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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4305 on: January 18, 2019, 12:01:57 AM »

If one day in my life I spend a moment without you
from that hour and that time I would repent my life.
If one day I am given a moment in solitude with you
I will trample the two worlds underfoot and dance forever.

Rumi

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4306 on: February 09, 2019, 08:31:05 AM »
Who am I
To stand and wonder, to wait
While the wheels of fate
Slowly grind my life away.
Who am I?
There were some things that I loved one time.
But the dreams are gone I thought were mine.
And the hidden tears that once could fall
Now burn inside at the thought of all
The years of waste, the years of crime
Passions of a heart so blind;
To think that, but even still
As I stand exposed, my feelings are felt
And I cry into the echo of my loneliness.
Who am I
To stand and wonder, to wait
While the wheels of fate
Slowly grind my life away.
Who am I?
What a nothing I've made of life
The empty words, the coward's plight
To be pushed and passed from hand to hand
Never daring to speak, never daring to stand
And the emptiness of my family's eyes
Reminds me over and over of lies
And promises and deeds undone
And now again I want to run
But now there is nowhere to run to.
Who am I
To stand and wonder, to wait
While the wheels of fate
Slowly grind my life away.
Who am I?
And now my friend we meet again
We shall see which one will bend
Under the strain of death's golden eyes
Which one of us shall win the prize
To live and which one will die
'Tis I, my friend, yes 'tis I
Shall kill to live again and again
To clutch the throat of sweet revenge
For life is here only for the taking.
Who am I
To stand and wonder, to wait
While the wheels of fate
Slowly grind my life away.
Who am I? Who am I?
Songwriters: Anthony Newley / Leslie Bricusse
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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4307 on: February 24, 2019, 07:08:11 AM »
While digesting Reader's Digest in the back of a dirty book store
A plastic flag, with gum on the back fell out on the floor
Well, I picked it up and I ran outside, slapped it on my window shield
And if I could see old Betsy Ross I'd tell her how good I feel
But your flag decal won't get you into Heaven anymore
They're already overcrowded from your dirty little war
Now Jesus don't like killin', no matter what the reason's for
And your flag decal won't get you into Heaven anymore
Well, I went to the bank this morning and the cashier he said to me
"If you join the Christmas club we'll give you ten of them flags for free"
Well, I didn't mess around a bit, I took him up on what he said
And I stuck them stickers all over my car and one on my wife's forehead
But your flag decal won't get you into Heaven anymore
They're already overcrowded from your dirty little war
Now Jesus don't like killin', no matter what the reason's for
And your flag decal won't get you into Heaven anymore
Well, I got my window shield so filled with flags I couldn't see
So, I ran the car upside a curb and right into a tree
By the time they got a doctor down I was already dead
And I'll never understand why the man standing in the pearly gates said
"But your flag decal won't get you into Heaven anymore
We're already overcrowded from your dirty little war"
"Now Jesus don't like killin', no matter what the reason's for
And your flag decal won't get you into Heaven anymore"
Songwriters: John Prine
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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4308 on: March 07, 2019, 08:39:17 AM »
First thing I remember was asking papa, why
For there were many things I didn't know
And daddy always smiled and took me by the hand
Saying, someday you'll understand
Well, I'm here to tell you now, each and every mother's son
That you better learn it fast, you better learn it young
'Cause someday never comes
Well, time and tears went by and I collected dust
For there were many things I didn't know
When daddy went away, he said, try to be a man
And someday you'll understand
Well, I'm here to tell you now, each and every mother's son
That you better learn it fast, you better learn it young
'Cause someday never comes
And then one day in April, I wasn't even there
For there were many things I didn't know
A son was born to me Mama held his hand
Sayin' someday you'll understand
Well, I'm here to tell you now, each and every mother's son
That you better learn it fast, you better learn it young
'Cause someday never comes
Ooo someday never comes
Think it was September, the year I went away,
For there were many things I didn't know
And still I see him standing, tryin' to be a man
I said, someday you'll understand
Well, I'm here to tell you now, each and every mother's son
That you better learn it fast, you better learn it young
'Cause someday never comes
Ooo someday never comes
Songwriters: John C. Fogerty
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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4309 on: April 03, 2019, 07:57:16 PM »
Beautiful songs dear friend!


Remember for just one minute of the day,
it would be best to try looking upon yourself more as God does,
for She knows your true royal nature.

Hafiz

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4310 on: April 03, 2019, 08:12:30 PM »

Be quiet now and wait.
It may be that the ocean one,
the one we desire so to move into and become,
desires us out here on land a little longer,
going our sundry roads to the shore.

Rumi

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4311 on: April 03, 2019, 09:11:47 PM »

Parted nightlong from his beloved child
Nanda could no longer restrain himself
and lifting from his face the coverlet gazed upon it;
no more the night was oppressive:
the gods it seemed had churned the sea,
and through its foam the moon was seen resplendent in the sky.
Says Suradasa:
The cowherd lads and maids
learning that their beloved Krishna was awake
forgot all else and ran to his bedside.

Saint Surdas

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4312 on: April 03, 2019, 09:42:14 PM »

Who can contain his joy, say,
on seeing the lotus-like lovely face
of Nanda's darling child when he awakes?

His beauty infatuates sages,and destroys the pride of Kama,
it captivates the hearts of hundreds of young girls.
When he softly smiles the gleam of his teeth seems
as though rubies have been stringed with pearls.

When my Lord, Nanda's lovely child goes out, says Suradasa,
 the people of Braj are bewitched by his loveliness.

Saint Surdas


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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4313 on: April 04, 2019, 02:58:44 AM »

After making me fall for you so hard, where are you going?
Until the day I see you, no repose: my life, like a fish washed on shore, flails in agony.
For your sake I'll make myself a yogini, I'll hurl myself to death on the saw of Kashi.
Mira's Lord is the clever Mountain Lifter, and I am his, a slave to his lotus feet.

Mira Bai
Translated by John Stratton Hawley

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4314 on: April 05, 2019, 04:40:34 AM »

O great deep ocean,
the lord entered into you,
mixed and churned you,
deprived you of your nectar.
That lord of illusion
entered into me too,
churned me,
deprived me of my essence.
Go to the serpent who is the lord's couch,
tell him of my endless sorrow
that he may plead for me.

Andal
from Antal and Her Path of Love:
Poems of a Woman Saint from South India,
Translated by Vidya Dehejia

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4315 on: April 05, 2019, 05:04:24 AM »

I Dreamt this Dream My Friend (Varanam aayiram)
 

How many elephants followed Narayana Nampi
the day he walked transformed by bliss
past the town adorned with flags, banners,
each threshold anointed with a golden urn?
I dream this recurrent dream, my friend.

Tomorrow will be the auspicious day when
the wedding should take place, where the awning
braided with shoots of palm and areca shaded
none other than Madhava, the lion, Govinda
the ox, and the dreamer dreaming but aware.

Indra and hosts of gods arrived to bless me,
to dress me in bridal garb, even Durga swung
a heavy garland around my neck, her gift.
Waters from the sacred rivers were sprinkled
on us: brahmins, siddhas and the dreaming bride.

The holy one stood adorned with white light.
Around our hands the sacred yellow thread
was knotted, young maidens came to welcome
us holding urns glowing like morning sunrise.
Sandal-clad, he entered to tremble the dream.

Drums thudded, conch shells lowed, the earth
shuddered beneath the awnings festooned
with pearls, and my beloved appeared to take
my hand. Learned Brahmins chanted Vedic
mantras. In dream, the language was thought.

They sprinkled darbha grass into the sacrificial fire
roused from twigs. My lord, stronger than raging
elephants, took my hand and we walked delicately
around the fire, the satapadi, seven times round
the leaping flame, nothing realer than this dream.

From that day onwards, through endless cycles
of birth, Nampi, our lord Narayana, would remain
my constant companion, sure as the lotus-hand
he placed at my feet, compelling as the appearance
of my handsome brothers who dreamt dreams

of their own, not mine, with archer?s eyebrows
curving around brightened eyes. They drew me
forward and placed my hand on his, heaping
handfuls of puffed rice into flames burning blue.
In dream, I had awakened to the dream in progress.

They smeared us with saffron and sandalwood paste,
as we rode out on an elephant to circle the water-
sprinkled streets, joyous cries and fragrant water
showered upon us, man and wife for the first time,
never to be apart again, even outside the dreamtime.

Kodai from Srivilliputtur, home to the tallest
Gopurams in Tamil Nadu, had this recurring dream
that she married the cowherd lord. Those who recite
this pure garland of ten Tamil verses will live in joy
and if dreamed about, will bear fine, noble children.
 
Andal
Translated by Ravi Shankar
*Excerpted from Andal The Autobiography of a Goddess,
published by Zubaan, New Delhi in 2015
 and University of Chicago Press, 2016


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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4316 on: April 06, 2019, 04:27:42 AM »

Having understood the greatness of satsanga,
 which is revealed by the true words uttered by our Sadguru,
Sri Ramana, who is the Lord of the universe,
'When the excellent cool, southern breeze itself is blowing, say,
what is the use of holding a hand-fan?'
 Let us live taking refuge in Arunachala,
the Hill of sat-sanga.

"A Light on the Teaching of Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi"
62
Sri Sadhu Om

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4317 on: April 06, 2019, 04:41:51 AM »

Do not fear. By the great power of the
Grace of the Guru, who has transcended everything,
you will certainly attain this Self-knowledge. If even
a single tendency (vasana) remains in us, our
Jnana-Guru, Lord Ramana, will not keep quiet.

A Light on the Teaching of Ramana Maharshi
211
Sri Sadhu Om

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4318 on: April 06, 2019, 04:53:22 AM »

Just like a mother who feeds her sleeping
child even without the child knowing that he is being
fed, the Grace of the Sat-purusha enters our hearts
in a manner that cannot be known by us even if we
have the most subtle and powerful of intellects, and
thereby His Grace reforms us and brings about the
destruction of our mind. Ah! His Grace is beyond
all limits and cannot be gauged by anyone.

A Light on the Teaching of Ramana Maharshi
61
Sri Sadhu Om

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4319 on: April 06, 2019, 05:10:01 AM »

Dark Clouds Be My Messenger

Massive clouds you unroll overhead showering
           Pearls and water beads on dark earth. Bounteous
Ones, what message do you bear from my ferocious Lord
           Of Vengadam where treetops tousle the sky?
As your swooping shadow deepens night?s ink
           I flare in love, afflicted, sleepless. Your softest
Southern breeze fans my passion. Help me.
           I could blaze to death.

Andal
Translation by Priya Sarukkai Chabria
from Andal The Autobiography of a Goddess,
published by Zubaan