Sheaths Poems | Examples

Sutra 14 from The Holy Science

“Purusha is covered by five koshas or sheaths.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’


Forged from the elements, our form is dust,
enlivened by spirit, the breath of God,
layered by our lower and higher mind,
with bliss manifesting when heart has thawed.

Safely encased in these sheaths, is the Self,
which is who we are, a divine God-spark
and when the five sheaths dissolve one by one,
shining as Self, we then banish the dark.

Letting Be

It seems easier
when you're tired,
to just let things be.
Last night's savage wind 
that threw a leaf loaded fury
at my bedroom window
has become a quieted still
unburdened by thought.
The morning with its bright 
colours, fragrant air and sunlit 
distances has emerged as is, 
sufficient and complete.
I see the first butterfly 
of the season in its pristine
livery shine copper 
on a new green leaf.
Magnolia flowers are about
to burst from their swollen
sheaths and be set free.
I watch where I walk
taking care 
to let things be.

Bliss

bliss is the subtlest of the five sheaths donned
a steady hum of divine magnetism
fixating focus, taking us beyond
symbols, forms and labels of every ism
igniting here now our mind-body prism
simply stated bliss mirrors God’s heartbeat
rapture unbound that never does deplete

birth and death

Self in singularity 
lustrous and self-existent
polarises itself
to feel contrast
in fierce winds of duality 

a form is shaped
from the elements 
propelled by breath of God
mind and intellect 
with bliss rooted in heart

upon death Self exists form
the five sheaths dissolve
then if soul is desireless 
it too reunites in the Self
wherefrom it arose

however if soul has desires
that desires be fulfilled
it reincarnates again and again
until heart becomes quiescent 
whence soul’s eye becomes single

Autumn Calling

October's moving in
 I can feel it on my skin.
The wind blows lightly every leaf
 but brings in the cooling sheaths
 pushing back
 the leftovers summer beats lack;
In the quiet rush
 the trees whisper, hush
 calling out to all of us,
 change is in the breeze;
the warm that remains
 is just a hint of September games
 leaning into fall residue
 autumn calling in the faded hues;
colors ranging from the lime lemon blends
 into the shadings of olive-brown russets
 so many shadow feature ramblings
 rest in the crimson carmine maroons;
the sun rises late, ambers crawling in
 setting early to the harvest orange crimson
 and the reawakening of the blood moon
 with autumn calling a lurid dying of October from June;
October's moving in
 making for winter taunts and teasing
 in the constant changing of the season.

Saturday'z Shindy

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          who'duh thunk'it

      such sweet semblance

                 shes
           soft       sheaths
                sun'd
            susurrating 'bout mine
                    i
         feet from theirn
        with mine frisbee
              invested

The path to freedom

“Of our ignorance, ego is the cause ~
Truth of our being is found in the pause”
            ~ quote by poet


As we slow down, light of soul is crystallised,
cloaking itself in five sheaths of feeble form,
out of which grossest is body, by us prized,
energised by magnetism, both cool and warm.
Truth of our inner light can be realised,
if ego agrees to die in a bliss storm,
to which end all we need to do, is be still,
delighting as dark voids within our heart fill.

Black Colt Vesper

I lay my dark and spiraled finger 
against pure and corded wildwood,
In the wailing current
of the rich wheels of wilderness,
Before the sonant vesper 
of dreaming by a worshiping colt,
Shielded from sheaths of stone
by a tree marked in enfolding moss;
The flashing tongues of rolling air
in fluent, black, and breathing flesh,
Smoking in its morning cloak
of great, weaving draperies of fog:
Steeled ink, lashed still and damp
against the awning jaws of dawn.
And from the deep comes soaring
the melody of waters roaring,
Suspended in elephantine glory,
in masterly paintings of old quarry.

Melancholic

I'm sunbird of the sketched skyline, 
Soaring across soft sheaths 
Of ebony moonflowers, 
Inhaling gossamer death, tonight.

The Scream - Ekphrasis On An Edvard Munch Piece of Art

Oblong outlines of a soul
Stretched in elliptical misery
Redefines the perfect circle
To a breakable volatile tautness

Loosely cloaked in sheaths of epitonic blue
Draped upon the shrinking body to hide a terrified world 
Dressed in swirling ominous patterns of anonymity
To be lost within the deepest abyss of fatal fear

Planted like a tenuous girder of iron truth 
On a bridge of no return
There is no departure from excruciating fear
From this wicked self-imposed poltergeist

An unseen force deliberates death
Smothering with tremulous trepidation
Annihilating the essence of existence
With no bond found on common ground

There lies the secret
Within the mystery of a soul’s distress
The exorcism of human strength
As fear brings the will of life to a standstill

7-12-2023

Mountain Mist

A cloudy blanket sheaths the peaks, 
Wrapped in blue, they look enthralling, 
Emerald trees behold the sight! 

Milky river of mist like creeks
flows overhead this scene sprawling, 
What a magical view and bright! 

Here is found peace that this heart seeks, 
When the morning sun is crawling
high to spread its radiant light! 

In wispy whispers, their glow speaks, 
Green, white and azure's soft drawling
arouses sheer joy and delight! 

A myriad thoughts stirred within, 
God alone can such landscapes spin! 



1st June 2023

Image #1

Trilonnet poetry contest
Sponsor: Joseph May

Faith In You

Sheaths on my shoulders
My strength under your borders
Wreaths you lay on my pate
Pride I share with weavers of fate

My faith and loyalty of service
To you I offer with solace
My heart for you on furnace
My love never burns with sadness

My knees over my weakness
My body above all darkness
My soul drift in gladness
My heart that praise Thy kindness

With your might I can conquer alone
Your feet will stand for me all strong
For you I'll breathe my tone
Power of Thy name, my strength, my soul come along

The Leper King

Born in 1161, Jerusalem had a son
An heir to the throne, an ill one
Moving and acting a normal son
A bloody prey, eaten inside of the Chosen One.

For people's wealth, his left arm prospers
For brotherhood and peace, his right arm decrease
Health ebbed his vespers
Perished in 1185, with mask and sheaths
  to cloak his disease...

Buzzing Bustle of Activity

A colony nests inside my soul
where the nectar of pity was hoarded
For all you, the urge to soar is unabated
Hence, we may widen this horizon
Truth can form hallucinations
Still, can goals reflect reality?
maybe not?!

Enter inside the nest as a frogman
vulgarity rules the roost
you crave her gentle embrace
like breath, she sheaths
you are lured and compelled
follow up on requests at your peril

accepting you to the hive
our place is ideal for you
Improvement? or excellence?
however, we do not practice this here
wear your uniform and stay in line
shut off your mind and act as taught
you will be keen
soar solo if you must
we will sever your wings

early creative endeavors
I have gathered things for many years
yellow sunshine over grassy slopes
vividly sketched wildflowers
exactly as intended
the swarm of delight rarely stopped
by what lies outside the white picket gate
given the presence of shadows
the fence moved further away
until all my brightness occurred.

Written: October 23, 2022

Auric Field Cleansing Affirmations

May all thought forms
entities and other energies
within our auric field 
which here are present
and not in alignment with love
return back to the source
wherefrom they arose 
carrying our blessings of love
in accordance with God’s will

May all our thought forms 
scattered during the day
inadvertently or otherwise
other than resonating love
return back to us uplifted 
transmuted and love enabled
purified by the Universe
making us complete and whole
in accordance with God’s plan

We request Mother Earth 
to absorb all negativity 
within sheaths of consciousness 
healing and transmuting them
in resonation with Gods love
vivifying our form with electricities
in harmony with God’s will

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