Monday, June 8, 2015

To a Father, Who is Seeking his Spiritual Life?



Poem # 3
 
Father, a builder of a family circle;
Six children and a wife,
He, for devoutly spiritual pursuit, is gone,
And spent days, weeks, and months away?
To them, hopes of his children are left.
What has this religion begotten?
Is it a spiritual discipline?

He talks of the roots
The realization of angelic enlightened
It’s only gossip,
Belief made differently
And one more does much!
‘Choey’ is not where you go, selfish
To shower the grace,
While leaving others to suffer
Can we connect the God with such injustices?

How many butter lamps, rites and rituals,
Repeating mantras and scriptures,
Pile of gold in the shrines,
Traveling overseas,
Or confining in deep forest and
To the Bodh Gaya;
Renunciation is not mysticism
Rather, attitude towards life should be.


Godly is being together with
Your children, parents, wife and all individuals
Saintly is unwavering faith and loyalty to the Tsawasum,
The Bodh Gaya is in home and workplaces,
The God is everywhere for everyone
You offer yourself to the service of others
Being good, doing good
Conscience and consciousness
Is the inner soul of yours?
Living and exhibiting happy environs;
Through happiness comes compassion
And compassion is the virtuous sacred of contemplation.

The path of religion is as of death
Death is the sole divinity
Death intrudes
Everyone dies
Look at the face of your children
Dying before their death
Agonies of your arrival - eagerly starved.

I believe:
‘Spiritual’ is on the face of people
And it ends in there,
It’s the deeds and actions that shapes
The world we inhabit
Being a server is Buddha-hood
Who, being Buddha-hood is still a server?

Outward worships bring little transformation,
In the absence of basic factor of love and care?

You are the Buddha
You true can return to heaven with these deeds -
That is true religion.



*Choey-Dharma
*Tsawasum- head, government and people

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