The prophet with us

[blazeofglory]

Do you have words, very powerful words to intern the prophet in a confinement of your ideas?
For he goes above all your symbols, and of course to sequester him in an isle of your thoughts is to dazzle the sun with a lamp.
He is everywhere and yet nowhere,
He could be reached among the rich and yet relishes in utter poverty
He is a thing, not a thing in substance, eerie
Yet he is very much with you
You maybe confused whether he really exists
He does, and he incarnates himself into different forms
As eons clamor for him
He is substantial, possesses a corpus like you
Yet he is insubstantial or ethereal
He is a source of consciousness
Or all consciousness condensed or solidified
He is manifest everywhere, yet he remains dormant
You can see him everywhere, in the effects of his presence
You can not touch him in the blowing of the wind
In the current of rivers, in the fragrance of the earth.
He is a savoir; he is a protector; He is compassionate
He presents himself in the form of a mother
In the form of a doctor if you are sick
In the form of a Shepard
If you are sheep
He is the sun to blaze your path
He is the cool breeze in summer to sooth your body and mind
We are indeed fools not to see and realize the prophet present with us all the time
We have him always.
Let us feel secure
And always at home with him.

[NikolaiI]

Always write, Blaze.

I like you!

[NikolaiI]

'And when he sees me in all and sees all in me,
Then I never leave him and he never leaves me.
And he, who in this oneness of love
Loves me in whatever he sees,
Wherever this man may live,
In truth, he lives in me...'
Bhagavad Gita, VI:30,31

[dibyendra]

Do you have words, very powerful words to intern the prophet in a confinement of your ideas?
For he goes above all your symbols, and of course to sequester him in an isle of your thoughts is to dazzle the sun with a lamp.
He is everywhere and yet nowhere,
He could be reached among the rich and yet relishes in utter poverty
He is a thing, not a thing in substance, eerie
Yet he is very much with you
You maybe confused whether he really exists
He does, and he incarnates himself into different forms
As eons clamor for him
He is substantial, possesses a corpus like you
Yet he is insubstantial or ethereal
He is a source of consciousness
Or all consciousness condensed or solidified
He is manifest everywhere, yet he remains dormant
You can see him everywhere, in the effects of his presence
You can not touch him in the blowing of the wind
In the current of rivers, in the fragrance of the earth.
He is a savoir; he is a protector; He is compassionate
He presents himself in the form of a mother
In the form of a doctor if you are sick
In the form of a Shepard
If you are sheep
He is the sun to blaze your path
He is the cool breeze in summer to sooth your body and mind
We are indeed fools not to see and realize the prophet present with us all the time
We have him always.
Let us feel secure
And always at home with him.

Blaze, I'm glad to see you back with your new poetry after a long gap. Indeed yes, this poem is full of contemplative thoughts about the prophet. I remember your suggestion a few months ago I guess, you had suggested me about the book "The Prophet", which I want to thank you very much for suggesting me to read that book. The book is full of great thoughts. It transfigures the perspectives of the reader. Keep up your great work Blaze. :thumbs_up

[blazeofglory]

Blaze, I'm glad to see you back with your new poetry after a long gap. Indeed yes, this poem is full of contemplative thoughts about the prophet. I remember your suggestion a few months ago I guess, you had suggested me about the book "The Prophet", which I want to thank you very much for suggesting me to read that book. The book is full of great thoughts. It transfigures the perspectives of the reader. Keep up your great work Blaze. :thumbs_up

Dib, you are very close to me, physically and spiritually. Indeed you maybe restless to see me in person as we are in the same soil, of course not distacned by space and even by spirit.

Dib, let us see our desires intensifying every timeto see each other .

Life is beautiful because it is mysterious, and so is our understanding of each other.

We know we are going through great testing and trying phases in the history
of ouir country. There is a mist of uncertainty shrouding all now. We do not know for sure what our plight will be.

Dib, we have a poet's heart and for that matter we are very sensible things. we can not laugh the way Nero was fiddling.

I have read many beautiful tpoems of yours and all are charged with great emotions. I see in you a genus. You, if you keep up the tempo or spirit of writing, and of course experimenting with new styles the way I see now I swear on everything that you will arrive at a great very bright future.

You are a jewel, and will shine upon the future of Nepal, Deb, the fu ture star, only and if only you keep up the spirit against the sand of time. I bet you will do, dear Deb. If you do not do, you will wound my heart.

[blazeofglory]

'And when he sees me in all and sees all in me,
Then I never leave him and he never leaves me.
And he, who in this oneness of love
Loves me in whatever he sees,
Wherever this man may live,
In truth, he lives in me...'
Bhagavad Gita, VI:30,31


Dear Nikolai, you remain always by my side, and of course I feel very much at home with you. This relationship is above everything. Indeed we rise above everything to prove our souls that we are true friends. This understanding that binds each other is above everything, unconditional. We know each other now. This relationship is pure not smeared by any desires, and even more than spirtual. This is the possibility two humans beyond any other relationships born of worldly attributes and conditions can be close friends in the truest sense.

[NikolaiI]

Dear Nikolai, you remain always by my side, and of course I feel very much at home with you. This relationship is above everything. Indeed we rise above everything to prove our souls that we are true friends. This understanding that binds each other is above everything, unconditional. We know each other now. This relationship is pure not smeared by any desires, and even more than spirtual. This is the possibility two humans beyond any other relationships born of worldly attributes and conditions can be close friends in the truest sense.

Everything we do reflects upon God as the son reflects on the father. By our actions we create a permanent and shifting reality, and by very simple action we may attain to eternal life. When God is with us, we have peace and we go beyond sorrow.

I don't know how to explain. It is very difficult. I feel we know everything, but we have only forgot. In our actions we immediately choose, we have free will yet we are moved by God. Yet there is an ocean of knowledge in our soul, which we have yet to tap into.

Somehow I know that whatever happens was there since the beginning. And this source is in us, God is in our hearts, both as our personal lover and as the source of love, the non-dualistic source. I've tried to understand the different entangled layers of being, and now I more or less do. It is quite simple to touch into the other worlds, if you know how, and I am taking it you do. I know what transcendental friendship you speak of, and I feel it with you, we are these friends.

Anyway you are a speaker for the source, with great knowledge; though you are not honored as a mystic, thus you truly are. I know the value you have, and it is as great as the continent on which you reside. There is no doubt that you are the real thing, and that you will return to God at the end of this life.

Everything that I see, Blaze, is something from before; I've seen this and felt it and know it to be true, in day to day life I may not live as a perfect mystic, but as my consciousness grows higher I become more aware of the eternal nature of events. Truly God is the highest light, and if we see Him, then we get such a feeling of bliss, we are in the sunlight, the sunshine, we are in perfect beauty when we perform our loving service to Him. Then we come home; on Earth it is simply the path of devotion to Him, and when we step onto this path then all sorts of avenues to God become available to us. All of our division is such illusion, and when we give ourselves to the Lord, he makes our way clear; by giving us in the beginning, maybe, visions of the pure love and bright future which is in store for us; all because we have simply aligned our minds to stillness, and our hearts to peace, and our souls to love. This is the highest truth I know.

[blazeofglory]

Your words are soothing, the way the river is, for the Dharma of the river is flowing endlessly and eternally, and it does not care what others do. It flows quenching thirst. The Dharma of the river is giving, but taking our sins, our dirts and impurities.

Man has to learn from the river in life.

Nikolai, I am writing to you, the reason is you are different, indeed not conditioned by what you might have undergone in life. you present your self differently than the rest.

You take things totally differently as if you are not satisfied with what you come across in day to day affairs.

Indeed I see a very deep desire within you. A desire that is extraordinarilay deep and as if that can not be satiated easily without realizing the truth.
After reading all you wrote usuI know by now, you are not the one who lives settled with the usual things one comes across in day to day life.

[NikolaiI]

"He is the sun to blaze your path
He is the cool breeze in summer to sooth your body and mind"

He is indeed the sun, or perhaps the sun is one of his eyes. I've read it written that he's the sun that dispels our darkness. This is really true and he does dispel all material contamination if we make him our goal in life. But this is basically getting into Vedic philosophy, and you would you call this prophet the same Lord of Love? Everything you say is true, and it is why he has devotees everywhere, and why they are lost in love for him, and why they shine like the sun when you are around them. It's a feeling unsurpassed, this love.