Seclusion!
I tried to hide
from everything
and peep into a snail's
empty shell?
But not enough room there
for this pointless huge body.
Probably the soul could enter?
[The Buddha once described; 'Whoever was heedless before but later changed his ways and become heedful; Such a person illumines this World like the Moon freed from the clouds.He indeed a great conqueror, he who has conquered himself.]-'One Night's Shelter/From home to homelessness', The American Buddhist monk
Bikkhu Yogavacara Rahula
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The Perfomance Of Stars For The Coming Boastful Election?
[Today I touched a different type of book? 'One Night's Shelter/From home to homelessness, autobiography of an American Buddhist monk Bikkhu Yogavacara Rahula.He was born Scott Joseph DuPrez in Southern California in 1948.He grew up during the hippie revolution and entered the U.S. Army for three years in 1967, spending ten months in Vietnam.In 1972, he began a long odyssey starting in Scandinavia, and ended up in India and Nepal.In Nepal he encountered his first spiritual teachers, Tibetan Lamas, at a month long meditation course, by the end of which he was converted to being a Buddhist.His search brought him to Sri Lanka where he was ordained as a Buddhist monk in 1975.Since 1987, he has resided at the Bhavana Society forest Monastery in West Virginia, USA.]
Aries: 'I do not mind who comes to the power and I am on his side give my full support to him or her?
Tarus: Somebody must win and someone should lose.But I would like to have a friendship with both of them.
Gemini: I don't care who wins or loses as they never reach us.
Cancer: O the damned politics a cancerous growth.
Leo: They may have superpowers but close to our dens they hide their short tails?
Virgo: I am not scared to tell the truth they're henpecked!
Libra: Nobody rules in this World a balanced way?
Scorpio: They rule like scorpions but at last just spiders?
Saggatarius: They are not good marksmen.
Capricorn: Their promises are like honey but when it breaks really bitter.
Aquarius: Ocean is big but you cannot sip the water a bit?
Pisces: You do not want to teach them, the fish to swim and likewise cheating is their heritage?
To Dale Breckenridge Carnegie for his book
'How to win friends and influence people? '
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April Moon hides in the unrelated sky
I do not see any difference between Saudi Arabia and the state of California.
It's really warm here now.
I peep into the vessels from the Seaport of Jeddah Tower
How they dropp their anchors in the designated positions with a singsong?
Here I stuck in a Gas station and I watch the pale blue night sky.
It's the same Moon and nothing being changed but I have changed my dear!
I am almost old and sick
And I cannot play the lute like earlier as the loosened strings never gives the heart-stricken melody.
Now I realized the sky and earth are entirely different
Though it's belongs to the same Master.
Along this parallel journey we never come across and let the mysterious fate dance as usual with the poor souls.
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Buddha Within....
Buddha's tears...
on the faces of every
hungry child in the world.
Buddha's emptiness,
in the hearts of every
person who has no home.
Buddha's sorrow,
in the eyes of every
victim of the bombings.
Buddha's silence,
at the roar of every
religious fanatic.
Buddha's compassion,
in the dirt of every
human being fallen.
Buddha's forgiveness,
in the anger of every
person driven by prejudice.
Buddha within,
seeks to evolve!
Buddha within,
just to be!
Buddha within,
already there.
Buddha within,
always has been!
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The poet some called him Eccentric
Hey! You asked my Religion very frequently
My Father is a Buddhist and Mother
A Baptized Protestant.
In my certificate of birth they registered me as a Buddhist.
But my religion is Humanism!
I am sure you all laugh and tell;
'There's no Religion by such a name in the World.'
Sorry, this may bitter for you,
When Adam eats the forbidden fruit
Eve's shy and covered her secret place with a Maple leaf?
And the invisible Gardener kept quiet.
That's called Humanism the oldest Religion!
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A Woman in her sixties
My name is Woo Man
A rare name of the bygone Native.
Isn't it?
My caretaker, sixfooter a liar
And a former reputed Boxer
Who's in the Seventieth milepost
Eloped with a teenager
Like his daughter
In her racing car.
I would like to dance in the Hurricane
And show him that I am not an Icing cake
Really capable to fight still in the Ring
And bring the champion trophy home.
*[The monk Ananda a senior disciple of Buddha once inquired on their way to a certain place when they met a beautiful Woman, 'Sir, What do you think of a Woman? ' 'Great and precious Ananda but an obstacle for our Monastic journey, I smiled with her when we passed that's all but she accompanies with Ananda I think.' The Buddha said. Then he blushed.]
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Squirrel my little friend!
I watch your jumps from tree to tree
with that bushy tail
And your song I try to understand
If I write this way
Is it okay?
Man raises his bony hands and questions
from the dumb sky of his future?
Sky's helpless as she cannot stop the clouds
that wander here & there?
Man tries to hide his wealth in the river
But river flows to the sea ever?
Man sketches his sky scrapers
But nobody stays here and his offspring
fly everywhere when they grown up
Leaving the old sick parents there?
a humble dedication to my poet friend Narain j.p!
A Buddhist faces death not as a crisis in life but as a normal event, for he knows that whoever is born must suffer, 'decay', and ultimately die. Or, as someone so aptly puts it, 'Everyone is born with the certificate of death at his birth.' If we could all look at death such an intelligent and rational way, we would not cling to life so tenaciously.
'Ayamantima jatinatthidani punabbhavo'
This is my final birth and there is no more rebirth for me.
(Dhamma Cakka Sutta) . -The Buddha
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Snail Shell
Sir hand
Or is it maam
I fell out of my right place again
And you
Considered me
And now Im where a snail has to be
I want to thank you for putting me back in my snail shell
I want to thank you for putting me back in my snail shell
Was it something you would do for anybody?
Was it what youd only do for me?
I need to know because you see
I want to thank you for putting me back in my snail shell
Friend
Look what you gave
And how can you ever be repaid?
How may I give you a hand
From the position at your feet where I stand?
So let me thank you for putting me back in my snail shell
Id like to thank you for putting me back in my snail shell
Was it something you would do for anybody?
Was it what youd only do for me?
I need to know because you see
I want to thank you for putting me back in my snail shell
Snail shell
Thank you
Snail shell
Thank you
Ah
Ah
Ah
Was it something you would do for anybody?
Was it what youd only do for me?
Or was it something where you acted when you saw the need
And knew that there would be a way the act could be repaid
And so it may, but for today
I want to thank you for putting me back in my snail shell
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Mr.Trump here's my fading certificate of Birth!
Born April 19,1951
At a General Hospital, Colombo, Sri Lanka
Male gender, colour of skin Tan!
Under the Star of Capricorn
Named as Nimal,
Father Buddhist and Mother's baptized
But I am a free thinker
Mixed with Human Gods.
Still I believe the Buddha is the greatest poet!
According to his teachings
A Man has myriad of birth certificates
Along this endless journey,
As he's born in every country of this tiny World!
My dilemma is this why do they ignore of the Human group of blood
In this piece of ridiculous paper?
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If trash bin could speak?
Why not?
Yes, Trash bin talks
very politely.
When I do the garbage in the gas station
I heard; 'Hey! Chum gas price goes down
Isn't it?
It seems that you're not happy
and must be tired counting money
and collecting the garbage?
If you prefer we cold have exchanged our status
But I am not familiar with those colored notes!
They never peep here? '
Then I replied him; 'Dear friend!
Your position is better than me,
when the truck comes
totally you're empty,
But I always count this mystic dirty notes
That belong to the others
And really it burns?
[The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family.]-Thomas Jefferson
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I hear the purple sky laments in a twilight
Yes, I am proud
As I am big!
And I have a Sun
Moon and stars
Extricate passing clouds
What about the beautiful rain Goddess?
Yet, I am far away
from precious human beings?
*[The man who wins may have been counted out several times, but he didn't hear the referee.]-H.E.Jansen
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How they see beyond the iron curtain?
When a poor man sleeps
by his Worldly possessions
on the road under street lamps,
Don't say that he won't dream the heaven
Yes, he dreams a different one
Where all his colleagues are there
But not much lights & dark it seems?
And they beg for alms from beggar-Angels
Who appear with their see through garments?
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[The Moon sails high above in majesty
Amid the pailing clouds;
But from on high it moves the billowy sea
With its enchanting powers.]-Ivan Turgenev, from 'Home of the Gentry'.
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Atlas
You rip through the trees,
A black blur stronger then
Anything
The world's ever witnessed,
Thick paws heavy with dread
And with knowledge
And with things kept from
You.
You howl,
Again, the birch's
Nothing more then
A snow striped blurr,
Nothing more then
Eternity...
A pointless thing,
You howl with dread
Blankness. Death.
But you are stronger then
That.
You press on,
Heedless of the blood-stained
Cantelope sky,
Heedless of the ropy red clouds,
Heedless of the lake,
A reflective of sky.
You tramp in, your intentions clear,
The sky thrust on your paws
And the summer birch's spin
As do the clouds,
And the air
And shadows
Of the wind.
But you are heedless of
Eternity
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For My Inner Sickness?
Hey! My pain killer
You boil Lotus root
and fry Asparagus
check everyday
the blood sugar level
But why did you hide
my Nirva-nic drink?
I just want to spin my head a little
With the spinning Karma-ful World!
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Cry Of The Lonely...
i have heard the cry of the lonely,
the tree bent with grief for the ocean.
the squirrel who dreams of wings,
the mountain melting with need to wander.
the child orphaned by war or poverty,
the monk on fire for a world that's blind...
the beaten body in the prison cell,
the door opened, no one there.
the naked body weeping on an empty bed,
the voice calling without echo.
the tongue that walks the rainy night...
the moon hidden by clouds cold and distant.
the lonesome sound of the faraway train,
the lover who walks the garden...
the empty streets, the hollowed houses,
where not even the scent of memory lingers.
the bruised hand stuck in the pocket,
the letter never addressed.
the flower that bloomed, and no one saw,
the bent nail on the back of the shed....
the candle snuffed.... the last words lost...
lips swollen, set, and driven...
am i the cry, or just the shell,
that brushes against your heart without name?
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Our Seasonal crops!
If all these wicked rusty Guns
turn out into tiny tractors
a soft soul could operate?
This *Earth would be a peaceful Farm Yard
instead of bloodshed?
You could provide our seasonal crops proudly
to the Heaven, Hell or Mars?
to my fellow poet friend robyn selters!
*The Buddha describes Earth as follows; Hard, Rough, Heavy, Soft, Melt and Smooth!
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When dreams are faraway!
Yet, I close my eye lids
and pretend that I sleep
Hear the cries of children
Where they're looking for parents,
Planes fly in the sky
and dropp not money
But the poor wait
and see perhaps some gifts.
Moon shines with stars,
and the clouds run
Still I am awake
Though I pretend
That I sleep?
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The Conqueror
He climbs inside the looking glass
And points at anything he hates
He calls to you, hey look out son
Theres a gun theyre pointing at your pretty face
And the heads they are a rolling
Cos the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way
Five hundred little women
Are calling at their heros door
Yes, their hero is working overtime
Hes squirming on an empty floor
And the heads they are a rolling
Cos the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way
Hes bought the castle on the hill
Hes bought it just to knock it down
The local power shout him down
They say hes just an empty-headed clown
And the heads they are a rolling
Cos the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way
Hes busy building monuments
To hide inside his empty grave
You there, can you find some souls
Hes looking for some people to save
And the heads they are a rolling
Cos the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way
And the words of love are killing him
The conqueror is on his way
And the words of love were lying on an empty floor
Just in the place where the conqueror lay...
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Conquerer
He climbs inside the looking glass
And points at anything he hates
He calls to you "Hey look out son
That's a gun they're pointing at your pretty face"
And the heads they are a rolling
Cause the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way
Five hundred little women are calling
At their hero's door
Yes, their hero is working overtime
He's squirming on an empty floor
And the heads they are a rolling
Cause the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way
He's bought the castle on the hill
He's bought it just to knock it down
The local power shout him down
They say he's just an empty-headed clown
And the heads they are a rolling
Cause the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way
He's busy building monuments
To hide inside his empty grave
You there, can you find some souls?
He's looking for some people to save
And the heads they are a rolling
Cause the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is coming
For the conqueror is on his way
And the words of love are killing him
And the conqueror is on his way
And the words of love were lying on an empty floor
Just in the place where the conqueror lay
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All the four queens and kings
The queens in the playing cards pack
Grumble for their powerless kings.
The Master of gambler re-shuffles the pack
And like puppets they go here and there.
Shrewd Jacks hide somewhere.
When the trump card turns,
Poor man looses his pocket.
He never gets a chance,
Win the queen of hearts and back home?
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Once again to the poetess Sandra Fowler!
[Hi Nimal, Sandra is well and doing much better, although she's now a permanent resident of a Health care facility, will keep you posted, God bless.]-Nancy King-Badran
You're my life-school Teacher
and the West Virginian Nightingale!
But no chirps these days?
I send you this Talisman,
a tiny compass
That indicates where I am breathing now hardly.
I pray to my individual poet-God every seconds
for your immediate recovery and also I have a plan
to see you soon when my innocent wallet sounds good?
I have heard about the West Virginian Forest Buddhist Monastery
and there If I could finish my journey?
Anyway, I hope that you have already voted
to the same soul who could achieve his precious goals
for our welfare.
Best of Luck!
A humble dedication to Nancy King-Badran!
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