Spiritual Poetry

My mistake.:&

 

From 'Aha' by Aliester Crowley - some say he was a 'black magician', but maybe that's because he rejected Christianity - myself I have concluded he was ok. He was perhaps one of the first weterners to build bridges between eastern and western philosophies.

This extract from the poem is about the process of yoga and meditation.

'There are seven keys to the great gate,
Being eight in one and one in eight.
First, let the body of thee be still,
Bound by the cerements of will,
Corpse-rigid; thus thou may abort
The fidget-babes that tease the thought.
Next, let the breath rythym be low,
Easy, regular, and slow;
So that thy being be in tune
With the great sea's pacific swoon.
Third, let thy life be pure and calm,
Swayed softly as a windless palm.
Fourth, let the will to live be bound
To the one love of the profound.
Fifth, let the thought, divinely free
From sense, observe its entity.
Watch every thought that springs; enhance
Hour after hour thy vigilance!
Intense and keen, turn inward, miss
No atom of analysis!
Sixth, on one thought securely pinned
Still every whisper of the wind!
So like a flame straight and unstirred
Burn up thy being in one word!
Next, still that ecstasy, prolong
Thy meditation steep and strong,
Slaying even God, should He distract
Thy attention from the chosen act!
Last, all these things in one o'erpowered
Time that midnight blossom flowered!
The Oneness is. Yet even in this,
My son, thou shalt not do amiss
If thou restrain the expression, shoot
Thy glance to rapture's darkling root,
Discarding name, form, sight, and stress
Even of this high consciousness;
Pierce to the heart! I leave thee here:
Thou art the master. I revere
Thy radiance that rolls afar,
O Brother of the Silver Star!


A.C. 1919.

 

To My Own Soul

Hold yet a while, Strong Heart,
Not part a lifelong yoke
Though blighted looks the present, future gloom.
And age it seems since you and I began our
March up hil1 or down. Sailing smooth o'er
Seas that are so rare-
Thou nearer unto me, than oft-times I myself-
Proclaiming mental moves before they were !
Reflector true-Thy pulse so timed to mine,
Thou perfect note of thoughts, however fine-
Shall we now part, Recorder, say ?
In thee is friendship, faith,
For thou didst warn when evil thoughts were brewing-
And though, alas, thy warning thrown away,
Went on the same as ever-good and true.

- Swami Vivekananda

 

I
want you to have this,
all the beauty in my eyes,
and the grace of my mouth,
all the splendor of my strength,
all the wonder of the musk parts of my body,
for are we not talking about real love, real love?

- Mirabai

 

All the covers of the earthen vessel
of my body are wide open;
I have thrown away
all shame before the world.
Mira's Lord is the Mountain-Holder,
the suave lover. I sacrifice myself
in devotion to His lotus feet.
- Mirabai

I was browsing the web and came across a few poems I really liked, lets bath ourselves in love of the supreme!.

 

sig muhahahaha

 

Weee...nothing would be better my dearest brother!

The Christ
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And upon a dark day of thundering storms,
the Mystic spoke unto his disciple:
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What troubles your heart this day my
child?
What engulfing sadness tears at your
soul, as the lightning across the skies?
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And the child replied, "Oh Master, they
killed him; he who came to light their candles
with the burning flame of Truth. And in their
blind ignorance did they shamefully kill the
Son of God."
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But the Mystic answered:
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Jesus the Christ was not slain upon a
wooden cross;
It was only your brother, Jesus the man,
they killed that darkened day.
For the Christ is without mortal ending,
being the total loving Spirit of all Mankind.
Fear not little one, for the Christ shall
come unto this world again.
And what shall it be to witness His sacred
arrival,
But to open your soul unto the Oneness of
all things,
And become yourself a symbol of the living
Christ?
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- Excerpt from The Prophet's Candle by Daniel
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Song Of A Dream

Once in the dream of a night I stood
Lone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,
And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.

Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my delicate youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.

- Sarojini Naidu

 

I wrote a poem and decided to remove it because I realised that I wrote the poem to make art instead of writing the poem to serve God.


Love, Kharakov

 

Seven

One for the east,
for all new beginnings
rising golden in our lives.

Two for the south,
for all living things
bursting lively on the scene.

Three for the west,
for all transformation
new experiences to marvel at.

Four for the north,
for silence and death
the void from which all is born.

Five for the earthward,
for foundations of stone,
rooted strong in existence.

Six for the heavenward,
for high ideals and lofty goals;
the airy peace of the stars.

And seven for the inward,
for the intersection of the six;
home of the holy and pure.

- TrippinBTM (from our own poetry forum)

 

First rate poem that. Trippin is a nice guy too.

 

It's been said that a true poet writes because she/he must.

 

Revelation

No more my heart shall sob or grieve.
My days and nights dissolve in God's own Light.
Above the toil of life my soul
Is a Bird of Fire winging the Infinite.

I have known the One and His secret Play,
And passed beyond the sea of Ignorance Dream.
In tune with Him, I sport and sing;
I own the golden Eye of the Supreme.

Drunk deep of Immortality,
I am the root and boughs of a teeming vast.
My Form I have known and realised.
The Supreme and I are one; all we outlast.

- By: Sri Chinmoy

 

And deletes because of trust.

 

Prayer of St Catherine

I see that you have endowed your vicar
by nature
with a fearless heart;
so I humbly, imploringly beg you
to pour the light beyond nature
into the eye of his understanding.
For unless this light,
acquired through pure affection for virtue,
is joined with it,
a heart such as his tends to be proud.

Today again let every selfish love be cut away
from those enemies of yours
and from the vicar
and from us all,
so that we may be able to forgive those enemies
when you bend their hardness.

For them, that they may humble themselves
and obey this lord of ours,
I offer you my life
from this moment
and for whenever you wish me to lay it down
for your glory.

From: The prayers of Catherine of Siena

 

Be silent, and you will hear all things,
In yourself,
Be silent, and you will hear yourself,
In all things.

 

The Lord is in Me

The Lord is in me, and the Lord is in you,
As life is hidden in every seed.
So rubble your pride, my friend,
And look for Him within you.

When I sit in the heart of His world
A million suns blaze with light,
A burning blue sea spreads across the sky,
LifeÕs turmoil falls quiet,
All the stains of suffering wash away.

Listen to the unstruck bells and drums!
Love is here; plunge into its rapture!
Rains pour down without water;
Rivers are streams of light.

How could I ever express
How blessed I feel
To revel in such vast ecstasy
In my own body?

This is the music
Of soul and soul meeting,
Of the forgetting of all grief.
This is the music
That transcends all coming and going.

- Kabir

 

There's a moon in my body...

There's a moon in my body, but I can't see it!
A moon and a sun.
A drum never touched by hands, beating, and I can't hear it!

As long as a human being worries about when he will die,
and what he has that is his,
all of his works are zero.
When affection for the I-creature and what it owns is dead,
then the work of the Teacher is over.

The purpose of labor is to learn;
when you know it, the labor is over.
The apple blossom exists to create fruit; when that
comes, the petal falls.

The musk is inside the deer, but the deer does not
look for it:
it wanders around looking for grass.

Kabir

 

Another Day
Another day, another day,
My Lord Supreme is far away.

Another day, my heart can be
The all giving breath of patience tree.

Another day, my life can feed
My soulful world with its crying need.

Another day, I own to hear
God's Voice of Light and feel Him near.

Another day, another day,
My tears shall win His blue gold Ray.

Another day, another day,
And then, no more my ignorance clay.

Another day, I'll be God's Love
Within, without, below, above

- Sri Chinmoy

 

A way that can be walked is not The Way.
A name that can be named is not The Name.

The Absolute is is both named and nameless
As Nameless it is the origin of all things
As Named it is the mother of all things.

A mind free of thought,
merged within itself,
beholds the essence of the Absolute
A mind filled with thought,
identified with its own perceptions,
beholds the mere forms of this world.

Truth and this world seem different
but actually they are one and the same
The only difference is in what we call them.

How deep and mysterious is this unity!
How profound, how great!
It is the truth beyond truth,
the hidden within the hidden.
It is the path to all wonder
the gate to the essence of everything.
- Lao Tzu (Tao Te Ching Verse 1)