Learning to Have Nothing


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To Summon the Complete surrender of love here

I have to summon up desire day-to-day
Not to do what I do, or be who I am
But, to become an unexpected
Friend with desire, I don’t like

To recognize my own needs
I’m not comfortable
Imposing them upon the world
I eat for sustenance

I have sex for bonding
I write to experience beauty
I have to summon up desire day-to-day
I don’t require much money

To be happy, I don’t have literary friends
Okay, that’s maybe a problem
Should I desire to network, I’m quite inept?
I have to summon up the desire day-to-day

I have to remind myself, you’re still
A person and even if you have nothing
I’ve never possessed much, not even goals
I experienced all this like a child

And on special days, a bit of a child
Remains to wonder at all that I’ve
Set my soul upon, all that I’m giving up
As if all must be fair, or as if

Sacrifice wasn’t part of ordinary living
I have to summon up desire day-to-day
To remind myself I’m separate from you
So I do my own thing, you remind me to have goals
I have to summon up courage, time-to-time
To give myself time to ripen, what’s the hurry
The journey encompasses all my desires anyway.

Whisper of the poet seers


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Whisper of the poet seers

God alone is enough
Said the Angels to the women
Nature alone is enough
Said the mothers to the children

Trying to let the little boys
To find gratitude for what nature gives
Let nothing startle you
Said the Saint to the sinner

The sinner only smiled
For as a beggar he knew
Whoever has God
Lacks nothing, and there

Are as many secrets to happiness
As there are men, God alone
Is enough, to pray means then
Not to desire for one self

But to serve a higher power
I will tell you when Spring comes
Said the Angels to the chorus
How God knows how to heal

Time reinvents herself every April
I will believe it when I see it
Said the little girl to the big world.

Believing in Beauty


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Believing in Beauty

Each and every time
The sun comes out
That’s part of the best

Of your golden edged time
Everytime you touch a flower
Or dream a cloud

With blue-tongued skies
Remember seasons are for melting
For merging and forgetting

We know what we need to know
Letting go takes courage
Giving up takes humility

Forgiving the rain for the darkness
While harvests are given freely
The rose endures without viewers

But is still already ready to be beautiful
Nature gives freely, without profit
Learn to dream a poem
In whatever you do.

Expression of mystical love


The great day is when you are set free
From your personality, ego, attachments
The soul sets free upon pure service
Never to profit the same again

The body no longer craves biology
And the brain no longer craves
The familiar suffering of existence
It requires rather the essence of holiness

The value of sacredness and sacrifice
The poetry of inner spirit and divinity
It’s a state of ecstasy the common
Mind cannot entertain, know, or touch

On that day, filled by the vision of
Something beyond humanity
The tribe, the wars, the history
I found my body became purer tears

No trace remained of why I loved myself
Or what I sought for myself alone
I was no longer an individual alone
Against an indifferent world

But I was a privileged duty to serving God
God without a seal of belief or book of faith
God the universe without possessions
God the love without the need for a lover.

Psalm 5 – Silence


Thou hast put gladness in my heart
Without telling me, such is
The mercy of thy Grace, O Lord
I never did anything to

Put you there, of this I am quite sure!
Stand in awe, little Mortal
Thus I am small and happy, Selah!
I have lost all righteousness

Whatever Greatness I once was
Has passed and is gone
My only love now is what
I can give to this world

Before I too am gone, we all
Change in the nature of thy grace
Give ear to my words, O Lord
Not my thoughts, but my heart

That knows nothing but the
True consideration of universal love
Personal love being too far close
To the animal, to the wickedness

Of Man and his devotion to possession
Possessing nothing, I find myself
More free, more giving, more apt
To not speak but find peace

In silence and the simple things
Consider that, my final meditation
And in not hearing the voice
Of my own thoughts, thy blessing.

These Years of Embryonic Spirituality


How beautiful is the vision
God is light, nature is divinity
So respect what is given in this world
The spiritual essence of

Biological and artificial things
Gem of our eternal beauty
Mirrors of the cosmos-soul

Splendor point of our familiar
Lives, these words fail but
Our hearts can still heal the world
Love is an eternal being

Perfect and free, that goes from
Person to person, in our racing lives
To describe what I have seen

Cannot be done, only by giving in
To the universal love possessed
In each one’s soul can it be shown
How beautiful is the vision

The Holy Spirit that does not require
Dogma, prejudice, judgement,
Not even scripture, or authority

Life is an immeasurable distance
An intuitive unity of person and people
Observer and event, subject and object
Do not try too hard to be impressive

But let your inner humility shine through
The whole universe is supporting you
To be simple, and simply yourself

Father, son and holy spirit
Mind, heart and will to do good.

The Soul Achieves Herself without effort


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Gradual is our relationship
with the grace behind nature
another spectral October Fall
how the wizard sun confines

and the flamingo sunsets wave goodbye
the fires ebb, the flowers cease
their sport, the stars wink
at snowflakes on their fall

to carpet a sparkling web
sapphire moments drift by
at dusk in the cities
there is a soft glimmer

in the streets, it is cold outside
as we bow one by one into
our brief solitude, with visions
to guide us for the labours of tomorrow

paralyzed by the savings of gold
or the lack of savings in our bank accounts
the wisdom of life is a brief release
the details we once scrutinized

no longer seem so important after all
to live a good life, means different things
at separate points in our story
and nothing in the end intoxicates

like the God neurochemical
call it what you will, the spirit
lives on after all these subplots
the search for a diviner brand

of metaphysics, philosophy, utopia
until there are no visitors to our soul
but a diviner truth, a more united feeling
gradual is our relationship
with what’s beyond the scope of years.

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Psalm 6


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O Lord, rebuke me not for my ignorance
Neither chasten me for my vexed state
Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak:
O Lord, heal me; for my heart is feeble
Let me recognize then, the weakness in others
As those that should be helped, deserving of compassion
My soul can only hold so much grief
But thou, O Lord, how long?
How long must I wait, Return, O Lord, deliver me?
Oh save me for some special work, for mercies’ sake
For in death there is no remembrance of thee:
In the grave I shall give no thanks for
The story which I alone was given, my Dharma’s weight
I am weary with my groaning, my own kind of special suffering
All the night make I my bed to swim with heavy dreams
I water my couch with useless fears, and dozens of tears
It waxeth old because of all my chided memories
That kept me apart from kindness, in isolated shame
Depart from me, all cowardess, all dread
For the Lord hath heard my soft weeping
All supplications and prayers till the end
Let all my faults turn away their misery
Let them return and be ashamed suddenly
That I might have a chance to be another kind of person.

GOODBYE


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Let your burdens, and our blind mischances
Rest, this is the luckiest to know
That we are not unique, the kindest truth
And that our souls may freely come and go

We must at least renounce breath
And the musky annointment of tired lungs
The certain tang in an off-beaten heart
The weary weight of years in bones

It is not for us to say, what were the fruit
Of blooming wisdom or peace that stepping back
To loving simplicity, the omens of
What comes next, that we have not always

The time to say goodbye, because we live
By instinct, and follow particular bearings
From the source, no backward glances then
No ceremony, for irregular events that fit together

In the story of our time, whose full dimensions
Remain unknown, or without prescident.

SPIRITUAL SOLUTION


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On the Egyptian papyrus
I read the star-chart of the future
There are no credits in fate

No discretion in life-experience
As if life were a mere accident
In some ghost-continuum of

Many possible futures, variables
Of natural algorithms of what
Was meant to be, after all –

Beneath Spring light as lovely
As candles in the Earth’s own womb
I felt the racing of embryos

Life, love and the plummet of years
Priceless as the attendants of lost hours
I sought to unloose the perfect

Formula of being, but there was none
No happiness that led to lasting joy
Except for the strange spiritual instinct.

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Karma Arrives Like a Smile of God


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Treatise on the Tao II


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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


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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.

I Hear the Mad Woman Singing Old Hymns


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Dark Friend, what can I say?
That Krishna is with me to the end
This love I bring
In suffering I heeded not a normal life
Seeing the elegant body of the Supreme
I am ravished
Courted by spiritual messengers
My brain sings the old Sanskrit hymns
The perennial feelings
Well up teardrops of surrender
I blaze across mystic silence
I am stamped by lifetime after lifetime
Like a virgin to God
Like an infant to Nature
I visit the courtyard
Where we first met
From distant lifetimes that are ancient
Today will too one day be ancient
Dark Friend, what can I say?
That I do not fear death.

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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.