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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #900 on: January 26, 2013, 09:56:34 PM »
Thou and You


She substituted, by a chance,
For empty ""you"" -- the gentle ""thou"";
And all my happy dreams, at once,
In loving heart again resound.
In bliss and silence do I stay,
Unable to maintain my role:
""Oh, how sweet you are!"" I say --
""How I love thee!"" says my soul.

Aleksandar Pushkin

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #901 on: January 26, 2013, 10:04:46 PM »
However many holy words you read, however many you speak, what good will they do you if you do not act on upon them? - Buddha

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« Reply #902 on: January 26, 2013, 10:18:26 PM »
Rise, lovers


Rise, lovers, that we may go towards heaven; we have seen this world, so let us go to that world. 
No, no, for thought these two gardens are beautiful and fair, let us pass beyond these two, and go to that Gardener. 
Let us go prostrating to the sea like a torrent, then let us go foaming upon the face of the sea. 
Let us journey from this street of mourning to the wedding feast, let us go from this saffron face to the face of the Judas tree blossom. 
Trembling like a leaf and twig from fear of falling, our hearts are throbbing; let us go to the Abode of Security. 
There is no escape from pain, since we are in exile, and there is no escape from dust, seeing that we are going to a dustbowl. 
Like parrots green of wing and with fine pinions, let us become sugar-gatherers and go to the sugar-bed. 
These forms are signs of the signless fashioner; hidden from the evil eye, come, let us go to the signless. 
It is a road full of tribulation, but love is the guide, giving us instruction how we should go thereon; 
Though the shadow of the king’s grace surely protects, yet it is better that on that road we go with the caravan. 
We are like rain falling on a leaky roof; let us spring from the leak and go by that waterspout. 
We are crooked as a bow, for the string is in our own throats; when we become straight, then we will go like an arrow from the bow. 
We cower like mice in the house because of the cats; if we are lion’s whelps, let us go to that Lion. 
Let us make our soul a mirror in passion for a Joseph; let us go before Joseph’s beauty with a present. 
Let us be silent, that the giver of speech may say this; even as he shall say, so let us go. 

Rumi

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #903 on: January 26, 2013, 10:31:29 PM »
Dear Sri Atmavichar,

How wonderful quote! And,i feel,so true. Indeed,there is nothing to atain,coz there is no one to atain,no seeker,no goal,nothing. Everything is like it is,Wholeness. One Reality.
And there is nothing but That.
It looks funny when you think about that how all what is apparently happening is going on spontaneusly,without anyone to be the doer or responsable,and we are still searching for something. Even that search and "realisation is going in by itself,there is no one to even make effort in reality. And even that spontaneus happenings never happened. What a joke.
 
Thank You Very much!

With love and prayers,
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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #904 on: January 27, 2013, 07:59:44 AM »

Your love lifts my soul
from the body to the sky
And you lift me up
out of the two worlds.
I want your sun
to reach my raindrops,
So your heat can raise my soul
upward like a cloud.

Rumi


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« Reply #905 on: January 27, 2013, 03:30:21 PM »
Quote from Sri Jewell:
“This wonderful poem of Shelley is very significant to me, together with one more devoted poem. From some reasons known to me, and You chose just it. It is showing that You, my dear friend and i are same, Love, that all is just Her work, that there is no distance between us. That all is coming from one source, which verily we are, and that this whole universe is only Love, that we are holding it in our hands. We, the Source, one and the same, Supreme and Absolute.  The Father of Love.”


Dear Sri Jewell,

Oh! Yes! Thanks very much, dear Sri Jewell. When I saw you consistently posting, in this thread, beautiful and very inspiring love poems of Sri Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi, Sri Elizabeth Barrett Browning,  Sri Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Sri Christina Georgina Rossetti, and others, I felt that this invaluable discourse must also be taken to the romantic, lyric love and nature poems of some of the all time great and immortal Artists of English Literature, such as, Sri Percy Bysshe Shelly, Sri John Keats, Sri William Shakespeare, Sri William Wordsworth, Sri William Blake, and a few others. With this view, I first posted, as you may remember, the poem ‘An Ode to a Nightingale’ of Sri John Keats followed by the beautiful poem ‘She is a Phantom of Delight’ of Sri William Wordsworth. One evening, it occurred to me and I was inspired to post Sri Percy Shelly’s moving poem ‘Love’s Philosophy’. But, lo! I was wonderstruck to see the following morning ‘Love’s Philosophy’ posted by you in this very thread. And when you posted ‘Sonnet 53’ of Sri William Shakespeare, and again ‘A Bridal Song’ and a few poems of “To—“ sequence of Sri Percy Shelly, I knew intuitively and was cent percent convinced that your taste and fondness are for the same kind of poetry as I myself hold so dear. And I felt that as something always happened when ever I read the poem ‘To Jane’, I must post this also in this thread on divine poetry and thoughts. Yes, my dear Sri Jewell, this great love poem is a mellifluous melody with constant note of nectarine love running through its pores and veins. Delicacies of colour, subtlety and rhythm of this immortal lyric is meant only to be savoured, which unexplained is much clearer, as Sri Rumi sang.   


My dear friend, Sri Jewell, the romantic and nature poems, as I enumerated above, are my heart-treasured pearls and gems, which I cherished most. I remember that when I studied Engineering in the University, I kept most of the above poems recorded in my note-pad which I always carried about me, reading them in common rooms, buses, restaurants, etc., but always when lonely and in solitude. Do you know, why? The environment and ambience in an Engineering College campus is not often conducive to harbouring and nurturing literary and philosophical interest and inclination. Therefore, I often had to close my note-pad containing these poems lest some unsympathetic friends and colleagues would see how deeply these cherished poems moved and affected me and thus invite ridicule!


Dear Sri Jewell, whenever, I read poems like ‘Love’s Philosophy’, ‘To Jane’, ‘A Bridal Song’, etc., I always went through following heart touching poem of Sri Percy Shelly in the end, which though a short poem is, in my view, the finest poem of this type that I have ever treasured and cherished:   
 

Music, when soft voices die
                           By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap’d for the beloved’s bed;
And so thy thoughts when thou are gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
   
Dear friend, Sri Jewell, the above poem caused sadness to get swelled and it pained in the heart. Then, till before coming to Sri Bhagwan, I was never able to diagnose the sickness. However, the ailment lingered on with a pining difficult to describe. It was only after I experienced Sri Bhagwan’s Grace and I was, all of a sudden, exposed to His Teaching on Atma-vichara, Love, Devotion and Surrender, that I came gradually to understand the pain and pining in the heart. I then understood that it was an ailment different from other ailments, which couldn’t go away until I grasped the Self, the Atma-swarupa, the Existence-Consciousness, Fullness of Love and Bliss—Nondual and Absolute—from where flows a tune of far away world where music, moonlight and feeling are one.


Thanks you so much, my dear Sri Jewell.
Pranam,
 Anil       





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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #906 on: January 27, 2013, 11:36:38 PM »
The Seeker Simply falls away ?
But if there is a "Seeker" , he has to fall.
If there is no Seeker ?

?

Is there a Seeker at all in the first place ... to fall or remain alive ?

Dear Sri Tushnim,

There is no seeker indeed. But,in Reality there is no goal either,no realisation,and no Truth. If seekers is not there,could anything else which is part of it stay?
No birth,no death,no world. Infact,what ever we say would not be true at all. And,truly,only silence is left,altrough,that is also the concept only.

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« Reply #907 on: January 28, 2013, 12:21:40 AM »
Dear Sri Anil,

I can truly understand,and feel what You have expressed. So true,that quiet sadness,and that gentle pain i felt too,before i came across Bhagavan and Maharaj,and before i was exposed to Wonderful and Beautiful teachings. When something is felt to be missing,some part of You,some important fragment which cannot be replaced by anything else. It is a call from the depth of the Soul,some strong and powerful strings,to which i could not resist. And it is even not conscousnus at all,and all was not my own effort at all,and there is,truly,no any doership,nothing which i can asign to me. It is work of Love,Play of Love indeed.

And this is such Beautiful poem. I have read it,and love it like You do. Poetry is so inspirative,full of music itself,full of Beauty and Divinity itself. Oh,it can lift You to such hights,to some sphere where all is magic and charm,where all is sweetness and dance. I can almost feel drowsiness,like on some strange,lovely spell,drunk from vine Divine. It is one whole new world..

Then,it is so evident,that with Supreme teaching,some door opens,that distance is less and less,and we all start unknowingy,responding to eachothers thoughts. It is one proof more that all is universal,that there is no in,out,inside,outside,like You mentioned in Your thread. All is just Oneness,all is just One.
Thouched with Your post,my dear Sri Anil,and this sweet poem,i wish to post some poems from Sri
Keats,which i find very beautiful.

Thank You si much,my dear,dear friend!

With love and prayers,

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #908 on: January 28, 2013, 12:37:19 AM »
To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses


As late I rambled in the happy fields,
What time the skylark shakes the tremulous dew
From his lush clover covert;—when anew
Adventurous knights take up their dinted shields;
I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields,
A fresh-blown musk-rose; 'twas the first that threw
Its sweets upon the summer: graceful it grew
As is the wand that Queen Titania wields.
And, as I feasted on its fragrancy,
I thought the garden-rose it far excelled;
But when, O Wells! thy roses came to me,
My sense with their deliciousness was spelled:
Soft voices had they, that with tender plea
Whispered of peace, and truth, and friendliness unquelled. 

John Keats 

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« Reply #909 on: January 28, 2013, 12:58:29 AM »
To ****


Hadst thou liv'd in days of old, 
O what wonders had been told 
Of thy lively countenance, 
And thy humid eyes that dance 
In the midst of their own brightness; 
In the very fane of lightness. 
Over which thine eyebrows, leaning, 
Picture out each lovely meaning: 
In a dainty bend they lie, 
Like to streaks across the sky, 
Or the feathers from a crow, 
Fallen on a bed of snow. 
Of thy dark hair that extends 
Into many graceful bends: 
As the leaves of Hellebore 
Turn to whence they sprung before. 
And behind each ample curl 
Peeps the richness of a pearl. 
Downward too flows many a tress 
With a glossy waviness; 
Full, and round like globes that rise 
From the censer to the skies 
Through sunny air. Add too, the sweetness 
Of thy honied voice; the neatness 
Of thine ankle lightly turn'd: 
With those beauties, scarce discern'd, 
Kept with such sweet privacy, 
That they seldom meet the eye 
Of the little loves that fly 
Round about with eager pry. 
Saving when, with freshening lave, 
Thou dipp'st them in the taintless wave; 
Like twin water lillies, born 
In the coolness of the morn. 
O, if thou hadst breathed then, 
Now the Muses had been ten. 
Couldst thou wish for lineage higher 
Than twin sister of Thalia? 
At least for ever, evermore, 
Will I call the Graces four. 

Hadst thou liv'd when chivalry 
Lifted up her lance on high, 
Tell me what thou wouldst have been? 
Ah! I see the silver sheen 
Of thy broidered, floating vest 
Cov’ring half thine ivory breast; 
Which, O heavens! I should see, 
But that cruel destiny 
Has placed a golden cuirass there; 
Keeping secret what is fair. 
Like sunbeams in a cloudlet nested 
Thy locks in knightly casque are rested: 
O’er which bend four milky plumes 
Like the gentle lilly’s blooms 
Springing from a costly vase. 
See with what a stately pace 
Comes thine alabaster steed; 
Servant of heroic deed! 
O'er his loins, his trappings glow 
Like the northern lights on snow. 
Mount his back! thy sword unsheath! 
Sign of the enchanter's death; 
Bane of every wicked spell; 
Silencer of dragon's yell. 
Alas! thou this wilt never do: 
Thou art an enchantress too, 
And wilt surely never spill 
Blood of those whose eyes can kill. 
John Keats
 

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #910 on: January 28, 2013, 01:08:44 AM »
A Thing of Beauty (Endymion)


A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: 
Its lovliness increases; it will never 
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep 
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep 
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. 
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth, 
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth 
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, 
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways 
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, 
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall 
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, 
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon 
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils 
With the green world they live in; and clear rills 
That for themselves a cooling covert make 
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, 
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: 
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms 
We have imagined for the mighty dead; 
An endless fountain of immortal drink, 
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink. 


John Keats[ ]

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« Reply #911 on: January 28, 2013, 01:18:31 AM »
   
Leaves of Grass


Whoever you are!
motion and reflection are especially for you,
The divine ship sails the divine sea for you.

Whoever you are!
you are he or she for whom the earth
is solid or liquid,

You are he or she
for whom the sun and moon hang in the sky,
For none more than you
are the present and the past,
For none more than you is immortality.

Walt Whitman

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« Reply #912 on: January 28, 2013, 01:33:27 AM »
   The Jewel of Stars


Moonlight, the stars and the wind,
By placing them in front
And drinking the honey thereof-
A poetic frenzy seizes us;
That atomic thing called Mind-
We shall let it roam free.
Should one wonder at the bee that sings
While imbedded in a tasty fruit?
Oh, Mind! Go hence to join
The jewel of stars. 

Subramanya Bharathi

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« Reply #913 on: January 28, 2013, 01:58:54 AM »
  Drum of Victory
Chorus

Beat the drum of victory! Beat it!
Beat the drum of victory!

Verses

1. The fear-demon we thrashed- The falsehood
serpent we hacked, and devoured its life
The entire world, is nectar we comprehend
A vedic life we've acquired. (Beat the drum of victory!)

2. In the sunshine we bathed - The luster's
nectar we relished and splurged
In the night came he, living beings to destroy 
Yama trembled as we glared. (Beat the drum of victory!)

3. The crow and sparrow, are our caste - the extensive
oceans and mountains, our cluster
Seen in all directions is us and nobody else
And as you see it, dance along. (Beat the drum of victory!) 
Subramanya Bharathi
 

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« Reply #914 on: January 28, 2013, 10:41:36 AM »
Dear Sri Tushnim,

The seeker is imagined in whose mind? And who needs to know?

Second,is understanding,or better to say,effort to understand,is not Doing?

Then,i saw Your post in Your thread,and question is, what we need to understand if we are already that,and if there is no seeker where is the thorn then?

With love and prayers,