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Love holds no grievances

Tag: Death

Abandoned Hall

Forgotten corners of my mind
Where creatures lay, hidden in dark,
Where whispers are still heard, and I –
But pray for silence to succumb me whole.

I’m lost in search trying to find
A tiny hope, a single spark
Of light long lost, bright light that I –
Refuse to recognize, but play my role.

When sins return to me in kind
I worry not – fear of the dark
No longer matters when I die –
Death drains my body, not my soul.

Forgotten long ago my mind,
Thick heavy clouds maintain the dark.
Who any hope has left? – not I,
Echos fade in my mind – abandoned hall.

Moribund

Still standing – moribund,
Pretending that I found
What lies beyond the death,
I draw my final breath.

A body strives to live,
My soul – but to forgive.
Beyond the veil declined
Whole world – but not my mind.

It still perceives the light
And keeps the same old fight.
The lessons still unlearned –
I’m hurled to earth – returned.

Again – I start anew!
It is as if I knew:
The figures in the dream
Are me – or only seem?

Cavern

The cavern – hidden in the dark,
Abode of death – not seen in light,
And only desperate fools embark
On search of cavern in the night.

The fireflies of sin will spark
Luring the travelers away
Foolish enough to walk in dark,
To wander off the well-lit way.

So many souls thus have been lost,
All kept alive: with eyes cut out,
With deafened ears by their host
And tongues severed – they will not shout.

All tied in cavern under hill:
Some fight the pain, but most – asleep,
Dreaming of torture, losing will,
With sightless eyes that cannot weep.

Amen!

The body released, as it’s taken away
Into the waters, so strangely obscure.
The lungs, crystallized with salt blocking the way
To pure air forever – life’s so insecure!
You’re ready to go, leaving all this behind
Oblivious to what you are going to find.

And now, somewhere else, the time has been slowed,
Remembering at last the source of your sin,
You are terrified in your formless abode –
The traitorous voices scream from deep within.
What comes after death? You’ve been told it’s pure light
Yet everything’s dark and so chilly inside!

All of the pain, the terror, the strife,
Races through spirit, trapped still in its dream,
All of the nightmares – each life after life –
Remembered at once, in one endless stream.
You’ve failed to awaken – death has no use,
The body is left not through death, but through Truth!

The spirit screams silently – horribly screams! –
With billions of voices – familiar each…
As long as it’s lost in its own wicked dreams
The Heaven remains so far out of reach.
You’re hurled back into “life” to try once again,
“Am I so forsaken!?” – voice whispers: “Amen!”

Too Far Gone

Something has to change,
Something has to give –
Is this world deranged
So hard to forgive?

Am I all alone? –
When I’m lost in thoughts,
Am I too far gone
From my own pure source?

I don’t know – too late!
Searching for an end,
I don’t contemplate,
Nor do I pretend

That all ends with death –
Has it any use?
Ending of my breath
Does not lead to Truth.

The Dead

The dead may sleep,
And so may I
The dead must keep
Tight shut their eye
While they pretend
That it’s a rest
To find one’s end
In death expressed.

Waiting until
The day I die
I struggle still
Living a lie.
Restless as all
Who wait for death
Under control
Of failing breath.

Sonnets of Love – 15

You think of all the things you call your life,
You have suspicion, I am sure,
For there is conflict deep inside.
Right now you’re simply trying to survive –
Survival’s what makes life obscure,
For where it is, death will abide.

Reality

Look around you and consider what you see. Are all these things you seem to be seeing are real?

All of these things you see around are going to disappear. The time will destroy every thing and every body your eyes have every perceived.

Can reality be impermanent? Would it not mean that at some point reality will cease to be, cursed by its own impermanence? Even time itself, the seeming master of everything you see around, will eventually have to stop.

How can anything bound by the laws of death be real?

The Laws of Death

You look around and misperceive,
You walk this world and you believe,
That everything you see around
Reflects the laws of time,
To which you’re bound.

The time, a seeming master of your life,
It forces you to live forever in a strife,
To struggle, trying to survive –
Survival you’ve confused with life.

The Laws of Death are rulers in this dream:
It is by their word you die
And realize that life had only seemed –
The rulers of your dream will not conceal a lie,
To hide from you their essence – which you dreamed.

It is a world in which you only seem to live
And you are following these Laws of Death,
Because you’ve chosen to believe
That your life depends on body’s breath.

Wishing

The ego wishes many things. It made you believe that body is all you have. It proves how real the body is by putting it through suffering and death. How can you argue with such evidence?

Having proved its case about the body, it is not difficult for the ego to convince you of many things the body needs. The ego wishes this or that, telling how you – the body – is incomplete without these things.

And yet, ego’s wishing is without power in reality. It affects you only if you are making it real. You’ve chosen to believe in ego’s idle wishes and it is power of your thought, mistakenly misplaced, that seems to make you suffer.

If you believe in suffering and death, you will certainly create them for yourself. And yet, by creating a perception you are still not making it real.

God wills. He does not wish. Your will is as powerful as His because it is His. The ego’s wishes do not mean anything, because the ego wishes for the impossible. You can wish for the impossible, but you can will only with God. This is the ego’s weakness and your strength. (T-7.X.4:6-11)

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