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The Poems
Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 4:24 pm
by NIRMAL2
WHAT GOOD IS THIS TYPE OF GAME
Distorted is my inner worth,
Makes me buoyant with pleasure.
I superimpose finite on the infinite,
Yet hope to gain the uncorroded treasure.
The priceless wisdom of the Buddha,
Left no hope for the pandit baba.
I ran through shame,
Then reversed the blame,
And to cross the coast,
I worshipped the boat.
The Karmapa fatedly repeatedly came.
Twenty initiations did I gain.
But what good is this kind of game
If I'm never ever going to change.
Re: The Poems
Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 4:29 pm
by NIRMAL2
HELPLESS
I'm just an old donkey,
Helpless without any Dharma,
Without any time of peace,
I've to pull my heavy karma.
The load I pull is heavy,
Killing me up the slope,
My master alights to push,
Giving me words of hope.
I stop to rest at last,
As night eats up the day,
Dear time don't move so fast,
Tomorrow I've to be on my way.
I eye a brown hen,
Sitting on an abandoned van,
I wish I could slit your throat,
To hasten your rebirth as man.
Re: The Poems
Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 4:32 pm
by NIRMAL2
TaALKING TO MY OTHER SELF
Hoi! Hoi! Hooiiiiiiiii!
Listen carefully!
They say you are my soul
I call you my eighth consciousness.
You will survive
You will depart
When I die
So you must be very happy
I want you to listen good
Don't simply act
Don't simply take rebirth
Stupid fella
See how I'm suffering now
I want to be reborn a man
For just one more time
I want an Indian father
Must be Buddhist
I want a Tibetan mother
Don't want to be reborn in Pakistan
Don't want to be a Taliban
Don't go and simply mix
With any sperm and ovum
To be some new person
Hoi! Hooii!
Are you still listening?
I'll slaaaap you then you'll know
Now
I'll do my part
I'll nurse the good seeds
Destroy the bad seeds
Difficult task destroying defilements
I'll keep good merits
And you think this is easy?
You have many seeds
From the many lifetimes
You big shot
Hoi! Listen!
Don't become a pig
Not a chicken please
Dog also dowan
Remember! Don't ever forget
Or else I'll kill you
But, who will kill whom?
Aiya, never mind.
Re: The Poems
Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 4:36 pm
by NIRMAL2
DEAR MIND OF MINE
Mind oh mind
Dear mind of mine
When you're disturbed
You MUST go somewhere
Think of something
Not stopping to rest
Just dragging me along
Keep me running
Busybody pocket no money
You mother of mine
Though not from my parents
You keep motherizing me
Though being like my reflexion
In my mirror
But why do you leave
Even before I do
Before I'm done
I'm out of gas
Chasing you around
Where do you start from?
Why don't you end?
Give me your address
I want to hunt you down
To tie you up
Then tie you down
To give you a piece of my mind
Then collect the debt
For never ever giving me
The peace of mind
Re: The Poems
Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 4:40 pm
by NIRMAL2
HOPELESS WITHOUT ATTACHMENTS
My peaceful inner world
I created with attachments
Attachments in a multiple fold
Not going against Your government
If I practiced non-attachment
Dear Lord could I progress
I'm attached to gaining Enlightenment
This attachment I wouldn't undress
My meditation I do not miss
To it I'm really attached
On my seat I sit in bliss
This attachment will stay patched
I'm attached to your mantra
Concentrating on my breath
I'm attached to my altar
To enrich me before my death
Let go of all attachments
This song I hear daily
Dear Lord send down your regiment
To protect my attachments dearly
Re: The Poems
Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 7:29 pm
by Ogyen
Your poetry tends to stimulate exploratory curiosity in me. It has contributed to my learning dharma. Thank you for sharing.
Ogyen.
Re: The Poems
Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 5:33 am
by NIRMAL2
Re: The Poems
Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 4:13 pm
by NIRMAL2
CAGED
I keep looking at the statue of Buddha,
So different the person it depicts.
I keep looking for the Truth,
When its the Sages who realize it.
I keep looking for the path,
When its the Sages who tread on it.
I keep looking at the map,
So different the country from it.
I keep holding the holy book,
Not learning to die from it.
I keep on killing my little ego
Yet there's bondage everywhere
I'll keep on looking for more gurus
Cos no one wants this trash
I"m just a little empty cup
Pour some Dharma into it dear Lord
I know I realize now my Lord
I've to pour the Dharma in myself
Re: The Poems
Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 6:17 pm
by NIRMAL2
O MONEY
On my deathbed I lay,
The sculptor of my life,
I had stood in the way of nature,
To pump up my pile.
My attitudes I grew,
Looting from day to day,
My mantra was 'O Money',
Stabbing everyone in my way.
I strutted on the knife's edge,
Misused the scriptural sayings,
My attachment caused bondage,
Which withdrew my internal savings.
I had looked for a guru,
To give me some guiding,
What good is a guru?
My ego started boasting.
Could I light up my money,
To brighten the corridor,
That runs after death,
To the other shore.
Though highly evolved technologically,
I missed the resources within,
I'm rich in inner poverty,
Yamantaka has begun to grin.
Re: The Poems
Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 4:20 pm
by NIRMAL2
JUST ONCE (Sirf Ek Baar)
How could I ever learn
I don't remember my past
Not even my mistakes
How could I improve
Rebirth has cut the path
Erased all memories
I'll never change
Without my centuries of history
What good is rebirth
It gives me a blank start
Fresh and new
Over and over again
With nothing to lean on
Just getting a little awareness
At old age
A tired old man
Sitting on a mountain of mistakes
Since childhood
All count lost in time
I wish to rerun this life
Become a child without rebirth
Remembering everything,every mistake
And where I went wrong
Just once
Sirf ek baar
Lord,sirf ek baar please.
Re: The Poems
Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 2:58 pm
by nirmal
THE IMPERMANENT FLOWER
I'm a flower
Just bloomed today
Yellow and gay
Proudly I stand
Looking beautiful and grand
Waiting for a hand
I've no fear to be picked
For I know
Tomorrow I'll fade.
Re: The Poems
Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 3:30 am
by Ogyen
nirmal wrote:THE IMPERMANENT FLOWER
I'm a flower
Just bloomed today
Yellow and gay
Proudly I stand
Looking beautiful and grand
Waiting for a hand
I've no fear to be picked
For I know
Tomorrow I'll fade.
what I felt (in the heart of the lotus) when i read this poem:
I am a flower
just opened up
proudly i stand
just as i've bloomed
i've no fear to be picked
for I know not
tomorrow's wilt
so i keep hope
for the hand to give
everything
it will take back
Ogyen.
Om mani padme hum! I bow to the jewel in the heart of the lotus!
Re: The Poems
Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 5:38 pm
by nirmal
Re: The Poems
Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 6:08 pm
by nirmal
DRY TEARS OF THE BUDDHAS
What hath thou done
Thy Buddha framed
A well kept decoration
A showpiece for guests
No holy light radiates
Glorifying Buddhism to nothingness
Speaks so tender a voice
This my alter is
Yet another altar
Lost in time
Dust clothes Thee
Not a single space to spare
Thy cups dry
Dry brown flowers
Hanging down their heads
Of death by thirst
No one sits before
The burnt out incense sticks
Of Thou they speak
Devotion on their minds
False nature of black minds
Showmen of busy times
Swaying with no thoughts
Their time they think
Will never come.
Re: The Poems
Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 4:47 pm
by nirmal
NONE TO EYE MY SUFFERING AND PAIN
The Ceremonial Laws of Whipping Gods,
Bar Zoroastrians who eye the flesh of heaven.
Buddhists with their sharp educated swords,
Hold on hard to Dharmakaya meditation
Fallen has the red fence from the sky,
Dragging me down by and by.
How could I dance to the stupa's chime,
With no Buddhist rhythm, no Buddhist rhyme.
Gautama,Gautama, you are my Buddha,
Less ravish souls are raying Metta.
Hoofs are pacing in the rain,
Horses whipped pulling carts of grain.
Which laws should I hold on to
I better cut the ropes I cling to
I shouldn't blubber about my fate
As my life is sold, death at stake
Four Blisses Four Sunyatas,
Four guardians to my bed.
Three to guard one to pray,
None to eye my suffering and pain.
Re: The Poems
Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 6:01 pm
by nirmal
THE KING OF ALL MUSIC
Of the many many fine arts
The finest is music
Not comprised of songs
Not melodies of words only
But of the most subtle sounds
The nada, the great vibrations
That spontaneously inspire all cells
Making them dance
The stream of life sings
To a particular rhythm
Flowing through the corners of life
Giving a new experience
Each and every time
In one direction it's music
In the other it's dance
Then paintings, then poetry
But the king of all forms
The soundless music
The music for insiders
When the veil of ignorance is lifted
Hear the finest music
Far beyond
This sound of silence
This voice of silence
The perennial music
The height of spiritual estacy
The highest state of joy
For self realization
(keep
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Re: The Poems
Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 7:29 pm
by nirmal
MAN AND SNAKES
Man is unclean
Smells, stinks without bathing
Sends the Buddhas running
So unlike a snake
Clean even without a bath
No matter how dirty its path
Man projects poison
In anger form
Spitting it out
With language not cushioned
Portraying negative emotions
With whom he dwells
With whom he shares
So unlike a snake
Which bites in defense
Or to fill its belly.
Re: The Poems
Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 5:30 pm
by nirmal
Nothing Is Mine
I've been drowned
So many a times
What is your school
What is your line
Could I have a school
Could I have a line
When this poor self
Is not even mine
Re: The Poems
Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 6:58 pm
by Ogyen
nirmal wrote:Nothing Is Mine
I've been drowned
So many a times
What is your school
What is your line
Could I have a school
Could I have a line
When this poor self
Is not even mine
Stunning piece. The power of your open question.
I have a feeling the title might be stronger as "Mine" instead of "Nothing Is Mine" where it would leave the openness even more open and it would be almost dizzying, the struggle with want, with "mine" all condensed in the 4 little letters of one word. Just a thought dharma-brother.
Ogyen
Re: The Poems
Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 4:37 pm
by nirmal
Ogyen wrote:nirmal wrote:Nothing Is Mine
I've been drowned
So many a times
What is your school
What is your line
Could I have a school
Could I have a line
When this poor self
Is not even mine
Stunning piece. The power of your open question.
I have a feeling the title might be stronger as "Mine" instead of "Nothing Is Mine" where it would leave the openness even more open and it would be almost dizzying, the struggle with want, with "mine" all condensed in the 4 little letters of one word. Just a thought dharma-brother.
Ogyen
Glad you liked it,Ogyen.I usually give not much thought to the title but I guess that would have to change from now. 'Nothing Is Mine' leaks the contents of the poem without even having to read it, I think. A yo yo, dharma brother, elder dharma-brother or younger dharma-brother? Title for the next poem 'Negative Positivity' Thoughts?