to an unnamed life

[NikolaiI]

my dear, dear love,
i love you so much, with all my heart.
i will pray for you with all my heart as i read scripture,
and think of you as i meditate until you become real to me.
as i meditate, my energy flows into the source,
and light, awareness, shines.
each word as i chant god's name,
is a beautiful sound,
it describes everything-- consciousness.
yet i know we are barely conscious,
lost in darkness, defeated.
but for me i have a light, and that light is your name.
and the name of our god,
sri krishna.
i know beyond a doubt god lives,
he is the maintainer of everything.
our home is in him, and our source,
and how can we be separate from the source?
i know we are in him at all times.
how i know we are barely conscious,
lost in darkness, defeated.
but our body, our soul, my love;
it is one thing we do not know perfectly,
or if we do we are buddhas.
but i know the truth is that we are buddhas,
we only have yet to realize it.
and in truth our bodies are made up of blossoming lotuses.
and each lotus flower is made up of thousands of buddhas of light.
this is the reality i know is beyond my vision.
and what is beyond it i cannot imagine.
how intricately carved is our life-- and how beautiful!
the purpose, wordless, unknown-- do we live or die?
our thoughts free flowing in channels from the source,
alive,
or cut off by ignorance and desire,
we die.
how intricately carved is our life-- and how beautiful!
the purpose, wordless, unknown, do we live or die?
can you tell me of a secret path to immortal life,
or am i doomed to negligence, to living die?
i cannot deny the sphere of reality,
and my feet are drawn to the secret path.
now, while it is too dark to see,
i will climb and forever follow your light,
pure love, pure love, pure love.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I'm touched by the depth of your spiritual searching and was especially moved by the repetition of this line:


how intricately carved is our life-- and how beautiful!


There is a typo in your signature where you have "blow" instead of "below."

[blazeofglory]

Reading your poem I felt I got transported to a time when I washe barely a boy of ten. As I told you earlier my childhood was full of devotion. I was so close too close to Krishna. I read the Shreemad Bhagabad Gita so much devotedly. The kind of love, indeed deep and intense was not worldy. Of course this type of love was found between Krishna and the Gopinis.

Your idea of love is totally different from oridnary love.

I am really moved by the fact that you go so deeply.

[sparr0w]

I love the dual devotion you show to your love and your god. my favorite lines:

"but i know the truth is that we are buddhas,
we only have yet to realize it."

"each word as i chant god's name,
is a beautiful sound,
it describes everything-- consciousness.
yet i know we are barely conscious,
lost in darkness, defeated."

Twice, you ask "do we live or die?" Truthfully, can you tell me exactly where one ends and one begins? we live and die every day in tandem. Beautiful, I really like this. Peace! -chris

[NikolaiI]

I love the dual devotion you show to your love and your god. my favorite lines:

"but i know the truth is that we are buddhas,
we only have yet to realize it."

"each word as i chant god's name,
is a beautiful sound,
it describes everything-- consciousness.
yet i know we are barely conscious,
lost in darkness, defeated."

Twice, you ask "do we live or die?" Truthfully, can you tell me exactly where one ends and one begins? we live and die every day in tandem. Beautiful, I really like this. Peace! -chris

Yes...a lot in the Eastern philosophy talks about immortality. I think life and death are sometimes inseparable.

"it describes everything-- consciousness" is somewhat influenced by a story called "the story of the rock," which is well worth checking out.


I'm touched by the depth of your spiritual searching and was especially moved by the repetition of this line:

Thanks, Jerry. That's something I noticed but I have a hard time describing in words. (the line you quoted.)

I guess in short, people are beautiful.


Reading your poem I felt I got transported to a time when I washe barely a boy of ten. As I told you earlier my childhood was full of devotion. I was so close too close to Krishna. I read the Shreemad Bhagabad Gita so much devotedly. The kind of love, indeed deep and intense was not worldy. Of course this type of love was found between Krishna and the Gopinis.

Your idea of love is totally different from oridnary love.

I am really moved by the fact that you go so deeply.

It's new to me. :) I've just got a book called "Teachings of the Hindu Mystics" and all of the ideas you and I have been exploring are all written there. I'm really glad for the opportunity to have you as a friend in all this. What I really can't explain is my feeling that we are intricately carved in the plan of god, and that everything has purpose. I really feel we are inside of a plan.

In these writings I'm reading are some very inspirational ideas. There are wonderful worlds.

Thanks everyone for reading and commenting.

Hare Krishna!

[jon1jt]

and what is beyond it i cannot imagine.
how intricately carved is our life-- and how beautiful!

Ahhh, very nice, Nik...and so true, so true.

[NikolaiI]

Thx, Jon.

[Pendragon]

You have one line there that is true no matter what one believes, Nik:


and what is beyond it i cannot imagine

for although we may read and be taught of a life beyond this one, there is no way to truly grasp with human mind what it must be or not be... excellent poem of belief! :thumbs_up

[NikolaiI]

Thankee-sai, Dale.