Spiritual Poems

[YesNo]

YesNo, I'm so glad to hear that. Tell me how you find it. I didn't read all of it yet... I guess it was about a year ago, I read the first 150 pages or so, haven't read more but it was one of the amazing books I've ever read.

I don't know much about Hinduism, but I find it interesting. So far I've only read Eknath Easwaran's commentary on the Bhagavad Gita which I think has influenced me more than I expected it would. The idea of the "gunas" is starting to make sense to me. And there is also Amal Bhakta's translations of some of the stories in the Bhagavatam which keep going through my mind: http://spiritdimension.com/hinduism_...avatam--tw.htm

It looks like The Divine Life might be the third book that holds my interest. It seems that Sri Aurobindo has a view of evolution that expects it to continue forward toward ever greater consciousness and this consciousness was in matter from the beginning. At least that is how I understand it at the moment after only reading a small part of it.

A few years ago I became aware of "near death experiences". Although I have not had one myself, I've been testing religious ideas based on the assumption that NDEs are not something that should be explained away.

[NikolaiI]

Wow, thanks hells! His poetry is totally awesome. I reocognize him, as if I've heard of him once, but don't really know him. But now I want to read more poems by him. No one's posted about him before you.

YesNo,
If the link I got from you came up right... you're talking about Amal Bhakta dasa. I have his reading of the Bhagatavam, it's absolutely incredible. I listen to it quite a lot.

[NikolaiI]

The Fair Morning
by, Jones Very

The clear bright morning, with its scented air
And gaily waving flowers, is here again;
Man's heart is lifted with the voice of prayer,
And peace descends, as falls the gentle rain;
The tuneful birds, that all the night have slept,
Take up at dawn the evening's dying lay,
When sleep upon their eyelids gently crept
And stole with stealthy craft their song away. High overhead the
forest's swaying boughs
Sprinkle with drops the traveler on his way;
He hears far off the tinkling bells of cows
Driven to pasture at the break of day;
With vigorous step he passes swift along,
Making the woods reecho with his song.

[NikolaiI]

A Moment's Indulgence, by Rabindranath Tagore

I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,
and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and
the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.

Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing
dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

[NikolaiI]

Prayer of St. Francis

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is Hatred, let me sow Love.
Where there is Injury, Pardon.
Where there is Doubt, Faith.
Where there is Despair, Hope.
Where there is Darkness, Light, and
Where there is Sadness, Joy.

O Divine Master,
Grant that I may not so much
seek to be consoled as to console;
To be understood, as to understand;
To be loved, as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive,
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
And it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.

[mukta581]

I Am Mad

I am mad with love
And no one understands my plight.
Only the wounded
Understand the agonies of the wounded,
When the fire rages in the heart.
Only the jeweller knows the value of the jewel,
Not the one who lets it go.
In pain I wander from door to door,
But could not find a doctor.
Says Mira: Harken, my Master,
Mira's pain will subside
When Shyam comes as the doctor.
- Mirabai
NIk tears in my eyes The divine love of meerabai,jai meera jai krishna
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FFmej5lYQFw
isi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan
Wo to gali-gali hari guna ganne lagi
Mehlo mein pali, ban ke jogun chali
Meera rani divani kahane lagi
Aisi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan - 2
...
Koi roke nahi, koi toke nahi
Meera govinda gopal-e ganne lagi
Baithi santon ke sang, rangi mohan ke rang
Meera premi pritam ko manane lagi

Aisi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan
Wo to gali-gali hari guna ganne lagi
Mehlo mein pali, ban ke jogun chali
Meera rani divani kahane lagi
Aisi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan - 2

Rana ne vish diya, mano amrit piya
Meera sagar mein sarita samane lagi
Dukh-e lakhon sahe, mukse govind kahe
Meera govinda gopal-e ganne lagi

Aisi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan
Wo to gali-gali hari guna ganne lagi
Mehlo mein pali, ban ke jogun chali
Meera rani divani kahane lagi
Aisi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan - 3

for all people in love with GOD!!!!

[mukta581]

for all people in love with GOD!!!!

[YesNo]

for all people in love with GOD!!!!

I liked the image, video and your poem.

In the image, there is this line going over the praying girl's head. Does it have any meaning?

EDIT: I found this about Meera when I realized it was about a Hindu saint who lived 500 years ago: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meera

[YesNo]

Prayer of St. Francis

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is Hatred, let me sow Love.
Where there is Injury, Pardon.
Where there is Doubt, Faith.
Where there is Despair, Hope.
Where there is Darkness, Light, and
Where there is Sadness, Joy.

O Divine Master,
Grant that I may not so much
seek to be consoled as to console;
To be understood, as to understand;
To be loved, as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive,
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
And it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.

I noticed in Wikipedia, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prayer_of_Saint_Francis ,
that his prayer cannot be traced back further than 1912. It may have been originally written in French.

Here is a video of the prayer in French that I've enjoyed listening to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8bOkScxXDY

[mukta581]

It's True I Went to the Market

My friend, I went to the market and bought the Dark One.
You claim by night, I claim by day.
Actually, I was beating a drum all the time I was burying him.
You say I gave too much, I say too little.
Actually, I put him on a scale before I bought him.
What I paid was my social body, my town body,
my family body, and all my inherited jewels.
Mirabai says: The Dark One is my husband now.
Be with me when I lie down; you promised me
this in an earlier life.

[mukta581]

Do Not Leave Me



Do not leave me alone, a helpless woman.
My strength, my crown,
I am empty of virtues,
You, the ocean of them.
My heart's music, you help me
In my world-crossing.
You protected the king of the elephants.
You dissolve the fear of the terrified.

Where can I go? Save my honour
For I have dedicated myself to you
And now there is no one else for me.


Mirabai

[cacian]

here is one I wrote on a whim

when the spirit
rises
the mind ripens
glad to be
rid
from its burden
of sigh

[mukta581]

Assault - Soul bleed (By – Nitu Nandan)

Suddenly the star fell one by one
Leaving the sky – naked.
O my holy Nandan
Your unexpected disappearance
...... From my life,
Without you I feel like a
Fade flower
The tears falling on the ground
Leaving me alone,
In search for you,
Emotion melted in my eyes,
Till the end of life.
memory on the screen of my heart

[cacian]

one morning
past the plains,
slow
at the garden gate,
shows up
adam the faith,
raving a
palest stain,
he'd painted
as he ade,
the apple most
acclaimed,
what say you
said the man,
who looked after
the hale the weaver
and the lay,
should you be standing
hey,
awaiting to be bane?
nay, adam said, i am tate
yva deserted
lest,
and i slightly perturbed
looking to find
a shay to rinse
my humble pray,
i fear i have obeyed
no friendly but I same,
never may sighed
the man,
go back and start
again,
and this round
let it sound,
till time is due to rinde
to be gentle
and tame,
let not your
faint be blame
forever light
to name.

[Shaman_Raman]

My favorite figure in Buddhism is that of the "Bodhisattva". I always try to look up literature defining this selfless being, and I particularly enjoy this poem I found.



"I have no parents; I make the heavens and the earth my parents
I have no home; I make awareness my home
I have no life or death; I make the tides of breathing my life and death

I have no divine power; I make honesty my divine power

I have no means; I make understanding my means
I have no magic secrets; I make character my magic secrets
I have no body; I make endurance my body
I have no eyes; I make the flash of lightning my eyes
I have no ears; I make sensibility my ears
I have no limbs; I make promptness my limbs
I have no strategy; I make “unshadowed by thought” my strategy
I have no design; I make “seizing opportunity by the forelock” my strategy
I have no miracles; I make “right action” my miracles
I have no principles; I make adaptability to all circumstances my principles
I have no tactics; I make emptiness and fulness my tactics
I have no talent; I make ready wit my talent
I have no friends; I make my mind my friend
I have no enemy; I make carelessness my enemy
I have no armor; I make benevolence and righteousness my armor
I have no castle; I make immovable- mind my castle
I have no sword; I make absence of self my word"

Anonymous Samurai- 14th Ce.