Life is not A question, But It is an experience!
Life is not a question that to be
solved,
it should be experienced!
Life is that experience of facing
and solving problems,
toughest is to know the one who experience.
The evolution of life itself is story
of trial and error!
life itself is that greatest observer
of itself!
The vision of invisible viewing through mortal eyes,
hearing the silent eloquent by mortal ears,
touching the one beyond touch by mortal skin,
Smelling the one odourfree by mortal nose,
Tasting the one who is tastefree by mortal tongue
Immortal showing up as mortal!
Life is an experience between birth and death,
coming here as nothing,
Learning to love and hate,
Learning to work and expect fruits,
developing skill to use senses and devices,
Learning to use mind and intelligence,
Learning and conveying message,
The message of immortal to mortal,
The truth itself in pursuit of Truth!
Life itself is that truth,
looks like an experience
that constantly puts
its own existence
on trial...
The one who had born has to die,
But one who is eternal continues his eternal play!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Mortal Love
mortality does
not ask for love eternal
mortal love
cannot outlive eternity’s edge
to an infinite span
mortal love
does not ask forever
never
mortal love
makes lies, makes changes,
twists and turns
mortal love is simple
like a dimple
one tongue
to one earthly word
nope
may do
may say something else
It is only asking
That you love
One day at a time
With all allowance for change
For a wider space
Leeways
Choices
Mortal love is free
frivolous
this love of mine
Today is just enough
mortal
And so rightly deserved
A mortal like me
Also bleeds
Weeds filled
No promises, just a hug, an embrace
And
A kiss, then could be, goodbye.
Because mortal love
Dies, like a wind passing by
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Tirzah
Whate'er is Born of Mortal birth
Must be consumèd with the Earth,
To rise from Generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
The Sexes sprung from Shame and Pride,
Blow'd in the morn; in evening died;
But Mercy changed Death into Sleep;
The Sexes rose to work & weep.
Thou, Mother of my Mortal part,
With cruelty didst mould my Heart,
And with false self-deceiving tears
Didst bind my Nostrils, Eyes, & Ears,
Didst close my Tongue in senseless clay,
And me to Mortal Life betray.
The Death of Jesus set me free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
poem by William Blake from Songs of Experience (1794)
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5. Death
He knocks
At the door of Death
Untiringly,
As the one question knocks
Persistently the walls of his living heart.
Death reveals Himself, seven suns later.
Death lives not in Hell, nor Heaven
Nor amid reeking carcass, nor amid purging souls.
No, Death embellishes the throne of his own Empire,
The King of Liberation and the Liberated.
Death is a kindly demigod, radiant and young.
His tongue speaks naught but the truest of the Truth.
Death smiles at the visitor, a human
Clothed in earthliness-a mortal.
The Human bows, and asks
“All conquering, all pervading Lord Death,
I seek answers!
What is Life? ”
“A choice between Good and Comfort.
All that is Good may not be a comfort,
And all Comfort, not always good.
Choose wisely, bravely and
You shall then have lived a life.”
“Then what is Death, What are You? ”
Death laughs.
“A reversal of Life?
The End of all creation?
A New Beginning?
Darkness and Destruction?
What are You, then? ”
Persists his persistence.
Death laughs again.
“I am Change.
I change all that is mortal.
That which is immortal, I cannot touch.
I take the body, the senses, the mind and the intellect
But the Indestructible within all this,
I cannot touch! ”
The mortal bows, his questions answered.
He bows and turns to leave.
But as he turns, one more question tumbles out:
“Can Death be conquered? ”
Death laughes yet again, and says,
“Conquer birth and you conquer Death.”
And closes the door.
poem by Krishnarasa Seshadri
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Basically Speaking!
You cannot do a dirty job
Appearing always clean;
You cannot live in vice all life,
And have a virtuous soul!
You cannot wear just tattered clothes
To attend banquet feast;
You cannot be unsterile and
Perform clean surgery!
You cannot be a patriot,
And help the enemies;
You cannot live a life of sin
Awaiting miracles.
You cannot sin repeatedly,
Expect God’s forgiveness;
You cannot stay a Satan’s child,
And enter God’s Abode.
You cannot kill the innocent
Babe, growing in your womb;
For, murder is a crime and sin
Mortal, that God detests.
You cannot cut the thread of life
For anyone on earth;
The Creator is life-giver:
So, He alone can take!
You cannot break God’s Commandments
Willfully, by habit;
God will not forgive mortal sins,
Unless you change your life.
You cannot go against God’s laws,
And be in grace, sin-free;
You cannot be in mortal sins
And think God will forgive.
Adultery is mortal sin;
Prostitution is adultery;
Murder is mortal sin;
Feticide and abortion are murders in the womb.
Breaking any of the Ten Commandments
Of God is a mortal sin;
The price of sin is death;
The price of mortal sin
Is Eternal Damnation i.e. HELL!
A good Christian knows this too well.
Yet, Jesus paid a ‘bloody price’
And gave His life on cross;
‘Will you not give up sins and vice? ’,
The Savior asks of us.
The LENT is meant
For you and me
To reconcile with God;
Each LENT is lent,
By love of God
To lessen our just rod.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-6-2008
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Sonnet 20
tongued beyond language of the living,
in exalted sense, the ghostly gull
Intelligence whispers in higher learning
than learning of mortality, we mortals to call
to eclipse of reason in contemplation
no mortal reason may know, higher pitch
quickening ear to new communications.
when the doors of perception unlatch
and, withdrawn into silence of mind,
a whisper in solitude bespeaks coming
of compeer, ingenuity of mortal design
may not compose speech therein forming.
alone, the mind itself encounters companion;
making foolish the wise, and wise the madman!
poem by Doug Bentley
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Ever Pure Is Love!
Love is that great feeling,
no one can deny,
to love is thrilling,
to be loved is more pleasing,
living with heart ever loving,
only wisdom of self remain ever shining!
Every love is felt mortal in company of desires,
Just as immortal self felt mortal,
In company of mortal things,
river that flood during rain,
and drain in summer,
Surely dry some day,
But the river that keeps on flowing full,
Ever pure has origin in melting snow of icy mountains,
Love having origin in heart where snow heap of pure Love melts,
Never can dry,
Never be impure,
Unless polluted by human desires, selfish motives!
When body felt light,
filling more energy in wings,
wisdom gained by experience,
courage in heart make faith
strong,
Look for the Truth alone,
one can soar high, see deep into space to see the
Sun never sets,
the ever flowing river of life as
whole
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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I Believe!
I believe in mother's immortal love, I believe that there's no-one like your mother.
I believe that this world is worse than perdiction.
I believe in the existence of heaven and so does the hell.
I believe in love at first sight.
I believe in sex on first date,
I believe in kissing a girl, younger or elder than me.
I believe in love and so does the hate.
I believe in insomnia and so does the immortal sleep.
I believe in kissing a marraied women.
I believe in living with a widow.
I believe in ghost, and so does the angels.
I believe in sky and so does the hell inside the earth.
I believe in love flowing with wind.
I believe in killing a beast.
I believe there's a life after death and so does the Satan.
I believe in brain and so does the heart.
I believe in sister's immortal love.
I believe in lover's mortal love.
I believe in kissing a sister.
I believe in huging a sister.
I believe in making a sister cry.
I believe in sister's eyes.
I believe in life, the mortal life.
I believe in the fire of hell.
I believe in maggots of skull.
I believe in motionless life.
I believe there's a place where I can kiss her and so does she.
I believe in misbehaving.
I believe in eve-teasing, I believe in raping, cause it exists.
I believe in making love twice and thrice a day.
I believe in eye contact.
I believe in rain, the heavenly droplets.
I believe in clouds, the one about to shout.
I believe in love without meeting each other.
I believe in cousin's love.
I believe in smile the one which can make you mine.
I believe in and I am supposed to believe in.
poem by Naman Bansal
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Fatso & His Lady!
That mango tree was no normal
It got immense love so mortal
From dawn to dusk he watered
Hoping it is never left shattered
Plucking the fruits in noon
He sat by it with all bloom.
That mango tree is no normal
It got immense love so mortal
What is it that brings that bloom
In this man so fat & hair so white
Was the thought that always rung
When I usually see him sing.
That mango tree is no normal
It got immense love so mortal
My lady love sowed this seed
& fed to it her life
I cried cried & I cried
And one day she grew up
Through ground & this is it
He told with a whisper.
That mango tree is no normal
It got immense love so immortal
Telling his tale of love
He had the last mango from it
He bore a smile on face
A tear in each eye
The seed in his palm.
That mango tree is no normal
It got immense love so mortal
Inspite of it being watered
Although I gave utmost care
In no time it became dry
And in air remained only their love……..
poem by BhanuPrakash Singh
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Truth is immortal; error is mortal.
quote by Mary Baker Eddy
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Waiting For You
The Lord God was always there, friend, you simply didn’t see Him,
Loaded down with a heart of care, and tainted by unbelief and sin,
And God was there at the start, knitting you together in that womb,
But, many from Him grow apart, and God in their life has no room.
The Lord God has room for all, within His Everlasting, Eternal plan,
That’s everyone friend, big or small, He made room for every man,
Friend, it’s not the Lord, but us, who need to make a change within,
And only as we come to Him in trust, can that change inside begin.
It’s God, who’s waiting patiently, wanting all to come to redemption,
And give to them new life eternally, to everyone, with no exemption,
Christ Jesus was indeed sent by Him, to offer all men reconciliation,
It’s through Christ God pardons sin, of every man from every nation.
It is not God, who moves, but men, as they move far from His Truth,
And in a world that is condemned, to remain apart they face reproof,
His Truth is offered to every land, through the message we proclaim,
With hope that all will understand, true freedom comes in One Name.
The Lord will not always wait, for this present age will someday end,
Something you need to contemplate, before you depart dear friend,
As a mortal man, made from dust, for you to experience eternal life,
Choosing to believe is a must, in The Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©07/2008)
A Day Of Freedom
Today is a day of freedom,
Today is a day of martyrdom,
Freedom from time and space,
Martyrdom of life and breath.
Oh mortal, when will you pull through?
When will you fall out of negativity?
Oh mortal, when will kindness brew?
When will you turn to progressivity?
Today is a day of freedom,
Today is a day of martyrdom,
Freedom from time and space,
Martyrdom of life and breath.
Oh mortal, when will you pray to be free?
When will you shine like the Sun?
Oh mortal, when will God's destiny you lead?
When will you turn to the Infinite One?
Today is a day of freedom,
Today is a day of martyrdom,
Freedom from time and space,
Martyrdom of life and breath.
poem by Jasdeep Hari Bhajan Singh Khalsa
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Aurobindo 157 Savitri Book 10
An appreciation on Savitri-
Book Ten: The Book of the Double Twilight
Canto Four: The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's
Well, Savitri was not ordinary but godly o'Death
Extraordinary inner powers dominated her heart..
'Once more wilt thou call Light to blind Truth's eyes, Line 235 to
'My spirit's liberty I ask for all.'Line 308
'Offer, O King, thy boons to tired spirits'
'Surely thy boons are great since thou art He! '
'But how shall I seek rest in endless peace
Who house the mighty Mother's violent force, '
'The soul is a figure of the Unmanifest,
The mind labours to think the Unthinkable,
The life to call the Immortal into birth,
The body to enshrine the Illimitable.
The world is not cut off from Truth and God.'
'In vain thou hast dug the dark unbridgeable gulf,
In vain thou hast built the blind and doorless wall: '
All she speaks, authentic is all....
'My mind is a torch lit from the eternal sun,
My life a breath drawn by the immortal Guest,
My mortal body is the Eternal's house.
Already the torch becomes the undying ray,
Already the life is the Immortal's force, '
'How sayst thou Truth can never light the human mind
And Bliss can never invade the mortal's heart
Or God descend into the world he made? '
'If in the meaningless Void creation rose,
If from a bodiless Force Matter was born, '
'If sense could wake in tissue, nerve and cell
And Thought seize the grey matter of the brain,
And soul peep from its secrecy through the flesh,
How shall the nameless Light not leap on men, '....
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
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Aurobindo 13-Savitri-Book -1
An appreciation on Savitri-
Book I The Book of Beginnings-
Canto V The Yoga of the King:
The Yoga of the Spirit's Freedom and Greatness
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's
'The glory he had glimpsed must be his home.
A brighter heavenlier sun must soon illume'
'The body illumined with the indwelling God,
The heart and mind feel one with all that is,
A conscious soul live in a conscious world.'
This, I have an aspiring waver inside..possible?
'His height repelled the lowness of earth's state'
Where'There are thrills of the flesh, but not the soul's desire.'
'In each success a seed of failure lurks.
He saw the doubtfulness of all things here,
The incertitude of man's proud confident thought,
The transience of the achievements of his force.'
Yes, 'incertitude' of life between birth and death
'And yet a greater destiny may be his,
For the eternal Spirit is his truth.'
'He can re-create himself''and fashion new the world'
'A call was on him from intangible heights;
He dwelt in the wideness of the Eternal's reign.'
'A universal light was in his eyes,
A golden influx flowed through heart and brain;
A Force came down into his mortal limbs,
A current from eternal seas of Bliss;
He felt the invasion and the nameless joy.'
And that, a blessing on the immortal soul
'A lone forerunner of the Godward earth, '
'In the eternal courts of Solitude. '
'In a divine retreat from mortal thought'
'His being towered into pathless heights,
Naked of its vesture of humanity.'
An immortal obligation far from mortal's apprehension..
............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
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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The Essence of Love I
The youth isn’t timeless,
The beauty is certainly exhausted at the significant time,
The light of the passionate eyes
Will certainly fade away;
Than for which I do proud for love.
O the blind lover,
Learn the truth,
And learn the love.
The love doesn’t concern with moralistic qualities.
The love comes from heaven
And love is cherished, nourished, and fulfilled by heaven;
And this love meets its ends in heaven,
The ultimate happiness of human mortal souls.
When the eyes fell in the passionate glimpses of eyes,
Those eyes find the heaven on it,
Not the mortal beauty of glimpsing.
As the beauty attracts
Nor for the mortal one
But for the heaven which can be found in the soul.
This is love which confines in truth,
The truth of heaven
And the truth of immortality.
All will be decayed by time but love will exist,
All will be vanished by time but love will exist,
All will be exhausted by time but love will exist.
Love, love and only love
And the soul which deserves love
Gets the immortality
And never perishes by time.
This is the fact
The fact of life
And the fact of love.
It is the truth of love,
It is the secret of love,
And it is the worth of love.
As thy soul love,
Learn the haven will come
To make the mingle of heart,
The mingle which creates heaven
Is the sanctified love.
The Heaven is here in the love of heart
The surround in the earthen earth
Where love does prevail
Heaven is firmly perceived there.
poem by Md. Moniruzzaman
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Life's lesson!
Life's lesson, always changing not the same,
Sometimes hard, Sometimes easy,
Sometimes confusing, Sometimes daunting,
Theories of life's lessons,
Lighthouse in the sea shore,
It is always flicking and hiding,
Why do we learn through our own experience?
After many hours and years of research,
Theories are derived and approved.
Though it is wrong or right,
Why are we interested in learning,
Though our own experience?
The fire is hot; still want to touch it,
The volcanoes spewing, still want to dive into it,
Though the Arrival of tsunami is visible,
Not run opposite, but run towards it,
Why do we like to learn the life's lesson,
Through our own bad experience?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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God Is The Law!
God is law, o Soul listen,
God is behind, that beauty around,
His presence makes flowers beautiful,
His presence brings
Fragrance to it,
Nature is green and full of life,
because he dwells there!
God is the one behind beauty of children,
God is present in beauty of woman,
God fills the strength in arms and chest of a man,
God's presence, makes the nightingale sing,
God is the Law who makes peacock dance,
God is the Law who make every one fight or work,
God is the Law who makes write read and sing,
as a law make everyone strong and good and talented!
Look at the death of a man,
He dies in three stages,
One when is limbs and legs become cold,
And then the tongue fails to say some thing,
Eyes that tries to see some one,
Ears to hear somthing from someone,
Finally with deep sigh God in him withdraws his last breath!
All animals and plant take birth and die as God is that law!
God is the Law, bring one into life,
God is the Law who make one enjoy and smile,
God is the Law of life or death,
God is law of love and likes,
God is law of mortal journey, God is the Law of happiness,
God is that immortal law,
God is full of immortal ideals and knowledge,
God is the Law of cause and effect,
God is that immortal law of all existence!
Ah! God is that grand law of all subtle laws and gross ones!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Ghosts.
They look in with dim eyes
And faces sweet and sad,
Upon the life that dies —
Shades who have had
Their part in all things here,
The mortal hope and fear,
Till, as now from the bier
But one remove,
They hark the still hours chime
Within the Tower of Time
As to the sad, sweet rhyme
Of life and love.
They see more than we know,
They hear more than we may,
Who ever come and go
Like stars on a cloudy way:
And they grow sad to ken
The mortal life of men,
In the vesper light again
As they look in
And feel the phantom thrill
Of all the good and ill,
Of love and beauty still
And pain and sin.
And then with faces wan
They to each other turn,
Dreaming of what is gone,
E'en as they yearn
Perchance to lift the veil
With fingers thin and pale
Showing the no avail
Of so much here,
And how all things are cast
As in a dream at last,
When the future as the past
Shall disappear.
poem by Robert Crawford
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Second Death
'All praise be yours, my Lord, through Sister Death,
From whose embrace no mortal can escape.
Woe to those who die in mortal sin!
Happy those she finds doing your will!
The second death can do them no harm.'
from The Canticle of the Creatures, by St. Francis of Assisi
In the darkness of noon
proud souls decline
from glittering heights
to October's stark truth.
Sacred fire ignites
their hopeless, sad flight
into sin and self-
separation.
poem by Steven Federle
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Lenexa Baptist Church = Life Without Love
Life without love is eternal despair
Overrun by hate, fear, disgrace and evil deed.
No one to love us and yearn for our touch
Just wickedness broadcasting its falsehoods and seed.
Love teaches us to live for the betterment of others
Not just to satisfy our own self desire.
Love always rewards those who truly feel it
Enforcing and nourishing its eternal fire.
Life without love is but hell upon Earth
With no reason to sing, laugh, cry or rejoice.
Life with love is Heaven’s glorious reward
For hearts which comply with God’s voice.
What would life be without our need for love
Not something I wish to be a part of.
Love makes us better as a mortal human being
And more likely to delight are Father Above.