Saguna

Children of plato, and plato himself
Who inhabit the developed west
Have attained understanding of Forms
A step away from what's beyond the forms

Maybe he existed merely to be a scribe
the true master socrates' back and side
Documenting dialogs, learning much
But realization seems beyond his touch

God, he percieves as a craftsman,
Thankfully, benovelent.
Gets it right when he sees the worldly forms
Are reflections made from the Divine forms

Never plunging into the abyss of bliss
Held back by railings of reason.
He sees the brilliant knowledge sun
But sees it as spun from reason

The Judge

times were such, we feared a Judge

who may rain fire, upon our frigid selves

we know better now, somehow

the Judge is the spirit within

 

where do we go from here?

how do dont judge ourselves into extinction?

witness our beings, know our self

its all well, when to us

                   so our Spirit's tells.

Invisible storm

A boy stared at the stars,
On a cool night in Bhayandar
No cloud between him and the stars
But heard a latent thunder

His mind in the stars
His eyes at the moon
Self realization waited
Then it was to soon

He lay in his bed,
Llooking with the mind's eye
Juggling realities unknown
That belong beyond the sky

Thinking of deep space
Of the human race
How small are we
In a cosmic pond, an invisible trace

padaha

miracle worker, en masse guru
soother master, i am not
you are not, we are not
...
...
...
yet

Lincoln on religion

Lincoln did not belong to any church, and avoided religious
discussions even with his best friends.

He quoted his friend in Indiana, Glenn's idea of religion, which he heard at a church meeting. "When I do good, I feel good, when I do bad I feel bad, and that's my religion."

Onset of madness

A relative became obsessed
With memorizing an English dictionary
Somewhere down the road, he went crazy
'Tis the dictionary drove him mad! Said relatives
No, madness drove him to read it, says me

Flying witches

Flying witches, slimy snitches,
Cast their spell on minds,
They come in quick, opportunistic speeds,
And snatch what they can find.

They bomb the being with
Blockages unclean, make you disbelieve
And take your faith.
Fear not, just raise yourself
From the grave they dug for themselves