Spiritual Advance

Love holds no grievances

Month: June 2017

Temptations of Dead

You entered through gate now forgotten –
No meaning behind wretched doors,
But lost souls – the tortured, downtrodden,
You’ve fallen for devil – of course!

For who could resist such temptation
Of demons to dance around you?
Who’d bother to pray for redemption?
Who’d fall for such hell if he knew! –

The truth – traitorous voices have silenced
The words which still call for release
Of soul in perpetual violence,
Yet choice’s yours to make – if you please.

No threats of the thunderous voices
Still savored through thoughts in your head
Prevent you from making right choices
And leave the temptations of dead.

Corrupted Land

Exemplified in death
The sin and the defense
To keep the tired breath
Within the crumbling fence.

Stalks shadows in the night
The child, lost long ago,
Who’s overcome with blight –
The wild blood flows below.

Who will repent the sin
When pain makes it so real?
The moment we begin
To strain for the unreal

We are already lost –
No savior offers hand.
Damnation is the cost
To walk corrupted land.

A Thrall

It is indeed a miracle
That with such little faith
And all the judgments typical
You constantly embrace

You’re still remain unchangeable
Beyond the worldly strives –
In ways to you intangible
Soul unaffected lies.

And through the constant challenges
You’re facing in your life
Forgotten is your happiness –
You battle, fight and strive!

What’s use blaming the circumstance
Has when you don’t control
Your own forgotten commonsense? –
Your mind holds you a thrall.

Madman

There is a madman in the wild
Walking closer to my house
With his steps all is defiled.

I prepare, as time allows
For the madman coming in
I can feel the fear within.

Madman roams outside my door
In suspension of the fear
I can’t take it anymore,

As the madman comes so near,
Gazing through the window frame,
Watching with his eyes insane,

Silence covers the unknown –
I can feel the madman breathe,
Breath much heavier than my own.

And the fear crawls underneath
My own flesh and my own skin,
As if burning for my sin,

I submit to fear and pain
Giving in and giving up
I’m defeated through my shame –

Madman got me in his trap
Once I’m caught, there’s no way out
It remains but scream and shout:

“Stranger leave myself alone!
Just get out and leave me be,
I can’t live life on your loan…”

All is dark, I cannot see
Yet the curtains still reveal
Madman’s shadow that I feel.


Even in the depths of hell
I’m not stranger to my Self,
Yet a stranger is inside.

From my thoughts I cannot hide,
Racing mind I can’t control
As it plays the madman’s role.

Much is said, much less is done –
Madman roams just as before,
I’m afraid that I’ve become

But a madman at my core.
Wretched stranger to my Self,
I’ve succumbed to madman’s hell.

The Word

In quietness of my own mind I wait
The stillness offers hand to searching mind.
In stillness of my Self I’m not afraid,
I’m sure, firm of what I’m going to find.

There is but one and only Word I need –
All noise and chaos of the world grow still
When I am still. I wait and heed –
There is but one and only love I feel.

With pure soul, and firm resolve
I am as certain as I never was before –
All problems solved, this world’s dissolved
All pain and suffering can be no more.

We’ve tried to live through sacrifice and sword,
We’ve tried being right in world since Abraham,
But let’s be quiet now and hear the Word:
With gentleness of pure soul – “I Am”.

Defense

Your body or your soul –
The choice that you have made
Defending against all
Which threatens wretched state,

Which questions very thought
That something is not right.
“Defense” – what had it brought?
Why did you start the fight?

Die, rot to very bone!
See how you will defend
The body against stone,
And while you try to mend

Illusions obscene,
And sin you can’t atone,
Rots swiftly everything
That you have ever known!

No matter – you don’t rest,
Peace is unknown to you –
Since leaving mother’s breast
And starting life anew

All seem but to attack,
And God along with them –
Defense is sign of lack,
Defenseless don’t condemn.

A Thought

Forgotten are the moments of the past
Forgiven are the sins of yesterday
Long gone the problems I have crossed
To come where I appear to be today.

Unknown to all what future will have brought
Nor should I care, for it arrives as now,
It is but known by virtue of a thought
I thought long time ago somehow.

A thought, while cherished, seems so strangely real
And once conceived, forgotten how it came.
Today this ancient thought is somewhere still
With no one, but myself to blame.

How far should time be dragging me and where?
I did not think of consequences then
And now I am imprisoned through my dare
To walk alone, in body, as a man.

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