Psalm 1 – The Humble


Blessed is the poor of wealth
For he learns to value real things
Like love and his social being
For there are many kinds of food

On this Earth, some closed to
The greedy, for his delight is
Born from humility & simple things
And his dreams are not to

Emulate the successful, for he
Witnesses their vanity, corruption
Blessed is the man who cannot
Be bought, he hath no price

He does not frequent the marketplace
With rumors, propaganda, selfishness
Instead he walketh by the river
Instead he helps the unfortunate

For he has suffered enough to know
Who requires help and true meditation
And understands the necessity of charity
And the right conditions of altruism.

Psalm 4


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Hear me when I call, O God of my humility:
I have been led here by suffering
Thou has enlarged me with the
Distress all around me, the chaos of
My human imperfection impregnates me
With prayer, and the will to do good
Have mercy upon me, and hear my hopes.
O ye sons of men, how long will ye turn
Away from your inner god and glory?
How long will ye love vanity, and seek after leasing? Selah.
But know that the Lord hath apart him
That can love purely, without self-benefit
Without the merits of the marketplace
The Lord will hear when I call unto him

For I stand in awe, and sin only intended sin:
Sin that is my commune with my future self
That I might commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still. Selah.
I offer the sacrifice of inferiority, failure, defects
And put my trust in righteousness, everlasting,
There be many who say, Who will not see our Good?
Lord, lift thou up the light of thy countenance
Brighter as always for the darker times, upon us
Thou hast and shall put gladness back into my heart,
More than in the time that their shelter and luck increased.
I will both be subservient to the teachings of my life, and sleep:
For thou, Lord, only makest my path a beauty of peace.

I’ve Grown Thin with Silver Love


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I share a sacred decree
With all who have ever
Suffered the tremendous burdens
Of human mortality, we know

The same pains, the thirst
The horrible sensation of separation
I’ve bathed in it, studied it
I’ve rushed towards the Beloved One

With a torrent of flesh, blood, bones
Every organ in me has invested
In creating Divinity, in growing
More complete, more receptive

Compassion breathes into my ears
Until I listen, truly identify with
The stories from the four corners of the Earth
I want to know the world’s pain

I want my pride to be melted
My self-interest to be turned to good
I share a sacred decree
With all who know abandonment, death

Hardship, incapacity, doubts
Of human mortality, we know
The same ambiguities, inequalities
The horrible injustice of power

I’ve lived poor, I’ve known disease
Now I rush towards the Beloved One
On knees of prayer, with weapons of love.

Whispers of the Poet Seers


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Where there is Injury/
Divinity has pardoned me
With the mercy of the worlds
Where there is Suffering
I have been healed by

The greatest solace ever felt!
Where there was Doubt
I have wept with the Faith
Of the most luminous Numinousity
I have swallowed Oneness

Till I hurt with the Supreme connection/
Between us all, like a Universal sympathy
The galaxy was the Brain of God
And we were Neurons smiling
Where there is Sadness

I have been given a chaotic Joy/
That triumphs over all obstacles
Where there is Hatred, the Love
Of youth and innocence changed it all
O Divine Master, I am nothing without you

Take me to be your minister, your servant/
That I would learn to love others
For what they truly are.