Life Rubaiyat Poems

Our sin, cacophonous thought din
Oh hermit, when will we begin
In silence, choosing to be still
Feeling God’s love and light within

Simply by surrendering will
Bliss mists rise...

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Decayed dust draped with dark desire,
builds within form a raging fire,
of fear and hope, that does so grope,
with feral cravings, heart does sire. 

The wafting,...

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With no agenda in our shelf,
having become the witness self,
our gentle touch and mindful eye,
allows life to flow by itself.

There yet are moments when we...

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First blush fountain azimuth of hued rays
wet patio shrub basket in the haze
zealous heartland tower cry as life force
celebrate and  savour August rare days

Magenta...

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There is no fixed coordinate
that will take us to heaven’s gate,
for each pulse, is the flow of life,
imbibed in staid stillness sedate.

All of us seek...

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Written: January 1st, 2023 

Rumi's verse, "The desert beckons us as if it were the oasis,"
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With no mindless questions to ask
Swathed in blissful moonlight, we bask
The vast void is where we belong
Facade of form, a cloak, a mask

Vibrant presence sings...

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Cleaving to truth has established my soul
For heavenly and eternal goal
Toward triumphant endeavor so blest
In fulfilling God-assigned sublime role.

Practice of prayer is settling my best
Along...

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“On earth, mother is face of God ~
Urging us to give love our nod”
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The main purpose of life is to live rightly, think rightly, act rightly. The soul must languish when we give all our thought to the...

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Laboured breathing and bones weary
Yet vibrant heart, far from dreary
Gentle eye, echoing love’s sigh
Soul’s stoic stance, seems so eerie

To be as such, fear forms must...

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I have spent my life in tormenting pain,
from activities I must just refrain;
oh, the aching, throbbing, and agony,
but, I endure, I cope and don't...

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With the pulse divine we align,
that bliss energised supine spine,
hums day and night, as living light,
for which tremulous heart does pine.

God granting us gift of...

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I sing, I fly, I dance, I do
As rapture rises, each hue new
I exult emotes from my heart
Aura glistens like morning dew

Spontaneity is an art
Deeming...

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Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk. George MacDonald
 
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In...

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