FREEDOM FROM DISEASE

O, Radiant Light...

Blessed is he that strengthens his body, O, Lord...
With your spirit and presence in his heart...
Made by your hand Dear Lord, from dust...
May we remember our immortal nature...
This thing we call disease is but our own creation...
The thought of sickness exist only in our mind...
It is only our heart that has plagues of pain...
Guide us, O, blissful splendour...
Help us back toward our eternal form...
Remind us of our imperishable seat, O, Lord...
Our faith in this seat makes us whole...
Rising from the earth to the light...
May all your splendid forms free us...
May all your forms dormant in us come alive...
May we never force them to sleep again...
O, Lord make our foreheads adamant again...
For, no hand heals better than your own...
May we know only your remedies my Lord...
Tis in our heart where all tools lay...
Thank you Lord...


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TAKE ME

I have no thing...
I hold not even the sound of this flesh...
No hand truly holds that infinite form...
Blessed I am to experience...
A mere taste of sight...
A mere sight of touch...
A mere touch of that beyond description...
For, no lamentation can produce enough tears...
No stone can contain your form...
No ivory can shape your love...
No temple of hand can contain your bliss...
No ritual can truly bring me to you...
Tis said...
You are the stone, ivory, temple and ritual...
Ignorant is he that says there is a way to you...
Tis said...
You are the way....
Tis said...
You are every aspect of truth and light...
How dare I even consider choosing...
No bending needed for your union...
No discipline needed for your union...
No observance needed for your union...
No grasping needed for your union...
But in ignorance...
I seek only to withdraw back to you...
And upon abandoning the duality of hands...
My surrender of all...
I have no body, no mind...
I have no intelligence...
The Mother has re-opened the womb...
Naked in rebirth...
I am ready...
Take me...


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FRUIT TREE

The tree gives and receives unconditionally...
All in the name of the root...
And so with the root to the earth...
Tis so with the earth, to the Earth...
A system of all systems...
Aye, but a pain it is...
A tea bag containing but a part of the bush...
How can it colour the source of all water...
How can a true taste by man be had...
How can a true taste with mind be perceived...
The spirit describes not itself as it has no words...
It is only by identification...
Tis this way we know there is a fruit, with a source...
A source that never parts with its own manifestation...
Extending itself into all things...
The work is always the same, distinct and separate...
Tis an herb of immortality and poison...
All in the same leaf and the stem...
But he that drinketh the blood and abandon the flesh...
He becomes all things...
Knowing not a one or a two...
He knoweth not anything outside of the whole...
And as the saliva mixes with the nectar...
She rest happily in her temple...
All sustained by Him...
Beyond any complicated union...
Tis an arranged marriage from birth of all...
But not accepted until he reaches the holder of the house...
And cultivating the land...
He continues the work...
That of planting fruit seeds...
For the children...


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WITH HER ALONE

O, Sweet Mother of the Land...

All things cometh to us without asking...
The sun and the rains, they nourish all...
Our roots, our stems, our veins...
You have bestowed all gifts with ease...
And with that ease shall we live...
And with that nourishment, O, dear Mother...
May we nourish the creations of your land...
May we understand the power, O, Mother...
Of surrender and allowing to your grace...
Never shall we force a thing...
You made no request of us...
Never shall we make one of you, O, mother...
May we move as still or voracious as the ocean...
May we create and destroy like you and the Father...
Tis by this grace are we held...
Tis by this grace are we existing...
Tis by this grace alone do we do anything...
With you alone dear Mother shall we remain...
And only until the Father calls for our absorbtion...


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DEVOTION

Pious in public no more...
The sage carries the religious paraphernalia...
Only deep within his blood...
Woven into his skin...
The priest still picks up the cross daily...
But it is hung in the temple of his heart...
All scriptures becoming living word...
The saint has nothing to prove...
Even the learned ones...
Eventually the books are put into the fire...
They too blend with the ash...
Remembering the dust from which they came...
The place of worship...
Relegated to the inner cabinets of his mind...
His radiant persona...
His twinkling eyes and sweet speech...
God is infinitely seen in him...
And unaware of his actions...
He is the truth and the spirit...
An ocean of perfection...
He can only reveal that which is in us...
Not a word or action of ignorance by man...
They cannot move him...
Knowing only himself...
He is fully joined...
He, knowing that all things are worthy to be praised...
He extends himself even into the blind man...
Identifications with the body and mind...
Fully denied and now he is fit...
Seeking only to live as the light...
He shines radiantly in the hall of the kingdom...
Blessed is that devotee to wash his feet...
But best that devotee do it swiftly...
Otherwise the sage may do it first...


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WATER

Filled with atoms, elements and particles...
Not of anything new...
But a face that smiles for the first time...
The form is rare and unique...
Aye!
But only to the observer...
Using merely itself to observe itself...
It could not know of its abundance...
Formless like He of the infinite...
Never created nor destroyed...
Yet it is titled...
A vibration of words used to satisfy our illusory nature...
A form that is but a microcosm...
Of itself and all things...
A cup of it...
Half-filled with the manifest and unmanifest of itself...
It in all things...
Tis but a mere reminder of that formless one...
A pang for the ignorant that seek its taste...
It is unknowable with intelligence...
Akin to seeking love without going within...
A splash in the eyes of the jaded...
May he see that his temple is flooded...
No more will I roam with a bucket to fetch it...
The Supreme placed a waterfall in the Kingdom...
Also there, is the genie of the lamp...
But having abandoned the lamp...
The wishes are unlimited...
He does what he likes in the Kingdom...
And together we wished...
We became filled like the elephant...
And like that elephant, we gave and received strongly...
The intelligent ones stop drinking in fear of sickness...
We drank until we burst and dissolved...


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COMPASSION, COMPASSION

O, Holy Sustainer...

Blessed are we to experience this creation...
Blessed are we to feel your living word...
Teach and remind us dear Lord...
That others know not your beauties...
That others know not your ways...
That others know not of you in them, O, Lord...
Purify our hearts so that we may guide them...
Open our understandings to their pains...
Let their sufferings be our own...
Let us help ourselves as we help them...
For our ignorgance of their pains, O, Lord...
Tis the ways of the wicked and sinful...
Help us abandon our selfishness...
Guide us away from our foolish behaviour...
May we remember that we are all One...
May we share in that oneness gracefully...
May we all vibrate in unison blissfully...
Leaving our judgements asunder...
Let there be Peace: In and around, forever...


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BEYOND DESCRIPTION

O, Lord...

Worthy is he that knows your true form...
Worthy is he that knows you through himself...
For you, O, God, are beyond a belief...
You, O, Lord, are beyond name and symbol...
For all has proceedeth out of you...
How dare we limit your formlessness...
How dare we claim to know a thing of you...
Words cannot contain even a drop...
Our songs are but a cry to you, O, Lord...
We know nothing outside this ignorance...
We are like babes craving the womb again...
O, God may we move harmoniously at least...
May we never force a thing to know you...
May we never build a temple or church...
May we never build a mosque or ashram...
May we never build a place outside of ourselves...
For you have dwelled in us from the begining...
No feat of man can reveal you...
May we go into our hearts and take refuge...


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BALANCE

The double-edged sword...
It splits the hair in half...
Part to the bald...
Another to the receeding...
Pleasure and pain in both...
But Justice is served...
Not blind but indifferent...
A mere moving of energy...
A work of God that request only your grace...
Having no pace...
One must remain absolutely still...
For the head of the Ego must be decapitated...
Bending to the straight...
And straightening for the crooked...
Never is there too much or too little...
Nothing bad, Nothing good...
Just weights are always held by the Judge...
And with the eyes of Balance given to the Jury...
All sacrifices will be brought to the altar...
All penances will be considered...
All debt must be paid...
But eventually all will have...
No action shall be left asunder...
For the knowers of the way must heed wisely...
It is that imperishable nature...
This is the guiding force...
And as life is lived in that...
It seeks only to draw a line between darkness...
Another between light and more of the same...
All is a result and verdict of sorts...
For even the ways of a fool are heavy...


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GITA

God sings...
But the sound proceedeth out of you...
From your voice box...
From the work of your hand and foot...
And in these songs...
The Holy One teaches, shares and reminds...
Of many actions, of many deeds...
Only of those forgotten...
For all are fit for that immortal nature...
But not before the illusions are balanced...
Not before the gaze is fixed...
Not before the seat exists...
Not before the thought is renounced...
Not until the sword is taken to the battlefield...
Not until the warrior enters the chariot...
Crossing through death and destruction...
Seeking only to drink the nectar of his heart...
It has always been there...
It will always be there...
It will never leave or abandon him...
And upon taking refuge there...
His fears and doubts are sacrificed for a boon...
That he may dwell in the house of the Lord forever...
That he may disseminate his sermon to all...
Those that will see and hear...
Tis said that the pure of heart are blessed...
And as sight of God's terrible form is granted...
Salvation is granted...
And with nothing to fear...
The Son of God accepts pain of all man...
And to man...
That Supreme Knowledge is bequested...
The greatest of all gifts...
We meditate upon that Light...


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WASHING

Internal and external...
Eventually all become filled with filth...
It that prevents you...
It that holds you...
It that questions you...
It that doubts you...
It that needs you...
Filth...
All filth I tell you...
And although God has manifested as this filth...
He does so that you may see the purity...
Oftentimes we do not see stains clearly...
For it is not until purity is prominent...
It is not until purity is taken away...
It is not until purity is forsaken...
And upon the cloud blocking the sun...
When we no longer feel, comforted...
No longer warm...
This is when we seek the barracks...
This is when we seek the Architect...
Our abandoned Temple no longer having a door...
No longer having heat...
We crave to learn how to clean that place...
We crave to know that place...
Ridden with maggots from your own rotten flesh...
The Healer of Healers is sought...
The Builder of Builders is sought...
The Knowledge of all Knowledge is sought...
And upon awakening from amnesia...
You recognize your garden given to you pure...
Now ridden with filth...
But the river water never ran dry...
And taking refuge in the Absolute...
Body in hand...
The washing began...


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LULLED

O, Man...
Your pursuits have led you to a point...
The one that causes more seeking...
Of the external...
Given all things already...
O, Man...
Why is energy abused seeking happiness and sadness...
Have you not learned from the days as a child...
You will outgrow your clothes...
You will become bored with toys...
You will grow frustrated with people...
You will cry when not comforted...
You will learn when forced...
And like that child...
You should rebel when controlled...
But instead you relish sleep...
And when alone in the dark...
Comfort is sought from the world...
Why, O Why...
Can you not see...
It is not you that grows your nail...
It is not you that breathes the air...
It is not you that pumps your blood...
Preferring to roam the Earth like a beast...
Craving to just survive ignorantly in the world...
Given the gift of expanding consciousness...
Given the gift of Self-Realization...
Given the gift of becoming One with all...
Why do you bark like a dog and chase flesh...
Be not a snake that poisons himself...
Desire no more to dream...
I am here to strike you down...
Make you weak and vulnerable...
The deprivation of your slumber is my gift to you...


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DUTY

Deciding to no longer pack and unpack...
I burned the luggage...
Bags no longer needed...
I traveled lightly...
Besides--bugs and pests harbor in bags...
And while trekking through swamp...
And navigating through sepulchered caves...
One cannot afford to be weighted down...
The pomp of leeches and demons can jade a man...
And with a flickering candle...
The fire must be held with diligence...
Intelligence of the heart as the shepherd, rod and staff...
The light that is sought...
It cometh not with sight...
And being at variance with all things...
He boldly goes where none have gone...
An ascetic of sorts...
He eats only what falleth in his palm...
And nourished mainly by the wind of his mother's hair...
He sings with sweet tears of all beings...
Carrying the sacrifice...
He marches fearlessly into the fray...
And while knowing the Supreme Self...
He leaves behind life and death...
It is for those that seek to understand that...
Following no footprints...
The sound of his drum...
Once abandoned...
Tis no longer far away...
Fully receptive to the grace...
His back-up light brought to the fore...
He made a friend in Duty...


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VULNERABLE

Devi appeared before me...
I revealed all my scars and wounds...
Tear ducts broken open by the Seer...
Filling with Bliss...
I bled ignorance...
In front of all...
And as the child laughed heartily...
He eagerly awaited my incoming breath...
And watching it turn into the outgoing breath...
No river without the cloud...
And learning the art and way of the flow...
I destroyed my shield...
Walking naked...
I stood fearlessly...
Akin to the ant when faced with man's foot...
Doubtless, not even the ant dare turn back...
Moving from an ornamented ignorance...
I transmuted belief into knowing...
And living as a knowing vulnerable...
One will become known...
Comfortable...
So much that understanding of vulnerable...
It ceases to exist...
For living and knowing that...
You become that...
No longer a part of you...
Tis the bee's saliva in the honey...
Easily ready to exist in everything wholly...
His pains and sufferrings...
I accept them the way I take in all...
Through the eyes of the seer...


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SKULL SHINER

Body fully purified...
Calcium illuminates the skull bone...
As for the channels...
Beyond technological control...
The long nail digs the eye out...
Blood rushing out of the head...
The great sage...
Knower of that knowledge...
He drinks steadily...
Emitting the silent primordial vibration...
No station is available to those without a source...
Electricity from the dam is inferior...
A fallacy of sorts...
One musn't believe a thing...
The heart only beats upon observation...
Vacations are for those that know the good...
Yet they do it not...
For the Shiner...
He vacates not even from sin...
Playing in the cemetary from the days as a child...
He knew the format...
Layer upon layer...
He recalled the music from the program...
A brain that mirrors itself...
It prepared itself for itself...
And abandoning the disorder of mind...
His liberation and protection expanded...
Fully uncoiled...
He seeks only to speak to the deaf...


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PURIFICATION

By the thought of it...
By the utterance of those words...
The ground and the utterer...
He shall taste it...
Turning his face towards the light...
With Grace...
He shall be saved by it...
Made fit...
He shall be washed of filth...
Mold groweth not on his bread...
Holding the power of the immortal throat...
No poison shall hold him...
Transmute it he shall into Nectar of Life...
Strife is for the fool...
Pain is for those with the skin of man...
In oneness with the Doer...
The vein holdeth not one pint...
Through Sun-filled nourishment...
No dam shall hold thee...
No man can scold thee...
No knowledge shall bind he...
He that is free and blinds himself...
But only to the ways of man...
The hot sand shall invigorate the bare foot...
And carrying no fire...
He shall purify himself at the Altar...
Inside of the Temple...
And as the Living Word...
His flesh shall cleanse even the stained glass...
And in one breath...
The Work is done, un-done and Done...


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THE HIPPOCAMPUS

The doubtful Self was murdered...
Fearlessly eternal...
The ragged body...
Carried off by the Holy River...
The sweet smell of burning flesh...
Not a prayer was needed...
Introduced to the Farmer...
He taught me the craft...
Introduced to the Mother...
She held my hand...
She taught the man to be vulnerable...
She taught the man to care for the sprouts...
Destroyed I was by past doubts...
A fool with my mouth...
Twas my speech that caused this seahorse to drown...
Killing all the babes long ago...
She rescued me...
Coagulating my fluids to restructure my brain...
Memories of the past returned...
As if I never left...
A relegated feeling of something akin to a moment...
I did not know of my death...
Formed from the ash of His fire...
The sage of Light exhaled...
The vibration blown into me...
Remembering now how to see...
I'm back in the seat of the raft...
No wind, yet an ocean flow...
A cupful of patience...
The eyes roll back in...
I now remember...
Remembering is for the fool...


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