
PEACE
Everybody is acting busy,
The mind inward uneasy.
One victory followed by a downfall,
To start again till nightfall.
Peace with all brings tranquility,
Mind altering reality.
Are these wars justified or are they lame?
It is with love and not terror does the One get tame.
This poem is in the new edition of "Ponder Awhile" which should be released in August.
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Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Peace
Friday, May 2, 2008
Eternity
ETERNITY
My friends are yellow, brown and white,
What difference does it make to the light?
My friends are yellow, brown and white,
What difference does it make to the light?
The joke that beholds us all,
Comes to us only at the moment of our greatest fall.
Death is our friend,
Where there is no trend,
Why fear it is really near.
Why show me the light, why confuse me?
Ignorance was bliss why did you diffuse me?
To know is to be a liar,
What better way to throw me into fire?
When in pain I say your name,
The reality that is, is no more the same.
The light that shines beyond the star,
Is the same in my heart.
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Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Truth
TRUTH
Bramha, Allah, Jevovah, Vishnu, Ahuramazda, Shiva...
What’s in a name?
A way to identify the same,
Geography, language is mainly to blame.
Your glory is such,
Man asks for too much.
Meditation or one pointed concentration is the key,
But who says there is no fee?
Day to dawn makes no sense,
What does? We call nonsense.
Who am I and why am I here?
Has just become my greatest fear.
Is justice to be done with the strength in my hands?
Or by sweet words maybe written in the sand?
When will you set me free?
So that I can be with thee.
How am I to live in bliss?
When I stop myself from giving all a kiss.
Why do I write I do not know?
It is only ink on paper to show.
From Ponder Awhile
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