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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