SYNONYMOUS TRUTHS
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hail
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artistic
flowering
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possibilities
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contradictory
yearnings
utterly
unattainable
impetuous
individual
outpourings
claim
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emphasise
perhaps
succeed
aspirations
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outlines
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asserted
honoured
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For God-search to truly begin,
we first cleanse heart from stains of sin,
by gentling each thought, word and deed,
in prayer, going in within.
Poised in stillness, renouncing greed,
ego cravings we cease to feed,
thus invoking the grace of God,
voice of truth beginning to heed.
We trudge along and as we plod,
joyful since giving love our nod,
bliss magnetism ignites our form,
the touch of God, leaving us awed.
Grazed by currents both cool and warm,
we yield; bliss takes us by the storm,
ego dies, we become the flame,
with heightened vibrance heart’s new norm.
We seek nothing and have no aim,
knowing life impulsed is a game,
played in mode embrace and release,
there being no demons to tame.
When wayward thoughts totally cease,
formless presence flows like the breeze
and in the void we wingless glide,
outcomes any, always at ease.
Trusting God, we enjoy life’s ride,
knowing He’s close, in heart inside
and in timeless time, we see Him,
He, on Whom, we’ve always relied.
Screams, screeches, groans and wails,
Brutalities, agonies, torture, and blood,
Tear gas, pellet guns, bullets and bombs
Humanity sobs; the world falls apart
Does anyone care?
Kids are blinded
Men are jailed
Women are molested
The old are tortured
Luckily, you have food
Billions are starving
You have a warm blanket
Trillions live under the frigid sky
Dreams are murdered
Voices go unheard
Wishes fade and blur
Every heart has become a graveyard
Sweet melodies step down
As Sighs take over the throne
Rainbow of Joy is washed away
By the deluge of tears
The soul of Humanity becomes a prey
To the endless wild forest of wars
While atrocities have robbed
Jaws of their smiles...
Yet you say the world is beautiful??
Yes, perhaps for you,
For you are at peace….
Come out of your palace
You will see….
Sky painting itself red!
Butterflies renouncing their dreams
Birds with trimmed wings
Oceans of blood,
barren trees, burnt houses,
Tear-filled eyes, and shattered bodies.
Earth is ugly
Earth is savage
Earth is a cage
Earth is but a jinxed place!
Yet, our only home,
Our only hope....
Renouncing conditioned belief,
gives our heart much needed relief,
in moments when we’re free from thought,
when ego drops like a dead leaf.
Nothing sought, no longer fear fraught,
in staid silence we are self-taught,
reclaiming the light of our soul,
truth divine bliss magnetism brought.
As Holy Spirit makes us whole,
with God search being our sole goal,
each new breath inhaled in surprise,
in vibrance we play our life role.
Ceasing to weigh, measure and size,
influx of grace opens our eyes,
whence we clearly see our true form,
knowing scriptures had fed us lies.
We are living light, a bliss storm,
drenched in currents both cool and warm,
as spark of God, made as is He,
oozing love, touch that does transform.
Oh hermit, do nothing, just be
and through eyes of innocence see,
that were spirit, not body-mind,
child of God, blissful and carefree.
“This universe is differentiated into spheres, seven Swargas and seven Patalas.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
Brahman the absolute alone exists,
who by His will all the worlds manifests,
realms of contrast where delusion persists
until exhausted, soul’s ego lust rests,
renouncing forever earth bound conquests.
We need not analyse realms and domains.
Let’s focus instead on cleansing soul’s stains.
Looking deeper than mind and senses five,
instruments provided for earth life use,
in stillness, eye of the soul let’s revive,
since ego cravings lead to self-abuse.
Following scent of love, bliss beat’s our muse,
we get to a knowing no one can teach,
as illusion of space-time we so breach.
Discarding every conditioned belief,
jettisoning fear, renouncing desire,
we so give our soul much needed relief,
that with no objects we seek to acquire,
we then ignite in heart, God’s cosmic fire.
First things first, we must let go off the shore,
that through each pore of form, grace may in-pour.
chakras enable, blockages disable
each fear we nurture represents a blockage
nonchalant eye makes our consciousness stable
renouncing wealth, lust, power and feral rage
no earth agenda remains on our table
then ego recedes and our soul comes of age
kundalini zooms through the central tunnel
and grace in-pours from the very same funnel
Whenever beliefs are placed
above any worthless things
they affirm the essence of true ideals,
that sparked visions in people's minds.
Hold on those beliefs and assert feelings,
if brave men stand by them and resist
the menacing shouts of despairing ideas;
in such a brutal way: shouldn't we react?
Beliefs can express liberalism or conservatism,
they both define a character ready comfirm it
in deeds that opponents them infused with alruism;
do you divulge them with brashness or intellect?
Some wealthy men gave everything to the needy and hopeless,.
they lived a humble life renouncing to all comforting luxuries;
who comes to mind if notTostoi who saw many human miseries?
His beilef reiforced the existance of faith in acts of kindness.
I was born with dreams, not my own, but woven like a spider's web into my blood,
by ancestors who left this world without fulfilling their desires,
they pass down ambition like an heirloom of old silverware, polished with memories,
caressed by the dust of decades, yet too precious to be left to fade away.
Each night, I feel them breathing at the nape of my neck, whispering like an ancient wind:
"Do not waste what we could not become, do not let the dreams fade into oblivion".
But I wonder, what happens if I want nothing of this at all?
What happens if true freedom means letting dreams lie untended,
renouncing the burden of inherited ambitions, carving my own path through the labyrinth,
where the shadows of the past cannot touch my light, living a life unchained,
becoming a shooting star in the sky of my own freedom, a constellation of choices?
Perhaps, in the silence of the nights, I will find the answer in the echo of my unheard desires,
in the quiet between heartbeats that dream of something else, of a universe of possibilities,
where the courage to be nothing but myself becomes the true magic of existence.
In the land where Ganges and Yamuna embrace,
MahaKumbh Mela calls with celestial grace,
A dip in waters where the sacred currents blend,
Promises cleansing of sins and a soul's ascend.
Millions gather, faith guiding their quest,
Seeking salvation and eternal rest,
Yet, amidst the crowd and holy cheer,
I seek a quieter path to draw near.
Through Zen’s stillness and Buddha's way,
Renouncing desires that lead astray,
Lust, greed, and worldly ties unfasten,
The soul's journey to Nirvana may hasten.
Or by walking the Samaritan's road,
Bearing love’s gentle, selfless load,
Serving the needy, tending the frail,
Seeing the Divine where pain prevails.
For Nirvana is not bound by place or rite,
It is the soul’s transcendence to eternal light,
Where suffering ends and desires cease,
Enlightenment dawns with infinite peace.
The Renunciation
the balance between
us through channels
so well hidden an yet
seen beyond the offering
through Christ who we
are completely bestowed
throughout many untimely
blessings utterly totally
renouncing satan and
all of his works surety
over flows through Grace
our rapture covenant
by the birth of Christ
for this is ours this is
our time for this is eternal
There he is...
On his biz
Unbothered and untethered
After many pernicious pulls and tainty tugs
And so many ghastly grabs and sheisty shrugs
After huge stretches with hopes of breaking
And so much tension, pressure and shaking
Every time!
He snaps back like the seats in that 'ole' Cadillac
Pulled in so many directions with the aim of popping
But it's in his nature to keep bouncing, 'cause ain't nothing stopping
Vertically, horizontally, and diagonally, he's pulled
But he never breaks; instead, he bounces back like a basketball off the old hardwood
Yet so many continue to grab and pull to see if he'll break
But little do they know this will only cause their world to shake
There he is just stretching and bouncing...
All knaves and NPCs he's renouncing
So, who exactly is this man that stoically bounces throughout the land?
"Hear ye, hear ye, bounce back he can, 'cause he's none other than
the Rubberband Man!"
"I repeat. Bounce back he can, 'cause he's none other than the Rubberband Man!"
awareness oscillates
so renouncing ownership
resting both mind and senses
presence embraces vibrant stillness
remaining therein untouched
save by divine magnetism
as bliss in permanence
is gently so enabled
Where lies the placenta in the womb of space,
soma nectar upon which our soul may feed,
that renouncing paths of ego spawned disgrace,
we may invoke bliss and allow God to lead?
The answer oh hermit, is head-heart embrace,
divine entwined and with love our sturdy steed,
becoming empty within, granting God room,
we behold in wonderment, heart lotus bloom.
After the party on the boat,
I fell into a deep slumber;
I knew not what had happened.
I woke up on a tropical island,
my hands and legs tied with ropes.
Carrying out CPR on me,
the people there saved my life
almost from the jaws of death.
Serving all the delicacies they had,
they made me a guest of theirs.
Though their huts are so small,
they had their hearts so large.
And they welcomed me into their clan.
With stunning coral atolls,
crystal-clear lagoons
and diverse landscapes...
I found the island so idyllic,
and I made it my home
to be among the people
who are so pure at heart,
renouncing the place of deceit,
where I came from!
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