I have been to the depths of despair
With physical pain
Emotional sorrow
And something more elusive
A sense of standing at the edge
With nothing behind or beyond.
I don’t assume this is anything special
In fact I assume it is a given
For all of us
Who have lived at least
To a certain age.
What I have learned
Which may be of some solace
To those in these depths now
Or there someday soon
Is that we can endure more pain
Than we ever could imagine
And that when our life ends
As it eventually does
That pain is gone
As if it never existed.
(8/23/25)
OF DIVINE GUIDANCE AND VICTORY
Let’s be as Noah,
Arking liberation waves
To shores of justice:
Let’s be in self-forgiveness;
Divine wisdom guiding us:-
It's not a Stockholm:-
Rather, it’s America’s
Oppressor Syndrome!
Such unique shared infection:
Victims equally psychosed:-
Self-liberation,
Begins with divine wisdom;
Ask, and it’s given:
When we make human mistakes,
She will guide their corrections:-
Always be aware,
Liberation can’t be bought;
It’s fought for and won:-
Let’s get to needed fighting:
Victory awaiting us:-
Khaled was a bodybuilding champ in Iran
A photo shows a smiling and very strong man
Then in Evin Prison, at the mercy of nasty folk
His spine fractured, kidneys failed, heart was harmed, leg was broke.
Evin is a bad place, 113 degrees and no A.C.
I'm sure you can think of better places to be
One woman tells us solitary had no toilet or bed
4 months there then 400 days before she learned if she'd be dead.
Israel destroyed the Evin Prison gate
Then Trump called for cease fire, peace could not wait
I guess he didn't want to be dragged into a "forever war"
But for Evin's prisoners, Iran will close that door.
From the "dungeons of oppression" Khaled sent out a cry
He said "freedom of speech and human rights here are a big lie
But most Westerners know that. It's just "what can we do?"
Until they come for us for their big plans include us too.
light imbibed must be assimilated
present always in active cognition
when awareness is not agitated
God’s love and light is our heart’s emission
unbroken then remains His transmission
poised as such liberated while alive
we see God in each form in heart’s bliss hive
observe habit patterns that bind
exerting a compelling bind
from which if we wish to be free
befriend silence, with love aligned
awareness free from our mind tree
ambles gently through life carefree
detached yet vibrant and alive
soul with laws of God does agree
sipping nectar from heart’s bliss hive
with no need to struggle and strive
detached from outcomes we are still
knowing in time we will arrive
Heart empty, we invoke bliss magnetism,
not imbibing but becoming the flame,
which fully illumines mind-body prism,
after which we are no longer the same,
reclaiming light of Self, in life’s end game.
Nodes within stir and all boundaries blur ~
With laws of God, we willingly concur
They locked her in a box of gold,
with chains that shimmered, stories told.
"Stay pretty, still–don't ask for more,
The fire in you? Just folklore".
she smiled like myths were make–believe,
But hid a flame beneath her sleeve.
each breath she took was kindling slow,
A furnace marked in ash and glow.
The saw her feathers, red and bright,
But clipped her wings do dim her light.
"You burn too loud", they used to say,
"And blaze is not the woman way".
Yet silence cracks, and embers bite –
she burst the cage in blaze and flight.
Not tamed, not torn, not anyone’s—
she rose to kiss forbidden suns.
Now when they speak her name in fear,
It echoes loud and crystal clear:
You cannot cage what’s born to rise
A phoenix lives in ashes's guise
~hira~
On Friday nights we’d sneak into
the railyard and wait
in the shadows
between the floodlights for a train
slow enough for us to hop,
our hands already tingling
with the promise of flight.
We trotted beside the train,
waiting for the right moment
to grab a boxcar’s ladder
and climb to the roof like outlaws—
aware of the danger
and thrilled by it—
as the train gathered speed.
We jumped as it rounded the curve—
boots hitting gravel, hearts pounding—
but a voice barked out of the dark,
and then a dog, all teeth and fury,
came tearing toward us.
We bolted for the fence
without looking back.
We hit the chain-link fence at speed,
scrambled like fugitives—
I braced for asthma to take me
but my lungs opened wide,
no tightness, no fire, just breath
pure and clean, lifting me over
like I was born to run.
I landed laughing—
heart hammering, lungs still free—
and something in me shifted.
I had outrun fear, leapt past
the story that said I couldn’t—
and for the first time,
I believed it.
Although we now know we are living light,
whilst caged in form we yet feel limited,
so embracing love, doing what is right,
of past sins we wish to be acquitted.
When ego dies and no desire remains,
we are then still, as a flicker-free flame,
the fire of bliss cleansing all our soul’s stains,
whence there are no demons we need to tame.
Free as a bird, no actions untoward,
there is no cause for us to be reborn,
for we follow God’s laws, obey His word
and our lustrous aura does form adorn.
God and our soul then speak in the same voice ~
Rebirth for us is solely by our choice
Though caged in a corner where gallows still loom,
Beware — for it sails on a wave of dark gloom.
A wave from the sea of existence runs red,
A net cast through nightfall and daylight ahead.
You, sovereign hawk in this narrow domain —
Be not content, for these bars still remain.
Yet I bring good news from the breath of the Divine:
Safe shores await, where escape is still mine.
Step once beyond this cocoon of despair —
And hundreds of cages dissolve in the air.
The Master of Being, who raised “Malek” from none,
Now stands in this riddle — where all is undone.
Doubt not — you were sent to remain and embrace,
The cosmos is bursting with kisses and grace.
You can’t grasp liberation
With butterfinger hands;
Rather, you must grasp her
With an iron-fist grip;
Clasping her here forever:-
Thus, let us get to being about
Fulfilling and sealing our liberation,
Rather than just rapping about it:-
Rember, liberation is not given,
It is faithfully fought for and won:-
And the best part of the fight is,
It's not with those weapons given us
To freely eradicate ourselves with;
Rather, it’s with the political power weapon
That so many fought and died for us to win
And have, in securing our political liberation:-
IN PRAISE OF DIVINE LIBERATION
I once wallowed in apathy,
I once had bad feelings
Of being unworthy;
Struggling with failure:-
In anger, I once felt
God had abandoned me,
Until a keloid memory
Of a childhood lesson
In gracious spirituality,
Massaged my aching soul;
And with amazing divine
Wisdom and guidance,
I became blessed
With the healing awareness
That lesson had taught:-
In renewed soul searching prayer,
I sought action to replace apathy,
And labors of love were revealed;
I beggingly asked God for help
in arriving at belief self worthiness,
And it was profoundly given to me;
I knocked on the door of determination,
And opening widely, it ushered out failure,
Graciously ushered in faithful persistence:-
Indeed, with forgiveness and supreme love,
God has never ever abandoned me; rather,
It has always been me abandoning Him!
Yet, with His forgiveness and supreme love,
God has now eternalized me with living faith;
Energizing me in being an instrument of His love
And a reflector of graciousness in labors of His love:
To god be the glory for forgiveness and divine liberation!
We are juicy fruits,
flowing with sweet liberty;
drowning oppression:-
Nothing beats sweet love;
love’s the fruit of our spirit’s
sweet liberation:-
Bitter oppression
meets new raisins in the sun;
liberty preserved:-
Seam less pain
My wounds are open of my pain like a book of life
Whom should I call mine
Every one is alive
Their eyes are weak but my emotions are sharp with Hubble memories of My wounds
I know you are the creature of raw characteristic but see me which I can't show you now
This world is small but,
It's some one thing but,
How far is our hand to hug but,
There is an evil which allows your karma but two horns are not for to cheat from back but
It's for strach to be your back but,
Meet your liberation by the words of seam full wound
Jai shree Ram Jai Bolo hanuman ki.
My wounds of seamless pain.
With love all
Dr.jagdish bajantri
A journey
To the land of the dead
A journey never to be forgotten
Memories always popping in
So many lives lost along the way
An adventure into the forbidden land.
It was a horror movie
Watching my colleagues
Being slaughtered by beasts
A bloody journey
It was a blood bath
Started by many
Survived only by few.
We went seeking for a remedy
The healing to our land
For it's time to cleanse it
From the evil deeds of the past
We all longing for a brighter future
Don't want our children
Going through what we went through
Went seeking for liberation from our ancestors.
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