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Title: A Poem
Post by: Thao on September 02, 2010, 10:52:39 am

WISDOM

Streams of thoughts
fade into a whisper,
then only a
word,
and it is
pushed
aside.
what knows
to brush it away?
Wisdom.

A dream begins
And ends
in a moment;
A stream of thoughts
fly through the mind
like birds racing in the sky--
Not one word takes root.


                                        August 15, 2005
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: Ngawang Drolma on September 02, 2010, 12:28:35 pm
Lovely!   :pray:
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: Thao on September 02, 2010, 12:59:46 pm
Thank you. I wrote it. Wish I could always write poems. They take a certain mood or inspiration.
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on September 04, 2010, 07:07:28 am
Om Mani Padme Hom

The Ceremonial Laws of Whipping Gods,

Bar Zoroastrians who eye the flesh of heaven.

Buddhists with their sharp educated swords,

Metrical octastrichs hail the undriven.


Fallen has the red fence from the sky,

The macrocosm,the poet rhymes the lie.

How do I drive it to the stupa's chime,

With no natural rhythm, no sweet rhyme.


Gautama,Gautama, you are my Buddha,

Less ravish souls are raying Metta.

Hoofs are pacing in the rain,

Diving egrets haunt the craggy terrain.



Four Blisses Four Sunyatas,

Four guardians to my bed.

Two to guard one to pray,

One to eye the stupa, in deep red.


Om Mani Padme Hom.



Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: humanitas on September 04, 2010, 09:24:57 am
Absolutely gorgeous to both poems.

I have taken the liberty to move them to the Writers' Page so that they are best represented as original writing.

Please feel free to share your material and populate this section more, I always get self-conscious there is too much Ogyen in here...  I'll be glad to have fresh writing in here!

:headbow:
Ogyen.
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on September 05, 2010, 09:42:03 am
Om Mani Padme Hom

HA HA, HI HI, HA HA,HI HI. HA-HA


The Tali hastily turbaned the ban,

Crushed Your knees, hurt Your hands,

You stood in fame,

Looking so tame,

Pursuing the Truth, You could not fall,

Their ammunition ran out, after all.


The clouds and mist ran in fashion,

Knowing their aim was full of fake,

Individuals of altruistic action,

Bending upon their genuine sake'

Beware the demonic, the very inhumane,

Plastic society, could they have shame?

Their charlatans in disguised waters,

Wouldn't fool the lowest dharmadhatus.


Om Mani Padme Hom

Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: Thao on September 06, 2010, 03:23:31 am
those are really good nirmal. thanks for posting them.
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on September 06, 2010, 07:08:15 am
Om Mani Padme Hom

You keep up your good work too, Fragrant Herbs and keep posting whenever inspiration is in bloom.

May the Buddhas be with you.

Om Mani Padme Hom
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on September 06, 2010, 11:37:20 am
Om Mani Padme Hom


My yana, your yana , his yana, her yana,

Like lunatics jump out of hot water,

Why such strikes when the boss is Gautama?

This yanic difference burns our altars.


Mischief makers behave like Gods,

Playing highly mastered vocabulary,

Twisting words, quoting the buds,

Become like kings who kill so fast.


Twinkle, twinkle little star,

Why should we wonder what you are?


Om Mani Padme Hom
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: Ron-the-Elder on September 06, 2010, 01:52:06 pm
Attached

To what do we become attached?
To beauty, the attractive, and thatched.

Sounds pleasing to ear.
Sweet smells, from far and near.

Silken touch.
Those whom we love so much.

Positions and power,
Pleasing words by the hour.

Freedom gone sour.
Loving-kindness to shower.

These we sought not then.
Compassion forgotten.

When Ignorance abounds.
Arises Samsaric rounds.

Tradition and views.
Garbled Dhamma he eschews.

Reverence, practice, no time to lose.
Practice, practice, no time to chose.

Sit and mind watch.
Beneath sheltering tree at the crotch.

Nothing to fear.
Mind cold lake clear.

Wit sharper than blade.
Third eye thusly made.

Time and space eliminate.
Obscurities dissipate.

Save for hosana and pirhana,
Nothing rymes with nibbana.
Except of course,
For the word "sauna".
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: Thao on September 06, 2010, 02:41:09 pm
these are all so good and interesting to read. thanks.
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on September 09, 2010, 09:39:37 am
Om Mani Padme Hom


Distorted is my inner worth,

Makes me buoyant with pleasure.

I superimpose finite on the infinite,

Yet hope to gain the uncorroded treasure.


The priceless wisdom of the Buddha,

Left on hope for the pandit baba.

I ran through shame,

Then reversed the blame,

And to cross the coast,

I worshiped the boat.


The Karmapa fatedly repeatedly came.

Twenty initiations did I gain.

But what good is this kind of game

If I'm never ever going to change.


Om Mani Padme Hom.





Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: Thao on September 10, 2010, 11:49:01 am
that was good. you write far more than i ever did or can. some people have it in them. wish i did.
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: humanitas on September 10, 2010, 11:51:47 am
I LOVE THIS.  I really got it. 


Om Mani Padme Hom


Distorted is my inner worth,

Makes me buoyant with pleasure.

I superimpose finite on the infinite,

Yet hope to gain the uncorroded treasure.


The priceless wisdom of the Buddha,

Left on hope for the pandit baba.

I ran through shame,

Then reversed the blame,

And to cross the coast,

I worshiped the boat.


The Karmapa fatedly repeatedly came.

Twenty initiations did I gain.

But what good is this kind of game

If I'm never ever going to change.


Om Mani Padme Hom.






Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on September 11, 2010, 10:32:49 am
Om mni Padme Hom

Hi Humanitas and Fragrant Herbs,

Glad to see some appreciation. It could keep me going. It's tough writing a poem to get the message through.

May the Buddhas be with you.

Om Mani Padme Hom.
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on September 11, 2010, 11:08:31 am
Om Mani Padme Hom


On my deathbed I lay,

The sculptor of my life,

I had stood in the way of nature,

To pump up my pile.


My attitudes I grew,

Looting from day to day,

My mantra was 'O Money',

Stabbing everyone in my way.


I strutted on the knife's edge,

Misused the scriptural sayings,

My attachment caused bondage,

Which withdrew my internal savings.


I had looked for a guru,

To give me some guiding,

What good is a guru?

My ego started talking.


Could I light up my money?

To brighten the corridor,

That runs after death,

To the other shore.


Though highly evolved technologically,

I missed the resources within,

I'm rich in inner poverty,

Yamantaka has begun to grin.


Om Mani Padme Hom




Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on September 16, 2010, 11:50:29 am
Om Mani Padme Hom


I care not for the rumor so told,
I've just dropped in with my lines so old,
With a strike from my very great grand pen,
You'll might see sand, or a glitter of gold.

I'm just a burnt seed,
I've lost germination power,
I'm just a burnt string.
How could I bind you over?

Don't just meditate,
And tie yourself.
'I'm not going to think,"
For that is thought itself,

Be like a sleeping child,
So peaceful, so calm.
Be like a calm ocean,
With no waves to come.

Be like a lamp,
So steady without breeze,
That will help you settle,
Your wild mind at peace.

Look at the vapour,
Rising from the water,
And yet from the water,
It does not differ.

Be a magician,
To make yourself headless,
Then bodyless,
And limbless.

Your mind is on your breath,
So smooth the flow,
Then will come a moment,
You naturally let go.

Om Mani Padme Hom
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on September 23, 2010, 11:56:11 pm
Om Mani Padme Hom


Time swirls his body to nought,
Without work,he's all worn out,
Old age he's reached without doubt,
Sagging,dragging, no longer stout.

From straight he picked up the hunch,
He walks without the limbo rock,
Whitish grey covers his black crown,
Mightless arms, stamina's a frown.

Sweet sugar is no longer fun,
Diabetes points down the gun,
Chewless teeth, blabbering tongue,
He's a song no longer sung.

Sick old man has nothing to gain,
Through sickness he suffers pain,
Lays in bed night and day,
His low charged battery can't have its way.

Friends come kinsmen after,
A word or two, then it's all laughter,
He knows no Truth of illness,
For the holy Dharma he had no keenness.

It's time to die,
Yama's guards catch the fry,
He's filthy rich in gold,
But death cannot be bought or sold,
An ex-warrior he can't cut it with his sword,
Nor can he slip away from his fortified fort.

He keeps thinking but not of death,
Keeps counting all his accumulated wealth,
Such a sad state to see,
When all Dharma is actually free.


Om Mano Padme Hom
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on September 30, 2010, 09:57:55 am
Om Mani Padme Hom


I keep looking at the statue of Buddha,

So different the person it depicts.

I keep looking for the Truth,

When its the Sages who realize it.

I keep looking for the path,

When its the Sages who tread on it.

I keep looking at the map,
 
So different the country from it.

I keep holding the holy book,

Not learning to die  from it.

Om Mani Padme Hom
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: humanitas on September 30, 2010, 09:45:27 pm
Absolutely touching.  Om.

Om Mani Padme Hom


I keep looking at the statue of Buddha,

So different the person it depicts.

I keep looking for the Truth,

When its the Sages who realize it.

I keep looking for the path,

When its the Sages who tread on it.

I keep looking at the map,
 
So different the country from it.

I keep holding the holy book,

Not learning to die  from it.

Om Mani Padme Hom
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: gregkavarnos on September 30, 2010, 11:16:34 pm
Well done nirmal and fragrant herbs, keep honing your skills and keeping us amused, entertained and enlightened!
:namaste:
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on October 01, 2010, 02:47:35 pm
Om Mani Padme Hom

Hi Gregkavarnos and Humanitas,

Glad that you enjoyed the poem. I'll be leaving very soon as it has become a crime against the Dharma to bid goodbye to a friend

May you get enlightened before me.
Om Mani Padme Hom
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: humanitas on October 01, 2010, 04:16:34 pm
Dear Nirmal, I'm not sure where that came from.

Of course it is not a crime to bid anyone goodbye.   Especially not a crime against the dharma.  May your journey bring you happiness!  I, for one, will miss you.  I'd gotten to look forward to your verse.  Alas, the nature of impermanence, regardless of what we want or don't want, eats away the present moment once again. 

:headbow:
Ogyen.
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on October 06, 2010, 08:04:39 am
Om Mani Padme Hom

A FALSE GURU

I appointed myself as a guru,

Used simple mantras to help me through,

Problems I solved by pinning fate,

Picked up disciples at a fast rate.


I ate spiritual food of no nutrition,

I fed it to my nation,

I landed in a mental institution,

After giving birth to a mad generation.


Om Mani Padme Hom


(couldn't leave without my heart)



Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on October 10, 2010, 10:40:41 am
Om Mani Padme Hom
 

I'm just an old donkey,

Helpless without any Dharma,

Without any time of peace,

I've to pull my heavy karma.


The load I pull is heavy,

Killing me up the slope,

My master alights to push,

Giving me words of hope.


I stop to rest at last,

As night eats up the day,

Dear time don't move so fast,

Tomorrow I've to be on my way.


I eye a brown hen,

Sitting on an abandoned van,

I wish I could slit your throat,

To hasten your rebirth as man.


Om Mani Padme Hom
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on October 19, 2010, 01:06:50 pm
Om Mani Padme Hom


See my power, I yelp
My merits I transfer
Sentient beings I help
They benefit from my offer

But could I transfer?
No sunyata realizations have I
How could I transfer?
The self I still go after
Could I but transfer?
I'm kind,good,a social helper

Big no small no
Bouncing free
The merits I transfer
Can't leave me

Big yes small yes
Bouncing free
Only beings in samsara
Can benefit from me.

Ha! Ha! Ha!
Now I see
My eighth consciousness
Doesn't belong to me.
My store consciousness
Doesn't tag to me
It's found in sentient beings
Not restricted to any individual being
It belongs to nobody
Though filled by everybody.

Through meditation, the self I'll grill
My atman I will kill
It is the only hill
Denying me the Dharmakaya bill.

I'll thoroughly practice my Theravada meditations
Or board the Mahayana stage of sunyata realizations
Only then will I qualify
To humbly apply
For the passport to transfer
Merits to sentient beings wherever.


Om Mani Padme Hom
 
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on October 24, 2010, 06:46:32 am
Om Mani Padme Ho

Talking To My Other Self


Hoi!  Hoi! Hooiiiiiiiii!

Listen carefully!

They say you are my soul

I call you my eighth consciousness.

You will survive

You will depart

When I die

So you must be very happy

I want you to listen good

Don't simply act

Don't simply take rebirth

Stupid fella

See how I'm suffering now

I want to be reborn a man

For just one more time

I want an Indian father

Must be Buddhist

I want a Tibetan mother

Don't want to be reborn in Pakistan

Don't want to be a Taliban

Don't go and simply mix

With any sperm and ovum

To be some new person

Hoi! Hooii!

Are you still listening?

I'll slaaaap you then you'll know

Now

I'll do my part

I'll nurse the good seeds

Destroy the bad seeds

Difficult task destroying defilements

I'll keep good merits

And you think this is easy?

You have many seeds

From the many lifetimes

You big shot

Hoi! Listen!

Don't become a pig

Not a chicken please

Dog also dowan

Remember! Don't ever forget

Or else I'll kill you

But, who will kill whom?

Aiya, never mind.


Om Mani Padme Hom



Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: humanitas on October 24, 2010, 12:32:31 pm
Wonderful Nirmal - I love this part:

Quote
I want to be reborn a man

For just one more time

I want an Indian father

Must be Buddhist

I want a Tibetan mother

Don't want to be reborn in Pakistan

Don't want to be a Taliban

Don't go and simply mix

With any sperm and ovum

To be some new person

Hoi! Hooii!

I just rolled over laughing, I've felt that way too... the indian heritage seems to matter a great deal to Indian Buddhists... maybe it's being born to cultures that foster dharma instead of other belief systems. 
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on October 24, 2010, 08:30:51 pm
  Om Mani Padme Hom

I still laugh.I wanted another final Indian rebirth probably because I died while meditating by the Ganges River in my past life.I had no relatives to cremate my body.A kind old Indian lady living around that place took pity on me and took care of and paid for the funeral expenses and threw my ashes into the Ganges.And in this life, she has been reborn into my family as my daughter.I repay her kind deed in this life.It's all connected, inter-connected and so meaningful.Lord Mayura still visits me.It's probably because of all these factors that has created that desire.Don't worry, nothing lost nothing gained.It's just the Truth.

Om Mayura Krante Svaha

Om Mani Padme Hom
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on October 29, 2010, 09:37:47 am
Om Mani Padme Hom

The Power Of Visualization


When grandma's time had come

My parents wept in disbelieve

I kept my head calm

Looking upon their grief


With faith in Guru Nanak

They never stopped to reflect

His teachings and his wisdom

They just couldn't accept.


Her coming had its going

Her in-breath, its out-breath

Her mornings had their evenings

Her birth, a certificate of death.


The prayers led to the funeral

Cremated was grandma at last

They looked back in denial

How could God take her that fast?


Having let them do their part

I launched my Buddhist attack

My meditation I had to start

To give grandma what she lacked.


Nirmana Amitabha Buddha I pictured

In the west the red one is stationed

To connect grandma's Buddha nature

To Him through my visualizations


Amitabha and her Buddha nature

I connected through my Bodhicitta

And He shed light on her soul

Though I'm far from being a Buddha

I'm glad to have helped grandma

Become the Nirmanakaya of Amitabha.


Om Mani Padme Hom






Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on October 29, 2010, 10:01:52 am
Om Mani Padme Hom

Sorry, it should have read 'Nirmana Buddha Amitabha' instead of ;Nirmana Amitabha Buddha'
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on October 29, 2010, 10:37:49 am
Om Mani Padme Hom

The Buddhist Flower


I'm a flower

Yellow and gay

Just bloomed today

Proudly I stand

In a style so grand

Waiting for a hand

With no fear to be picked

For I know

Tomorrow I'll fade


Om Mani Padme Hom
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on October 31, 2010, 07:44:37 am
Om Mani Padme Hom


Oh mother dear

I'm always here

What drags me here

Isn't the Anchor Beer.


Cheers! (holy water)

Om Mani Padme Hom
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on November 02, 2010, 09:44:55 am
Om Mani Padme Hom

Dear Mind of Mine


Mind oh mind

Dear mind of mine

When you're disturbed

You MUST go somewhere

Think of something

Not stopping to rest

Just dragging me along

Keep me running

Busybody pocket no money

You mother of mine

Though not from my parents

You keep motherizing me

Though being like my reflexion

In my mirror

But why do you leave

Even before I do

Before I'm done

I'm out of gas

Chasing you around

Where do you start from?

Why don't you end?

Give me your address

I want to hunt you down

To tie you up

Then tie you down

To give you a piece of my mind

Then collect the debt

For never ever giving me

The peace of your mind


Om Mani Padme Hom





Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on November 08, 2010, 12:47:56 am
Om Mani Padme Hom

What is mine?


My path of devotion

Was chosen for me

Not by me

Your path of devotion

Is yours to be


Walking on different paths

We don't wave to each other

What colour won the cloth

We'll finally meet one another


Much sooner much later

How much does it matter

As Buddha's holy pilgrims

We keep clinging to our own teams


For no path really suits

A silly confused mind

Like a tree without roots

Nirvana we'll never find


Let's just not see

Just what we want to see

That'll prevent learning

Even block up our hearing


The boundaries we create

Close the door of knowledge

Love blooms into hate

We lose another page


My teacher's one is bigger

Your teacher's one is smaller

My teacher's one is longer

Your teacher's one is shorter
(talking about the path)
Such talk is no talk

Let's do the Dharma walk

Or dance to the Dharma Rock


Every Dharma is our teacher

Every Dharma our Sunyata

In limited time, why bleak the future

This awareness, the bright Tathata


I've been drowned

So many a times

What is your school

What is your line


How could I have a school

How could I have a line

When even this poor self

Is not mine



I think I'm a nut
Lots of love
nirmal

Om Mani Padme Hom
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on November 10, 2010, 09:13:02 am
Om Mani Padme Hom


Hopeless Without Attachments


My peaceful inner world

I created with attachments

Attachments in a multiple fold

Not going against Your government


If I practiced non-attachment

Dear Lord could I progress

I'm attached to gaining Enlightenment

This attachment I wouldn't undress


My meditation I do not miss

To it I'm really attached

On my seat I sit in bliss

This attachment will stay patched


I'm attached to your mantra

Concentrating on my breath

I'm attached to my altar

To enrich me before my death


Let go of all attachments

This song I hear daily

Dear Lord send down your regiment

To protect my attachments dearly


Om Mani Padme Hom
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on November 17, 2010, 09:23:32 am


JUST ONCE (Sirf Ek Baar)


How could I ever learn

I don't remember my past

Not even my mistakes

How could I improve

Rebirth has cut the path

Erased all memories

I'll never change

Without my centuries of history

What good is rebirth

It gives me a blank start

Fresh and new

Over and over again

With nothing to lean on

Just getting a little awareness

At old age

A tired old man

Sitting on a mountain of mistakes

Since childhood

All count lost in time

I wish to rerun this life

Become a child without rebirth

Remembering everything,every mistake

And where I went wrong

Just once

Sirf ek baar

Lord,sirf ek baar please.
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on November 23, 2010, 10:38:58 am

THE TWO ALTARS


What hath thou done

Thy Buddha framed

A well kept decoration

A showpiece for guests

No holy light radiates

Glorifying Buddhism to nothingness

Speaks so tender a voice

This my alter is


Yet another altar

Lost in time

Dust clothes Thee

Not a single space to spare

Thy cups dry

Dry brown flowers

Hanging down their heads

Of death by thirst

No one sits before

The burnt out incense sticks

Of Thou they speak

Devotion on their minds

False nature of black minds

Showmen of busy times

Swaying with no thoughts

Their time they think

Will never come.


Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on December 29, 2010, 07:32:18 am
Birth Will Come

Awakening
Fully completely
Transform your personality will
Erasing your filthy past
The bad sage Saul
Birthed into St. Paul
Don't condemn yourself
How low
Small
How bad you've been
The chance to transform
Awaits any true seeker
Freedom to attain
Bondage and miseries ooze
In that precious second
You enlighten yourself
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on January 04, 2011, 09:04:09 am
The blows and kicks of life

Relay a message

No matter where they're from

They're blessings in disguise

If we but learn a lesson


For the wise

Nothing is to be called bad

Any adversity of life

Is a step in his growth

If he knows to utilize
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on January 05, 2011, 10:13:25 am
EGO

Ego,
The invisible veil
Uproots the aspirant
Darkening his learning process
Isolates him
Dis-communicates him
From his conscience,his Guru,
And without austerities
Without modifications
Knowledge flows down the drain

Ego
The great barrier
Sinks the faculty of discrimination
If left unsharpened
Reasoning malfunctions
Leaving no clarity of mind
A clouded mind
Bad for the path to Enlightenment



Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on January 05, 2011, 10:36:12 am
THE KING OF ALL MUSIC

Of the many many fine arts

The finest is music

Not comprised of songs

Not melodies of words only

But of the most subtle sounds

The nada, the great vibrations

That spontaneously inspire all cells

Making them dance

The stream of life sings

To a particular rhythm

Flowing through the corners of life

Giving a new experience

Each and every time

In one direction it's music

In the other it's dance

Then paintings, then poetry

But the king of all forms

The soundless music

The music for insiders

When the veil of ignorance is lifted

Hear the finest music

Far beyond

This sound of silence

This voice of silence

The perennial music

The height of spiritual estacy

The highest state of joy

For self realization
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on February 21, 2011, 01:14:23 pm
No Bloom

Religions build societies

The spiritual leaders

Authorities with power

Are just channels of ancient sages

Cast aside the spiritual leaders

The authorities

The dogma and the cult

Without any solid philosophy behind

The path of the sages

Remains without hero worship

Yet universal for all times

Half baked religious teachers

Corrupt religions, exploit

Creating the corrupt doctrine of faith

East to West

Confusing man, creating conflicts

What is worth of religion?

Laying bondage

Fruiting misery

Making man a slave

Terrified and possessed

More concerned about sin

The flower of true religion

Cannot bloom
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: LastLegend on February 21, 2011, 04:59:54 pm
A buffalo being tied to a pole
Poor buffalo cannot recognize it's being tied
How can it set itself free from the rope of attachment
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on October 22, 2011, 07:06:25 am
I'm Glad My Parents Died



I'm happy that my parents died

They bloated me with such great pride

Mind essence, how do I write?

No fearing,no craving ,nothing to hide

Freedom from them should be the guide

With the joy of their death I never cried

I'm not in sorrow

Nor will I be tomorrow

Nothing is the matter

As life without them would be better

Their death is not at all a bother

Now wisdom and merit can join together

My path will be without any flutter

As Anger was my father

Attachment my mother.
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on October 22, 2011, 07:07:44 am
Without Pride of Tide


The voice of silence is supreme

Beyond all levels of consciousness

All methods of communication

We should jack up listening

Stop opposing

Stop arguing with sagas

Just enjoy their presence

Silence will give us everything

Everything the world can never give

Be like a corpse without pride

A sea without tide
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on October 22, 2011, 07:10:27 am
Making Death A Joy



Mantra

A syllable, set of words

Automatically stored

In the unconscious mind

Unaware,unknown to us

Upon death

The ignorant is frightened

The spiritual one is guided

By the stock in his store

Our mantra will peacefully lead

Through darkness

Becoming the torch bearer

Between death and birth

Make mantra, a rare friend

Needed here and hereafter

Let it create the deep grooves

For our minds to follow spontaneously

Our bodies are garments

Cast them off with ease

Keeping the mantra within our lips

Making death a joy

Boy oh boy.



Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on October 26, 2011, 06:56:40 am
Let It Drift



Time buys us

The real philosophy of life

Thoughts, speech, actions light up

Needing constant vigilance

Not rigid discipline

Learn to commit

Accepting discipline for self-growth

Set rigidity adrift

As we'll only know

What to do

What not

Never can we know

How to be
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on November 01, 2011, 07:36:02 am
No Desire To Love In Vain


I loved flowers not happy with all
Now I've found you in a branch so tall
You've all-embracing virtues taught by mum
Affectionate speech, nothing to shun

I love the way you flick your hair
Your glittering eyes, a lovely pair
Not inside nor outside my thoughts abide
My love for you I cannot hide

I think of you night and day
My feet are always headed our way
Your cheeks have a light touch of pink
How should I approach you how should I link?

Your hair hangs down as a water screen
I love to watch you from in between
My desire to see you creates pain
I have no desire to love you in vain

I'll wash your clothes clean each shoe
I wouldn't mind being a slave to you
When men see you, around you they flutter
Like lunatics jumping out of hot water
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on November 01, 2011, 07:38:49 am
Losing You Is My Only Fear


Fallen has your soft voice on this fry
Pinning me down by and by
I can't dance to your sweet chime
I've no rhythm no such rhyme

What laws should I hold on to
Can't cut the ropes I'm clinging to
I won't blabber about my fate
My love is yours forget the stake

The Ceremonial Laws of Whipping Gods
Can't bar me from you my sweet dear
Though I have sharp educated swords
Losing you is my only fear

My stream of life begins to sing
To corners of my heart the rhythm you bring
Giving me a new experience every time
I set my eyes on your face so fine

Push me not down the steep slope
I'm not giving up on your wink of hope
Like iron to magnet you I'll follow
Be it at peak or at hollow
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on December 01, 2011, 01:05:25 pm
All Is This

The puja drum
In rythemic beat
Throwing out
Universality of dukha
Providing mental training
Stirring the mind
To drop wordly things
Bloomed has the desire to see
All sentient beings
On the Vajrasana
The ten myriad repetations
Married the hundred syllable
The mantra of Vajrasattva
Evil confessed
Though still in stillness
The ten myriad offerings
Of the Mandala
Cuts obstacles till today
If all is this
Then this is all
Or is this all?
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on December 01, 2011, 01:07:49 pm
Mastery Of Life And Death

Life and death were under his thumb
He asked for a spider
I brought him one
Sat and watched him as his abider

He cut it into four pieces
Seperated them from one another
Closed his eyes and sat motionless
The four parts moved towards each other

Having joined together
Away moved the revived spider
It couldn't be hypnosis, what wonder
My scriptual knowledge was way way under

My son
Scriptures, anger, spirits like gin
Would never make you a Dharma King
You have much knowledge of scriptures
Your first hand understanding is out of the picture

Mastery of life and death isn't from lectures
Let your senses develop new culture
When you're studying and learning
Attach not mere words with proud feeling
Dormant fire of passion will go blazing
Good thoughts and deeds it'll be consuming


Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on December 01, 2011, 01:09:05 pm
I Flee

On the mountain
No people no beast wander
The sky I curtain
With rice and water
For guru,Yidam,Dakini and Protector
The Mountain God I forget neither
With unexpected obstacles under blanket
I strip naked
Visualizing my fall into the fire of hell
The heat within me dwell
Unbearable pain me befell
May you attain Buddhahood
To sentient beings I yell
I fire spree
To save, to set them free
My first giant step Adi
Before the next, I flee
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on December 01, 2011, 01:11:22 pm
A Little Power

A little power makes pride
Not nice
One out of a million have siddhis
Creating stumbling blocks
Lengthening vastly the spiritual path
Egotistical greed creeps in
From intentional cultivation of powers
Swaying away from the Path
Miracles by the Buddha,Christ and other sages
Had a purpose,were spontaneous
Never performed with selfish motives
Never to create a sensation
Then again there is black magic
Looking like genuine siddhi
Enlightenment is entirely different

The fool spent twenty years
Alone in a cave
Succeeded
Produced fire from his mouth
Idiot
I can strike a match without fear
Produce fire in a second.
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: Hanzze on December 04, 2011, 03:00:56 am
In the The Stone Sliver Sutta[/ur] Mara recited this verse to the Buddha:

Are you lying there in a stupor,
or drunk on poetry?
Are your goals so very few?
All alone in a secluded lodging,
what is this dreamer, this sleepy-face?

[The Buddha:]
I lie here,
not in a stupor,
nor drunk on poetry.
My goal attained,
I am sorrow-free.
All alone in a secluded lodging,
I lie down with sympathy
for all beings.

Even those pierced in the chest
with an arrow,
their hearts rapidly,
rapidly
beating:
even they with their arrows
are able to sleep.
So why shouldn't I,
with my arrow removed?

I'm not awake with worry,
nor afraid to sleep.
Days & nights
don't oppress me.
I see no threat of decline
in any world at all.
That's why I sleep
with sympathy
for all beings.


*smile* (http://www.accesstoinsight.org/tipitaka/sn/sn04/sn04.013.than.html)
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on December 22, 2011, 01:10:11 pm
Again And Again

The sun is down

Little light remains

To a flower I smile

For whom do you maintain?

For whom do you fade?

Again and again
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on December 22, 2011, 01:11:44 pm
May You Freely Depart

I flee
I hate the cold
Yet hit the brakes
The Hell of Ice
Would never be nice
The mountain of knives I conquer
The tree of blades I climb
I jump around
Become an animal
Bark, mew, bellow
Pig,lamb,chicken and buffalo
I wrap their pain upon myself
Yoked to the field
Whipped by the master
I tire myself
Not resting not lying not sitting
Just touched the surface
The right DU done
The left Du done
Blackish and grey and dark
My body all torn apart
For hell beings to freely depart
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on December 22, 2011, 01:14:19 pm
Long Growth For Short Dish

As there is life
Desire there is to thrive
Man with sharp knives
Slaughters beasts
Cooked in fire,fried with cheese
Eaten piece by piece
It's a fright to be killed
For the stomach to be filled
The chopping board red in blood
Combine all houses it's a flood
It took a long time to grow
A fry it swam to and fro
Just got hooked, the beautiful fish
Only for just a quick short dish
Eating all meat, red and white
Man thinks he has the right
To know the source of suffering, wars and fights
Listen to the screams of the slaughter house at night.
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: Hanzze on December 22, 2011, 07:43:44 pm
Avoiding dependence, modesty and even free given fish

The cut the forest
Burning the soil
Devas are crying
Wildlife bakes in this oil

For avenue satisfaction
Righteous they seek
Searching for arguments
But their slights are weak

Not yet they came in touch
With the cause and its aim
Endless spending their time
Other to claim

Having found the mad things
Now the feel secure
In their judgment
Right, noble and pure.

Not seeing what their babel now causes
They even turn on their forces

Bringing hypocrite to its highest peek
About the cause of suffering they do not like to speak

Taking, conquering, praising the way
The sheep now having a righteous possibility to stay

Attached to pleasure, heroic desired
Grasping and clinging for pleasure in life
Using now the righteous
“For the welfare of many – love and peace alternative knife"

Not easy they would find the way out
Following the mass, the "righteous" crowd

Receiving what is given, they did not learn
"It's disdained, dependent and not worthy to yearn."

Taking the flesh out of the face
Now they avoid to do
Cutting into the backbone
The mirror would maybe not sue

Identification is what they avoid to eat
Nothing else then themselves they cheat

*smile*
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on April 28, 2012, 05:48:03 am
Purnima

Your Purnima
The very basis of Buddhist Dharma
I've kheer with raisins and badam
You went through extreme austerity
To slam the back door to Enlightenment
To enlighten us
No short cuts
We'll kneel
Pour water and say in reel
All evil thoughts may we eliminate
Good deeds may we cultivate
All beings may we help save
Remembering the dragons
Spurting two streams of water
Hot and cold
Gently cascading down
To bathe You
To bathe us
Wiping our under dirt
Dirt of ignorance, greed and anger
In our Maya body
We clean our thoughts untidy.
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on May 28, 2012, 04:46:46 am
Come Preta


Preta
You clung to possessions
Large,small and that of others
What eyes of timid karma had you
Hands like claws of eagles' sangha
You fell deep into the brother of sleep
Burn your love for such a greed
Your mind your energy
Irnun without direction
Though in oneness they abide
Your organs of sense
Bloom sorrow and delusions
Let's stop the irnun in transmigration
Come in freod, Preta come
We'll sit together to Buddha hum

Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on June 04, 2012, 08:48:59 pm
Preta 2

Preta
You are the undertaker of your life
You began this lineage
By overstepping the Buddhist boarders
Into danger zones of Buddhism
Enjoying the empty pleasures
Closing the doors of escape
With denial without rejecting
Of greed within your mind
Making the karmic baggage heavy

You enjoyed the temporary moments of glory
Never letting go, never retiring
Now accept the price of disappointment
Your suffering does not require an answer
No explanations
As you disconnected from the Buddhist Truth
So were you born

Once your world was full of suffering
And full of overcoming suffering too
Yet you chose the path of greed
Unable to dissolve it
Unable to break the link
Holding on with all your might
Chopping the green tree in your heart
No birds could come to sing

Now in the trap of unfulfillment
You don't like what you have
Where you are
How you are
Still bouncing between aversion and craving
My heart aches in grief
In the midst of your great bitterness
I couldn't be deaf to my own being
Still caring for you
Praying for you
Ignoring the needs of my heart
For you serve as a remainder to me
To heal myself
To keep within the boundaries

I wish to spoon-feed you
With digestive food of Dharma
As you came to me in tears
Fifteen years ago
Slept beside me
As I listened to the whispers of your heart
I know of doors you opened to me
Doors you closed for me

Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on June 14, 2012, 08:45:38 am



Kisa Gotami



Responding to signals within
Deeply you looked into the face of your child
With the language of your heart
You tried to bend death
Your certainty could not be crushed
You could not escape the nadir of grief
Nor bury the river of sorrow
Failing to touch the dead
Those around the dead
Those living
Impermanence caught your eye
The little gift of suffering
With the Enlightened One
Your pain did not remain a life sentence
Healing us till now
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on September 10, 2012, 10:34:23 am
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Lost at the station of my life
Not seeing my past
My mind cluttered
I went quiet
Tranquil
My eyes fell upon my house
Idle lay
Standing isolate
Full of tolerance
Not elbowing the tree
Nor questioning it
For growing too close by
Not dying to be in control
Not distorted by failure
Neither wanting an upper hand
Nor showing the power of self
Not thinking of itself
No craving to be better
To be mightier
To be above all
Ruling nothing
Giving no command
Looking still, aware,receptive
Empty is its self
So unlike its owner
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on October 22, 2012, 02:07:15 pm
Emptiness
The killing of the thought
The confusion, the misunderstanding
Uprooting wrong view
The 'I'
The cravings
The belief in the self
All untrue
Burn the body of self
Kill it through meditation
This is not 'I'
Nothing is mine
Dig the roots of all sorrows
With nothing to rule
Nothing to direct
I don't want to be a king
No one owns me
I own no thing
No one orders me
I rule no one
I chase nothing
Angry people do not pose a threat
Aging,sickness, death is not a threat
I blame no one
Fear none
Refuse to struggle
To compare or cling
With the tamed 'I'
Empty is the self
Burnt to nothingness
As there is no 'I'
How can there be a 'you'?
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: Lobster on October 23, 2012, 12:26:58 am
 :heart:

when the Buddha sang
no one heard
and when silent
singing was unpraised

every petal has its arising
every flower falls
every blade we step over
cut down

the middle way
is our center
our heart
our precious jewel

Go now
stepless, flowering, singing
Buddha polished, ungilded
to Nothing and Beyond
Title: Re: A Poem
Post by: nirmal on January 07, 2016, 09:57:45 am

DOUBLE DEATH SURRENDER(370)
Splashing lagustream with hammering waves
What a powerful stranger this is
Chilling me right to the bone
Enveloping me with such ease
I flush out the last breath of lyft
As clouds of confusion fill my mind
I try to drink the ocean dry
Swaying with no rhythm no sweet rhyme
Lost in this devilish ocean
My head hung heavy bidding silent goodbyes
My soul starts trembling in vain
For thither comes Gigantics
Gulper, Fangtooth and gang
But of karma did John Greenfield secgan
"The tissue of life to be
We weave with colours of our own
And in the field of destiny
We reap what we have sown"
Cepan my body it's all yours
Have to go through the karmic doors

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