The Sound of Musing

Silence has internal silence that keeps the soul with so many muses. These muses are sounds of existence; bad or good. Silence with thoughts and speeches without meaning is what animals live.

 #4 

I am an ear,

My mind’s radar.

I am all ears:

In silence.

The wind has a voice.

It rustles, it whispers,

It is understood,

Speaking of wasteland

Rejuvenated,

Of rivers running clear,

Of myriad darkness revealed.

I hear pleasant songs

Of everything;

Still the world’s

Not so nice for me.

I lie down lonely to sleep.

While walking on

Meadows green,

I fall from vertigo to grief.

Is it the lack of lucre?

No, more want of wit.

Is it the fear of death?

Not at all!! Cheerless faith.

I am an ear,

Auditory organ,

Buffeted by sound,

Touching my thinking.

And this is the life I lead:

Animal existence.

A Heaven in the Soul

The place I live is called heaven;

And they called me the God

Who is the God?

I said, “Everyone is so.”

Unrelieved, they shouted at me

“Who are you?”

“I am just like you.”

“No.”

To live and to be

To LIVE in the world is different

As every individual is, so.

We live a hell-like;

I have no fog in the mind

Not a cog in the machine,

I go for clear and virtuous mind and heart;

a soul of heaven;

A soul to proliferate this.

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

In Appreciation

                                                                         Poem# 2

Two things in the life never betrayed; God and the Parent- to whom the sky shines and for why it shines, the meaning of life is for them and what life meant is taught by them. When falling has a fall there remains dear parents. They formed the kingdom in a small realm of life.

Tell me, I ask myself,

What is on your mind?

What I have always had

Fixated for all time.

Nothing but my sacrificing father

Providing for me his dependent child

And my ever-supportive mother

For bringing me life, keeping me alive.

Our kind wise king and the royal family-

I speak from my heart frankly-

You have made our surroundings

A paradise on earth for me.