The Poems
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The blows and kicks of life
Relay a message
No matter where they're from
They're blessings in disguise
If we but learn a lesson
For the wise
Nothing is to be called bad
Any adversity of life
Is a step in his growth
If he knows to utilize
Relay a message
No matter where they're from
They're blessings in disguise
If we but learn a lesson
For the wise
Nothing is to be called bad
Any adversity of life
Is a step in his growth
If he knows to utilize
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the blows are kicks of lifenirmal wrote:The blows and kicks of life
Relay a message
No matter where they're from
They're blessings in disguise
If we but learn a lesson
For the wise
Nothing is to be called bad
Any adversity of life
Is a step in his growth
If he knows to utilize
not bad not a message
for the wise they're blessings
in disguise
utilized adversity
is how you learn
the lesson
of the steps to joy
your relay is kindness
D. Ogyen
you inspire such directness in my thinking, you posts are a shining light in my daily life.
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The Heart Drive - nosce te ipsum
"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget." –Arundhati Roy
The Heart Drive - nosce te ipsum
"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget." –Arundhati Roy
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Hi Ogyen,
What a vast difference?I'm still miles behind and its many many miles.My poem is too direct and can be comprehended with such ease.You really know how to change an amateur poem into one written by a real professional poet.Good, I am learning from the gift that you have and please keep giving that golden touch to my poems whenever you have time to spare.I really appreciate what you have done.You're good, a good Dharma sister.
nirmal
What a vast difference?I'm still miles behind and its many many miles.My poem is too direct and can be comprehended with such ease.You really know how to change an amateur poem into one written by a real professional poet.Good, I am learning from the gift that you have and please keep giving that golden touch to my poems whenever you have time to spare.I really appreciate what you have done.You're good, a good Dharma sister.
nirmal
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Birth Will Come
Awakening
Fully completely
Transform your personality will
Erasing your filthy past
The bad sage Saul
Birthed into St. Paul
Don't condemn yourself
How low
Small
How bad you've been
The chance to transform
Awaits any true seeker
Freedom to attain
Bondage and miseries ooze
In that precious second
You enlighten yourself
Awakening
Fully completely
Transform your personality will
Erasing your filthy past
The bad sage Saul
Birthed into St. Paul
Don't condemn yourself
How low
Small
How bad you've been
The chance to transform
Awaits any true seeker
Freedom to attain
Bondage and miseries ooze
In that precious second
You enlighten yourself
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I often just feel what you're trying to say, and then use your own words to put it a little bit another way. I only write, what I come away with in what you write.nirmal wrote:Hi Ogyen,
What a vast difference?I'm still miles behind and its many many miles.My poem is too direct and can be comprehended with such ease.You really know how to change an amateur poem into one written by a real professional poet.Good, I am learning from the gift that you have and please keep giving that golden touch to my poems whenever you have time to spare.I really appreciate what you have done.You're good, a good Dharma sister.
nirmal
You are the poet. I am the reader/fan. In a way, it's fan-poetry. HAHA. I only reply because your poems reveal themselves to me. Like you put this rough diamond there, and I see the gem of what you're trying to say. Does that make sense? It's just an editor's eye perhaps you just need a second pair of eyes to find what is in your work already. I gladly read. Sometimes things jump out at me, sometimes they don't. When they do, I respond. Keep writing, your stuff has real potential!!
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The Heart Drive - nosce te ipsum
"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget." –Arundhati Roy
The Heart Drive - nosce te ipsum
"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget." –Arundhati Roy
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This is soooo powerful, but needs something. I don't know what yet, but what I bolded I sense holds the kernel of power for this piece. The whole concept of the poem about awakening I sense lies in this line. It is the cyclical existence of repetition... if it comes to me, I'll let you know.nirmal wrote:Birth Will Come
Awakening
Fully completely
Transform your personality will
Erasing your filthy past
The bad sage Saul
Birthed into St. Paul
Don't condemn yourself
How low
Small
How bad you've been
The chance to transform
Awaits any true seeker
Freedom to attain
Bondage and miseries ooze
In that precious second
You enlighten yourself
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The Heart Drive - nosce te ipsum
"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget." –Arundhati Roy
The Heart Drive - nosce te ipsum
"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget." –Arundhati Roy
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EGO
Ego,
The invisible veil
Uproots the aspirant
Darkening his learning process
Isolates him
Dis-communicates him
From his conscience,his Guru,
And without austerities
Without modifications
Knowledge flows down the drain
Ego
The great barrier
Sinks the faculty of discrimination
If left unsharpened
Reasoning malfunctions
Leaving no clarity of mind
A clouded mind
Bad for the path to Enlightenment
Good for the path to Confusion.
Ego,
The invisible veil
Uproots the aspirant
Darkening his learning process
Isolates him
Dis-communicates him
From his conscience,his Guru,
And without austerities
Without modifications
Knowledge flows down the drain
Ego
The great barrier
Sinks the faculty of discrimination
If left unsharpened
Reasoning malfunctions
Leaving no clarity of mind
A clouded mind
Bad for the path to Enlightenment
Good for the path to Confusion.
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Production
So much confusion
By-product of renunciates
Imposing rigid discipline
Producing dishonest students
Hypocritical to the degree of infinity
Causing conflicts
Within without
Reflect the indication
One is not
On the path of spirituality.
So much confusion
By-product of renunciates
Imposing rigid discipline
Producing dishonest students
Hypocritical to the degree of infinity
Causing conflicts
Within without
Reflect the indication
One is not
On the path of spirituality.
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Welcomed Interruptions
Faith and determination
Rungs on the ladder of enlightenment
Enlightenment can be spoken
Written
Yet never realized
Without faith we bloom intellectual knowledge
With faith we see the most subtle chambers
Determination bulldozes frustrating obstacles
Building the very basis of success
Within and without
The power of determination melts impossibility
We can do it
We have to do it
We have the means to do it
But we don't want to do it
Allowing constant interruptions to willingly bar
The one desired goal
Faith and determination
Rungs on the ladder of enlightenment
Enlightenment can be spoken
Written
Yet never realized
Without faith we bloom intellectual knowledge
With faith we see the most subtle chambers
Determination bulldozes frustrating obstacles
Building the very basis of success
Within and without
The power of determination melts impossibility
We can do it
We have to do it
We have the means to do it
But we don't want to do it
Allowing constant interruptions to willingly bar
The one desired goal
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New Feather
Old age, the new childhood
Full of follies, hallucinations
The aged spiritual, the much wiser
Mind purified, energies mastered
Like a camel with water control
Runs from physical to non-physical planes
His father his mother
He couldn't bother
Could I ever be another
To have this new feather?
Old age, the new childhood
Full of follies, hallucinations
The aged spiritual, the much wiser
Mind purified, energies mastered
Like a camel with water control
Runs from physical to non-physical planes
His father his mother
He couldn't bother
Could I ever be another
To have this new feather?
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Making Death A Joy
Mantra
A syllable, set of words
Automatically stored
In the unconscious mind
Unaware,unknown to us
Upon death
The ignorant is frightened
The spiritual one is guided
By the stock in his store
Our mantra will peacefully lead
Through darkness
Becoming the torch bearer
Between death and birth
Make mantra, a rare friend
Needed here and hereafter
Let it create the deep grooves
For our minds to follow spontaneously
Our bodies are garments
Cast them off with ease
Keeping the mantra within our lips
Making death a joy
Boy oh boy.
Mantra
A syllable, set of words
Automatically stored
In the unconscious mind
Unaware,unknown to us
Upon death
The ignorant is frightened
The spiritual one is guided
By the stock in his store
Our mantra will peacefully lead
Through darkness
Becoming the torch bearer
Between death and birth
Make mantra, a rare friend
Needed here and hereafter
Let it create the deep grooves
For our minds to follow spontaneously
Our bodies are garments
Cast them off with ease
Keeping the mantra within our lips
Making death a joy
Boy oh boy.
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IF
If I build a temple to pray
Where would the homeless their heads lay?
If I choose a path to stick and stay
Why do I fear of losing my way?
If I shop for clothes to keep me warm
How will my internal-fire ever storm?
If I seek cash from dusk to dawn
Would my internal gems be lost and gone?
If I build a temple to pray
Where would the homeless their heads lay?
If I choose a path to stick and stay
Why do I fear of losing my way?
If I shop for clothes to keep me warm
How will my internal-fire ever storm?
If I seek cash from dusk to dawn
Would my internal gems be lost and gone?
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I'm Glad My Parents Died
I'm happy that my parents died
They bloated me with such great pride
Mind essence, how do I write?
No fearing,no craving ,nothing to hide
Freedom from them should be the guide
With the joy of their death I never cried
I'm not in sorrow
Nor will I be tomorrow
Nothing is the matter
As life without them would be better
Their death is not at all a bother
Now wisdom and merit can join together
My path will be without any flutter
As Anger was my father
Attachment my mother.
I'm happy that my parents died
They bloated me with such great pride
Mind essence, how do I write?
No fearing,no craving ,nothing to hide
Freedom from them should be the guide
With the joy of their death I never cried
I'm not in sorrow
Nor will I be tomorrow
Nothing is the matter
As life without them would be better
Their death is not at all a bother
Now wisdom and merit can join together
My path will be without any flutter
As Anger was my father
Attachment my mother.
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GU RU
Gu indicates darkness
Ru denotes light
Guru dispels darkness of ignorance
Making humanity shiny bright
Remaining unattached he will gloat
Spiritual love is all over his coat
A guru is a solid boat
For crossing the river afloat
Hang on to him not
Worshiping him is out of thought
He should receive love and respect
Our gratitude he does not expect
If he brings Buddha to me
The first bow will go to him
Buddha will be next in line
For giving me a guru so fine.
Gu indicates darkness
Ru denotes light
Guru dispels darkness of ignorance
Making humanity shiny bright
Remaining unattached he will gloat
Spiritual love is all over his coat
A guru is a solid boat
For crossing the river afloat
Hang on to him not
Worshiping him is out of thought
He should receive love and respect
Our gratitude he does not expect
If he brings Buddha to me
The first bow will go to him
Buddha will be next in line
For giving me a guru so fine.
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The Paths
Before me two paths lay
The choice is mine to go either way
One in the world of action
The other of renunciation
None inferior
None superior
Living, working, having a family
Do not condemn I totally
It furnishes the means of living
So time consuming
The other ample time giving
For spiritual practice
Limit in clothing, shelter and food
With meditation always in the mood
Honesty, sincerity, truthfulness, faithfulness
Has to be in both paths
For I have met householders far superior
And renunciates surprisingly inferior
The internal conditions hold the key
Both paths come without a fee.
Before me two paths lay
The choice is mine to go either way
One in the world of action
The other of renunciation
None inferior
None superior
Living, working, having a family
Do not condemn I totally
It furnishes the means of living
So time consuming
The other ample time giving
For spiritual practice
Limit in clothing, shelter and food
With meditation always in the mood
Honesty, sincerity, truthfulness, faithfulness
Has to be in both paths
For I have met householders far superior
And renunciates surprisingly inferior
The internal conditions hold the key
Both paths come without a fee.
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The apprentice
I let the hen into the coop
Left the hawk to fly the sky
I attached myself to Buddha's hook
Picked up the Dharma by and by
Being new as an apprentice
Twas like climbing a hill's culmination
And during my Samantha practice
I slept soundly in meditation
Downwards flowed my energy
Passing through my penis
Like a drooping little dogy
It leaked through my anus
A beginner should sleep lying down
Never in a meditative position
How could I get Buddha's crown
I'm no hermit, lacked internal bombination.
I let the hen into the coop
Left the hawk to fly the sky
I attached myself to Buddha's hook
Picked up the Dharma by and by
Being new as an apprentice
Twas like climbing a hill's culmination
And during my Samantha practice
I slept soundly in meditation
Downwards flowed my energy
Passing through my penis
Like a drooping little dogy
It leaked through my anus
A beginner should sleep lying down
Never in a meditative position
How could I get Buddha's crown
I'm no hermit, lacked internal bombination.
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The lion and the Mouse
We'll reach Buddhaland, the same kind
We'll go our way with the joy we find
Clearly we see bliss is void of substance
Yet we see things with a vast difference
The lion was saved by a mouse so bold
Over and over this story we've been told
My little mouse, the local god
Bail me, I'm Buddha Lion's od
We've lots of ideas old and new
Yet we can't see the real face of the view
It's good to let the mind be clear
The Mouse and the Lion will still appear.
We'll reach Buddhaland, the same kind
We'll go our way with the joy we find
Clearly we see bliss is void of substance
Yet we see things with a vast difference
The lion was saved by a mouse so bold
Over and over this story we've been told
My little mouse, the local god
Bail me, I'm Buddha Lion's od
We've lots of ideas old and new
Yet we can't see the real face of the view
It's good to let the mind be clear
The Mouse and the Lion will still appear.
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Without Pride of Tide
The voice of silence is supreme
Beyond all levels of consciousness
All methods of communication
We should jack up listening
Stop opposing
Stop arguing with sagas
Just enjoy their presence
Silence will give us everything
Everything the world can never give
Be like a corpse without pride
A sea without tide
The voice of silence is supreme
Beyond all levels of consciousness
All methods of communication
We should jack up listening
Stop opposing
Stop arguing with sagas
Just enjoy their presence
Silence will give us everything
Everything the world can never give
Be like a corpse without pride
A sea without tide
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This last one Nirmal is interesting. especially the first three lines and the last two...
The voice of silence is supreme
Beyond all levels of consciousness
All methods of communication
Be like a corpse without pride
A sea without tide
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The Heart Drive - nosce te ipsum
"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget." –Arundhati Roy
The Heart Drive - nosce te ipsum
"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget." –Arundhati Roy
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You gave it a touch of a poet in just a few lines. Thanks and keep the comments coming.Ogyen wrote:This last one Nirmal is interesting. especially the first three lines and the last two...
The voice of silence is supreme
Beyond all levels of consciousness
All methods of communication
Be like a corpse without pride
A sea without tide