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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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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