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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