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To A Buddha Seated On A Lotus

LORD BUDDHA, on thy Lotus-throne,
With praying eyes and hands elate,
What mystic rapture dost thou own,
Immutable and ultimate?
What peace, unravished of our ken,
Annihilate from the world of men?

The wind of change for ever blows
Across the tumult of our way,
To-morrow's unborn griefs depose
The sorrows of our yesterday.
Dream yields to dream, strife follows strife,
And Death unweaves the webs of Life.

For us the travail and the heat,
The broken secrets of our pride,
The strenuous lessons of defeat,
The flower deferred, the fruit denied;
But not the peace, supremely won,
Lord Buddha, of thy Lotus-throne.

With futile hands we seek to gain
Our inaccessible desire,
Diviner summits to attain,
With faith that sinks and feet that tire;
But nought shall conquer or control
The heavenward hunger of our soul.

The end, elusive and afar,
Still lures us with its beckoning flight,
And all our mortal moments are
A session of the Infinite.
How shall we reach the great, unknown
Nirvana of thy Lotus-throne?

poem by Sarojini Naidu
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A Flower Cut From Desire

The lotus is a flower cut from desire
Whatever her hue her petals attire
She is the goddess that sank into…
The muddy waters - arose anew.

Her purity and beauty is no cauldron.
Thou portrayed to symbolize the sun
She is but a spiritual, awakening…
A flower of prosperity, meaning.

A symbol of fertility, spirituality,
And even in her purest-state eternity.
The blue lotus is victory over wisdom
Pink the supreme lotus, Buddha's pilgrim.

The lotus path to noble truths is Purple
White purity spiritual perfection mental.
The Red lotus is related to the heart,
Associated with, love and compassion.

poem by Mark Heathcote
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The lotus eye

A lotus is born in muddy water

You cannot grow lotus anywhere else

A sage is born in a decadent world

Jesus never comes during any golden age

He came in an age harrowed by humbugs

A lotus has eyes

They are enamoured of the Sun

Jesus had lotus eyes

They could see the Sun and nothing else

He saw light and nothing else

He was always in light

The lotus is the Sun on earth

Jesus was the Sun on earth

When we pray to Jesus

Our prayer goes to a lotus

When we caress a lotus

We caress God the Son

poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Lotus-roots

I was then a prisoner of death
-face of hundreds and thousands from birth

I was then I dreamer of name
-treasure and wealth; title and fame

I was then hunger of discipline, education and training
-the aim for growth and maturity and learning

I was then on state I thought of what is health and good
-thus, the great Buddha against the fraud

Note:
Inspired from the four “Noble Truth”
taught by Gautama Buddha, the “Enlightened One”.

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F R A G R A N C E

F R A G R A N C E
Vavroovahana Patra.
Fragrance of jasmines provides devotion;
Beauteous is God’s lovely creation.
Fragrance of agarvati inspires all daily;
Surrendering on the Lotus feet function duty gaily.

Fragrance of Lotus is delighting;
The beautiful shrine is attracting.
Mother Mahalaxmi blesses poets in morn;
Beauteous looks the lovely dawn.

Fragrance of Mahalaxmi’s shrine enhances devotion;
Beauteous is Maa’s mysterious creation.
Mother makes poor poets wealthy;
With her desire poets remain healthy.

Fragrance of ‘rajanigandha’ enhances love affection;
Beauteous looks entire creations.
Poets enjoy the beauty silently;
Soul drinks the nectar of peace delightfully.

Fragrance of Deities takes mind to the world of peace;
Surrendering on Narayana’s lotus feet derive divine bliss.
Blessings of Gods and Goddesses makes poets popular on Earth;
Praying morn, eve, day, night derive peace, mirth.

Fragrance of Kalia’s temple provides peace;
Surrendering on the lotus feet derive bliss.
Fragrance of spiritual shrines takes mind to the world of peace,
Praying Jagannath derive divine bliss.

Fragrance of flowers on shrines enhances devotional energy;
Devotees’ path of journey becomes flowery.
Derive profound perennial peace;
Praying Neelamadhava derive divine bliss.

Offering fragrant flowers derive divine bliss;
Surrendering whole heatedly derive divine wish.
Prayer provides profound peace;
Praying derive heavenly bliss.

poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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God’s Peace

There is a peace available, in troubled times, but not to all,
A peace available all the time, greater than peace of mind,
And this peace goes everywhere, to handle every tiny care,
But it has no limits to, the problems it can see you through.

The peace that I’m speaking of, will only come from above,
Peace God gives to His own, flowing down from His throne,
The peace of God all receive, when by faith they do believe,
The Gospel Truth of His Son, Christ, who died for everyone.

Though He died, now He lives, as this peace to us He gives,
Sent to believers in this life, to shelter them from daily strife,
The Holy Spirit is God’s agent, in whom God’s peace is sent,
The Spirit is our true comforter, giving us peace in trials sore.

This peace for us is secured, by the work done by The Lord,
And the only part left for us, is to place in The Lord our trust,
Then with a loving nod, Christ sends to us the peace of God,
A peace into a believer’s heart, that from God will not depart.

Peace always there for those, keeping eyes on He who rose,
Who gave to them a new life, centered in the peace of Christ,
This as that believer lives, through the Spirit that Christ gives,
Providing them God’s peace, in their heart that will not cease.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Alankar(Decor) -48

1 Lotus(Cameo)

Lotus!
From deep heart of dirt
To the high head of bright lit sun
Wonderful
To my eyes' vision as you bloom
Cease not just your disc of bliss
Lotus

2 Freeing(Cameo)

Vanish
O'soul this moment
Forgetting self changing Matter
Engraved
Into your poise of Lotus deep
Over to heaven to taste
Nectar

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Thou Dost Not Know

Thou dost not know it! but to hear
One word of praise from thee,
There is no pain I would not bear,
No task too great for me.

My hands could tireless toil all day,
My feet could tireless run,
If at the close thy lips would say,
'Brave, noble heart, well done.'

* * * * *

Thou dost not know it! but to win
Approval from thine eyes,
My soul has conquered many a sin,
And conquering neared the skies.

And though the reward may not be given,
In all my earthly days,
I feel that after death, in heaven,
Thy lips will give me praise.

* * * * *

Thou dost not know, may never know,
That all I strive to be,
All things praiseworthy that I do,
I strive, and do, for thee.

And though I seldom see thy face,
Or touch thy hand, my friend,
Those meetings are the means of grace,
That help me to the end.

* * * * *

Thou dost not know that thy grand life
Has been my beacon light.
I aim to conquer in the strife,
That I may reach thy height.

I strive to live, so that my feet
May walk the fields most fair,
For the after-life, seems, oh! so sweet,
Because thou wilt be there.

* * * * *

Thou dost not know how brave and strong
A woman's heart can be.
But few could hide so well and long
What mine has hid from thee.

So well, that should this idyl chance
To meet thine eye, my friend,
Thou'd scan it with a careless glance,
Nor dream to whom 'twas penned.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The House of the Life (66): The Heart of the Night

From child to youth; from youth to arduous man;
From lethargy to fever of the heart;
From faithful life to dream-dower'd days apart;
From trust to doubt; from doubt to brink of ban;--
Thus much of change in one swift cycle ran
Till now. Alas, the soul!--how soon must she
Accept her primal immortality,--
The flesh resume its dust whence it began?

O Lord of work and peace! O Lord of life!
O Lord, the awful Lord of will! though late,
Even yet renew this soul with duteous breath:
That when the peace is garner'd in from strife,
The work retriev'd, the will regenerate,
This soul may see thy face, O Lord of death!

poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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LXVI The Heart Of The Night

poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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The House of Life: 66. The Heart of the Night

poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Sonnet LXVI: The Heart of the Night

From child to youth; from youth to arduous man;
From lethargy to fever of the heart;
From faithful life to dream-dowered days apart;
From trust to doubt; from doubt to brink of ban;—
Thus much of change in one swift cycle ran
Till now. Alas, the soul!—how soon must she
Accept her primal immortality,—
The flesh resume its dust whence it began?
O Lord of work and peace! O Lord of life!
O Lord, the awful Lord of will! though late,
Even yet renew this soul with duteous breath:
That when the peace is garnered in from strife,
The work retrieved, the will regenerate,
This soul may see thy face, O Lord of death!

poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Lotus

(buck/mills/stipe)
I was hell
Sarcastic silver swell
That day it rained
Tough spun. hard won. no
Ocean flower aquarium
Badlands. give a hand
Honey dipt. flim flam
Hey hey. hey hey
That cat can walk like a big bad man
So happy to show us
I ate the lotus
Say havent you noticed?
I ate the lotus
Storefront window, I reflect
Just last week I was merely heck
Tip the scale. I was hell
Picked me up, then I fell
Whos this stranger? crowbar spine
Da, da, da, and I feel fine
Let it rain, rain, rain (rain)
Bring my happy back again
So happy to show us
I ate the lotus
Say havent you noticed?
I ate the lotus
I ate the lotus
Let it rain, rain, rain (rain)
Save me from myself again
Wash away my ugly sins
Opposing thumb, dorsal fin
That monkey died for my grin
Bring my happy back again
Let it rain (rain), rain, rain (rain)
Bring my happy back again
So happy to show us
I ate the lotus
Say havent you noticed?
I ate the lotus
I ate the lotus
I ate the lotus
I ate the lotus

song performed by by REM
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When Hannah Pressed With Grief

When Hannah pressed with grief,
Poured forth her soul in prayer;
She quickly found relief,
And left her burden there:
Like her, in every trying case,
Let us approach the throne of grace.

When she began to pray,
Her heart was pained and sad;
But ere she went away,
Was comforted and glad:
In trouble, what a resting place,
Have they who know the throne of grace!

Though men and devils rage,
And threaten to devour;
The saints, from age to age,
Are safe from all their pow'r:
Fresh strength they gain to run their race,
By waiting at the throne of grace.

Eli her case mistook,
How was her spirit moved
By his unkind rebuke?
But God her cause approved.
We need not fear a creature's face,
While welcome at a throne of grace.

She was not filled with wine,
As Eli rashly thought;
But with a faith divine,
And found the help file sought:
Though men despise and call us base,
Still let us ply the throne of grace.

Men have not pow'r or skill,
With troubled souls to bear;
Though they express good-will,
Poor comforters they are:
But swelling sorrows sink apace,
When we approach the throne of grace.

Numbers before have tried,
And found the promise true;
Nor one been yet denied,
Then why should I or you?
Let us by faith their footsteps trace,
And hasten to the throne of grace.

As fogs obscure the light,
And taint the morning air;
But soon are put to flight,
If the bright sun appear;
Thus Jesus will our troubles chase,
By shining from the throne of grace.

poem by John Newton
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The Lotus-Flower

All the heights of the high shores gleam
Red and gold at the sunset hour:
There comes the spell of a magic dream,
And the Harbour seems a lotus-flower;

A blue flower tinted at dawn with gold,
A broad flower blazing with light at noon,
A flower forever with charms to hold
His heart, who sees it by sun or moon.

Its beauty burns like a ceaseless fire,
And tower looks over the top of tower;
For all mute things it would seem, aspire
To catch a glimpse of the lotus-flower.

Men meet its beauty with furrowed face,
And straight the furrows are smoothed away;
They buy and sell in the market-place,
And languor leadens their blood all day.

At night they look on the flower, and lo!
The City passes with all its cares:
They dream no more in its azure glow,
Of gold and silver and stocks and shares.

The Lotus dreams 'neath the dreaming skies,
Its beauty touching with spell divine
The grey old town, till the old town lies
Like one half-drunk with a magic wine.

Star-loved, it breathes at the midnight hour
A sense of peace from its velvet mouth.
Though flowers be fair -- is there any flower
Like this blue flower of the radiant South?

Sun-loved and lit by the moon it yields
A challenge-glory or glow serene,
And men bethink them of jewelled shields,
A turquoise lighting a ground of green.

Fond lovers pacing beside it see
Not death and darkness, but life and light,
And dream no dream of the witchery
The Lotus sheds on the silent night.

Pale watchers weary of watching stars
That fall, and fall, and forever fall,
Tear-worn and troubled with many scars,
They seek the Lotus and end life's thrall.

The spirit spelled by the Lotus swoons,
Its beauty summons the artist mood;
And thus, perchance, in a thousand moons
Its spell shall work in our waiting blood.

Then souls shall shine with an old-time grace,
And sense be wrapped in a golden trance,
And art be crowned in the market-place
With Love and Beauty and fair Romance.

poem by Roderic Quinn
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What’s Up Yonder?

Friend did you ever truly ponder, the sky above and what’s up yonder?
Does your mind ever pierce the sky, to what’s up there and even why?
To a place you have never been, the place many call the third heaven.
A holy place where God resides, that’s well above the temporal skies.
High above these earthly clouds, are multitudes of Heavenly Crowds,
The many saints who went before, now in the presence of The Lord.

It’s a special place we are told, one that’s paved with streets of gold.
In this place flows a Crystal Sea, from under The Throne of Eternity.
And there will be a River of Life, that flows from the Throne of Christ.
On each side is a Tree of Life, for healing the nations of their strife.
There will be no more night, for The Lord God will give all men light.
Heaven’s Light will be His Son; He’s The Eternal Light for everyone.

But, is this place truly there, and why would a Holy God even care?
To extend to mere mortal men, a place for us, to live forever friend.
Heaven is a place that’s pure, and will remain that way forevermore.
A place that’s free of sin and strife, where all men live a blissful Life.
There we’ll have an eternal home, beside God’s Everlasting Throne.
On that Throne, above the sea, where Christ shall reign for Eternity.

Have you ever pondered friend, just where in eternity you will spend?
For Heaven is a place for sure; a place you get to through The Lord.
The curse of earth shall be gone, and replaced with an Eternal Song.
Eternal Praises to Christ our Lord, who upon a wicked cross endured,
A wicked death for both you and me, so that we could live for eternity.
It was His life Christ chose to give, so in Heaven forever we could live.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Life And Death

All the creatures of Earth are in the control of
The Almighty;
Death brings icy touch to all Earthy creatures,
To relatives, provides plight.
“Buddhadeva” says life is sorrowful,
Pray God, serve the poor,
To achieve salvation;
Mysterious is Lord Jagannath’s creation.
O Devotees, come and surrender before Bhagavana
Jagannath’s feet,
Chant the sweet name morn, eve, day and night before
The alluring attracting
Image of Almighty.
In Bhakti, chanting the sweet name derive peace;
Purity;
Bhagabana Jagannath is the Director of the Universe,
An ocean of delight,
Lord Jagannath hears everything having no ears;
Does everything having no hands, fulfils Bhakta’s desire.
Think of Jagannath, chant the sweet name, pray him,
Surrender on his lotus feet,
Remember him before death;
Remember Bhagbana Jagannath day and night,
He is a firmanent of mirth.

poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Streams Of The Rivers Waters

the meditations of the man on the river
how long will it take him to his nirvana?

the lotus in him is what i am seeing now
and his eyes do not mind the working of

this world. I see waters running on his head.
I see rivers in his veins. I am silent and still.

I am this pond watching how a lotus grows.
How things are with the toads. How time

falls like a teardrop, creating the ripples of
my breaths.There it is. Beauty at its core.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hymn 166

The Divine Perfections.

How shall I praise th' eternal God,
That infinite Unknown?
Who can ascend his high abode,
Or venture near his throne?

[The great Invisible! he dwells
Concealed in dazzling light;
But his all-searching eye reveals
The secrets of the night.

Those watchful eyes that never sleep
Survey the world around
His wisdom is a boundless deep
Where all our thoughts are drowned.]

[Speak we of strength? his arm is strong
To save or to destroy;
Infinite years his life prolong,
And endless is his joy.]

[He knows no shadow of a change
Nor alters his decrees;
Firm as a rock his truth remains
To guard his promises.]

[Sinners before his presence die;
How holy is his name!
His anger and his jealousy
Burn like devouring flame.]

Justice upon a dreadful throne
Maintains the rights of God;
While Mercy sends her pardons down,
Bought with a Savior's blood.

Now to my soul, immortal King!
Speak some forgiving word;
Then 'twill be double joy to sing
The glories of my Lord.

poem by Isaac Watts
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Buddha faces me

In lotus form, Buddha faces me
This afternoon, his palms clasped
He is seated, his feet kissing,
There is peace
And quiet, there is no sound no ripple
In this cool crystal clear pond

Both of us here, in a while It is I

as usual bubbling,

Speaking words, and more words in
Popping out from my restless mind

Overheating, overdoing,

Why me now? Why have you come now
When I have no peace to offer you?

How can this kind of prayer work for me?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ethiopia

Yes, Ethiopia yet shall stretch
Her bleeding hands abroad;
Her cry of agony shall reach
The burning throne of God.

The tyrant's yoke from off her neck,
His fetters from her soul,
The mighty hand of God shall break
And spurn the base control.

Redeemed from dust, and freed from chains,
Her sons shall lift their eyes;
From lofty hills and verdant plains
Shall shouts of triumph rise.

Upon the dark, despairing brow
Shall play a smile of peace;
For God shall bend unto her woe,
And bid her sorrows cease.

'Neath sheltering vines and stately palms
Shall laughing children play;
And aged sires, with joyous psalms,
Shall gladden every day.

Secure by night and blest by day,
Shall pass her happy hours;
Within her peaceful bowers.

Thy bleeding hands abroad;
Thy cry of agony shall reach
And find the throne of God.

poem by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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