Short Maya Poems
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When woke from the dream,
I remember life's purpose:
A dream so vivid,
Yet temporarily lived.
All I learn, stays forever.
bohemian indulgence
monk mode renunciation
both wishing to be elsewhere
away from the here and now
are caught in egoic glue
wallowing in shallows
03-December-2022
For Dr Maya Angelou
Vanquished by the day one may be,
Beaten down by the barren night.
Faltering at times,
at times upright.
Still one stands.
One still fights.
For though one falls,
One must rise.
Form:
For today’s blessing I turn once again to Maya Angelou
whose words speak to people of all faiths and religions…
from Judaism to Islam to Christianity
May we be blessed not to die
without having done something wonderful for humanity.’
Maya veil that conceals our light
Our souls limitation
Presence yet discerns wrong from right
Choosing love vibration
Granted on earth, free will
Each impulse we distil
Till bliss does overspill
Holy grail
Maya veil
21-August-2021
Quietus
These times when there is so much hatred in the world
I am grateful for the words of Maya Angelou
which always help me cope:
Love recognizes no barriers.
It jumps hurdles, leaps fences,
penetrates walls to arrive at its destination
full of destination…
full of hope.
Maya
Truthful, enthusiastic, prolific, kind
People will never forget how she made us feel
If you do not like something, she said, change it.
An American poet, singer, poetess
She published seven autobiographies
Pouring her pain out to help others.
Helping us to do the same
Angelou
A freed culture plays with possibilities, with hearts in heat and no distractions in sight. Running through masterpieces they go beyond the limitations of themselves. No need for self protection- their communities stand tall. Art: Dead and forgotten; nature’s magic speaks to them. The world exists; the beginning of abundance.
May be Maya Angelou or Martin Luther King,
Who with some marvelous story will bring,
Lifelong friend,
To their end;
To us all, they meant more than anything.
Jim Horn
That sure has been quick response;
From someone would not absconce;
Always prepared;
Never scared;
On another poem start and pounce.
Jim Horn
“A wise woman wishes to be no one’s enemy; a wise woman refuses to be anyone’s victim.” - Maya Angelou
The infamous feminist and activist Maya Angelou
She was a powerful force to recon with and to know
Her feminist and civil right beliefs were strongly expressed
As she bravely spoke her mind to try put injustices to rest
Maya and I
in a queen-sized bed
moonlight and stars,
and the light of love
with the light of love
we met together
The envious tree,
the lonely branches of the tree
The shadowy hands
knocking on the windows
and spoke quietly.
"Stop it!"
But the night breeze came in
through the cracks of the windows
and cheered
"Keep going!"
We went on laid all
through the night.
1. Avoid Manichaean Concepts and Boxing - making categories - of Human Beings
2. Watch your thoughts intensely, but kindly: judge no one, not even yourself. Enjoy the drama. We are actors anyways (Ask Shakespeare, or Hindu thinkers who flesh out the concept of Maya and "Krishna Lila.") Do STOP obvious evils.
3. ACCEPT: you are no better - or worse - than other human beings.
If God did not play Hide & Seek with us
We would see GOD, all of God, nothing else!
So He hides, then gets more elaborate at hiding;
To humans He seems reluctant to be found - as it were -
Those who seek in earnest, will find Him
Because the Game has to end ... and begin again
This is what common people, unschooled, know
Jesus revealed as much about Abba Father; played it best
Maya, the veil we may call illusion,
is differentiated perception,
which believing real is delusion,
sensory inputs causing deception,
conditioned belief and preconception.
As long as we believe we’re body-mind,
cravings of ego grip us in their bind,
freedom from which requires a shift to heart,
love enabled, with all mankind entwined,
eye single, whence our God-search quest can start.
and she lives
his definition of beauty - phenomenally.
and so she thrives
this caged bird of so long ago - free.
she sings.
history survives
his story of Maya never dies.
even if smoke and drinks collide
even if we jazz from January until June
even if friends and foes hide
his story of Maya never dies.
history survives
she sings.
she flies.
she reflects all that I am afraid to show
my insides.
Mind full of wisdom, strength, hope and encouragement
Always gave inspirational talks and speeches
Yielding a transformed generation
And we shall forever treasure her contribution
A poet, actress, author, dancer, and singer
Never gave up on her dreams and ambitions
Getting through with her desire and aspire
Eternity In heaven
Like all others who left a mark on this earth
Oh God grant her
Ultimately for a life well lived
May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life
that have, for us, thus far accrued…
and to begin each day with a word of thanks…
and thoughts of gratitude.
Today I’m thankful for history…
when it’s an honest unobstructed view
and for the poetry and wisdom
of Maya Angelou
Who hoped for the day…
as I do
when we are blessed to see
Native American
and black history
taught from one book…
An honest and accurate book on U. S. history.
("First Light", 2006, original oil)
Samsara’s wheel of Life,
Wheel of ignorance and suffering
Is but an illusion,
A mirage of a vast collective
Of veiled ignorant minds,
Like a spinning projection
Of hope and fear,
Above the true wheel.
So what is this true wheel
That turns at the base of reality,
In the heart of each of us?
Let’s just say
It’s not something
That can ever be named,
Yet something actual and changeless
Just waiting to be discovered.
(3/10/26)
For Langston Hughes
What sends them Harvard poets
I just couldn't do it, Sir:
What sends them Harvard poets
I just couldn't do it, Sir:
They'll never give me a Pulitzer.
What tickles them Yale poets
Just leaves me sad an' a grievin':
What tickles them Yale poets
Leaves me sad an' a grievin':
Never seen no Birch trees
On a snowy evenin'.
Then Oxford poets got they poems
An' I gots mine...
So I'll be movin' on, Langston
Movin' down the line....
Michael Ellis
Spiralling thoughts and specious logic repeatedly reinforce their affirmations rooted in swamplands of delusion with the singular aim of nurturing lower mind, continuing to shroud the self evident truth of our luminous divinity. As such, the shift, so to speak, is a journey without movement, being simply stilling mind-body identification and with it, resting cravings arising from attachment to maya borne illusions.
Lazy is better
With attentive mindfulness
The nightmare now ends
The first time I saw you
I was a child watching Roots.
No knowledge of the poetry
or autobiography pursuits.
The first poem I heard by you
was "And Still I Rise'.
As a young adult in search of
purpose it came as no surprise.
With every interview, book,
and poem I could take in.
In an odd and distant way,
you became teacher and friend.
Several chances I had to meet you,
but I was always too afraid.
Because of you and some others too
My love for poetry will never be swayed.