They collided
it was fate, destiny, it was rather awkward.
Brief introductions by a third party
led to instant dislike.
It was kismet. It was painful.
She disliked his manner,
he loathed her phony affectations.
From the very start
they kept miles apart.
Ten reincarnations later
it got no better.
Eventually a fickle fortune
placed then in a broken elevator
four hours alone together,
a centuries-old hostility
finally evaporated
hearts melted.
A spiritual attraction
revealed to them
that they had always been
soul-mates!
They got hitched in a hot-pepper fever
It was love at last-sight,
it was not right,
it was a fatal karma
soon they plotted
to murder each other.
One was killed dead,
the other went to bed
happier.
Categories:
reincarnations, poetry,
Form: Free verse
gently they breathed in and out
reached the tantric mountain
true to the core of all energies combined
prophets of doom came to the hills
eager to dispel the impermanent truth
that yoga is a type of faith
in body mind and soul
but the words they dangled
were only empty oracles
cross legged lotus flowers
opened consciousness and the conscience
that the earth sun and moon
are mere reincarnations of beauty
Shiva and Shakty
captured the breath of all winds
fired by passion
until the tempest subsided
and called for more
13th August 2021
Categories:
reincarnations, love,
Form: Free verse
Poetic Goddess
Forget me not, forgive me must naivete,
Poetry flows from the white rivers of my heart,
You are my moondust, write soul songs,
Thousand suns glitter, bloom, la, la
You make me bloom, lift from the gloom
You are a nightingale.
Yay, ye Born with the poetic tongue.
You are an eternal poetic fountain
Yay, you may write poetry on
thousand more blue moon nights.
Land of the light beckons,
Fall among the stars,
Covered in moondust,
Reborn childhood,
Thousand reincarnations,
This Devi- Bhakth, virtuous, innocent,
Material desires ye, dust,
Soul eternal, Childhood immortal.
Dr. Jose Manimala PhD, Pala, India.
Categories:
reincarnations, allegory, angel, art, sister,
Form: Free verse
My mother and father stared at each other throughout breakfast.
I dreamed we have lived seven or eight lifetimes together my father said.
My mother was irritated, possibly silently angry.
I could see Christianity bristling up behind her eyes.
She kept her mouth tight and straight, and replied with silent anger.
I had no idea what reincarnation was, but stumbled on it a few years later.
I was almost asleep when I felt my heart beating crazily.
I was in an alley, in Chicago.
It was the 1940’s, and I was a mobster's woman, chased down and caught.
I heard myself gasp as I was thrown down.
My throat was cut quickly from left to right.
I woke up gasping,
knowing this was not a mere dream.
This had happened to me.
To this day, I remember the feelings vividly, and the knowing.
I finally understood why my mother had screamed this to my father.
“Stay out of my dreams!”
For she had dreamed of their seven shared reincarnations too.
Categories:
reincarnations, spiritual,
Form: Prose Poetry
I sidestep the issue, not wanting to speak of it
With one who does not remember
Going through it innumerable times.
An ending? No. A beginning….
Perpetually and forever.
The cyclical dance of death.
She wants to speak of tombs and stones.
I laugh at her ignorance.
Remembering many reincarnations.
The death dance
So optimistic and hopeful.
The ultimate fairness.
New beginnings, with parents and
Dreams starting up in a fresh new way.
I sidestep her absoluteness,
realizing she does not remember.
Thus she cannot understand, and I
cannot abide the gloom and finality
she insists upon espousing.
Written 3-1-2019
Contest: The Death Dance Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
reincarnations, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
after many transmigrations metempsychoses and reincarnations
the inevitable question comes up
does a ***** have soul?
06/25/2018
Categories:
reincarnations, poetry,
Form: Prose Poetry
He is like no other...... Only one....... yet one other may have the intelligence to understand, to understand him, his mind, his motives, his reincarnations and illuminations. There she is, over there, the stunningly beautiful and cerebrally if not spiritually gifted, the one they call Swashisa. We don't know, but at one time Destiny had its eyes fixed on both of them.
Categories:
reincarnations, allegory, destiny, mythology,
Form: Prose Poetry
On the day of equinox
you go on the necropolises
of the Past,
among phallic totems,
but the brain does not accept
abstract logic
of Hermes
and the conservative postulates,
intruding on you and those
from the necropolis ...
*****Sapiens is imperfect
and unfinished,
but your Ego-Consciousness
swears Zigmond recognizing it
his 100-year right.
Messiahism is a priority
and an award for millions
reincarnations
to ninety-ninth knee
and that you are not good
Christian sounds interesting
in the mouth of the arrogant's unbelieving.
You pass them contemptuous
slow to stop
in the last sense,
which the sipping of the blade
will turn into Nirvana ...
translation from Bulgarian: the author
Categories:
reincarnations, i am, philosophy, psychological,
Form: Lyric
Sunlight we merely dream of
here amongst the bones
with the memories of the past
these haunted caverns
dank in their prisons
Acceptances specter
teaches our children
there before the pulpit of skulls
deaths contract is written
Reincarnations end pays the toll
rigmarole I see in their eyes
praising as such, this dry arid dust
for in the gloom of their minds
a festival of cadavers
explains their lives
Built to the walls these bodies piled
sacrificial font filled with lies
lay the drudgery
interminable
in this church of the night
The catacombs
devour
there is no light
In pale and empty form of soul
thus the habit of breathing
is the only goal
and here amidst the ancient bones
lays the memorial past
of these haunted caverns
The catacombs
devour
there is no light
Categories:
reincarnations, analogy, , memorial,
Form: Free verse
Every being that lapses before you
Is but a mere fluorescence
Illuminating your flaws
Elementary constellations
A façade of what you’ve become
Every strand of organic texture
Ejecting slivers of your identity
Every surface, every footprint
Annexed imagery
They are all reincarnations
Of past, present, and future mistakes
We are all scientists and teachers
Creators and explorers
Living within equations
Striving endlessly for solutions
When the solution lies before us
Viva La Imagism!
Categories:
reincarnations, history, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form: Imagism
LIVE ANOTHER DAY
Any life’s boosters
We owe to God’s grace and blessings
If He forbids
There can ever be sunsets
As setting of the sunset on Him depends!
Life’s full of struggles
There again
Is where God’s existence and omnipotence
He made mortals in us
Not even life giving extensions
Can ever be imaginable and surpassable!
Age maybe retiring but all indispensable
It maybe that reincarnations
Or in second thoughts of second life
However, one all does
Indeed to live for another day
After judgment is reach!
We wish there’s no sunset in our lives
Getting older is a shocking reality
But, it is a normal process
The sun rises from the east and sets in the west
It cannot be reversed.
But, then again, we wish to live another day!
Categories:
reincarnations, life, life,
Form: Free verse