“What we affirm, varies from the scripture ~
This is the way our heart paints the picture “
~ quote by poet
The Atman or Self is our true essence,
white light that renews itself in itself,
a completion which is our quintessence,
at peace with no agenda in its shelf.
Free from attributes, the Self is complete,
acting as of spontaneous intent,
head at God’s feet, mirroring His heartbeat,
choosing love as the path for its ascent.
With God as the source Who lights every flame,
liken Self then as a flame lit by God,
which though one with Him and seemingly same,
is get to grow by giving love a nod.
Behold stars glistening in the night sky ~
All hues of the rainbow make our heart sigh
I
The Formless emanates forms
One is many ... Things
Spirit is Living Word
Hiding me under Wings
II
Brahma and Atma, Unity
Despite all the diversity
Do not dismiss Ambiguity
For Father, Son, Spirit-Holy
III
No time, beyond space
Faceless, Face of Grace
Immaterial with material body
Wave and Ocean simultaneously
I
If u loved, you may write sound poetry;
If u loved & lost, words add a higher degree
Of lonely beauty and crowded clarity
As was true of Dickinson, POET, Lady, my EMILY
II
Life and breath can yield great writing
Love and loss point to truth, reuniting
Where all are level, Scripture doth remind
Before this act, stage, LILA in Hindu mind
I have no clue what Krshna taught Arjuna
but I like the name Atman a lot.
Atman. Atman. Where a man is at.
At all times. No matter what.
Gita, get in the action, gorgeous girl,
God is the answer, keep the meter.
Wisdom, none.
What Krshna tells Arjuna makes no sense.
I prefer mathematics.
Knowledge of how things are made and done
more than meditation on the Self
as a manifestation of the One.
I’ll never have to leave this comfortable planet.
We have this asset but can we sell it?
In Paradise Lost, Satan executes his plan
but God already knows all about it.
Still, whether it succeeds or fails is up to Man.
Same here, when it comes to nuclear armaments,
a distraction from the work of making life permanent.
It is all premised on the mystery
of invisible but sentient particles—
little Krshnas and Kachinas
nesting inside one another.
Meanwhile life goes on outside all around you—
WWII, the Napoleonic wars,
the Civil War which we’re still fighting.
Krshna says behead your brothers
without prejudice or justice.
So it transpires in the nuclear fire.
Whatever forever.
Teacher, teacher—tiger!