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Poems.....

Poems.....

The great thing I find about poetry is its universality - no matter the country or the culture or the spiritual tradition, one can still find lines that hit the nail exactly on the head to describe your own pesonal search...

I love the poetry of the Sufi mystic Jalaal'udin Rumi. He has an elegant way with simple imagery -  and some of his poems posess a real earthy directness that can shake you out of your complacency.....

At last you've left and gone to the Invisible; How marvellous the way you  quit this world.

You ruffled your feathers; and breaking free of your cage, You took to the air, bound for you soul's world...

A love-sick nightingale amongst owls, you caught The scent of roses, and flew to the rose garden.

Here are a couple of poems by a favourite Irish poet of mine, Patrick Kavanagh - these two in particular really inspired me when I was growing up to see everything around me as all wondrous manifestations of the same Source....

Is

The important thing is not To imagine one ought To have something to say, A raison d'etre, a plot for the play. The only true teaching Subsists in just watching Things moving or just colour Without comment from the scholar. To look on is enough In the business of love. Casually remark, On a deer running in a park; Mention water again, Always virginal, Always original, It washes out Original Sin. Name for the future The everydays of Nature And without being analytic Create a great epic. Girls in red blouses, Steps up to houses, Sunlight round gables, Gossip's young fables, The life of a street.

O wealthy me! O happy state! With an inexhaustible theme, I'll die in harness, I'll die in harness with my scheme.

Innocence

They laughed at one I loved - The triangular hill that hung Under the Big Forth. They said That I was bounded by the whitethorn hedges Of the little farm and did not know the world. But I knew that love's doorway to life Is the same doorway everywhere. Ashamed of what I loved I flung her from me and called her a ditch Although she was smiling at me with violets. But now I am back in her briary arms; The dew of an Indian Summer morning lies On bleached potato-stalks - What age am I? I do not know what age I am, I am no mortal age; I know nothing of women, Nothing of cities, I cannot die Unless I walk outside these whitethorn hedges.
Here a lovely poem by the great Indian seer-poet Kalidasa, who lived around 400AD: Look to this day; For it is life, the very life of life. In its brief course Lie all the verities and realities of your existence. The bliss of growth, The glory of action, The splendour of achievement, Are but experiences of time. For yesterday is but a dream And tomorrow is only a vision And today well-lived Makes yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well therefore to this day; Such is the salutation to the ever-new dawn!

Nirbhasa's home

My Journey so far...
Friday 11th: Everything is okay
Saturday 12th: A Tale of Two Cookies
Sunday 13th: Songs of Praise
Monday 14th - How Not to Build a Tent
Tuesday 15th - A Path with Two Wings
Wednesday 16th - The Book of Bad Laws
Thursday 17th - A Bout of Amnesia
Friday 18th - Transcendence in Action
Saturday 19th - Pipped at the post
Sunday 20th - Angel of the Supreme
Saturday 8th
Sunday 9th
Monday 10th
Tuesday 11th
Wednesday 12th
Thursday 13th
Friday 14th
Saturday 15th
Sunday 16th
Monday 17th
Tuesday 18th
Wednesday 19th
Thursday 20th
Friday 21st
Epilogue
Thursday 9th
Friday 10th
Saturday 11th
Sunday 12th
Monday 13th
Tuesday 14th
Wednesday 15th
Thursday 16th
Friday 17th
Saturday 18th
Sunday 19th
Well, I finished and I'm alive.....
Friday 11th
Saturday 12th
Sunday 13th
Marathon adventures
World Run In Ireland
Recordbreaking adventures
My Marathon Odyssey - 2004
Self Transcendence Marathon 2005
He Partha Sarathi
Joyathlon - Cambridge 2005
A good day in the inner worlds
The Sweet Smell of Transcendence
A birthday offering
Once upon a time i kept a blog
Tumi Je Hao Se Hao

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