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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #60 on: September 23, 2012, 10:19:47 PM »
Be Lost In The Call

Lord, said David, since you do not need us,
why did you create these two worlds?

Reality replied: O prisoner of time,
I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you’ve never seen the face.

Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw?
Yet clean away the mud and straw,
and a mirror might be revealed.

Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,
it isn’t wine. If you wish your heart to be bright,
you must do a little work.

My King addressed the soul of my flesh:
You return just as you left.
Where are the traces of my gifts?

We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold.
This Sun doesn’t want a crown or robe from God’s grace.
He is a hat to a hundred bald men,
a covering for ten who were naked.

Jesus sat humbly on the back of an ass, my child!
How could a zephyr ride an ass?
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.

Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call.

 Rumi

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #61 on: September 26, 2012, 04:18:48 AM »
O Love

O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now,
Be all – worlds dissolve into your
stainless endless radiance,
Frail living leaves burn with your brighter
than cold stares -
Make me your servant, your breath, your core.

 Rumi

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #62 on: September 26, 2012, 06:28:55 AM »
jewell,

"I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you’ve never seen the face"

Beautiful poem is this by Rumi.Thanks very much.
Namaskar.

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #63 on: September 26, 2012, 06:33:06 AM »
THE EARTHEN GOBLET (A conversation between the poet and the goblet)

“O silent goblet! red from head to heel,
How did you feel
When you were being twirled
Upon the Potter’s wheel
Before the Potter gave you to the world?”
I felt a conscious impulse in my clay
To break away
From the great Potter’s hand
That burned so warm.
I felt a vast
Feeling of sorrow to be cast
Into my present form.
Before that fatal hour
That saw me captive on the Potter’s wheel
And cast into this crimson goblet-sleep,
I used to feel
The fragrant friendship of a little flower
Whose root was in my bosom buried deep.
The Potter has drawn out the living breath of me,
And given me a form which is the death of me;
My past unshapely natural state was best,
With just one flower flaming through my breast"

Harindranath Chattopadhyaya

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« Reply #64 on: September 26, 2012, 06:37:39 AM »
PITCHERS OF CLAY

Outside the Potter’s shop upon the way
In patient rows we stand, pitchers of clay —
Under a copper-clouded sky of gold
Expecting every moment to be sold.
Although we have no language, yet we feel
A bitterness towards the Potter’s wheel
Which moulded us, what though without a flaw,
To shape, which is against our being’s law.
Pitchers are beautiful and yet, indeed,
Even from beauty we would all be freed
And, slipping into Earth, secure escape
From the enchanted tyranny of shape.
Some of us pitchers, tired of being, drop
And break to pieces in the Potter’s shop.
Pathetic things! What does the Potter care
For the pale weariness of Earthenware?

Harindranath chattopadhyaya

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #65 on: September 26, 2012, 06:40:11 AM »
SHAPER SHAPED

In days gone by I used to be
A potter who would feel
His fingers mould the yielding clay
To patterns on his wheel;
But now, through wisdom lately won,
That pride has died away,
I have ceased to be the potter
And have learned to be the clay.
In other days I used to be
A poet through whose pen
Innumerable songs would come
To win the hearts of men;
But now, through new-got knowledge
Which I hadn’t had so long,
I have ceased to be the poet
And have learned to be the song.
I was a fashioner of swords,
In days that now are gone,
Which on a hundred battle-fields
Glittered and gleamed and shone;
But now that I am brimming with
The silence of the Lord
I have ceased to be a sword-maker
And learned to be the sword.
In by-gone days I used to be
A dreamer who would hurl
On every side an insolence
Of emerald and pearl.
But now that I am kneeling
At the feet of the Supreme
I have ceased to be the dreamer
And have learned to be the dream.

Harindranath chattopadhyaya

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #66 on: September 26, 2012, 03:52:00 PM »
Dear Ravi and others,

What is divine poetry? When musicians / singers /  poets, write out their experiences of what they got, I think, then
it becomes divine poetry.

Once someone asked Sri Bhagavan: Have not Saint Thyagaraja and others have written poetry in melodious tunes on
Rama etc., and got Atma Jnana? 

Sri Bhagavan replied : No, they have all written on what they had already got!

Once some other devotee asked: How a Brahma Jnani can express his experience?

Sri Bhagavan said: In a way, it cannot be expressed at all? It is like a thief thieving at night, get stung by a scorpion in
a dark room. He can neither cry, lest he might be caught, nor refrain from crying because the pain (Pleasure) is uncontrollable.
So he says  some thing. That is the poetry of a Brahma Jnani.

Arunachala Siva.       

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #67 on: September 26, 2012, 03:55:09 PM »
In a way, it means somewhat the same thing, when Alexander Pope said:

I lisped in numbers*, because numbers came to me!

(*poetry)

Arunachala Siva.

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #68 on: September 26, 2012, 10:13:30 PM »
Dear Sri Ravi,

"I felt a conscious impulse in my clay
To break away
From the great Potter’s hand
That burned so warm.
I felt a vast
Feeling of sorrow to be cast
Into my present form.
Before that fatal hour
That saw me captive on the Potter’s wheel
And cast into this crimson goblet-sleep,
I used to feel
The fragrant friendship of a little flower
Whose root was in my bosom buried deep.
The Potter has drawn out the living breath of me,
And given me a form which is the death of me;
My past unshapely natural state was best,
With just one flower flaming through my breast"

Absolutely Beautiful,Beautiful poems!!!  :) They have such a wonderful meaning and message... I didnt know about this poet,and i am amazed,i like this stile!

Thank You Very much dear Sri Ravi!

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #69 on: September 26, 2012, 10:20:06 PM »
Between the Poles

Between the poles of the conscious and the unconscious, there has

  the mind made a swing:

Thereon hang all beings and all worlds, and that swing never

  ceases its sway.

Millions of beings are there: the sun and the moon in their

  courses are there:

Millions of ages pass, and the swing goes on.

All swing! the sky and the earth and the air and the water; and

  the Lord Himself taking form:

And the sight of this has made Kabîr a servant.

 

~

By:  Kabir

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #70 on: September 26, 2012, 10:24:18 PM »
Peace

Behold, it comes in might,
The power that is not power,
The light that is in darkness,
The shade in dazzling light.

It is joy that never spoke,
And grief unfelt, profound,
Immortal life unlived,
Eternal death unmourned.

It is not joy nor sorrow,
But that which is between,
It is not noght nor morrow,
But that which joins them in.

It is sweet rest in music;
And pause in sacred art;
The silence between speaking;
Between two fits of passion –
It is the calm of heart.

It is beauty never seen,
And love that stands alone,
It is song that lives un-sung,
And knowledge never known.

It is death between two lives,
And lull between two storms,
The void whence rose creation,
And that where it returns.

To it the tear-drop goes,
To spread the smiling form
It is the Goal of Life,
And Peace — its only home!

From a letter to Miss MacLeod, 26th December 1900

 Swami Vivekananda

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #71 on: September 26, 2012, 11:27:52 PM »
Jewell,
Here is another poem by Harindranath Chattopadhyaya:

QUEST

Tireless I climb the thorny steep,
A world of roses staking.
My waking has become a sleep,
My sleep become a waking.

Towards the near yet distant goal
My feet go ever treading.
I seek the silence of the soul,
Which is a master-wedding.

Each pointed thorn upon the way
That bruises is but dating
My progress in the far-away
Beauty where you are waiting.

Something in me until the end
Will keep on ever humming:
“O mighty master! gentle friend!
Accept me, I am coming!”

Tireless I climb the kindling steep,
A shadow-world forsaking.
My waking state is now a sleep,
My sleep is now a waking.

you may download a Book of his poems from this site:
http://www.theosophical.org/files/resources/books/DivineVagabond/DivineVagabond.pdf

Namaskar.

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #72 on: September 27, 2012, 02:36:12 AM »
Beautiful dear Sri Ravi! Thank You Very much!!! Those poems are full of Beauty and Love! Here is one..

ALL-ONENESS


Beautiful! I love thee dearly
With a love that grows and grows,
Though the world may deem it merely
Fleeting love that comes and goes.
In my heart I hold thee ever
Like an imaged light sublime,
And without the least endeavor
Hold thee inly all the time.


Life is now a daily diving
Into thy deep ocean-trance,
And, by slow degrees, arriving
At the spirit’s blue expanse
That is rolling, ever rolling
Past our knowledge of thy love,
While thy heaven, soft-ensouling
Magic silence, hangs above.

Every day I sit before thee
By thy gazing aureoled,
Life! to say that I adore thee
Were to leave the truth untold.
For the truth is even richer
Than upon the surface seems,
For this body is the pitcher
From which thou dost pour thy dreams.


And my being is thy lyre
Struck by thee to music-dew,
Every drop a planet-fire
Pearly-mellowed in the blue.
All my spirit is a lightning
Flashed above dim worlds of change,
Like a naked laughter brightening
Over death’s long mountain-range

I am one perpetual kneeling
At thy silent sacred feet,
Bearing in my life a feeling
That is wonderfully sweet.
While, outside, the restless scoffer
Strives to hurl at me his dart,
Unto thee a faith I offer
Rooted firmly in the heart.


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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #73 on: September 27, 2012, 02:40:30 AM »
I WILL CRY OUT TO THEE


I will cry out to thee from the depth of my soul,
I will cry out to thee;
By crying to thee I will reach the goal,
I will cry out to thee.
Alone at thy door, O Divine, will I stand
With wounds on my feet and blooms in my hand,
Thou wilt deal me delight or wilt deal me dole,
I will cry out to thee.

Though the dawn be bright or the night be black,
I will cry out to thee.
Though the sky be blue or the rain-clouds crack,
I will cry out to thee.
I have journeyed, Beloved, mile after lone mile,
A pilgrim who seeks but a glimpse of thy smile,
And my journey has been o’er a broken track,
I will cry out to thee.


I have cried out to thee, my Love! from the first,
I have cried out to thee.
But my life in the past has been lonely and cursed,
I have cried out to thee.
I wanted to come to thee so long ago,
But my coming to thee has been sorry and slow,
So the thirst that I bring thee is no new thirst,
I will cry out to thee.


I will cry out to thee through all things that appear
I will cry out to thee.
I will cry out to thee through all music I hear;
I will cry out to thee.
Hereafter for me all ocean and sky
Shall be but a wonderful wandering cry,
Be the meeting with thee either distant or near,
I will cry out to thee.

I will cry out to thee in day-breaking light,
I will cry out to thee.
I will cry out to thee in the deepening night,
I will cry out to thee.
I will cry out to thee in the glow-worm and star,
In all shadows that brood and all colors that are;
In the sunsetting red and the moonrise-white,
I will cry out to thee.

I will cry out to thee even when thou art dumb,
I will cry out to thee.
I will cry out to thee though no answer come,
I will cry out to thee.
It may take but a moment for thee to engage
My soul in thy service, or, perhaps, an age,
But to cry out to thee is not wearisome,
I will cry out to thee.

Whatever the hour of night or of day,
I will cry out to thee.
Through the noonday’s gold, or the evening’s grey,
I will cry out to thee.
But my cry will not ever be stormy or wild,
It will always contain the true note of a child,
Of a child who but cries and has nothing to say,
I will cry out to thee.

Though ages and ages may pass me by,
I will cry out to thee.
Though centuries bloom in thy gardens and die,
I will cry out to thee.
Though nobody listen, I will cry still
From the depths of my being, my God, until
My cry is a silence, my silence a cry,
I will cry out to thee.

Whatever may happen, whatever betide,
I will cry out to thee.
I will cry out to thee from deep down inside,
I will cry out to thee.
With a cry I will storm thee some day and win,
Thou wilt open the door and invite me in,
I will cry out to thee as no man ever cried,
I will cry out to thee.


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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #74 on: September 27, 2012, 07:14:14 AM »
Jewell,
"I will cry out to Thee" is the approach Sri Ramakrishna recommends!
Harindranath Chattopadhyaya is from the same state of BengAl(calcutta).He has met Sri Bhagavan and this is figuring in 'Day by Day with Bhagavan' by Devaraja Mudaliar.Here it is the excerpt:

5-6-45 Afternoon

Myself, Harindranath Chattopadhyaya, G.V. Subbaramayyaand T. P. Ramachandra Aiyar were sitting in the front row just
opposite Bhagavan in the hall and G.V.S. said to H.C. “I recently came across a typed copy of some of your verses made at
Aurobindo Ashram, with Sri Aurobindo’s notes on the margin highly commending some verses.” Thereupon H.C. told
Bhagavan, “I stayed at Aurobindo’s Ashram for two years and I then made about 4000 sonnets and a poem of 50,000 lines plus
other poetry.” Apparently the fact that H.C. had been at Aurobindo’s Ashram before for two years was news to Bhagavan,
though it was not to some of us. This is the third visit of H.C. to Bhagavan. H.C. then gave us a recitation of two of his earliest
poems and one out of those made at Pondicherry
. They are given below. Bhagavan enjoyed the recitation.

(Harindranath recites the poems that I have posted-1.THE EARTHEN GOBLET
(A conversation between the poet and the goblet), 2.PITCHERS OF CLAY and 3.SHAPER SHAPED-Ravi )

After this I asked H.C. to recite before Bhagavan (or rather act as on the stage) a piece from a play of his in which a docklabourer
groaning under his work bursts out into a complaint. H.C. did so and all saw how moving a good recitation can be.
After a while H.C. asked Bhagavan, “How is it, Bhagavan, we sometimes feel choked with tears in Bhagavan’s Presence?”
Bhagavan smiled and kept quiet. I said, “It is a good thing if one’s tears gush forth like that and even of Bhagavan it is
recorded that when he used to go and stand before the image in the temple at Madura, before he came here, tears used to flow
involuntarily out of his eyes, not as the result of any joy or pain, but purely out of bhakti
.” Bhagavan was thereupon kind enough
to add, “Even after coming here such a thing has happened. Even on reading or hearing touching passages from books such
a thing has happened
. Apparently a stock of emotional tears is latent in so many of us, so that at any opportune moment, or on
the slightest provocation, they well out without any control on our part.”

Namaskar