Renouncing Poems

Sutra 13 from The Holy Science

“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.

Renunciation

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.

Removing blockages

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

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

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.

The Path to Nirvana: A Spiritual Journey

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. 

Ours

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

Rubberband Man

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!"

Zen mode

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

Buddha speak

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.

Idyllic Island

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!

Ascent

As Bindu and third eye entwine,
we feel pristine presence align
with the pulse of the universe,
renouncing cravings that confine.

Dancing without need to rehearse,
vibrant heart composes a verse,
recognising life is but play,
accepted for better or worse.

Be this as it may, we yet sway,
having not made love our mainstay
and so betwixt glimmers of light,
silence becomes our chosen way.

Third eye grants sight and Bindu, bliss,
bestowed by Divine Mother’s kiss,
whence feeble form becomes aflame
and we see we are all of this.

With God connect as soul’s sole aim,
there remain no demons to tame
and suffused by magnetic heat,
emptiness is our claim to fame.

As polarities meet and greet,
throb of bliss makes heart feel upbeat
and as we slowly vaporise,
wayward ego concedes defeat.

Embracing each breath in surprise,
we do not weigh, measure or size,
soul choosing instead, to be led
by God’s magnetism to new highs.

Incarnation Of Jesus

As the Polaris shines at day-night, night-day transition
And lightens up nooks and crannies of all eight directions
To confirm the covenant as per David's tradition
The Virgin brought forth the prism of multi-hued reflections

As per the saints' and sages' prophecies, the endless Word
From the tiny town of Bethlehem, he began his strife
As perceived by the Spirit, he'd rewrite history's pages.
He'd be at the helm like a good captain, risking his life.

The spark of the eternal and divine word in nature
That, once, was with the omnipresent and omnipotent
Pitched his tent amidst human folk as their loving neighbour.
Spreading light like the galaxy, bright and magnificent

Renouncing the glorious heavenly thrones, he descended.
History, for a while, like a faint clock, stood suspended.

Mood celebratory

in a bubble of unknowing
stupor we chose to celebrate
doing nothing gently flowing
feeling in-form chakras gyrate

renouncing thought of loss or gain
we invoked power of zero
thus breaking free of ego chain
in God’s eyes became a hero

Earth is jinxed opposing

Butterflies renouncing their dreams...
Birds with trimmed wings... 

Blood ocean... barren trees... burnt houses...
Teared eyes... and shattered bodies….

Earth is ugly.... Earth is savage...
Earth is but a jinxed place....!!


           Butterflies have reclaimed their thrones 
           And the birds sore high and high up in the skies

           The oceans are clean, trees being green
           The kids are smiling, their bodies thriving 

           The galactic relams dance in joy and peace
           As the earth evolves to a mother's lap 



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