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A Poem from Mountain Path - Jan. - Mar. 2014
« on: January 05, 2014, 03:39:10 PM »
Haikus:

Cheenu Srinivasan:

Restlessness is mind
What folly to becalm it.
Elusive is peace

Our inner peace Is
Not the absence of disturbance.
Is this too troubling?

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Arunachala Siva.

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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path - Jan. - Mar. 2014
« Reply #1 on: January 06, 2014, 06:41:22 AM »
Feat:

Nileen Putatunda.

Old bare footed rickshaw puller
You run for bread,
While the man who runs on hot coals
Does it for God
But bread too is God,
Your feat is harder.

(This poem is from Oct.-Dec. 2013 of Mountainpath)

Arunachala Siva. 
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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path - Jan. - Mar. 2014
« Reply #2 on: January 06, 2014, 06:48:11 AM »
Chant:

( a quiet recitation prior to meditation) 

John Wade.

Be Still and Know That I Am God
Be Still and Know That I am
Be Still and Know That I
Be Still and Know That
Be Still and Know
Be Still
Be.


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Re: A Poem from Mountain Path - Jan. - Mar. 2014
« Reply #3 on: February 09, 2014, 06:05:11 PM »
This is NOT from Mountain Path, but from today's The Hindu:

by Bristirna Barua

In your hands the Bango became
An instrument of liberation.
When you sang in that
 melodious voice
That mixed honey with thunder;
People marched to the best of their hearts.
Your songs told stories
everybody forgot
Of the tired worker
Of the angry peasant
The angry soldier in napalm land
And the disgruntled man in the street.
Silence rumbled in your voice
A silence that was imposed 
  for ages.
A silence that needed an expression.
You spoke of the flowers
crushed by the boots of war.
And your songs hammered in
Many a dusty mornings
That came after a long
depressing nights.
You sang of the tiny lamp
that burns
Inside all of us
And of our will to overcome.
Pete Seeger you will live
Till that rebel inside us
Breathes free.
For you were always a wake up call.
For our conscience.
A voice for humanity.

(Seeger was an American musician, song writer, folk singer, and activist (against Vietnam War, will be missed.)

Arunachala Siva.