"enlightment" poems
Feelings, the treasure of ones heart,
A flame, cast ablaze by the purity of righteousness, warm alike sunlight, yet not as burning or uncomfortably hot if exposed too long,
As embracing, as a motherly tugging hug, full of love and dearness,
It feels so gentle, like a soft breeze, sweetly touching the blossoming petals, after a soft rain pours water over their delicate, little bodies,
So warm, as if enlightment were close to reach beyond the border of consciousness, growing strong and happy, alike a peach tree,
Celestial is what it tastes like, sweeping over my transience in awe,
It is but an emotion, which would soften a stone hard heart and make it alike cotton and wonderfully sweet as candy from amongst heaven,
Inner peace, served on a golden plate behind a courtain of sunlight, describing the greatest pleasure,your drink and thankfulness for what you have, without greed, the desire to have more, despising violence,
And even though humans will keep on living, such whilst being in a wretched, poor state, destined to fight on and hope for the better,
Living, is what I find very beautiful.
~ Umi
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
oh, how you shine
ten billion stars
all in your two eyes
when I reach for you
it's zero gravity
nerves like electricity
what covers me, is
ten billion stars tingling
i can feel nothing else
entangling yourself to me
ten billion stars
have shown me
enlightment
oh how i want to love
each and every atom
of every dead star
remember every birth
ten billion is a lot
but here, in this moment
i can taste your worth
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 3:02 AM UTC
Patterned patents of black and white,
Stripes in vertical lines, swirls encircled
One point view and paths within a maze
Weary of single sided mirrored reality?
Look through my eyes, see elongated pupil
Let me be your mirror of a surreal reality
Where birds squint and fleet, feel and squeeze
Catch the breath and inhale the beauty
See the colored landscape of the universe
Walk on the aisles lighted with magnificence
Float in intermittent dimensional zones
Touch the peace within the chaotic world
For there was a time my mind and logic raced
Crazed with fear and delusional love cages
Fade in the wonder, bounce to enlightment
Pounce to freedom, be the wave of the essence
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC
Donate to me your time.
And I'll forever give you all of mine.
You wouldn't have to wonder.
Where I'll be?
For you will be right beside me.
We'll be unseperable.
That friends/kins will question that about us.
So, donate me your time.
I'll be the radiance of the sun keeping you smiling.
I will.
I know I can.
It's true.
I see this daily in you.
I'll be the enlightment of the moon glow.
That enhances your eyes to glow more.
Yes, I will.
My love will seal this deal.
Donate to me your time.
I'm asking you.
And requesting it too.
There's no reasons for anyone to be alone.
Unless they chose to be.
But concerning you.
If you're seeking love.
Then like the Temptations, I'm beggging you.
To donate to me your time.
I spoke for it.
And if I must I'll vote for it.
I know , if I was in a competition.
I would win.
I admit to myelf without being conceited.
I'm a very good man.
Think about it.
Ponder it.
Then when you find truth within my message.
Donate to me your time.
This a winning proposition.
Which I shouldn't have to mention.
Truth always wins out.
When you let the answer come out of your mouth.
Remember, I'll forever give you mine.
If you donate to me your time.
Love don't have to take so long.
Give it up.
And come along.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 8:47 AM UTC
I feel delighted to have a curse on me,
may be this gift me a reason,
to get an acquaintance or to seek
what they call enlightment to see.
like every step i miss a day,
or slip down off that cliff,
each wonder tell me why
i need to stand up straight again.
To no one's surprise i weep and cry
as we week creaturs do
and i blame God ,but not myself
for each wrong i do!
but still the spark does'nt get dim,
because everytime i get the light,
to burn that defeat inside
and begin with a new shine.
the story of tiny ant still strikes my mind
which i always ignored when i ws a child
yet it is somewhere in my mind
and helps me to get wt i desire to find.
so the quote''COURAGE & HARDWORK' never fails'',
always return its promised meaning
that i shall stand after my defeat
to rule the world again......
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 6:43 AM UTC
Took a while to realize that my words revolved around desires
worlds apart were my enquires and my heart on fire
As I claimed to be searching for enlightment my hands were grappling infatuation
In denile I stood, claiming myself to not be hood but doing good and only slightly misunderstood
Mistaken I was
Lacking a clear perspective, a fool I was
As time progressed I became more effective when it came to reaching my objective
Because unless you're slightly introspective, and selective of those you allow to surround you, my life can do without you.
Ignorance isn't bliss
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
If you are always gloomy when everything looks normal
If you are in dilemma what is right and what is wrong
If you are not able to decide which way to go
If you have been thinking of that freedom you want,
Then remember it’s not always poor to be unhappy
Many enlightened masters have felt this usually
Thus they chose their own path to find out the reason
And finally they were there with their principles, when they finished their path
Their path towards enlightenment,
Don’t be upset when you see others happy and you couldn’t make
Remember that they are following those principles provided
And you have rather chose your own path
Your own path towards your enlightenment
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
Roja... Roja...
I watch her padding along The Sacred Ganges, so dreamy.
Looking all radiant in her red sari, satisfying my heart so weary.
For The Gods have embodied their most beautiful chant into you.
Like a bell that chimes in a distant soothing the night prayers so true.
Oh Roja....
You are the most sacred chant i have ever heard.
The most beautiful song i have ever sung.
For your heart is like a temple and i am a pilgrim in searching for peace and enlightment.
I am taking shelter from rain and sun in your enjoyment.
Roja... Roja...
I want to play my sitar and dance my songs away.
My songs would seep under your sari as i touch your skin in such a way.
My fingers would dance along the river of your shiny hair so deep.
Like a gentle summer breeze swirling through the leaves of a tree.
Roja... Roja...
My heart will dwell in your temple forever.
I will pour my songs at your feet and my journey i sever.
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 10:19 AM UTC
Fallen Fables Forgoten Forever Frightenly Following Forceful Kings, Ruled Without Purpose And Gain, Fascinated By The Greatness Only Imagined, Fighting For Chances To Break Free And Fly High Above The World To The Highest Power, Along With Enlightment And The Truth Of Self Beauty And Wisdom They Crave To Experience, Ultimately Tripping And Forever Being Trapped Watching The Blessed And HardWorking Ones Become The Imaginable.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
I feel delighted to have a curse on me,
may be this gift me a reason,
to get an acquaintance or to seek
what they call enlightment to see.
like every step i miss a day,
or slip down off that cliff,
each wonder tell me why
i need to stand up straight again.
To no one's surprise i weep and cry
as we week creaturs do
and i blame God ,but not myself
for each wrong i do!
but still the spark does'nt get dim,
because everytime i get the light,
to burn that defeat inside
and begin with a new shine.
the story of tiny ant still strikes my mind
which i always ignored when i ws a child
yet it is somewhere in my mind
and helps me to get wt i desire to find.
so the quote''COURAGE & HARDWORK' never fails'',
always return its promised meaning
that i shall stand after my defeat
to rule the world again......
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 6:43 AM UTC
She sits by her window everyday.
Waiting for her boys.
She has nothing to say.
Waiting for her boys.
She wakes up every morning just to look out the window.
Waiting for her boys.
Swirling around in the hall so narrow.
Waiting for her boys.
She prays every night to her sacred enlightment.
Waiting for her boys.
Wishing on a pure enjoyment.
Waiting for her boys.
Not the weak and vague scent of their presence hovering over her.
Till the day they come home safe and sound.
Till the day they come around.
Safe and sound.
Swirling around.
When the boys come home.
She will not feel lonesome.
And now waiting for her boys.
She collects their childhood toys.
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 11:17 AM UTC
Hunting in the forest of synchronicity
searching for the signs that manifest for me
Watching the stars for a path is key
trying to unlock the chest of humanity
Attempting to awaken the sleeping mind
discover the gifts ancients left behind
Embracing the power of mankind
Wishing the path to be defined
Into the clearing I stumble and fall
into a spiral of animals shouting the call
I stand in the middle stronge and tall
No longer a puppet, No more a rag doll
I will welcome the power given to me
and use it to set the goodness free
Wrapped in the enlightment I clearly see
There is much more for me to be
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 5:21 AM UTC
The Greatest Gift of the Enlightenment
A merciful machine is the guillotine
Empowering a compassionate society
To actuate therapy efficiently
Imagined by a diverse team of dreamers
Who saw what was why, and asked themselves why not
This greatest gift of the Enlightenment
Built using the latest technology
Sustainable wood from certified rainforests
And recycled metals crafted by artisans
Places the consumer at the center
Enhances higher order thinking skills
And promotes community values
Authentic ecosystem solutions
Embrace the needful progressive experience
A solution addressing social needs
And building teamwork across the spectrum
With voices for the voiceless voiced with love
And it all began with an idea, a dream
In someone’s kitchen, dorm room, or garage
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
THE HOURS COLLAPSE IN UPON THEMSELVES
(it doesn't take 20 yrs of "sitting" anymore
to find enlightment!)
just look around
and see that "TOTAL CATASTROPHE"
is in place
and
"to not join it!!!"
OBVIOUSLY!!!!!
Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 3:11 PM UTC
You write for enlightment
The purpose of writing
Is capturing a lightning
That is gone in a flash.
Being a poet is
Wrapping up flames
With nothing but paper
As the resultant ember
Becomes an assault
On the limitations
And confines
Placed on humanity.
Being a poet
Is being a star
That is either dead
Or carrying a burnt
Existence
Just to guide those
Who are lost
With the light of love.
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 8:08 PM UTC
Un-enlightenment was the trading
of collected ignorance that was sewn
on the eyes of so many individuals,
collecting in a mentality of blind illiteracy.
Detachment from the realities that were
shown before, but spectacles of onyx
kept them from seeing reality and all they
responded to was the illusion of there hearing.
Contagions were ingested within the falsity
of words collecting in mirages of there own.
But every consultation was a verse in reversed
wording collecting the meaning in other manners.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 5:54 PM UTC
Enlightenment passes beyond the sight.
May seem frightening to ignite your insight.
Comprehension is the key.
While other hides in condescension.
Lacking to understand the actuality of energy.
With our culture we fail to make refinements.
When awareness is thrown around as if it's opinions without any basis of actual facts.
As alignment is left on silent.
Other perceive so careless, selfish, just so contentious..most just collapse any genuine information regarding principles of ones own essence, unfortunately they resort to a close minded relapse.
So many are so skeptical..
Fill with delusions from "occult" propaganda and manipulation.
Leaving people barely in the eyes of enlightened comprehensible, instead of dimensional.
As many forget the trillion of constellations that are above us, nor explore such inadequate reasons for limitations for inspirations.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 9:43 AM UTC
Belonging
to unbelonging
was becoming a method
exploring the path.
In the backyard unpleasant fumes
were rising.
Nocturnal swoop of enlightment,
clearly becomes a festival
of yellow death.
Who was hiding the truth?
Flowering of the thought in sky
ripens cessation of grief.
Slopes and summits,
bring tears in eyes.
Solace of ancestral home
was gone. Bold ceilings were hung by ungodly fears.
Wet hands lift the body of past,
classical future was gleaming slowly.
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 11:17 PM UTC
Just how long must one decay.
Before enlightment knocks.
There must be a more sensible way.
Than merely staring at a sign.
"Under Construction".
Filling up the time with duplicates.
Hanging them to corresponding sites.
One for growing up.
A few for responsibilties.
Or just one to cover life In general.
Would it seem too ironic not to even finish the sign..
Or maybe just pesimism.
There are just too many negative adjectives to choose from.
With hands stained red from paint and blood.
One would be hard pressed to touch anything more.
Perhaps this is epifany in the making.
But to reach out to turn the pages
Means the story has yet to conclude.
So does remaining immobile.
Strip away existence.
Or just stall the darkness a bit more..
Either way.
The protagonist still draws breathe.
It is just a matter of how many more pages.
Until the last is drawn.
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC
Love.
Love has been so wonderful to me.
Personally speaking.
It has been a total joy for me.
No other feeling's has touched me more.
Then love.
Then pure love.
Anger makes you acts a certain way.
Hate makes you question's many things.
But love makes you bring the best to the table.
No pretending to love.
No acting out love.
Because the reality of truth will appear.
And then you begins to wonder about love.
Love.
Love has bought so much warmth to me.
In fact love has made me totally happy.
A light of enlightment is high lighted.
When love comes nears me.
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 9:56 PM UTC
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See !
( Tell me your name ! )
It ain't so easy
A lover can not save you
You are the universe
You are the child
Born for Eternity
///
( & the fallin rain )
•
We come from the vast shadows of all the alien places
•
To survive will take a miracle
( a Miracle )
•
We know it
But we are Afraid
///
Hero raga
Poem of enlightment
Drawn from the world of dreams
//
Little boy or girl
Hold on !
Perhaps (?)
Well
WHO CAN SAY ?
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
How my roots reached deep i dont understand,
Just a dip of the finger in honey was once
Then twice to hundreds of times,
I feel the thing taking over like a master sometimes
This aint honey any more
Now i feel im done, not defeated you know
Im done of my afflictions to this addiction
Time was true to my conviction before accusation,
Many days waiting for the planetary alignment
A single focus was after enlightment ,
the light to the darkness was my endowment,
Evade its craving and fate of the cascate as the beast chuckles on the feast
Enraged i clench my fist,
tragic loves and terrible betrayals its taste
The missed flights and broken plans
Judge not lest you be judged,
The beast in me demanding to be fed
What it asks is unnatural and weird,
Pushed a catholic for pork on lent
All my days fighting i spent
Sometimes i win this fight sometimes i lose to its palate,
thinning my wallet
But now am wise and i realise,
What am i even fighting for,
I call the shots and therefore,
The beast imma lock him up in darkness for ever,
The might of the conscious is bigger
Imma tap just to a quarter
Replace this bad habit and tell the devil to kiss my ***
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 5:59 AM UTC
Beauty of giving,
having the pleasure of living.
Sharing of knowledge,
beyond school and college.
The contentment of spreading
Joy and enlightment.
Removing the pain &
Creating divine environment.
Comfort someone with a helping hand,
a pinch of care & kindness to lend.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 11:23 PM UTC