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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MADE HERE

From the dust...
That...
It arises from the Ash of the Fire...
Never subject to time...
But conditions...
For they are always in sync with the Hand...
Flawless like internal beauty when known...
The bride can only dance with he...
The one that extends into her...
Another word cannot contain it...
The fruit from the land brought forth, for the children...
And when they decide to eat...
The skin of that cheek...
It radiates eternally...
The land of the farmer remains sacred...
Pestilences may rest on that...
But this immortal cell hosts no virus...
Akin to the new born that holdeth not the sac...
Not even the cord shall bind him to that which is not...
For the vehicle is, just that...
A maker of sorts...
A delivered message carried by the force...
Question not its existence...
It is seated there, in that...
A moment is but a picture...
One before the rain hits the ocean...
No place of origin...
No state of existence except this...
This, is beyond all things...
Including the nature of itself...
All rising and falling from that...
Even the nature of now has none at all...


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AN EXPRESSION OF YOU

O, Effulgent One...

Walking, breathing and living as you alone...
I cannot know all of thy ways...
As your tiniest Disciple...
I serve thee with every breath...
And as my foot in your shoe...
I grace the Earth with your essence...
Taking refuge in you alone...
I have become that Truth...
I have become that Spirit...
All by your grace alone...
No creation of hands shall sway me...
No stone shall bruise me...
No written word shall delude me...
As a mere expression of you...
I pray that through your knowledge...
I may be one with you...
Create, guide and protect I shall do...
All for your sake...
May I be guided as the Light...
While living as the Light...


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