Spiritual Advance

Love holds no grievances

Tag: Sleep

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.

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.


Does bird feel tortured when she’s made to fly?
So why do we stay so uncertain still?
Lost in the endless search until we die,
So out of touch with remnants of our Will.

Truth is not frail, it is our greatest gift –
Would you exchange it for a pile of dust?
For dreams of pain and goals that always shift,
For hopes of gain, when all you gain is rust?

“Uncertain of one’s path” – I’d say: “Insane!”
Caught in such sleep where light remains unseen,
Dreaming of choosing between death and pain
While praying for forgiveness of no sin.

The Trees

A beauty, peace, such strong resolve –
I walk between the trees of life,
Fruits shine with light and I dissolve
Into same light where there’s no strife.

Awakened mind knows but pure love:
All-encompassing, holy, strong.
Describing it – no words enough,
It is a gentle, wordless song.

Before I wakened, used to walk
Between the trees of false desires
With fruits not unlike shameless liars,
There was no peace, but endless talk:

Confused in mind so deep asleep
The words formed into guilt and shame,
Seducing me to sell so cheap
My soul for shining gilt and fame.

Those trees bore fruit rotten to core,
Hopelessness was their only stench;
So many fooled to come for more!
Stretching their arms for lowest branch.

And when the fingers touch the rot
In but a moment – petrify…
The stench makes mind in deep sleep caught,
With dreams of sin that terrify.

But deep – a memory remains
Of what it’s like beyond the dream,
When one used seeing peaceful planes,
And washed tired bones in holy stream

Of love, unknown in world of pain
Where trees of hopelessness prevail.
Who would prefer there to remain? –
Self-tortured in self-chosen jail.

When You Condemn

When you condemn,
You misperceive.
It only seems you damn
The soul you look upon,
But condemnation nothing can achieve.

When you give curse,
You’re hurt inside.
You do not feel your worth,
It is the light in you
That you are trying to hide.

And when you hate –
You mostly hate yourself.
You see no longer straight,
For why would you be closing
In front of you the Heaven’s gate?

When you condemn,
You’re but asleep.
It looks like there’s you and them –
A foolish dream made possible
Because your slumber is so deep.

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