Buddhas move freely through birth and death, appearing and disappearing at will.
quote by Bodhidharma
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Death and Birth
Death leads to birth rather than birth, to death.
Birth is close to death and not vice versa.
Every birth is at the result of a death.
Death to birth, not birth to death, is the path.
The death of clay is the birth of a pot;
The death of the pot is the birth of clay.
Ice melts to water and water forms ice.
In each conversion, occur death and birth.
The death of a night is the birth of a day;
The death of a day is the birth of a night.
New Year means the death of the old year too.
In each transition, takes place death and birth.
The death of a seed is the birth of a plant;
The death of gametes is the birth of an embryo.
Salts die to form cells; cells die to form salts.
In each growth, form death and birth of matter.
The so called death and birth is nothing but
Deaths and births of forms made of matter.
The matter itself does not die to be born
But is converted to different forms.
Elements disappear to form plants.
Plants as food add to the animals’ flesh.
Plants and animals on death liberate
As elements, serving through worms and germs.
When a child is born, there’s no birth of life.
The embryo transforms into a child.
When a man dies, there is no death of life.
The body disintegrates to salts.
Matter, energy and life have no death
They have got one birth since when they’ve been.
They interact and come different stages
In which the pattern is death and birth.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Even Buddhas Die
even buddhas die...
but without mourning,
without a sense of loss,
without asking for tears.
but they do feel mourning,
yours...
they do feel a sense of loss,
yours....
and they shed tears,
that are yours....
and so reborn by choice,
to help carry your bucket,
and walk beside you...
for buddhas help buddhas
till all are free!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Fighting Death
Death follows birth; does birth follow birth?
Birth to death, journeys have ups and down.
What is the status between death and birth?
Why must you fight death if no-rebirth is bliss?
(15.03.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Whispers Of Heavenly Death
WHISPERS of heavenly death, murmur'd I hear;
Labial gossip of night--sibilant chorals;
Footsteps gently ascending--mystical breezes, wafted soft and low;
Ripples of unseen rivers--tides of a current, flowing, forever
flowing;
(Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of human
tears?)
I see, just see, skyward, great cloud-masses;
Mournfully, slowly they roll, silently swelling and mixing;
With, at times, a half-dimm'd, sadden'd, far-off star,
Appearing and disappearing.
(Some parturition, rather--some solemn, immortal birth: 10
On the frontiers, to eyes impenetrable,
Some Soul is passing over.)
poem by Walt Whitman
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Birth and death
.
Death is certain for birth.
Is birth certain for death?
Post-birth is pre-death.
It is like go around and return.
Post-death is pre-birth.
It is like stay and remain.
Birth and death is better
Than no birth at all
23.09.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Darkness
Darkness is slowly disappearing
Sun from behind hills appearing
May soon bring shine of happiness
Everybody may delight and show it on the face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Commit wrong
To sketch is not to commit wrong
To write is not to commit wrong.
Birth right of the artist
Is to sketch freely
Birth right of the poet
Is to compose poem freely.
Freedom of speech and expression
Is for a freelancer
Nobody is there to challenge
In this free world of all.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Raven's Bad Rap
Ghastly Raven like a beast appearing in the dark,
With boring eyes oh! so stark,
Knocking on death's very door,
Is it true of you...I implore?
Ominous bird they say...no, I do believe... just a bad rap,
I'm here to set you free....poor chap,
Your vast wings will ease your flight now to freely soar;
As you seek food..not death when you explore,
Since Poe's Raven...there's been for you too much strife,
Truth said...you're a loyal fellow to your mate & that's for life,
You now have the right to your freedom & to share it too with mankind;
And leave all this contrived bad rap behind.
Spiritsong
Nov.4/10
poem by Jean Dament
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To mourn the death?
Leaving home for school is a death.
Leaving school for service is a death.
Retiring from service is a death.
Every parting is a death.
Every meeting is a birth
Every death leads you to a birth.
Every birth leads thus to a death.
As many entrances as there are exits,
Till the arrival of corporal death,
Beyond which we have no evidence
17.08.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The end of this planet
People expect the end
of this planet
to occur at Armageddon
but slowly but surely
man is destroying
this planet by himself.
The ozone layer is disappearing
by contamination in the air,
the clean water resources are disappearing
by sewerage draining into streams
and with floods, vehement storms,
waves from the sea destroying and streaming over buildings,
drought, great heat and deserts appearing
man is solely responsible.
At Chernobyl in Russia,
at Three Mile Island in America
(maybe even in Japan?)
nuclear radiation
is escaping into the atmosphere.
Oil is washing out on the beaches
and the destruction
comes from the hand of man
who at the cost of others
are leading an existence
until havoc is everywhere
and nobody is able to live here.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Punishment
There never really was a place of sanctity
For you, the mortal entity.
You thought you had prosperity,
The while you thrived and were.
Angels don't exist, you see.
You lived without a guarantee
Atop your brutal Earth.
Still, you had a birth.
And whither now, your crying whim -?
Answered by a tearing limb-?
Are you contrite; your valour slim?
And will He care...?
'Tis down to Him.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter,2009
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Death has come, has death Death has come, has death
Death has come, has death Death has come, has death
Death has come, has death Death has come, has death
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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On Cold Winter Nights
With much weaker power the sun goes on its way
disappearing at night somewhere up high
while in winter everything living
is yearning for heat, to something that brings warmth
With the cold feeling as if seconds are jumping much too slowly
with you shivering later in the last part of the night.
With much weaker power the sun goes on its way
disappearing at night somewhere up high
When people insist on light,
with birds of prey gliding on the cold air,
lovers finding each other, giving love freely
until the next twilight
with much weaker power the sun goes on its way.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Death And Birth
Death and birth should dwell not near together:
Wealth keeps house not, even for shame, with dearth:
Fate doth ill to link in one brief tether
Death and birth.
Harsh the yoke that binds them, strange the girth
Seems that girds them each with each: yet whether
Death be best, who knows, or life on earth?
Ill the rose-red and the sable feather
Blend in one crown's plume, as grief with mirth:
Ill met still are warm and wintry weather,
Death and birth.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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The knowledge of the realm of death makes it possible for the shaman to move freely back and forth and mediate these journeys for other people.
quote by Stanislav Grof
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Do Buddhas Weep?
do buddhas weep?
do trees bend in the moonlight
as if to touch the grass?
do mountains groan in their stillness?
do the bird's wings taste the sky?
do the mouths of the dying
form prayers that the living
cannot hear, or understand?
does the wind know
from whence it came?
does it care?
does it know where it's going?
does it matter?
when we lay the clothes
of suffering down...
and walk naked into the night,
will we be alone?
and if i made love to you
across this distance...
would you dream of wolves,
and candles?
do buddhas weep?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Birth and death; we all move between these two unknowns.
quote by Bryant H. McGill
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A Free State!
Birth, growth, decay and death
All living beings undergo sure!
Hunger and old age make all
Depend each other for survival!
Sans discipline, rationality and
Control freedom can't be enjoyed!
To have carefree freedom from
All worries man should be birth-less!
Birth fixes death for all beings;
Birth and death are for body;
Body with mind and heart
Man lives life with all things.
Spiritual state is the free state
All have to strive to overcome woes!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Birth Right
From the moment of birth
I am made to realize of a special birth right
To let not death dethrone me of my existence
But my right to wear death as crown
To live as a king, eternally ruling a kingdom within
Without the fright of letting the right to slip away
Again and again,
To conquer mortality, is,
My birth right towards immortality.
(220507)
poem by cyclopseven Ram
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For Death
Death is
Not a danger...
Death is
Good silince...
Death is
Not a fear...
Death is peace...
Death is
Not for cry...
Death is
Only at happy..
Death is
Not distup for
All... all...
why...!
Death is
Simply with out
Breath...
For others
Not for relatons
And dead body's...
At same time
Death is one of
Birth...
O...soory for sins...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Walking Across The Atlantic
I wait for the holiday crowd to clear the beach
before stepping onto the first wave.
Soon I am walking across the Atlantic
thinking about Spain,
checking for whales, waterspouts.
I feel the water holding up my shifting weight.
Tonight I will sleep on its rocking surface.
But for now I try to imagine what
this must look like to the fish below,
the bottoms of my feet appearing, disappearing.
poem by Billy Collins
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