George Krokos, 15 april 2014
Everything that usually happens in life serves some higher purpose
even if whatever’s been going on or involved seems to be in surplus.
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George Krokos, 15 april 2014
If somebody pretends to be something that they’re not
they won’t make the most of what they’ve already got.
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George Krokos, 15 april 2014
If your heart and mind are in ruins and you don't know in which way to turn
it could be for a while then in this position that you're really meant to burn.
The fires of love are all consuming and those whom it touches are purified;
only with pure loving feelings and actions the object of our love is satisfied.
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George Krokos, 15 april 2014
Try putting yourself in the shoes of somebody else or to see with another's sight,
you may learn a great deal about this world and yourself which is probably right.
If we gain the ability to see ourselves through the eyes and mind of another person
we'll get to know what is expected of us and not cause certain situations to worsen.
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George Krokos, 15 april 2014
Part 1
A pilgrimage to Thy feet someday I hope to make
where I no longer will be, except as dust, for my sake
to please You and seek Your pleasure to date
when knowing You are really my best mate.
If You appear to be hard on me I will know
there's something more You wish me to forego.
You have a habit of working in unfathomable ways
mind boggling to those who attempt such displays
as knowing Your will when Your whim's holding sway
revealing their ignorance and causing some dismay.
You have and use the capacity of a universal mind
staggering to the imagination leaving it far behind,
being the subtlest of the subtle and pervading all planes
throughout the three worlds You're the One who entertains.
Whether in apparent joy or sorrow remaining always the same
established in reality and far beyond the opposites' game.
You're the perfect mirror reflecting what and where we are;
as being unrealistic and caught in illusion, not going very far.
When we recognise our situation and let You take us by the hand,
with all faith and humility, we can reach that place where You stand.
Outwardly You appear to have a most unassuming stature
yet inwardly possessing spiritual wealth of an infinite nature.
You radiate divine love to all who come before You;
in Thy presence it's like drowning and melting into
a supremely blissful existence beyond any worldly experience.
An intense yet somewhat cooling fire of love, in all conscience
like an inner awakening and emerging into a fathomless being,
all around as inseparable parts of an infinite ocean and seeing
that there is nothing else to behold in formless eternity
which is really our true nature and immaculate reality.
You have indicated that You're the One many seek but so few find
and that You are the Ancient One; being The Only One of a kind.
This time around though You have come not to teach but to awaken
and by remaining silent, through Your silence, the world will be shaken.
Perhaps like an oncoming storm where lightning is seen before thunder
Your glory will manifest regardless of what is going on down under.
Eventually ushering in the New Humanity of which You have spoken
and uttering One Word, everywhere resounding, Your silence is broken.
Revealing Your greatest manifestation as You long ago stated
thence Your Final Declaration will thus never be outdated.
Part 2
You exist eternally having no beginning or end
and in reality You're the most sought after friend.
In those who are pure at heart and mind You are so easily found,
and if anyone learns to speak Your language You always come around.
In times of need, especially when the world is in much turmoil,
You make Your appearance on earth undergoing incredible toil.
To one and all You give each a gentle push forward
doing Your ages old duty bringing all closer toward
that state of existence which is indescribable for any to express
making available Your glorious nature by compassion nevertheless.
You are the Avatar - God incarnate in human form,
the oldest and wisest being exceeding all rivals born.
In each new age that You are brought down
by those Five who have been chosen to crown
You as The Highest of the High and hand over the reins
of the entire creation for You to steer away from the pains
and hidden fears of seemingly premature self-destruction,
by Thine infinite divine attributes You overcome all obstruction.
You haven't come here to establish a new society, organization or religion
bring
but to revitalise and bring together all that have come before like beads on a
string.
Undergoing infinite suffering while in the body for humanity's sake You are
only asking for love in return from those who know You as MEHER BABA.
A great deal of Thy work was done with those Wayfarer souls,
Thine intimate lovers, scattered all around, playing their unique roles,
but appearing somewhat dazed and destitute like other madmen around,
You recognised they were intoxicated from Divine Love true and profound.
Nourishing and satisfying their inner yearnings You helped them all get along
and when realising Whom they were with, knew it was to You they did belong.
Also You washed, clothed and fed many of the other unfortunate ones
sharing with each an intimate moment of love for which You had come.
It was because of Thy greatness and glory that You achieved all this and more
showing all mankind, by love and compassion, the road that leads to Your door.
AVATAR MEHER BABA KI JAI
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Note: This is a poem about a person known as Meher Baba whom many people believe to be the Avatar of the Age - God in human form - Who comes down to earth once every several hundred or a thousand plus years to guide humanity through a difficult period in its evolution and at the beginning of a New Age.
From my unpublished book titled "The Seeds Of Life" compiled in 1996.
Talat Jehan, 14 april 2014
We only secure our own lives..
Without thinking and taking care of others..
We only built the bridges of happiness for our own selves..
Left others behind the walls of difficulties..
Buried them deep under an avalanche of sorrows..
We live and make our own world..
Where only we and few who are around us are happy..
Rest are like misguided and lost travellers who are searching their way to happiness and inner-peace..
They are broken and shattered from inside..
But still standing tall like trees and providing shelter to others..
Gert Strydom, 14 april 2014
Sincere, sweet, bright, lovely and very true
with a will that does not easily bend
as my love the great creator has made you,
to accompany me towards the world’s end.
With energy, valour as blazing fire,
as a companion against evil to death
with a strong spirit that never does tire,
that brings some happiness with every breath
you are my teacher, comrade and dear wife
who brings a kind of peace, some tranquility,
who travels with me in a world of strive
with a natural beauty and some serenity
that constantly brings a new kind of hope,
as your love stretches wide in its great scope.
Satish Verma, 14 april 2014
A primordial fear takes over.
These pathways are not reaching anywhere.
I am leaving blank papers
for you.
This was dark matter,
you start dying from birth.
A fireball sails through you
reaching for the shadow of the soul.
The seawall collides with hurricane
shattering the window panes,
of temporal lobes.
And I am the salt,
I am the eye.
The sky is stepping down from heaven
which never was.
Man was the destroyer
man was god.
* On the eve of HURRICANE IKE striking GLAVESTONE and
HOUSTON on night of 12th Sept.2008
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 13 april 2014
Was it a summer storm of sexuality?
Only the chaste statue stood in threads,
and then went down the cuticle
with nipple rings.
The demand of namelessness was rising
in the dim shadows of brisk tones.
To step down from sanity, a clown
was ready to become a hunchback.
Inserting the name of cupid in the missing years
the theme will encircle the house.
First conceived as a rose, its petals
are covering your cleavage
and our poor kids are slaughtered without
a surveyor. Do not read between the blood streams,
the solf face has become a bomber.
Of eternal rage, colours are moving
from red to gray. Ash was filling the empty bottles.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 12 april 2014
Putting the sun behind me
I walked into the stars, beyond the
succulent lake.
A bitch drags you
on asphalt, walking with lipstick,
purse and follies.
Changing the daylight on every corner
you drink a toxic juice
in the recess of darkness.
A theater goes in frenzy
after the bloodbath and inferno in a tunnel.
The spray of hormones will cool you
and I will remember
sadness and sugar
hanging from the bright moon.
A fallen hair, traces the path
of a gorilla.
Satish Verma
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