Sages Poems - Poems about Sages

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So speak the hidden Sages, Such wondrous stories of mystical places. Should I seek beyond the shadows Sacred spaces and moon-kissed meadows? Silently the dreams come slipping, Softly into my nighttime dripping Songs of the ancient magical Mages. ...

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Brought out by sages Birthed within seas of dharma Beheld by Mani Begotten as the world’s soul Brought out by the rising sun ...

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If you walk up to her right now And before all eyes quickly bow, She will you her night's bed allow; Throughout the night address your slough, Her lands release for you to plough, Your rivals warm against a row, Everything hand you but a dhow, Because finding one knows not How... If you walk up to her right now And before all men...

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The sages I have read, all realize they are humble... The fools I've read understand they're always all proud......

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Lost & Found David J Walker The hardback book bore a Certain air of confidence Of the permanence Of its presence In a library’s dust Thrust high Upon a back shelf Waiting for the curious To rediscover the order of its letters and the messages hidden in its pages in a thousand years one hundred sages will work...

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Wild birds our sages; we be trapped in cages. How sweet the outside sound for larks that are housebound. We bump against the walls — our bones afraid of falls. In sore fettered season, we might lose our...

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If all the green-blue world is a RightBrain stage while all the LeftBrain map remains red and yellow and blue and green and black and white textualized two-dimensional with ironic ecological correlated analogies with positive sacred nutritional theologies, We might develop an everyday outside/inside global passion for historical deep-felt accuracy over stuckness in stale orthodox religious cultural mendacious disenchantments, ignorance of good faith WinWin Paradise...

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Roaming rivers twist and turn for miles; They are never bored but, anxious, As they collect their treasures. The rivers grow wise and Become old sages, Full of knowledge. If only, They could Talk. ...

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Seers and sages have come and gone You are to be compared to none You are not bounded by time and space You are not affected by chance You’ve stayed for eons of years Sleep and slumber affects not your eyes Who are we to tell your age? Individuals only pray you turn to their page To us, day and night passes To you...

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The following poem is an slightly abridged and liberal translation of the poetic opening verses from Ch.31 of Upasaka Xia Lian Ju’s Infinite Life Sutra: Wisdom as vast as the boundless sea, Bodhi as high and wide as Meru peak, Their halos bright beyond sunbeam, Surpassing the moon’s luminous gleam. Their hearts white and serene like snowy hills, Their patience as...

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Truth has replaced touch, I need the wings back. Live the light in a world covered in Ivory black. Passion for those in misery, story of boy turned man. So beautiful to be, feeling weight inwardly as liberty’s master plan. Solid dreams of gold built by the tears of all, weak as a child’s caul, until time calls and i...

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Is not what is sought mere illusion Shrouded in a haze of chaos and confusion That lays waste the creations of God Justified by a righteous façade Lines are drawn and defiantly broken By vicious acts instead of words spoken There cannot be truth in this With innocence cast to a vile bliss They stand...

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Lingering languages bowing to lovely lies Men’s mansions begging to murder morality Falling flowers born to fraternize frailty...

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