Poetry continued

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--- Alan Jacobs <alanadamsjacobs wrote:

 

> > > > HOW SPEAK OF THE UNSPEAKABLE ?

> > > >

> > > > Words are like bricks, embedded in mental mortar,

> > > > Loosely piled together, they barely hold water;

> > > > Yet my grail of Grace is full and overflowing.

> > > > I’ve ploughed the ground, tilled, sewn and reaped;

> > > > Now God’s blessings on my restless mind are heaped;

> > > > Soul has earned her birth of Great Self-Knowing.

> > > >

> > > > Poetry and verse are more refined than prose,

> > > > Yet Truth and Grace from the Sage, always flows,

> > > > Like light glows from Sun, fragrance from a rose.

> > > > So to speak of the unspeakable in prosaic words

> > > > Sounds like the babble of squeaking parrot birds.

> > > > Better to savour God’s almighty power, He knows!

> > > > He knows!

> > > > He surely knows!

> > > >

> > > > Mankind nurtures many dark desires that oft unfold,

> > > > Lust for wealth, fame, goods, power and sex untold.

> > > > Yet the most vital yearning is for final release

> > > > From primal ignorance, bondage, suffering and grief.

> > > > The tormented perverted mind is a treacherous thief,

> > > > We fervently pray this preying parasite will cease.

> > > >

> > > > The cure for that dire affliction is meditation,

> > > > A clear mind, free from craving, with concentration;

> > > > Like a serenely calm , crystal mountain lake,

> > > > Free from the waves and gales of tempestuous thought.

> > > > This is the supreme state, devoted pilgrim’s sought,

> > > > For freedom, liberation and Self Realisation’s sake!

> > > >

> > > > A pen can’t be claimed or blamed as the poet who writes,

> > > > Nor can spectacles be the one who owns eye sight;

> > > > Such arrogance takes True Self’s Name in vain.

> > > > We’re like glove puppets moved by God’s wise power,

> > > > From womb to tomb, every second, every hour,

> > > > All’s foreshadowed for our good; such Truth is plain.

> > > >

> > > > If neither petty mind nor body is the actor,

> > > > What’s essential Knowledge, the missing factor?

> > > > We’re but dream figures, related to our dreams,

> > > > Debating how to wake up from hypnotic sleep,

> > > > Wandering foolishly like a flock of wayward sheep;

> > > > We believe the world is Real, and as it seems.

> > > >

> > > > So the missing factor is Real Knowledge of the Truth,

> > > > A Sage teaching, exact, compassionate and ruth.

> > > > We need to cleanse the mind from thought’s obnoxious air.

> > > > Fearless, faithful, courageous, and with effort bold,

> > > > We search for ignorant ego’s source, then seize hold

> > > > Of Real Self, Pure Consciousness, that’s always there!

> > > >

> > > > Verses are lustrous pearls encrusted in a shell,

> > > > When strung together, they hold real meaning well.

> > > > Now my grail of Grace is filled and overflowing.

> > > > I’ve tilled the field, ploughed the ground, harvested and reaped.

> > > > Now God’s blessings on my errant mind are heaped.

> > > > Soul has reached her time of Great Self Knowing!

 

Alan Jacobs