SONNETS OF EXPERIENCE
AUTUMN GOLD
Autumn auburn dawn streaks pillowing clouds,
Pebbling, piebalding them in piecemeal array,
As grace removes our troubled mind's grey shrouds,
We're set to welcome another auspicious day.
Are we in an Egyptian scarab beetle's state,
Shoveling dung before us 'til wings do sprout,
And we yearn to fly away to freedom, there to wait
A transformed fate, in purer perfect peace no doubt?
Autumn comes and golden leaves fall from weeping trees,
According to God's predestined heavenly will.
Their radiant tones remind us that we please
Him most, when we practice surrender to the fill.
Fiery red and gold are autumn's awesome tones,
Our scarab shell falls off and soul speeds home!
Wednesday, 10 October 2012
Tuesday, 9 October 2012
BUTTERCUP
SONNETS OF EXPERIENCE
BUTTER CUP
Wild winsome golden yellow flowering cup,
From which busy bees sweet nectar sip.
The bee's an emblem of our spiritual trip.
The brave effort pilgrim needs to awaken
From sleep, ceasing to be always shaken,
Sniffing at vainest pleasures with lustful lip,
Licking at each luscious bit. We lose our grip
BUTTER CUP
Wild winsome golden yellow flowering cup,
From which busy bees sweet nectar sip.
The bee's an emblem of our spiritual trip.
The brave effort pilgrim needs to awaken
From sleep, ceasing to be always shaken,
Sniffing at vainest pleasures with lustful lip,
Licking at each luscious bit. We lose our grip
If ego indulges in each poisonous drip.
Child Krishna cupped and supped butter's sweet taste,
Churned from fresh milk for healthy nourishment.
If we wish to be free from soul's direst detriment,
Then we too must churn the mind with all due haste,
Using the great rod of Self Enquiry, God's instrument,
To save us from sad samsara's painful punishment!
Child Krishna cupped and supped butter's sweet taste,
Churned from fresh milk for healthy nourishment.
If we wish to be free from soul's direst detriment,
Then we too must churn the mind with all due haste,
Using the great rod of Self Enquiry, God's instrument,
To save us from sad samsara's painful punishment!
Monday, 8 October 2012
HOME
SONNETS OF EXPERIENCE
HOME
Real home lives between laughter and tears,
Rising from a vale of dreams and needless fears.
It's not a horrid hovel but a place of growth,
To maturity of soul which beckon both.
Walk on to that perfect home of Realisation,
The pure peaceful state of Self Liberation.
Don't get lost in slums of conceptualisation,
Becoming a mere parrot of verbalisation,
But dive deep into the heart of our home,
Ganges of Self will refresh the soul to roam.
Its an end to horrid morbid melancholia,
A new birth of bliss and sweet euphoria.
In our true home we'll find our heavenly joy,
A state of blessed Being that shall never cloy.
HOME
Real home lives between laughter and tears,
Rising from a vale of dreams and needless fears.
It's not a horrid hovel but a place of growth,
To maturity of soul which beckon both.
Walk on to that perfect home of Realisation,
The pure peaceful state of Self Liberation.
Don't get lost in slums of conceptualisation,
Becoming a mere parrot of verbalisation,
But dive deep into the heart of our home,
Ganges of Self will refresh the soul to roam.
Its an end to horrid morbid melancholia,
A new birth of bliss and sweet euphoria.
In our true home we'll find our heavenly joy,
A state of blessed Being that shall never cloy.
Sunday, 7 October 2012
IN A NUT SHELL
SONNETS OF EXPERIENCE
IN A NUT SHELL
IN A NUT SHELL
Bhagavan's Teaching's a juicy fruit,
Full of paradox every one to suit,
But delve inside you'll find a tasty nut,
And the answer starts by saying "But
Because Self is veiled by the errant mind
Of thoughts and habits, so you must find
The way to remove this dark occlusion".
Self Enquiry and Surrender are His conclusion.
The shewd sadhak stores this radiant ruby nut,
So whenever he feels he's stuck in a rut,
He can recall the great mystery of Grace,
And the source of ego try hard to trace.
Then when this fiend is found; down it falls!
And his own True Self will answer all his calls
The shewd sadhak stores this radiant ruby nut,
So whenever he feels he's stuck in a rut,
He can recall the great mystery of Grace,
And the source of ego try hard to trace.
Then when this fiend is found; down it falls!
And his own True Self will answer all his calls
Friday, 5 October 2012
LONG POEMS FOR AWAKENING
My new poetry collection Long Poems for
Awakening has just been published. Three long poems include Zenda, a
swashbuckling adventure raising the question of personal identity. Pearl
Fishers, another adventure indicating the technique of Diving Into the
Heart and a new poetic rendition of the famed Ashtavakra Gita. See
Amazon.com and uk
EGO MIND
Egotistic mind is a devilish terror,
Egotistic mind is a devilish terror,
Continually leading us into error,
Wandering mad cap illusive and perverted,
It ever causes intent to be diverted
From Self Remembrance the primary aim of life,
The blissful state of sat chit anandda rife.
It must be controlled by disciplined rigour,
Using breath control and japa with vigour,
Otherwise 'twill waste life's ulitmate aim
To free oneself from samsara in the
name
Of Truth and state of blest Self Realisation,
No more in earth's prison house but liberation.
So demon mind is a wicked merciless thief
To end his tyranical days will bring great relief.
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