Brahma Poems - Poems about Brahma

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Brahma III The frivolous life lives vainly looking at a phantom, chasing after illusion; men accuse one another thinking their life is real, fight each other thinking they are existing. Today as well, I wander in the valley of maya(1) upholding a banner of avidya.(2) When I see blooms dance joyfully in the air with butterfly. When I see flowers wilted I...

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—Brahma eva idam visvam(1)— A life neither has beginning because beginning is Brahma or end because end is Brahma, it rides on a wagon named Karma(2) and goes as a wheel whirls. I came to this very spot becoming a sun, a moon and the stars following the stream which carries anguish, and one day I must cross; since it’s...

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If Brahma is Brahma I also am Brahma, then why am I wandering on a not real way holding something I don’t know in my hand? I can lead my life toward good because everything is Brahma, but I can live an evil life as well because everything comes from my ego. If Brahma is Brahma I can cross...

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I sleep I dream dream of Brahma or does Brahma dream me? I am a drop of water in a vast ocean I love I dream which is the dream? which is the dreamer? or is both an illusion? I am told everything happens for a reason There is this woman we love a thing to be done Maybe illusion is the first of all pleasures Love can be magic magic can sometimes just be an...

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Death rides a pale horse, it is often quoted to resurrecting bitter memories it is devoted But the killer of dreams is Brahma dark and with a twist of its head, hits its mark I’ve ridden the memories until I’ve about lost count Sometimes I wonder which of us is actually keeping score and I’d gladly welcome that pale mount just to...

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To a Bullfighter & a Brahma All the arena is a stage Each tap & twist leaves them surprised As the crowd sits mesmerized In baggy, tattered pants & paint With athletic grace to the left he’ll feint Taking the lead in a dangerous dance Knowing he’s a cowboy’s only chance This Brahma ballet is danced every night Amidst the dust, the noise &...

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