Treatise on Sol

I remember the gifts from the Earth
Insensible as golden clay
Delicious as emerald Spring

So we go there, where nothing is waiting
One in five stars has an Earth
But my home is a living ruby

Of humanity’s journey through history
A magical thorn of slow winters
Shadows of silent waters

Bouquets of fields-flowers dancing in the wind
My home is Sol, friendly palace
Of crazy roots, dreaming forests

Intelligent Cities, helpful beings
I remember the gifts from the Earth
Her love that rocked me like

The source of blood and carnations
The rock and salad of my foundations
Yellow moments of beloved Autumns

Everything was so alive there
The fragrant luminous Moon
The sea-circle cluster of buds

And wildlife with the wild speed of whiteness
Wonders soft, as the burning of wood with music
And Beautiful women and children

With new measures like swans and lilies
And crystal computers with the hunger to improve
We sniffed the hot twilight of summers
And craved the savage harvests of the future.

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Treatise on Immortality & Reincarnation

Between Nothingness and Eternity
I will meet you there
Past the rich pretensions

Of early life, my real name
You will know
By the frequency of my spirit

Wholly unto each other
As beings of Light
We will wrap our souls

With the rainbows of
Divine caliber, preparing
Our minds for future

Incarnations, I am the red thread
That attaches to your gold thread
We are the flame of spirit-stuff

Quantum and without angles
Between the Void and Infinity
I will meet you there

As particles of the Absolute
Our secret selves shall bathe
In the same bliss and rejoice

With unmeasured thoughts of the vast stars
Where Immortality shines in a billion
Evolving selves, with the speed of time.

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Treatise on Divine Love

I have loved Thee with two loves
a selfish love that was of ignorance
and a love that is worthy of thee –

as for the love which is selfish
I occupy myself with thee!
With my suffering, with my little aims

Therefore I include myself with thee
In the addition of all others
In some unity for which I do not understand

But in the love which is pure
I have renounced the world for giving
The giving that was selfish indeed

altruism, art, spiritual seeking; they were
all selfish too, though I always strive
To raise my love to some forgotten heights

where I might taste some fresh divinity
to praise thee in both this and that –
that love was my only measure of reaching
and learning how to be selfish & unselfish.

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Treatise on Attar II

The home we seek is in eternity
my spirit has wandered
across endless countries

I have experienced
the pouring of so much grace
to live, to love, and i have looked

everywhere, for Your love –
then suddenly I am filled with it
as a mystic ecstatic with the source

i have felt famine in my veins
and been a slave among peoples
but my prayers have been my light

my poetry the last drop of devotion
that was my strength, when i was weak
my life was the opportunity that was given

if I ignore it, if I waste it –
i will only turn to dust
either way, i will one day live in eternity,

as a spark or a cloud or a gem
or a filament of gold after stars
kiss each other coyly.

Treatise on Rabia al Basr

In
my soul
There is a temple, a shrine, a garden
where my religion is love
nature, freedom, peace
Where time
Does not have a body
And the future is not
A question of economy, survival, friendship
But where all dissolves
In divinity and connectedness
where ecstasy gets poured into itself
spreading across the galaxies
like a spiritual luminosity
In
my soul
There is a voice, a whisper, a melody
where all art retreats in deeper revelry
and hope
Does not require a family, nation, empire
But can include everything, everyone, all beings.

Treatise on How to Pray

When I pray
I speak with my heart’s
Constant Guest
God the host of the galaxy

I measure success differently
I compete with myself
In how well I can encompass others
Rejoice with their spirits

When I pray
I no longer pray for myself
But I seek to expand my heart’s natural
Limits, to enlighten its foundations

Very few seekers can afford
Two Lines to Heaven from their chi
One, from their soul’s unshakable trust
Two, from their spirit’s breath of devotion

Hope has no real intention
But to remind us to be connected
I have a meditation-appointment
With God, in small hours of morning

In late hours of the night
I let in the higher worlds
To swarm in me beyond my imagination
One simple truth to feel alive:

You are bound to know God’s will
If you allow God to become real to you.

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Treatise on God’s Plan for Man

There are these ultimate absurdities
That make God’s troubles ours
The animal in man never cared for him
The divine in man never won him over yet –

God was not meant to live through man
Man was meant to be mistaken
God does not therefore think of man constantly
Though he loves us equally

Neither of us shall live close to him
So then is it worth to be a sleepless dreamer?
Of God-dreams, unrealized by our orphan-tears?
True, I do not know who I am

So, how shall I ever know my God
There are these ultimate absurdities
That only evolution can solve
The miracle of loving brings us on

To a future where light knows how to brighten
When the Divine in man might liberate
The human from the animal
The soul from the biological machine.

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Treatise on Oneness

Today
I am quietly choosing God’s light
The sunlit path is meant

To illumine me of myself
On meditation-wings
To carry down my own

Heart’s unrelenting purity
Today
God’s forgiveness finds me

No matter where I am
God’s compassion takes me
Where I ought to go

Into your arms, into your mind
With your creativity bright!
Today

I think upon Goddess-power
Her lovely eyes of
Infinity’s satisfaction-smile

She cannot afford to be
As careless with my life
As I am

Today
The new quantum-reality
Is teaching me how to surrender

To its Vision-Light
To its reaches of Supermind
My soul representing

Goddess the Beauty
On earth, with a peace that
Requires no interpretation

And a hope to love the Earth
That needs no explanation
It just is.

Treatise on the Inner Counselor

God felt me smile
And gave me Bliss
She is my outer Coach

Therefore I smile as I succeed
She is my inner Coach
Therefore I have danced

Before the infinite proceeds after me
I entertain God on my footsteps clear
And underestimate things such as

Her Compassion-Beauty
And I overestimate Man’s cruelty
But humanity has its own plan

God felt me smile at her fate
And gave a few of us Bliss
With promise-power, warmth

That is spread from generation to generation
I chose not to understand God
But she lived in me anyway

Yesterday’s God had to be reframed
She gave me jokes, cosmic humor
A way out of my little mind:

I am giving God, in lyrical strains
A little problem; my useless life
That listens earnestly to the life of others.

Treatise on Solace

God wanted you
To go to Him untouched
But what did you do?
You know!
You went to him
With the final love

That comes from too much suffering
You went to God as a human being
Tired of being good
Tired of the sensation of hope
You felt the breath in you
Was increasing in hesitation
And sleeplessness, so you went

To God, To love you sleeplessly
And it worked!
Like an unfinished Dream of god
You stood, half-perfect
With thoughts that were
An unending Reality of God

You woke up, struck then by
The God-Hour of your species
You took the last step, with
A heart of gratitude
Smooth solace for the chaos

Mistaking earth for Heaven
You loved the world with new eyes.

Treatise on Revolution (Kabir)

When the bride is one with her lover
Who cares about the wedding party?
When the divine is what you hunger for
What can’t you not stand in this world?

Throw away all religions, all corporations
And trust in a love of humanity and all life –
For history troubles us with her scriptures
And systems simply trap us in their ruin

Admire the diamond that can bear
The hits of the hammers of time
Plunge into the truth, find out who the
Inner Teacher is, enough of false authorities

Hang the body and the mind between
The arms of the Beloved, in the ecstasy
Revolution, where the world can be reborn
Into something less like a stubborn master
Into a world where there are no slaves.

Treatise on Self-Transcendence

I shall show God
By acts of humility
Because you are the Lord of my life
I was built by nature’s finery

God’s Compassion-feet
Thrive in my bones
My blood has soul
My water has spirit

I do not interfere
In God’s funny Affairs
Every day I let Him
Create a new world

Destroy an old world
That is what Divinity does
Changing by God-Satisfaction
Natural laws, so why pray?

I shall show God’s works
By selfless surrender
That is my final act of self-transcendence
To frighten the animal in me

My God is all Justice
To enlighten the human in me
My God is all Compassion
Simplicity, compassion and humility

Enough of God’s Lion-Power
Back to God’s Deer-Speed.

Treatise on Surrender to the Future

My Beloved,
I came into the world
With empty hands,
Unaware of what treasures

I might find here –
I cam from God
The Eternal Dreamer
Ready to know my Immortal Lover

She was the happiness-gift
Of a devotion I valued most
She was the bliss-spark
Of a surrender I happened upon

Naturally, as naturally
As I was born to live and die –
My Beloved,
My minds wants to invent

A new God, with pretty new doctrines
But my heart wants to discover
Something eternal, untarnished
By bloody histories, civil unrest

My dear Nature,
Please warm me before
Evolution finds my kind extinct
My gratitude-heart,

Can only bare so much
And I feel your heart
Even in the carelessness of all
We have done, all we do

The miracle of my chase with God
Can only end in the realization
Of your secret wishes
In my descendants.

Treatise on Sri Chinmoy

Be universal in your love
For we all come from its being
You will see the universe

To be the picture of your own being
If we call ourselves children
Of God, what is the place

In exploiting each other?
Approach each as a Beloved
For complete and total acceptances

From when we have expertise in empathy
Love being the only wealth
That man absolutely needs

That can heal man absolutely
Love is the only wealth
That God precisely is, since
We all require mercy and poor mysticism!

In underestimating the place of simplicity
In the end of our suffering
Be universal in your love
For it is only in the highest altruism

You are capable, that you attain
Your intended perfection
Try to approach God

With your crying heart, try
To feel the crying heart in others
That you might all approach
The same spiritual consciousness.

Treatise on Silence

Wherefore of one cannot speak
Thereof one must be silent
For silence is listening to the universal

Doing nothing is better than
Being busy doing nothing
Doing nothing is silence of action

Therefore be vulnerable and open
Being open to beauty and bounty everywhere
Therefore be silent and have reverence

It is the space within that makes it useful
There are times when the only correct
Thing to do is to bear out troubles

Until a better day, therefore be patient
As patient as the moon, which does not fight
It attacks no one, it does not worry

It keeps to its natural course and nature
Be as a gentle influence upon others
A subtle light of friendship and hope.

Treatise on Lao Tzu III

He who obtains has little
He who scatters has much
So be like water, go everywhere
Experience everything, experiment

That is the quickest way to learning
She who loves the world
Finds easiest the world inside herself
The sage does not hoard, for there

Is no such thing as real hoarding
The more he helps others
The more he benefits himself
the more she gives to others

The more she gets herself
The career of the sage is personal
Yet the rewards are always impersonal
Nothing is softer or more flexible

As water, so be as water
Nothing will then be able to resist you
Agree to lose yourself, that you may
Be transformed into something else

When virtue is lost, compassion appears
When suffering is endured with a smile
Order begins to stir in the system
For all systems are the same, like water.

Treaties on the Tao III

Together we call them the Mystery
The way which we all trod, that cannot be named
The nature of existence, the laws of our being
All in the world knows the skill

That works through our skill
Without doing anything, we are
Instruments of other forces
Together we call them the Mystery

He who knows others is wise
She who knows herself is Enlightened
But I do not concern myself with rituals
Either good or evil, I do not serve any

Together we call them the Mystery
Great acts are made up of small deeds
So don’t be ashamed to do the little things
Together we call them the Mystery

From caring, comes courage
To see things in the seed,
That is genius, one who is too insistent
On his own views, finds few to agree with

Together we call them the Mystery
Violence, even well intentioned,
Always rebounds upon oneself, so
To lead people, walk behind them.

Manifest plainness, embrace simplicity
Reduce selfishness, have few desires
To have few desires, server others
To serve others, increase the scope of your love
Together we call them the Mystery.

Treatise on the Tao II

At the center of your being
You have the answer;
All the answers are written there –
And the questions, the luminous

All-important queries, that which
Your life built upon
The Way is “how you know who you are”
Rejoice then, in the way things are

For everything extends from acceptance
And everything is possible if
He who trust enough, intrinsically, implicitly!
To the mind that is still,

The whole universe surrenders
Nature does not hurry, all experiments are tried
We are one such experiment, that is all –
Nature works through us, slowly

Everything is accomplished, truth
Is only completed by paradox
Soul, is only realized in quantum nano-fusion
When I let go of what I am,

I become what I might be
And that is all I need to know
He who knows that enough, is enough
Will always have enough.

Treatise on the Tao

Life is a series of natural
Spontaneous changes, don’t resist them
Let reality be reality
Let things flow naturally

Forward in whatever way they like
That is contentment, that is
Non-attachment, that is natural joy
When you realize there is nothing lacking

The Whole world belongs to you
The entire Universe applies to you
Then you are most truly yourself
With nobody to compete with

But an indwelling spark to nourish
And to nourish it in others
In thinking, keep to the simple
In work, do what you enjoy

In family, be completely present.
Simplicity, patience and compassion
These remain, after all control
Has been relinquished, living

Is an organic feature of existence
If you realize that all things change
There is nothing you will try to hold on to
Possession is an illusion, we are but spirits

Roaming from one world to the next
A journey of light-years, must begin
With a single look into the Sun.

Treatise on Akhmatova

You will hear thunder and remember me,
It is not just, to be stingy with your spirit!
Think then upon wanton storms

The rim of the sky spoke to you
With her hard crimson sails
Your heart on fire, we’ve all

Seemed to ourselves, as if in a dream
Our lives an accidental guest
If the world were music

How our bodies would brighten up –
My shadow it must then, serve
As the friend I crave, on such nights

Where memory must be slaughtered
For tomorrow’s warmth, with a still
Beating breast, the carnival of life keeps

Still, seeming like someone’s delirium
Or a reflection in somebody else’s mirror
I’ve lived without a name, my destiny

Haunted by incompletion, I’ve been
Touched by grief, as the future that ripens
In the past, I’d rather not recall just now

Forgive me, I’ve managed badly to
Console you, I’ve left only traces
Of myself in songs, Russian can lip these –

The voice so wild and simple
As to be untranslatable into any one tongue
We learned not to meet anymore

Our youthful dreams in starry words
That chill, at the bottom of hope whiter than chalk
Where the rosy limbs of youthful idealism

Must take root in new minds, favourite hours
That are no longer mine, but yours
I will not condemn you to repeat my mistakes

Though you will, without spilling your blood
Too much, you may not know the wild honey
Smells of freedom, or how the dust fled from sunlight

But then again, I do not wish too much
Revolution in your times, or dying friends;
As for me, you will hear thunder and remember these
And think: “she wanted beautiful storms.”

Treatise on Kabir II

Are you looking for me?
I am in the next seat
Your heart jumping
As our shoulders touch

As our heads turn with smiles
In a moment that is a feast
Not found in temples, holy books
Not found in rituals, or authorities

Not in teachers, or sayings
It is the living divinity of life –
I’ve burned my own house down
With my yearning for you?

Ecstatic beloved. of divine partnership
Admire the diamond that can
Bear the hits of poverty and loneliness
It is the human spirit, bundled

In the market of profitless meditation
Lo! I am beside thee, and for an instant
Our minds are love, in a moment of time
Are you looking for me?

Student, tell me, what is God?
Is he but an empty dream, the soul too?
A garden of flowers O lost friends!
In your body is the garden of flowers

Take your seat on the thousand
Petals of the lotus, and gaze on Infinite Beauty.
The ultimate unbounded cannot be lured
By virtue, philosophy – but only by

Purity, freedom, emptiness, the silence
Of non-attachment, the glory
Of a lover who sees his beloved everywhere
There, an Eternal Fountain has no words.

Treatise on God III

~ Exert from the Book of Faith

I’ve lived a modest life, told the truth
But I lived as if I had little Faith
Never did I once imagine
That nothing was impossible for me –

But to move mountains faith is required
For requests to be granted
For our hour of liberation to arrive
Of greater worth than gold, I ask for Faith

That which was once promised
From all that was sacrificed
Preaching is useless without that secret
Faith for which there is no easy remedy

The lasting listening, the last friend
For which there is no book, no sight
Invisible was our God, as mystical as the night –
Now faith is a kind of knowledge

That rests upon the hope of eternal life
Not for I myself, but for the promised beloveds
For a kind of salvation outside the scope of profit
But I have loved as if my faith was inexhaustible.

Treatise on God II

Here, bear testimony, you are your own best witness
Do unto others as you
Would have them to do you
Love must be sincere, therefore

Cling to what is good
Be compassionate at all times
Love has no intent to harm
The fulfillment of the law is kindness

Mercy, charity, service, helpfulness
Hope, love and faith together move –
But the greatest of these is love
And Love for God’s work in us

Dear friends, let us love on another
For love comes from God
Everyone who loves has been
Born God and knows God

There is no fear in love, therefore
Perfect love drives out all fear, anxiety
Fear punishes, love gives
Say yes to love, and no to fear

At every juncture of your life
Here, bear testimony, the love in you
Will be your own judge and jury
Great love is not only for self, family, friends

But for all beings, all creatures
There is no chosen people, no right nation
All planets together move in the galaxy
A friend loves at all times, whoever forgets God

That is their concern, for God so loved the world
There we were created to love the world too
No one can serve two masters, so listen
Inside your heart, and serve the true soul

For in thine own conscience thou findst
The truth of thy love, and all fulfillment therein.

Treatise on God

And, behold, I am with thee
As the planets live amongst the stars
Behold, I hold thee, as the trees
Keep the Earth together, the air fresh

I am God, nature pure devoid of scripture
I am Love, creative, a power of evolution
I can do everything through
He who gives me strength

I can love everyone through
She who gives me the ability to love
And, behold, I am not alone
For God so loved the world

And we each have a spark of God
And whoever believes in the stars
Shall not perish but have eternal life
For in the stars awaits our destiny

And we know that in all things God works
For the good of those who crave the light
Of the future, do not conform any longer
To the pattern of the past world, it is gone

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything
By prayer and petition, present your love
To the Galaxy, the one you were born into
For it is by grace you can know God

Through faith, and not for yourself,
By the fruit of the spirit in love, joy, peace, patience
Kindness, goodness, faithfulness;
It is the gift of God, therefore I urge you

Brothers, our grace is sufficient to confess
That we want to be part of the new creation
It is love which changes the world, after all,
Keep your love free from the love of money

Live simply, give yourself fully, until the Holy Spirit
Comes unto you, let yourself be a witness
May the God of hope fill you with overflowing trust
Until resurrection finds you ready and purified.

Treatise on Hafiz II

Dear one, stay close to anything
That makes you glad you are alive –
Bring your cup near to bliss-touch
Empty it of all other substance!

You are joy-awoken heart pouring with light
You are the full moon, in the center of each eye
Dear one, let your language urge
Each to their divine source!

Say those things, that every other
Eye in this world is dying to hear?
Love is that funeral pyre
Where I am extinguished, where I

Have laid my living body to exchange
Greetings and throbbing moments, with you
Where we might sit and play music
Dear one, cleave to your true friends

Who show you the beautiful eyes of their souls
For the root of all these scents and sounds
Is but the sharing of the course
Come in my dear, from the harsh world

You who have felt elements
Upon your tender face, you
Who would receive a toast form us
You don’t have to act crazy anymore –

The Earth would die if the sun
Stopped kissing her, so let me feel
All your suffering and sordid past
In my loving arms, once again.

Treatise on Thich Nhat Hanh

Sometimes your joy is the source
Of your smile, sometimes your smile
Is the source of your joy, do not be

Too modest, or too frugal –
Walk as if you are kissing the Earth
With your feet, touch the body of

The world with your hands
As if you were a newborn child
Sometimes your suffering becomes

The familiar territory you cling to
But do not fear the unknown, it is
The place where experience hunts you

And by hunting what is new, you are reborn
Because you are alive, everything is possible
Smile, breathe and go slowly

Watch everything for little miracles
Wake up in the morning, and smile
Plant seeds of joy for each day

Your actions are your only belongings
So drink your tea slowly and reverently
Without rushing towards the future
For your life has to be your message.

Treatise on Jesus of Nazareth III

Many people mistake their work
For their vocation, but our vocation
Is to love, universal and immediate
This is why we are here on Earth

If you marry something, make sure
It fills every opportunity in you
To make the world a better place
That is the feast, and that is the holy communion

Having loved those who shared our lives
How can we have any regrets in the end?
The resurrection is when we die to ourselves
And learn to give without rewards

Who can achieve it, all who have shed false-belief
I cannot consider myself righteous
If I do not learn to love the world more wholly
More fully, that is the vocation of my love

A new commandment I give to thee:
To serve each other, by this all the people
Will know that we are all disciples of true caring

Blessed are those who are not afraid
To lose what wasn’t meant to be;
From the rising of the sun, to the place
Where it sets, is the name of my Lord which is Love.

Treatise on Jesus of Nazareth II

Do not be anxious for tomorrow
For tomorrow she will be anxious for herself
Since all time loves its own troubles

As surely as we are sufficient in our cause
To suffer is part of living, therefore love
Give to everyone who begs from you

For giving is the greatest reward
We live on not bread alone
But with every word of kindness

And every joy that was shared
Do not pray if it delays action
For today is the time to act

Love thyself as if you were truly
Part of God, as little children of the Sun
Our kingdom is not of this world

We are but holy guests creating here
So serve and shelter what you create
For they will inherit what you once were

Believe in God, not for results
But for communion with a universe
In translation, remembering even
Our best translations sometimes go wrong.

Treatise on Jesus of Nazareth

But I say to you, Love your
Enemy as you would your Neighbor
Your Neighbor as you would your Mother

Do not persecute these or yourself
Father who is in heaven; he would not approve
Be compassionate for all creatures

Do not let your hearts be troubled
Trust in yourself, as the universe incarnate
Trust also in others, as if they were you

Ask for it and these be given unto you;
Search for it, and she will find you –
Love, like the universe opens all doors for you

A new command you were given:
Love one another, as nature gave you life
Free of possibility, full of potential

For the universe loved her many children
Eternal life endures, like a lover
Whose objects are not limited, but unlimited

Whose bliss is unconditional, not only for thy family
but I say to you, Love more if you want
To be closer to perfection, keep only possessions

In your heart, that is thy only commandment
For what shall it profit a being, who forgets how to love?

Treatise on Emily Dickinson

From us, she has wandered one and a half centuries
Her tarrying, for unusual lyrical speech
Unknown in wilderness, preserving open-poems

To walk with words as Ethereal feet
No eye remembers her white-dressed
Wit, we only know our time of the present –

We took the mystery, of her rhymes that
Turned themselves inside-out
From us, she put away her ghosts

Her frantic stanzas, sunsets sworn
In short muse that hath too long a date
To talk with the Sun and Springtime’s bees

Poet of poets, woman of Massachusetts!
How many times can I read thy brief Divinity?
Alphabets of sublime artistry,
Heart as much a pen, as any page’s soul.