"vedic" poems
Lies are lies
they deny you the truth.
Truth is truth
it denies you the lie.
when examined closely both are exactly the same.
They are interchangeable.
People that tell the "truth" to you are denying you lies.
How boring and dangerous and malevolent are people full of truth.
Choose your religious truth---
Christian truth.
Islamic truth.
Judaic truth.
Vedic Hindoo truth.
Buddist truth.
Capitalist truth.
Socialist truth.
Free market truth.
Managed market truth.
Monarchist truth.
Democratic truth.
Militarist truth.
Liberal truth.
Fascist truth.
People that tell lies to you are denying you truthfulness.
How boring and dangerous and malevolent are people full of lies.
Choose your lies.
Christian lies.
Islamic lies.
Judaic lies.
Vedic Hindoo lies.
Buddist lies.
Capitalist lies.
Socialist lies.
Free market lies.
Managed market lies.
Monarchist lies.
Democratic lies.
Militarist lies.
Liberal lies.
Fascist lies.
Truthfulness is neither truth nor lies.
It exists on its own.
Truthfulness is free of the Duality of Truth and Lies..
The individual Isness exists in the state of Separate and Merged with the Isness of the Universe.
Permanent Mindlessness is unconditional love--just ask any Dog or Cat.
The Mind separates us from the Isness of the Universe.
The Mind creates Duality which is governed by Conditional Love.
The individual Isness creates Unconditional Love(Consciousness) which is outside Duality.
Mind cannot create Unconditional Love.
The individual Isness cannot create Conditional Love.
If you have Mind/Conditioned Identity in your head you cannot love Unconditionally.
If you do not have Mind/Conditioned Identity then you can only love Unconditionally.
If you have Mind and Conditioned Identity you cannot be Merged with the Isness of the Universe.
If you are Mindless and Conditioned Identityless you are merged with the Isness of the Universe.
Conditional Love says I love you on Condition I can hate you.
Unconditional Love says I will never stop loving you but I may dissapprove of your actions but I will never hate you because I cannot hate..
Conditional Love is selective--it only applies to Family and Friends and fellow GroupMind members.
Unconditional Love is not selective--it applies to every living being--human or otherwise.
Unconditional Love does not see people as Friends and Enemies.
Unconditional Love sees people as individual Isness incarnated in bodies.
Humans are deceived by the Mind into believing that the Conditioned Identity is their true Identity and deceived by the Mind into believing that they should leave the running of their brains and therefore their lives to the Mind.
The individual Isness is a small but equal individual independent,
nameless,formless,genderless,autonomous portion of the Isness of the Universe that people controlled by Mind are taught to call a Soul.
The Soul is just another Mind created Conditioned Identity.
The Atman is just another Mind created Conditioned Identity.
The individual Isness is formed from a small but equal portion of the essence of the Isness of the Universe and incarnated in a Human Body of either Gender-_male or female of any skin colour.
www.beyondenlightenment.co.uk
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 1:24 AM UTC
Some of the first mecha featured in manga
& anime were super robots [スーパーロボット _sūpā robotto_],
ultimate, sometimes transforming into weapons
w/ superpowers. They are often one of a kind
products of an ancient civilization, aliens or
mad genius, are usually piloted by Japanese teenagers
& often powered by mystical or exotic energy sources;
Getter Rays, Photonic Energy, Ide, Spiral Power &c.
Sometimes they are formed from
a combination of a few weaker robots;
their abilities described as "quasi-magical";
w/ Miss America becoming less & less
a beauty pageant, it's only a matter of time
before Medusa inherits the mantle;
the revived gods of the ancient world
crossing the rainbow bridge to do battle w/
high-tech monster robots; AI meaning nothing to a flying fist;
Apotheosis, from Greek ἀποθέωσις from ἀποθεοῦν,
apotheoun "to deify"; in Latin deificatio "make divine";
also called divinization & deification;
is the glorification of a subject to divine level;
The term has meanings in theology, where it refers to a belief in art where it refers to a genre;
Defecation is the final act of digestion,
by which organisms eliminate solid, semisolid,
or liquid waste material from the digestive tract via the ****
Humans expel feces w/ a frequency varying
from a few times daily to a few times weekly;
Waves of muscular contraction known as peristalsis
in the walls of the colon move ***** matter
through the digestive tract towards the ******
Undigested food may also be expelled this way,
in a process called _egestion_
Open defecation, the practice of defecating outside
w/out using a toilet of any kind,
is still widespread in some countries,
for example in India, home of the
heroic deities of Hinduism that evolved
from the Vedic era 2nd millennium BCE
through the medieval era, 1st millennium CE
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC
Shall we drown together in deep lagoons of forensic cognitions, my seductress of medieval echelons?
As your mouth is already full, I strongly recommend that you masticate that which you initially intended to ingest.
We could become spellbound by the moon. What do you think my Vedic chant of austere arrhythmias?
I suggest that we simply need to interact without reserve amidst this toxicity of inhibition. The sound of the violin is hauntingly beautiful as it conveys literary intensity.
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
***I'm so glad you finally got it
you bring your own best friend
if not you'd be your own worst enemy***
*Hahaha true
I know you too
You meant to say*
'I have a friend in you'
*How many friends
Have you in there
who are they true
Oh yes, hahaha
some dyslexic me's
haha ***
funny right
cute tho too
You just imagine
being wrapped up
So often not knowing
who's who or where
One begins or
if another ends
so part the issue*
***I'm not sure Sa Sun
its hard to tell who's***
*Friend who's enemy
they all wear a smile*
Okay so well...
***Architect be
midwife see
Wooing enabling
one best outcome of
both mother and child...
Simply that to the finest
health and loving environment
of...
hearts, hands and arms
of the three***
*So who and or what is this child
therefore too the mother or bride
back to jesus and vedic speak
are we not with child already...*
***Is that kingdom
at our hands...
Is expected or not***
*Bridegroom considered
male spiritual energy of God in all creation
kind of dualistic temporarily and artificial
our own making for this while only
so the Bride is Manifest Creation
or here we consider first of as
primary too our existence
this earth first or mostly
thus mother is female*
***Afu and Ra with Ka
Ra as Bridegroom
male spiritual too
Ka powering Is..
Is forgiving all
that brings
us back
into
S C
I L R T
N U A I Y
G***
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
clay-baked women beat their clothes
clean on river rocks at dawn
cook rice and dal on an open
communal hearth
beneath a natural lantern
of Indian stars
for 20 rupees a day, roughly
half a buck
I have seen men and women tie
rags to cushion their heads
towing heavy mortar
for new construction
yet there is always a
brotherly smile gleaming
and sisterly hands eager to share
what meager provisions earned
these are no feeble folk
no fashion slaves or mere mortals
melodious bhajans mingle with
the sweat from their brows
and mantras, leelas of God
echo through the
Taj Mahal temples of their hearts
I raise my bhakti glass to the
backbone of India
Her kundalini rising
innocent, humble
village peasantry
true priests
gopikas and gopalas
who actually live
the Vedic life
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 9:16 PM UTC
We will start with every Jew of every sect.
then every Muslim of every sect.
then every Christian of every sect.
then every Buddist of every sect.
Then every Vedic Hindu of every sect.
then every Animist of every sect.
then every New Ager of every sect.
then every person who lives "religiously".
then every person who "believes in and worships" any "god" or "goddess".
then every person of either *** or any of the five skin colours.
then the redheads.
then the disabled.
then the "gays" male or female.
then the "Politicians" of any belief.
then every member or supporter of any Oligarchy anywhere.
then every Capitalist and supporters of every sect.
then every Socialist and supporters of every sect.
then every Liberal and supporters of every sect.
then every Monarchist and supporters of every sect.
then every "aristocrat" and their supporters.
then every Militarist and supporters of every sect.
then every Fascist and supporters of every sect.
then every "Freedom" lover of whatever belief.
then every Revolutionary and supporters of whatever cause.
then every Criminal of whatever crime.
every Hippy.
every Ecofreak.
every alcoholic user.
every tobacco smoker.
every Cannabis smoker.
every priest of every "religion"
every Khat chewer.
every ***** of any junk.
every celebrity especially public ones.
every historian.
every novelist.
every poet.
every lecturer.
every expert.
every "adviser".
every spokesperson.
every print or electronic journalist especially.
every Television chat show host.
every one else.
Its the only way to get neither War nor Peace
on this war ravaged planet,
but simple existence without any corruption or criminality.
and then who will be left?.
NO ONE!!
Except me and my twin flame
and oh boy will we have a great time of it.
Alone but all one.
just us and the Isness of the Universe.
wandering this beautiful playground gifted to us by the Isness of the Universe.
The Isness of the Universe to walk with and talk with.
Fruit hanging from trees .
Cold clear waters to drink.
Nuts to crunch.
oh and Amber our huge sheppie--
connosseur of Pork Crackling
and doggy nonsense and wisdom.
www.thefournobletruthsrevised.co.uk
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
It's good to be an ugly gal.
No one man will ever hold the door,
or dare to call me a *****
Having a sober conversation,
knowing no man is never looking to score.
Having a drunk conversation ,
knowing he is ready to do me on the very same floor.
I master my detective skills,
finding out about all of his side thrills
Acquiring medical degrees,
when he confesses what those warts may be.
Becoming a priestess, through Vedic *** tricks
hoping he falls in love through his stick
Most of all a sense of humor,
because what pretty girl could write this sick?
Apr 14, 2010
Apr 14, 2010 at 11:33 PM UTC
Incense mists rise from
the beautifully decorated altar
bowls of prasadam
bananas, apples, bright oranges
offered at Your Lotus Feet
Vedic hymns
hypnotic, chants
flood the prayer room
I gaze through the smoke and fog
my eyes tightly shut
sound asleep
feels like aeons
how I pray to awaken
at long last
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
angelic auras dance through heaven
as death's dark glance
awakens feeling
tender cold touch
of quickly fading reality
of what hope is there
in disintegration
captivated by poetry
hints of immortality
not in it for the money
or material satisfaction
for that too,
is,
disintegration
oh then where
is peace to hold
please don't pretend
you've found the gold
i've been to church
the temple too
and in them i've found
nothing true
None can live
with fading hope
oh the atheist lies
with life
she can't cope
transcend the planes
life's labels fly away
lost in mara, or hade's aura
find me here
a head in the clouds
I lost my identity
of fading mist
I met a monk, of Vedic law
I met a Christian who knew it all
I met a man who lived for wealth
and a nun of repressed desire
now here I stand
in non-belonging
though in this place,
i've found...
my real belonging
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 4:07 PM UTC
Is there a kind war?
happy dying star?
Isn't love without sacrifice-
a rose devoid of scent?
A deep realization,
that perfection is the
fragrance of resonating hearts-
can sustain bond; love would burn
even in times of intense pain,
then we would forget,
anything that would come between.
When I began the walk, down the path of life,
you joined hands without knowing what to ask,
what is that awaits us, how would we know,
taking your hand, I vowed,
everything is for you till the end,
The winds may change,
the path could be strewn with thorns,
fraught with adversities,
in this journey we may falter, even fall,
I know this in my heart,
still you'd whisper soft:
"we were united by sacrificial fire
how could we ever separate?"
a Vedic right passed on to us
through millennia, we still embrace,
Can just a chant be that magical,
make hearts meld together?
Am I limiting my chances , of pain
by putting a blind on your eyes?
Even if I tell that you won't take it
not even for a moment.
*Every time your eyes flood,
your lips tremble like dragon flies,
a stab in my heart I feel, it bleeds,
I hold your hand,tight
I hear my lips whisper
" Sacrificial Fire is our witness"*
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 11:03 AM UTC
Yasna 28, Verse 6
by Zarathustra/Zoroaster
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Lead us to pure thought and truth
by your sacred word and long-enduring assistance,
O, eternal Giver of the gifts of righteousness.
O, wise Lord, grant us spiritual strength and joy;
help us overcome our enemies’ enmity!
Translator’s Note: The Gathas consist of 17 hymns believed to have been composed by Zarathustra (Zoroaster), whose compositions may date as far back as 1700 BC, although there is no scholarly consensus as to when he lived. These hymns form the core of the Zoroastrian liturgy called the Yasna. The language employed, Gathic or Old Avestan, is related to the proto-Indo-Iranian and proto-Iranian languages and to Vedic Sanskrit. The Oxford Dictionary of Philosophy deems Zoroaster to have been the first philosopher. Zoroaster has also been called the father of ethics, the first rationalist and the first monotheist. In the original texts, Ahura Mazda means “wise Lord” or “Lord of Wisdom” while Vohuman/Vohu Manah represents pure thought and righteousness and Asha represents truth. Angra Mainyu was the chief evil entity, a precursor of Satan. Keywords/Tags: Zarathustra, Zoroaster, Yasna, Gathas, Avestan, mrbtr, Spiritual, Prayer, God, Righteousness, Holiness, Purity, Grace, Protection
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 12:45 AM UTC
The dizziness shrouds me as fog around a hill
All images fade around as pills in me fill
Duty loaded nurses curse as cries **** the sleep
Poison from planes in plains brings dark sleep.
All along the plains as the Lord of Wars in bars
Sit in fit and guffaw as the savages in wars.
Eat they though human flesh stinging hot blood
Savages won’t **** their children cruel as the flood.
Speaking much of holy Bible and holy Qur’an ,
We speak proudly of Vedic text tells Love to man
Socrates and Plato died ,died Gandhi for the Truth
Even now we keep away from Truth lighted path.
Life around us moves now as victim of the drugs
Hence turn to Right Path , and save us from the crux.
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
Recollected memory is subject to a host of ancient inaccuracies, where psychoactive crises are currently attributed to ghosts of a distant netherworld.
Have you ever wrapped your hands around the power of a train as it meanders down the tracks of contemplation into the distance of realisation? How loud is the scream of the butterfly?
I fully appreciate that there is a difference between visual and auditory senses, even though one may see with their ears and hear with their eyes.
Can you taste the classical mantras of sanskritic language where vedic chants find solace in the bridge of the sitar?
How phenomenological! I can feel your trembling pulse, my antiquarian partner of contemporary lusts.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
To My Love:
XI.XXIII.MMXV
An Ode to Us
As we celebrate our anniversary of sacred marriage, we reflect on all we have learned and grown over our past years together. How we've managed to pull ourselves out of the darkness of our unhappy, broken lives by working together and being together; supporting and pushing each other on. From anger and depression to slowly working towards love and now light.
We've learned to embrace the simplicity of life. To slow down, step back and enjoy the ride. To appreciate being wrong about decisions, seeking answers in our mistakes. Going down that road again with awareness to find where we went off course then of course, leading each other back to the center of love and consciousness sought by those seeking to do right. The sacred path of the Gods before us, through inner guidance of their energies, uniting us with the Spirit, the Creator of the Cosmos through a powerful enlightenment we can only reach through Love and Dedication, leading us to the utmost center of eternal inner peace.
As we reflect on all that we physically possess as one, we realize, while we have many treasures, they are of sentimental value. Our belongings tell a story. About us. About our adventures together. About our pasts and past-times, our struggles and our victories. Pictures on the wall. Artwork. Books. Sticky notes lying around the house with words of wisdom, beliefs and healing, ancient proverbs and vedic quotes. Herbs and crystals for magic, cards and seashells for fun. Drawings and doodles and scribbles and paintings, flowers from first dates and memories and thoughts etched within the caves and wires of this computer, as if they were etched in stone.
We smile with delight as we recognize wishes, desires and dreams come true. Learning to enjoy the quiet times, surrounded by nature as we lie in the sand, listening to the waves or simply looking out our window, gazing into the beauties of this world that are right within our view. Our hearts beating in rhythm, holding hands and breathing slow, embracing each other with gratitude for all we have become, all we intend to be, and all we manifest together within the nature of our realm. The world we create together, growing stronger and more vibrant with each day, the presence of joy when you sit back in reverence, having faith in each other and in tomorrow as a brand new day.
Always and forever yours,
Me.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 9:06 PM UTC
The Sadhana of God's Love
is a blissful employment
from rising sunlit tides of dawn
to iridescent dusk
my hymn floods
the rubescent horizon
Spending time with You,
Divine Self
soothes the furrowed brow
heals the broken heart
Lilac shadows steal through the
Prayer room
delicate footprints
Gods and Goddesses
make their presence
known
Happily I ignite
warm, inviting glow
candlight and camphor incense
while settling down softly
in
the blue meditation chair
my gaze ascends
venerated, timeless vedic scriptures
unfold
beautiful words, fragrant pinions
waft through the universe
recalling God's majesty and glory
Hari
!
Your myriad names and leelas
a glorious testament, celebration
to all that is good and virtuous
dances
across my japa mala
anointing body, mind and spirit
with true peace
Gossamer wings brush
past my flushed face
shimmering in the quicksilver luminosity
I feel You so radiantly near
Yes, it is possible
with dedicated devotion
and spiritual practice
for us to experience the
ineffable Presence of God
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC
Black Women with the Ability to Study the Bible,
Museums Return to Kuhn, Time of Free Time Jade
West West Vedantas, 1000 Conscious View,
Ludwigsburg VZAN No People Born of Lace.
Glory is the opposite of the town's
****** illness; Government of the State Vezzer.
Vezer Hoshiboshi. Work. The world's ruins are at the end of the world,
at the corner of Tostovo, in the hills of Horton,
and in the beams of Asia, the old prince, my water,
the glory of my son, the passages, the glass, the stars,
the children's streets. Glasses, astonishing cosmic crown.
When star stared at a starring band with a song,
and a look at some kind of cousin of the Jews,
such as Russia, Joo Boeh popped up podcasts.
***** Duplication Pages - Netsukoe,
Latin Letters School Vedic School, Tou Tum;
Christopher's possession is important.
Black Women Study the Bible, Museums Return to Quan,
Free Time West West Vacations, 1000 Conscious View,
Ludwigsburg VZAN No People Born Lace. Glory
is the opposite of the ****** of the city,
the government's vegan government. Vezer Hoshiboshi. Work.
World Heritage Sites: Earth's Areas, Titus,
Horoscapes,
and Asia Piers, The Old Prince, My Water, ||
My Child's Dignity,
The Passages, the Glass, Stars, The Children's Way. Glasses,
a spectacular cosmic universe.
When the stars glanced at the sound of music
in the sound of music ||
and watched the eyes of the Jews in Russia,
they popped up podcasts.
Dust Removal Pages - Netsuko, Latin Letters School Vedic School,
Toum Tum; The property of Christopher's property
is also important.||||
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
Irrational The Terrorist (a follow-up to After A Terror Deed…)
There’s no such thing as ‘non-believer’:
All believe in something.
Family, sky, the Vedic I,
The name ‘non’ – anything misnomer.
Those who slaughter
In the name of heaven, waiting virgins, angels,
Paradise, God knows what else,
Where lion vegetarians
Meet bird and man as ***** friends…
They do no know life’s real ends.
True, misconceived, a pictured or imagined thing
So strong that it gives murdering
A face,
It makes the law-abiding jaundiced,
And, like me, seeing irrationality
In well meant terror dogma-bent
As pure one hundred one percent
Insanity.
Irrational The Terrorist 4.8.2017
Our Times, Our Culture II;
Arlene Corwin
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 12:44 PM UTC
BEING BROWN
My color does not rub off
on any one, said the brown
to the white, nor does it pale
on being exposed to you
we could share the same spa, the water will not change color
Don’t turn your face, your
back speaks the same language
as your steps echo the thoughts
laid bare, I may not react but
leave, turn back, with my body
dripping drops of abject dismay
You become the looking glass, denying
me my reflection, as in life everything
is a cause and effect, as are we, of the
same cause, two different effects, just
the same causes presented differently,
such is the way of our known world
Each time distaste is displayed, the
belief rises from layers of your past
to rèflect on your being - though
the scriptures prohibit, convenience
beckons and provides the blinkers
in this sequestered life of choosing
* ‘Tat tvam asi’ – you are what
you are – and I am the beautiful
me, without bleach and beyond the
veil – and, are we not all travelers
in search of the truth from the finite
to the infinite, in our equal existence
You do not get everything you
desire, since your life is chained to
your **karma – your choices form
your destiny – not always in
black and white but often displayed
in many shades, mostly in between
We are a part of the form and the
formless, You can hurt the brown in
the form not in the Formless, so do
not judge - as you will be carrying
The baggage of a your fears in your
form searching the formless in time
In dreams that shelter hope, you
live, with goals that were never
complete - despite the faith or the
lack of it - as they ignored much of
the colour around – do your worst,
as the best in me, is yet to come
We will all be probably born again,
when the colours of this life change
our present life may dictate the next
as the past catches up in time, and
perhaps, we will meet once again,
when I am white and you brown
SUDHIR DIWAN 54 lines
Vedic literature
* ‘Tat tvam asi’ - you are what you are
and
**‘Karma’ – your good or bad deeds
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
Swami Krishna's eyes flashed
lightning bolts illumining his round, brahmin
raincloud colored face.
Igniting logs in the huge fire pit
for our ancestral puja
he chanted ancient vedic hymns,
it was a beautiful offering on
this venerable Sunday morning.
Rites for remembering ancestors
is a tradition in many cultures,
not so much in the west.
Swami Krishna elaborated on its
importance:
We thank them for the good,
for laying the groundwork and support of
our lineage.
We remember them with
love and gratitude,
he stated, wrapping the yellow and red
priestly shawl closer to his body.
Strong, musky, acrid, odor of wood burning
stung our nostrils
one by one, ritualistically we added
ghee, incense sticks, flowers, herbs
and rice to the auspicious serpentine
flames
I could sense my mother near
spicy whiff of curry and channel no. 5
mixing with clouds of smoke
A secret door slowly opened in the heavens
as a procession of ghostly relatives
took their place around the blazing havan
It was almost high noon
and Surya, the Sun God
halted His brilliant chariot
driven by 7 rainbow hued horses
Hovering mid-air over our holy gathering
He raised His Golden Hands in Blessing
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 3:53 PM UTC
Grow up, yes.
Old, no.
Possible?
There are stories.
Veda Vyasa, Hanuman, Ashvattama,
Vibishina, Kripa, Parashararama, and Bali
Are immortal according to the Vedic Tradition.
Other traditions have a list, too.
Let’s be optimistic: let’s consider the lists are true.
Can there be immortality for me and you?
Sure. God can grant anything, just like that!
God can also show us ways to develop it.
Do we want it?
With Enlightenment, and Perfect Health it makes a great combination.
Let’s go for it!
Beginning yesterday!
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 7:14 AM UTC