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Love holds no grievances

Category: Poems (Page 4 of 7)

Time

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On January 9, 2017

In Poems

Forgotten moments of the past,
Unknown the remnants of tomorrow –
Is it so strange that I have lost
The meaning of my only sorrow?

The sorrow I have felt when time
Reminded me – all will be gone…
But why? – Is living such a crime,
That time must come when it’s withdrawn?

What use have fleeting dreams of life,
When every moment passes by,
When in the midst of endless strife
You walk so low while dreaming high?

The time, some say – it even heals!
And teaches us, and helps us grow!
But in the end, it always kills –
Much is unknown, but this I know…

What was before the time begun?
How did it start, when, where – why?
What will become when time’s undone?
Will someone miss it, perhaps cry?

I have an old clock on the wall –
Each day it must be brought to life
So that the hands will slowly crawl
And help the evening to arrive.

If time is similar perhaps
Then someone must have started it,
But then, one day it will collapse,
No longer able to submit –

Each one of us to walk alone,
Kept separate by time and space –
Oh, wicked tyrant, cease, begone!
Where there is time, there is no grace.

Gestas

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On January 7, 2017

In Poems

“I look at me – I see but flesh –
Not rotting yet, but death is near…
When thoughts and dreams no longer clash
I see myself unsettling clear –

To death succumbed, I’m lost in dark
Yet realizing – I still live!
The body’s gone, but there’s a spark
Expressing one thought – to forgive.

A thought, which hardly had occurred
When I perceived with body’s eyes
Forgiveness seemed to be absurd
Replaced with hate through worldly lies.

When thoughts so dark ruled over me,
And light was seen in hues of blood,
I was determined to break free,
Tied by my thoughts – all was for naught.

Sick, sluttish thoughts – I’ve sold my soul!
Pimped my pure Self to hellish fiends –
Through my own sins they have control
The wicked rulers of my dreams!

A nightmare, living hell this is!
Why did I choose to dream such rot?
Why did I trade my precious peace,
Abandoning the only God?

The lessons harsh – I chose myself,
When I have fallen deep asleep
Into the world of seeming hell,
Into abyss of pain so deep”.

Time never stops until it does,
The wicked cycle still goes on –
A body rotting on the cross
Still prays for dreams to be undone.

Child

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On January 4, 2017

In Poems

How long will you in your despair
Pretend that Voice you cannot hear
Even when you are lost in prayer
Insisting answers are not clear?

How long will Love remain unanswered,
In your own ignorance obscured? –
While you pretend that you have answered
The call for Love which still endured

Even behind the veil of darkness
With which you’d cover all the Truth –
The Love’s not lost, you still can harness
Forgotten innocence of youth.

When seeing image in the mirror
Of wrinkled face, succumbed to time
The Truth is not becoming nearer –
Your body hides a Child sublime.

The Carpet

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On December 16, 2016

In Poems

A carpet’s spread – I drag my feet
For thousands miles – where does it lead?
Where do I go and why I strive
To find a point in pointless life?

The carpet’s red – as if being stained
In blood which here so long remained
After the journey others made
In search of their own bloody fate.

As I look back I see the past
And all the journey I have passed
While walking aimlessly alone
Along this path into unknown.

In front of me – the future lays –
Strange how it always same remains,
Looks just as narrow, just as red –
Same carpet stretches far ahead.

Where is the end, where did I start? –
The voice is silent in my heart.
The carpet hides behind the time
The reason of my only crime.

The time is prison – I remain
Locked in the cage which I maintain
Through dragging still my feet along
The carpet where I don’t belong.

It’s being time – where could it lead,
But to my death, to my defeat.
The journey pointless and so long,
The journey I myself prolong.

But time must come to end as well –
It’s up to me to break its spell.
The carpets rolls up, disappears –
No guilt remains, but my dry tears.

Never Alone

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On December 8, 2016

In Poems

I walked alone
So aimlessly
Being lost at times
When carelessly
I wandered off
Into the dark
From clear path –
I did embark.

Such wandering
Away from light
What does it bring?
Why do I fight
To be alone?
To blind my eyes? –
Praying to stone
I’ve made such lies.

“God is but Love
And so am I” –
Words ringing true
Got lost in lie
When unlike Him
I wandered far
Into the dim
Of dreams bizarre.

But I met you
And grasped your hand –
In love embraced
As one we stand.
Never alone,
Never in pain –
Together we
In light remain.

You are like Him
Savior of mine
Bathing in stream
Of Love divine.

Spirit’s Deprivation

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On November 30, 2016

In Poems

Will is slowly deprecating
Strength leaves body, life unravels –
How much time I’m estimating
Left for my own pointless travels?

I don’t know, future’s unclear.
Waiting in my own despair
For the shadows to appear
My whole self succumbed to prayer.

Why I pray? – myself unsure.
What I ask is long forgotten –
All my words seem immature,
All my hopes by my words trodden.

What’s the use has all the hoping
For the knowledge of salvation? –
I cannot continue coping
With my spirit’s deprivation.

Dreams Unclear

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On November 28, 2016

In Poems

I awaken – dreams unclear…
All the warmth had dissipated –
Warmth of times when you were near,
When your voice had resonated

Words of love I was forgetting –
Could they still bear any meaning?
Words so slowly emanating…
So conspicuously deceiving.

Freezing feeling of me sweating
While rememb’ring dreams unclear
Only proves that I’m forgetting –
You are there, nowhere near.

…

You are there – In dreams unclear…
Shadows slowly grow obscure,
Drenching body in such fear,
Leaving my heart insecure.

You’re asleep, but nowhere near –
In the distance of tomorrow
I succumb to my own sorrow
Losing you to dreams unclear.

New World

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On November 25, 2016

In Poems

The world, the thoughts creating it,
The pain and anger that arise,
Waiting for light to be relit,
You still believe in your demise.
And yet the power you possess –
The pure Self to be remembered –
From all the things which you’ve surrendered
To you’ll return, when you confess:
The sins you know are nonexistent,
And the mistakes you’ve seemed to make.
The thoughts of sin might be persistent,
And yet you’re never at the stake.
You will remember What you are
And you will see the light’s not far,
You will return where you belong –
The journey this will not take long.

What you so value here so much
Will set the path on which you’re on.
Through constant pain, or gentle touch –
Yourself decide what will be drawn.
Do not have fear in your firm step –
Your path will twist, sometimes it ravels,
There will be hurdles on your travels,
Sometimes you’ll fall for hidden trap,
Yet you will certainly persist! –
Undoing sin that you’ve imagined,
Even when path lies in the midst
Of sins and lies of your own legend.
Through your persistence you are saved
And all the things for which you’ve craved
Will never tempt you anymore
New World appears, unseen before.

The Sun Won’t Die

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On November 11, 2016

In Poems

Not unlike flying bumblebee, passing us by
The eons will pass by, and only buzz in our ears
Remains, reminds that even Sun one day will die
Abandoning our hopes, no longer drying our sad tears.

“What lives must die” – thus teaches us the world insane,
Amidst uncertainty, the prospect of our death seems true,
As it’s the only thing that waits to end our pain
We’ve learned being docile and calmly suffer through.

As we are coming into body, we begin
All this calamity – so rife – I ask, “What for?” –
To live illusionary life, undoing sin?
Something’s amiss – there must be more to it – much more!

“Deep sleep, so dark, fell thus upon his tired head” –
I read in Bible, as it starts, but then I do read on –
Some stories wise and ringing true, some very sad –
Yet never does it mention once that our sleep is gone!

In deepest slumber still, under the tree of sin
We thus remain, day after day, asleep and unaware
Of heaven we are in, of Love shining within
But choose instead to dream of dying Sun somewhere “out there”.

The Sun which sets at night, only to rise afresh –
Our Sun? – Indeed it is! For only we are dreaming still
Of it being good, caressing gently freezing flesh,
But also bad – burning in heat the remnants of our will

The Sun won’t die, for it was never born –
The holy hand of loving God, did not reach out
And manifest the world of suffering – so worn!
The world where nothing is within, all is without.

Two Friends

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On November 7, 2016

In Poems

Two friends – both beautiful and pure,
Each looking for the answers to their pain.
Each one is lost in dreams, unsure,
Each one is trying to learn –
But also their old views maintain.

One asks: “I’m so unhappy, lost in lies,
God please provide me with new life,
New wife, a better health – my body dies!
God please allow me not to strife!”

Another prays: “God, could you change
Corrupted sinners walking in the night –
The politicians – wicked and deranged,
These fools is what’s denying me Your light!”

Two friends – each lives in God, provided for,
But lost in dreams, both think they know what’s good,
Asking for less of that, of this – for more –
How tragically they are misunderstood!

What Am I?

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On November 6, 2016

In Poems

Having a deep respect – so great –
For Bible, Christians, their traits,
Yet am I one? – I’m not, can’t be –
For my eyes sin have ceased to see.

Studying Buddhism in my short life
Did help to realize the strife,
And such a meaningless pretense –
But would it be such an offense,

To still insist with question pure –
What Am I? What path offers cure?
Buddhist I’m neither, though respect
Is just the same – I can’t neglect –

The Truth and Wisdom in each way –
Each points to Truth, yet we delay
To follow truly what we’re taught
And pray to pointers – all for naught.

Not having a TV to watch
The time goes slower on my watch;
No interest in gossip void,
Makes one’s life totally devoid –

Of any waste, even of time,
Of all the hurdles and the crime,
Which we project through judging “sin” –
Seeing in others what’s within.

Writing the poetry divine
(Which I can’t say yet about mine)
Does not help Truth to understand –
Being a poet – can’t pretend.

And going still about my life
Each day – a struggle to survive,
Yet am I body? – I am not,
It’s just a shell in which I’m caught.

The question still stands – “What am I?” –
An empty question in my eye!
But take away the needless “what”
And you stand closer to One God.

Without the “what”, what we have left –
But “Am I?” And with all respect –
I Am, my friend – just as You Are,
We stand as One – Truth Is – not far.

I Wonder

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On November 4, 2016

In Poems

I wonder – do we understand
Each other, hear the heart
Which beats with rhythm – pure art,
Or do we just pretend:
That we are hearing truly,
Compassionately, fully,
Each other, words we speak,
The understanding that we seek.

I wonder still – the Love I feel –
Do you hear beating in your chest
Defenseless, being so possessed
That every moment does reveal
The peace of quiet feeling –
Such quietness appealing –
Which makes you stop and heed
And to the love concede.

I wonder – words I speak,
The words of love I share –
Are we as one aware
Of meaning, of mystique,
That love so pure proposes,
The secrets it discloses –
Do we see both as one
How our love begun?

I wonder not – I feel,
The love in you is known,
And mine is but your own,
Our love is one – so real!
The beauty of composure
Under pure love’s exposure,
Is what we have achieved –
Love can’t be misperceived!

Breathe Deep

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On November 2, 2016

In Poems

Breathe deep – inhale,
The thoughts will wait – succumbed
Into eternity – so frail,
Your very essence is – unbound.

Breathe deep – with eyes
Wide shut – no need to look.
Breathe deep – anxiety dies,
You need but breath on path you took.

Breathe brave – the grave
Will wait – you’re here now,
So breathe! – and crave
This breath, like it’s the last – allow –

The breath to be, the mind to cease
To speak, to think – the eyes –
To cease to see – but breathe!
Allow the peaceful breath – to rise.

Changes

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On October 17, 2016

In Poems

A joke of life, a cruel game,
That we have no choice but to play,
And isn’t it a tragic shame,
That life of ours does often sway
When we’re unsure of the way,
In which to go, in which to look,
In which to search for our own peace
Not having naught, a shame it is,
Until of past we’ve closed the book.

But even then – the future looms
Not unlike savage beast, vile and unknown,
What does it bring and how it dooms
When all our hopes to it are thrown!
We thus become to suffering so prone.
The changes are where future is,
All changes, all’s consumed tomorrow,
For the unknown brings us our sorrow,
And takes as price our precious peace.

The changes bring the suffering,
And with it come both guilt and shame
For failure of uncovering
The purpose of our hateful blame,
Towards our brothers, who are same
Just as ourselves, in mist so lost,
Of such variety in life,
Which brings calamity of strife,
And in the end we pay the cost.

The cost of peace, the cost of love so true,
The cost for our deeds – unconscious as they are,
They still wear us and drag us through
The world of hell, from peace so far,
As we’re forgetting What we are.
For how would we remember love
When we in sin do still believe
And so with sin imagined we do live
Our pure Self seems cut in half.

Cut by our hate, and separation ‘tween the halves
Is strengthened still, through our guilt and fear,
And through attachment to our plans
That we so cherish, hold so dear,
Not letting Truth approach e’en near,
Out of our fear that it’ll expose
The unreality of all
That we have gathered since the fall,
Afraid of our imagined loss.

The tale of loss keeps us apart,
Believing still in gain through loss,
We fight each other, play our part
In ego’s wicked game of the remorse
That we still feel and cherish from across
The boundary of time and space
Which keeps you “better” than another,
Which keeps you separate from brother,
Unrecognized remains the face.

The face of Christ, which can’t be lost,
Which can’t be gained, for there’s no need
For that of which there is no cost,
That which is you – you need but heed
The words that sound how you are freed.
Freed from the pain and suffering
Of this so weary world unreal,
Of all the shame and guilt you feel,
From all the changes world does bring.

Salvation’s Hand

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On October 12, 2016

In Poems

My mind still holds the deeds of my own life,
The thoughts that I have thought through years
And keeps the feeling, ever slight, of my own strife,
And keeps remembering of my sadness tears.
While being lost, I cried, cried bitterly,
And crying thus, increased my misery.

My mind was raw, untrained and rough,
It kept controlling me, yet I had no control
Of thoughts it thought, which me engulfed,
And deeds it forced upon my soul.
While being meek, mindless I was,
For I was meek only for ego’s cause.

And it went on, for years and years,
My life continued flowing ‘tween the shores
Of ego’s cause, that caused my tears and fears,
But also other Voice, that had a subtle course
Of reaching to my soul and healing all the pain,
And sharing pure love, which I could not explain.

The first time I did hear the Voice of Light
It too did cause slight fear, being opposite of “life”,
(At least I called it “life”), yet its own Might
Did calm me down, put peace in place of strife
And made me question everything I knew,
For long I felt the questions long time due.

My life took course unknown before, and then
The other voice, the little voice of pain and guilt,
Became much louder, reaching from its den
Tried to submit my soul, seducing me with gilt.
Yet all the raucous shrieks that it had made,
Could no longer my Self persuade.

For something’s changed, I’ve changed myself,
My life, the way I now perceive has changed,
The gentle Voice of Love took me away from hell –
How gladly did I hell for Love exchanged!
The peace I feel does grow on me, and I become,
The essence of the peace from where the Voice did come.

The life goes on, the body still contains,
My essence, wanting to break free. I know –
Some lesson still unlearned for me remains,
Yet my life now so peacefully does flow,
For I have heard the Truth, have learned to Love,
Nothing this world does offer is enough!

Time’s passed, the words mean less, I’d rather pray,
In silence of my holy, one healed mind
The path I follow does no longer sway,
Now nothing in this world for me remains to find.
Since I have felt salvation’s hand,
My love knows much, but not an end.

The Fear

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On October 8, 2016

In Poems

God wills only the happiness for me,
And yet at times I’m still afraid so much,
And when afraid, I do refuse to see,
Oblivious of God’s so gentle touch.

How does it happen, fear absorbs me so?
What did I do, deserving timid fate?
I try being still, yet ego asks for more,
Rejoices ego much when I’m afraid.

So I give up, unable to resist
The ego’s wicked guile, that shakes me still,
That keeps me buried deeply in the mist,
That hides from me the Love I cannot feel.

So violently and cruel the fear still lives in me,
It shakes my body with primordial force,
The terror blinds my eyes, I cannot see,
Of Light I’m unaware when I’m under this curse,

Of all the good, of anything that’s real
I’m unaware too, being blinded with disgust,
For when I am afraid, the hate I also feel –
When fear is me, I cannot live in trust.

And so the ego leads me into hell –
Oh, how I suffer when I follow it!
I buy its lies with my own soul to sell –
Ego accepts, I am so lost, and I do quit…

But just before it grasps my holy Self
The Voice inside grows stronger, and I hear!
The Voice will never let to lose my Self
It does protect me so, when ego’s near.

I’m still afraid, the fight goes on inside,
Day after day in conflict I exist,
But every day the Voice is by my side:
Grows weak the ego, I’m seeing through its mist.

It does take time for fear to go away
It does take patience, yet I persevere.
With such allies I’ll never lose my way:
Thought after thought, the ego’ll disappear!

God is Dead?

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On October 6, 2016

In Poems

Could it be said, that God is dead, when nothing’s else alive?
Could you perceive, even achieve the knowledge of pure love,
When all you do – deny the truth, and through denial strive?
When all you are is all He is, yet This is not enough?

Could you assume, in all the truth, that body’s what you are?
And then presume that your misuse of everything in life
Helps to achieve the knowledge pure, perceived to be so far.
Of knowledge this you’re unaware through trying to survive.

Survive in world where meaning’s not, thinking that God is dead,
Survive in life which lasts a day, or even hundred years –
Nevertheless it’s bound by time, belief in which is mad
For time destroys what you call life – the essence of your fears.

But could you think, and truly think that time can kill your life?
And on the brink, when you do sink into the great unknown
What’s left of you is what you are, when body’s not alive:
You will be Love, or if you want – back into hell reborn.

Madness

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On October 3, 2016

In Poems

The thoughts, the deeds we bury still
In our consciousness they lay in wait,
The things we do and then we feel,
As if they too deserve our hate.

And who are “they”, but us forgotten now,
We look at them not hiding our disgust,
And yet we never really know just how
The things we do and our thoughts’re unjust.

Each hour, minute, second still
We walk alone, so separate and sad,
We bear this cross, and suffering until
We realize extent to which we’re mad.

This madness us pursues all days,
There’s not a moment, second when we’re sane,
But why there is a feeling inside stays,
Which tells us clearly – there is no need for pain?

Why do I feel our purpose is not this?
It seems… sometimes in life we dream of things,
It seems… between this hate sometimes shines peace,
Sometimes we’re lost in life – or in our dreams?

And yet, how do we tell a dream from truth?
The world taught us that only bodies’re real,
That we’ve to put these bodies to good use,
And never truly listen how we feel.

But just as me, I know you’ve heard
This feeling throbbing deep inside,
The feeling we’ve so long deferred,
The feeling shadowed by our pride.

It cries and prays for us to hear
To see the truth that we forgot,
With time, the feeling grows and comes so near,
The feeling which still does remember God.

And then our love grows stronger still,
And we embrace the feeling pure,
We’ve struggled, suffered, fought until
At last we’ve found our only cure.

The Moment of Temptation

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On September 26, 2016

In Poems

As I go now about this task
I do condemn myself to death
I’m not my Self, on put the mask,
And I believe that it’s this breath,

That is my life, this body’s me,
I’m mortal, empty shell about to die,
I have this thought of not allowing be,
My nature, purpose, love of mine.

And I am raising against God,
Thinking my will can conquer His,
My true self I remember not,
I have forgotten laughing at mistakes, it is

A shame I am so lost
This very moment choice I make:
This pain accepting as the cost,
Putting my true life at the stake.

Blindness

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On September 22, 2016

In Poems

You’re blind, your body cannot see,
Each thought you think does not allow your Self to be,
Each moment of this “life” you look right through the Truth,
It is in you, but seeing not, this life you but misuse.

And yet I do not damn yourself to hate,
I see beyond this dying shell your holy fate,
I recognize, that just as me you want pure Love –
But all this world is offering – is not enough.

All dies, all perishes in time to which you pray,
You go through life, through suffering, having no say
In what will happen just one second after now,
Your chosen master wants your death, to him you bow.

The lessons you will learn, you choose yourself,
Will it be pain and death, damnation, sin and hell?
Or will you choose to love, forgiving nonexistent sins?
Your choice – to die, or to forgive. Right now your life anew begins.

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