The Guna Show
So much has travelled from the East to West
that it’s surprising that those three great forces
which the Indians knew so well, are not
in Western consciousness; they tell so much;
and seen for what they are, we are prepared
for their perpetual play – their ceaseless game
which plays a merry hell, a merry heaven
with all of nature and our mortal lives..
They’re known as ‘sattva’ – all that shines, enlightens
and uplifts; ‘rajas’ – that’s all energy,
that gets things going, keeps things on the move;
and ‘tamas’ – that’s inertia’s purest form…
these three are said to be divine, in that
they’re pure of nature – as when joy bursts out,
and feet join in the dance – then rest, and sleep;
while tamas the divine mysteriously
renews us from within to face new day..
yet, if we live a life where these great three
are out of harmony, then demons lurk –
false dreams seduce; or curséd restlessness;
or sloth brings ruin and darkness in its wake.
These mighty three respected, life is easier;
and like some party game, they bring surprise;
they keep us on our toes; yet serve, mysterious,
some greater purpose beyond mortal eyes;
when huge suns burst, stars cool, and life arrives,
they play their part; rule, here and now, our lives.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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~ PSYCHOSOMATIC FURNITURE ~ RECYCLING ~ RECYCLING ~ [New Year Bouquet ~ niv]
~ PSYCHOSOMATIC FURNITURE ~ RECYCLING ~ [New Year Bouquet ~ niv]
Ms. Nivedita
UK
30 December,2009.
Our bodies are
Recycled five Primordial Elements.
Our Microcosms are
Recycled fragments of Macrocosm.
Our body humors are
Recycled ‘Original Sap’
Our breaths are
Recycled zephyrs.
Our phonations are
Recycled Archie Euphony OM.
Our beauties are
Recycled fineries of mind.
Our colors are
Recycled VIBGYOR.
Our thoughts are
Recycled informations.
Our emotions are
Recycled imaginations.
Our actions are
Recycled inclinations.
Our knowledges are
Recycled reflective ‘Wisdom’.
Our hates are
Recycled self devaluations.
Our loves are
Recycled ‘Supreme Love’.
Our beneficences are
Recycled Sattva Gunas’.
Our energies are
Recycled ‘Omni Energy’.
Our workholisms are
Recycled ‘Rajas Gunas’.
Our sorrows are
Recycled ungratifications.
Our egotisms are
Recycled myopic self.
Our greeds are
Recycled void feelings.
Our fury and funks are
Recycled ‘Tamas Gunas’.
Our raptures are
Recycled spark of ‘Bliss’.
Our rebirths are.
Recycling of ‘Jiva-Atmans’.
Our ‘Jiva-Atmans’ are
Recycled minuscule of ‘Param Atman’.
All our recyclings are
Recycled obliviousness of
Our innate ‘Scendlessness’.
Glossary:
OM: The basis of all sounds, universal ‘symbol-word’ for God. -Veda
Gunas: Three attributes of Nature
Sattva: Expansion, Intelligence, Wisdom.
Rajas: Activity, Energy, Struggle.
Tamas: Obstruction, Mass, Ignorance, Inertia.
Atman: The Divine within the self.
Param Atman: Suprememe ‘Self’, All Highest, Secondless.
Jiva-Atmans: Supreme ‘Self’ in miniscule ‘self’.
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Nature Of The Beast
It is the key to all the doors,
It is the crashing on the shores.
It lives in your steering wheel.
It hides in the wind and rain,
With voices as cold as steel
Its calling your name
It is the smile upon his face
It is the winning of the race.
It lives in the red-alert.
It lives in the power game
Its easy to take to heart
But harder to tame
This is the nature of the beast
(this is the nature)
This is the nature of the beast
(this is the nature)
Without all this heat
Theyll be dancing west to east
This is the nature of the beast
It is the glowing in his eyes
It is the reason for his lies
How many know youre there
How many play your game
Hes always the man to dare
Youre always to blame
It is the need to understand
It is the trigger in his hand
It lives in the uniform
It grows from the need to gain
With faces so old and torn
Its calling your name
This is the nature of the beast
(this is the nature)
This is the nature of the beast
(this is the nature)
Without all this heat
Theyll be dancing west to east
This is the nature of the beast.
song performed by by Spandau Ballet
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Let Us Learn How To Play!
Life is a game,
Full of anxiety,
Full of excitement,
Who is the player?
I, you and we are players
if we are all players,
for what we play?
For what we have to play?
For money or name,
Or to gain some toys
to feel only more pain?
We take nothing at the end,
trophies and medals,
will not have meaning,
why we run here and there,
Jump and hop,
laugh and weep, Why we strive to win?
We never know causes,
Whose effect is this life?
We don't know our cause here,
And we talk of causes!
What cause may take us where?
Useless to think, just play your game!
Find the player
who play and enjoy all alone,
Creating own ground and arena,
He plays and enjoys the game,
so many things bring us shame,
Our own thoughts and deeds,
Who is enemy of us greater than these?
Let him play his game,
Pray him for rest,
sit and meditate at his feet,
Or get the yellow card for wrong play!
Anyway find a way to sit aside,
Let others play,
let us rest a while,
Watch and learn how to play!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Ramdas Choi Chang poems 4
Poem 1
Wonderful is life,
Wonderful to live and enjoy,
Enjoy stupidity of own in
laughing at stupidity of others, Mr. Bean and Chaplin are great
ones,
Bringing out that frozen
stupidity in all of us melt and
flow!
Poem2
Great was that dance
Of Michael Jackson,
Great was dance of greater
dancers but no one can dance on
our heart like our own ignorance
hand in hand with our stupidity!
Poem3
They say God is Love,
God is great, as great as love,
Both are great mysteries
but not as great as men and
woman!
They can use or misuse both God and Love,
as they can use or misuse fire or
knife!
Poem4
Come come my dear fountain of
Love,
Come come my dear spirit,
tell me please in which flavour,
You are at your best, which form
of spirit, Wine or divine?
Poem5
There were great men,
some worked for all and some
worked for
Themselves,
God is that great,
as mysterious as life and universe,
a few penetrated some of them,
yet mystery continued as
mysterious
as Human,
ignorance and stupidity too has that same mysterious origin as
the knowledge and wisdom!
Poem 6
Lovely will be nature,
you are the part of it,
Lovely is too your nature,
If you know what is nature of all
and what is nature in all?
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Every Life Form
Every life form that lives on this Planet serves Nature in some sort of a way
And no life form in truth is vermin despite what some do think or say
Each life form is there for some purpose whatever that purpose may be
For the worth of each individual species ask one with more knowledge of Nature than me
In a World of over six billion people the pressure on Nature's life forms is great
Pollution and destruction of habitat of many life forms have sealed the fate
Removal of trees for development, pollution of air, sea and land
It surely is at our own peril if Nature we don't try to understand
For human pollution of the environment the price for us all huge to pay
More water-ways are being polluted more trees are removed every day
When we disrespect our natural environment disrespect for ourselves we do show
With a huge rise in carbon emissions so little of Nature we know
Every life form that lives on the Planet serves Nature in some sort of a way
And no life form in truth is vermin despite what some do think or say.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Think! Life is that Energy plant!
The eternal dance of Energy,
That can neither be created nor be destroyed,
Only enjoys its own dance!
One type of Energy to appear
and equivalent amount has to disappear!
Or if one energy disappear,
It appear in another form!
If one has to live, need energy in one form,
converting it to another form
Body is that dynamic system,
Which Consumes one form of it one form of Energy
To covert into another!
Body is that device that consumes
One form of matter to another form
Oxygen into carbon dioxide,
And then the carbohydrates,
Proteins, lipids, neucleotides and minerals,
Continuous conversion of one form
to another is that life!
For what purpose energy dances
Here on the stage of
universe?
Just think and just think, think,
who is thinking for what?
It is that consciousness that thinks? ..
And unconscious is watching and noting,
And what is the use of this dance,
When sum total of all energies is constant,
What is the use of converting, one form of Energy into another form,
What is that useful energy
Used as useful work?
Yes there is that greatest scientist
Behind all devices, the conversion engines,
Silently gathering information of own,
Converting that Unconscious part to consciousness,
Then gathering data to analyse and finally construct the powerful device,
Updating constantly,
Everythought, every information,
And the purpose of the dance may be,
Conversion of useless thoughts useful ones,
Think, think, who's thinking
Think think, why are you thinking,
Think, think, why are we living,
Think, think how to think,
To covert that useful,
yet laying useless,
Unconscious part of your own,
To bring forth as usefull to you and all,
Including that divine purpose of knowing more than enjoying more!
Think think, and think
you are the C.E.O.
your own energy conversion plant
How to improve efficiency,
To convert more and more
Useless things to useful, or useful to useless,
Any way you are here till that day
Of your retirement, friends and relatives only
Arrange send off party in absence of you!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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The Great Game
We who play the great game
instinctively know our enemies
as our enemies instinctively
know us and so it has always been
across centuries thousands of
years as we each serve our masters.
Life and Death is the shadow game we play
those of us who play hard prepare to die
to live or die always ultimately for what we
believe in this never ending game power
struggles in quests to be free to enslave
we choose our sides thus we live or die.
We all play the game at various skill levels
some hide some observe act some risk all
some serve Mammon some serve Heaven
and when all the battle dust finally settles
what will be our waiting final resting place?
What rewards await those who served wrong master?
When people are prepared to fight for power
people die people are killed in such struggles
it is not called a power struggle for nothing.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Game We Shouldnt Play
(m&l - deris)
Do you believe in fate or chances
Design or coincidences
Would you say that all the people
Live their life for good and evil
Some have reached the end of patience
Start to play with gods creation
They know you
Control you
In a game we shouldnt play
Corrupt your heart
And make you part
Of a game we shouldnt play
We run blind
In a game we shouldnt play
Its all a game we shouldnt play
If we shall die now it will happen
If were good well come to heaven
If we shall live it will be so
End your life and youll see limbo
All is fixed and predetermined
Only time will stretch new sins
He loves you
Alarms you
Of a game we shouldnt play
He tells your heart
To stay apart
From a game we shouldnt play
We run blind
In a game we shouldnt play
Its that kind of game we shouldnt play
Manipulations on the genes
Nuclear contaminated seeds
Clone of the clone in the breeders zone
Its a game
A game we shouldnt play
We run blind
In a game we shouldnt play
Its that kind of game we shouldnt play
song performed by by Helloween
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The Pilgrims
Who is your lady of love, O ye that pass
Singing? and is it for sorrow of that which was
That ye sing sadly, or dream of what shall be?
For gladly at once and sadly it seems ye sing.
--Our lady of love by you is unbeholden;
For hands she hath none, nor eyes, nor lips, nor golden
Treasure of hair, nor face nor form; but we
That love, we know her more fair than anything.
--Is she a queen, having great gifts to give?
--Yea, these; that whoso hath seen her shall not live
Except he serve her sorrowing, with strange pain,
Travail and bloodshedding and bitterer tears;
And when she bids die he shall surely die.
And he shall leave all things under the sky
And go forth naked under sun and rain
And work and wait and watch out all his years.
--Hath she on earth no place of habitation?
--Age to age calling, nation answering nation,
Cries out, Where is she? and there is none to say;
For if she be not in the spirit of men,
For if in the inward soul she hath no place,
In vain they cry unto her, seeking her face,
In vain their mouths make much of her; for they
Cry with vain tongues, till the heart lives again.
--O ye that follow, and have ye no repentance?
For on your brows is written a mortal sentence,
An hieroglyph of sorrow, a fiery sign,
That in your lives ye shall not pause or rest,
Nor have the sure sweet common love, nor keep
Friends and safe days, nor joy of life nor sleep.
--These have we not, who have one thing, the divine
Face and clear eyes of faith and fruitful breast.
--And ye shall die before your thrones be won.
--Yea, and the changed world and the liberal sun
Shall move and shine without us, and we lie
Dead; but if she too move on earth and live,
But if the old world with all the old irons rent
Laugh and give thanks, shall we be not content?
Nay, we shall rather live, we shall not die,
Life being so little and death so good to give.
--And these men shall forget you.--Yea, but we
Shall be a part of the earth and the ancient sea,
And heaven-high air august, and awful fire,
And all things good; and no man's heart shall beat
But somewhat in it of our blood once shed
Shall quiver and quicken, as now in us the dead
Blood of men slain and the old same life's desire
Plants in their fiery footprints our fresh feet.
--But ye that might be clothed with all things pleasant,
Ye are foolish that put off the fair soft present,
That clothe yourselves with the cold future air;
When mother and father and tender sister and brother
And the old live love that was shall be as ye,
Dust, and no fruit of loving life shall be.
--She shall be yet who is more than all these were,
Than sister or wife or father unto us or mother.
--Is this worth life, is this, to win for wages?
Lo, the dead mouths of the awful grey-grown ages,
The venerable, in the past that is their prison,
In the outer darkness, in the unopening grave,
Laugh, knowing how many as ye now say have said,
How many, and all are fallen, are fallen and dead:
Shall ye dead rise, and these dead have not risen?
--Not we but she, who is tender and swift to save.
--Are ye not weary and faint not by the way,
Seeing night by night devoured of day by day,
Seeing hour by hour consumed in sleepless fire?
Sleepless: and ye too, when shall ye too sleep?
--We are weary in heart and head, in hands and feet,
And surely more than all things sleep were sweet,
Than all things save the inexorable desire
Which whoso knoweth shall neither faint nor weep.
--Is this so sweet that one were fain to follow?
Is this so sure where all men's hopes are hollow.
Even this your dream, that by much tribulation
Ye shall make whole flawed hearts, and bowed necks straight?
--Nay, though our life were blind, our death were fruitless,
Not therefore were the whole world's high hope rootless;
But man to man, nation would turn to nation,
And the old life live, and the old great world be great.
--Pass on then and pass by us and let us be,
For what light think ye after life to see?
And if the world fare better will ye know?
And if man triumph who shall seek you and say?
--Enough of light is this for one life's span,
That all men born are mortal, but not man:
And we men bring death lives by night to sow,
That man may reap and eat and live by day.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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All Things In Nature
All things in Nature have a purpose and all life does inter-relate
And only Nature herself it seem does not have a use by date
And us humans are like Nature's Seasons to life we come and go
And the more we learn of Nature the less about her we know we know
Nature has been around forever and she will live forever more
Everywhere around the World Nature lives on every shore
In the warmest and coldest Countries Nature's life forms are known to dwell
Without any help from humans most creatures survive quite well
All things in Nature seem co-dependent at least that's how it does appear
Most wild creatures warn others when they sense danger is near
One is born to live as predator one is born to live as prey
The predator weeds out the injured, sick and aged that is always Nature's way
All things in Nature have a purpose and all things does inter-relate
And Nature she goes on forever on her there is no use by date.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Suspended On A Cobweb
The Merry-go-round we call life
revolves around us everyday,
from the alarm bells
that summon us for work
until the moonbeams dance across our bed
beckoning us with its call to sleep.
Each day that passes
brings us closer to our destiny,
the day when we can rest our mortal coil
drifting off into an endless sleep.
Our lives are but a mere spec
suspended on a cobweb
tossed to and fro by fate
with the promise of eternity
beyond heaven’s golden gate.
14 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Another Huge Earthquake
Another huge Earthquake in Java and thousands are missing and dead
Just one angry outburst of Nature leaving millions of people in dread
Of another mighty earth tremor the fear it is real and widespread
Of the destructive power of our Earth Mother so much has been written and said,
Another huge Earthquake to talk of the anger of Nature no human structure can hope to withstand
Once great buildings left in huge piles of rubble as if they were castles of sand
Built by children on the beach at low tide that at high tide were washed out to sea
So great is the power of our Earth Mother and not one as mighty as she,
All of life lives off of Mother Nature and of her power we are aware
And though Nature can kill thousands of people Mother Nature is never unfair
People come and go like the Seasons but Nature she lives on and on
And she will be around forever though all present life forms may be gone
But she will create new life forms and Nature is forever more
And the stream from the hill will flow down to the river that flows to the great ocean shore.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Philosophy undigested.. Random thoughts!
Philosophy undigested..
The mysteries mysterious forces,
Make both Mister
And Miss, one positive and another negative,
No one knows who is what!
Only our postulates
About mystery and mysterious
That always can be more mysterious,
And more are less hide axioms
And sometimes
We talk about nirvana,
Some times about,
BRAHMAN
Some times about God and demon,
Mara or MAYA,
Forgetting all that is in mind,
Who is real, who is that developed sense,
Is He a non sense?
Look at the outer world,
Senses tell the reality is relativity,
And relativity is the reality,
But look at the inner world we are nothing but non existing entity,
Is it real that we are that existence,
where is the God and God appeared before me to teach,
Who is God,
where he is?
Which is true, nondual, or dual,
Even the light is not a non dual,
Why mysteriously, mister attract a miss,
Mister wants mistress,
And mis wants to become a mistress,
Even the master needs a mistress?
Is it that we make a mistake?
Life is that mystery,
Looks mysteriously at its own mysteries!
Life is the product of nature and the product that challenges to mysterious nature and wants to see nature in its tree naked form,
Life itself is schizophrenic and symptomatic and systematically nyphomanic system and the greatest maniac!
Is it true nothing is there are void is that makes all this dreams or is there any greatest Self dreaming and fooling and laughing and suffering its own folly?
If every thing is false,
Every thing is folly why can't mankind kind enough
Its mass suicide can save Earth and precious life on Earth!
Why Buddha didn't Go when he knew universe is void?
Why at last he said farewell note?
Why Sankara ran to his mother when she breathed last?
Because it is BRAHMAN SATYA!
The infinite the is still infinite when in life or without life
Something that look real is not real,
some that looks at unreal is real life is a real game of the real
And that real traps itself iN unreal
Playing with itself
and playing its play
at different level
and different planes
With different plans
And according to its own grand plane
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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A Great Player!
Is man playing with Nature?
Or Nature playing with man?
Man by his mind wants all;
He wants all under his control.
But can man control Nature?
Action and reaction are equal!
The more man plays with Nature
The more Nature replies by play!
Winter snow is too much for man;
Summer heat is too much for man;
Why have they become too much?
Man has meddled with resources
Nature has provided for man
And the reaction of Nature is high!
Rules of game man has to learn;
Then only he can win in the game;
Until then Nature is the great player!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Cloud of Unknowing
How strange it is – and yet, why should it be? –
that all things seem to live most unaware
of that which gives them life itself to live;
so see the All as always everywhere?
yet from the jungle, or a city’s heart,
the sound of praise does not unceasing rise;
and we may tread a springtime’s flowered field
and hear no coloured choir of grateful cries..
why has our Lord Creator set it thus,
and hid His love from His created things?
What might He ask from us, in this great game,
that once again may hear the song He sings?
His are all powers; and yet, He chooses these
above so many other powers to wield:
that with one hand, His bounty He conceals;
yet with the other, all His All reveals…
Children, laughing, play at hide-and-seek;
act out the semblance of this mighty game
which some may never play; for some, life’s work;
what then, our part? To seek His playful aim?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A Best Way To Liberation! (1)
As cage bird or imprisoned person we all live our life;
A soul in the body is like a prisoner in the prison here;
However joyful or sorrowful the life is freedom is bliss;
For which we all explore life, world, Nature and God!
Love makes man live in the world inspired by Nature;
Man knows love from Nature and lives better life;
Love of Art, beauty, Nature, music helps to live longer;
Due to love he lives family life far evolved from animals!
Fear is the opposing force of love perpetrated by animals;
Animals achieve all by the force of fear more than love;
But love of knowledge or education puts an end to fear
And knowledge by experience gives wisdom and culture!
Culture ennobles man from animals to live best life
As culture is best way of life based on best of acts
Covering best thoughts, best words and best deeds
Extensively satisfying all aspects of human activities!
Life is conscious existence enjoying bliss in the world;
Divine life is eternal conscious existence in bliss absolute!
Physical life is consciousness of soul powered by energy;
Divine life is consciousness of Universal Spirit everywhere!
Matter has evolved from energy powered by Universal Spirit;
Human body has time limit as all perishable commodities;
The soul within is the dropp of the Universal Soul everywhere,
That is the saturation or end point of all living souls here!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Aurobindo 187 Savitri Book 12
Like a new born celestial, look there
The way Satyavan comprehends Savitri...
'What high change is in thee, O Savitri? Bright
Ever thou wast, a goddess still and pure,
Yet dearer to me by thy sweet human parts
Earth gave thee making thee yet more divine.'
'A statue of silence in my templed spirit,
A yearning godhead and a golden bride.'
'But now thou seemst almost too high and great
For mortal worship; Time lies below thy feet
And the whole world seems only a part of thee,
Thy presence the hushed heaven I inhabit, '
'Hast thou not taken my heart to treasure it
In the secure environment of thy breast?
Awakened from the silence and the sleep,
I have consented for thy sake to be.'
'By thee I have greatened my mortal arc of life,
But now far heavens, unmapped infinitudes
Thou hast brought me, thy illimitable gift!
If to fill these thou lift thy sacred flight,
My human earth will still demand thy bliss.
Make still my life through thee a song of joy
And all my silence wide and deep with thee.'
And that is the ilk of divine love..
'All now is changed, yet all is still the same.
Lo, we have looked upon the face of God,
Our life has opened with divinity.
We have borne identity with the Supreme
And known his meaning in our mortal lives.'
An epoch fresh and divine new began...
............My consciousness this moment,
O'Guru, I'm in awe....in invincible heights
Ineffable Thee embellishing poetic creation
My inquisitive apprehension, erring Thee may opine
May thereso, let Savitri in my self arise
Aroused thereso be knowledge and fortune
(An appreciation on Savitri-
Book Twelve: Epilogue
The Return to Earth
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's)
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Sonnet- God Is Very Just
What mortal sin, a beggar lame would do,
Denied of food and shelter, dress to wear?
He lives at the mercy of Nature too;
Diseases, problems that he cannot bear.
What mortal sins, the blind would dare to do?
They live in darkness, neglected, alone;
In vain, they try to 'see' God's Nature too,
Like you and me, for they are not of stone.
But mortal sins- the ones well-formed much do,
with intact senses, duping God and world;
Yet, Mother Nature seems to help them too;
Into the Pit of Hell, they will be hurled!
The handicapped and beggar will see God,
But not the 'Wholesome, sinful one' from clod.
poem by John Celes
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Each Thing Of Life In Nature
Each thing of life in Nature has a duty to fulfil
In Spring the skylark leaves the ground and soars above the hill
'Tis hardly for the love of song that upwards he does fly
And carols his way upwards towards the gray clouds of the sky.
The red earth worm who lives in the ground sheltered from the sun, rain and storm
Though to us quite insignificant has a duty to perform
It aerates the surface soil which helps crops for to grow
To Nature's little earth worm respect we ought to show.
Each life form serves some purpose in Nature of which we are aware
The mouse the rat the lizard and the rabbit and the hare
Are preyed upon by predators the small by the bigger eat
For every herbivore born there's one born to eat meat.
In Nature every life form serves some purpose that's how it does seem to me
But with what i say I know too well that not all would agree
In Nature each life form serves some purpose from the great to the small
And that applies to human beings as well as things that swim, fly walk and crawl.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Aurobindo 183 Savitri Book 11
Goes on that voice of eternity making them force and soul
'You shall reveal to them the hidden eternities, '
The breath of infinitudes not yet revealed,
'But when the hour of the Divine draws near
The Mighty Mother shall take birth in Time
And God be born into the human clay
In forms made ready by your human lives.
Then shall the Truth supreme be given to men: '
'The incarnate dual Power shall open God's door,
Eternal supermind touch earthly Time.'
'The superman shall wake in mortal man'
'Then shall the earth be touched by the Supreme,
His bright unveiled Transcendence shall illumine
The mind and heart and force the life and act'
'All then shall change, a magic order come
Overtopping this mechanical universe.'
'A mightier race shall inhabit the mortal's world.'
'Then in the process of evolving Time
All shall be drawn into a single plan,
A divine harmony shall be earth's law,
Beauty and joy remould her way to live: '
'This world shall be God's visible garden-house,
The earth shall be a field and camp of God,
Man shall forget consent to mortality'
'This universe shall unseal its occult sense, '
Thus shall the earth open to divinity'
'Nature shall live to manifest secret God,
The Spirit shall take up the human play,
This earthly life become the life divine.'
I sigh, they sigh, when is this all o'Savitri.....
............My consciousness this moment,
O'Guru, I'm in awe....in invincible heights
Ineffable Thee embellishing poetic creation
My inquisitive apprehension, erring Thee may opine
May thereso, let Savitri in my self arise
Aroused thereso be knowledge and fortune
(An appreciation on Savitri-
Book Eleven: The Book of Everlasting Day
Canto One: The Eternal Day: The Soul's Choice
and the Supreme Consummation
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's)
poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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