Guest guest Posted September 13, 2009 Report Share Posted September 13, 2009 1. MOTHER DIVINE Our Mother Divine lifts her sacred cup, She pours pellucid, precious, potent balm, Curing, healing, lifting pilgrim’s spirit up. With power of Love, perfect, peaceful, calm, She holds poor palsied pilgrim in her palm, And plies him with pure nectar, honey sweet, So pouring from her silver grail a potion warm, To soothe all cares and salve his blistered feet, With Love’s ointment: oh, perfect Paraclete! 2. WHITE KNIGHT Feeling his fiery steed between his knees, He watches restless spirit’s breathing flow; The stallion settles and he reins with ease. Now tamed, he canters where he wants to go, To Himalayan summits crowned with snow, A pure white splendour glowing bright in light, Above dark turmoil of dormant worlds below. He arrives at awesome Selfhood, blazing bright, Sun burst of splendour, ends soul’s dark night. Now, White Knight hoists on high his pointed lance, To joust with Death, a fierce Titanic tilt. As he mounts his steed in martial prance He strikes hard at dragon, up to the hilt, To end all dark sorrow, fear and guilt. Free from sense of doership, an act replete With holy knowledge, a temple truly built To worship God, he kneels to kiss the feet Of Death’s slayer; such a sacred blessed feat. 3. GOD LOVE SOLDIER Wielding his spear of sharpest concentration, The God-love soldier plunges its silver blade, With mighty force of lucid sheer attention, Deep into the dragon’s heart. Unafraid, Delivering the coup de grace, vile ego’s laid! Well honed with dispassionate discrimination, Whetted with ardent zeal, no wavering shade Of cowardice, his steel, with keen anticipation, Slays his wayward mind of Self alienation. 4. ARCHER He twangs the bow of Self-Enquiry, to enter A sharp arrow of clearly aimed insight, Zinging to the bull’s eye of Truth at centre. Dispelling all doubts in error free flight, He finds Love, a beckoning beacon light, Glowing within his inner cave of heart. Such marksmanship is God-Warriors right, To win this vision, the true martial art, Holy war, waged ‘til soul and body part. 5. AQUARIUS Water bearer draws deep from Rachel’s well, A jar of truth for pilgrim’s thirst to slake. Raising the cup he hears the temple bell Which calls him home to pray and penance make To God, whom he adores for His own dear sake Alone, and free from lust for selfish boon. His love showers rain of grace, and fills the lake Where sails the white swan of devotion, soon To glow beneath the golden harvest Moon. 6. PRIMORDIAL SAGE Primordial Sage, in silence, takes his seat, Emitting waves of God-like love to those Who sit surrendered at his lotus feet. His mystic vision’s sure, and truly knows The sure destruction of all disciples’ woes, That halt the climb to Self’s most blissful place. His merciful love abundantly flows, Ever granting pilgrim power to trace His own Self ablaze, in a sea of grace. 7. BOLD PILGRIM So bold pilgrim ascends the mountain path, His friends are unconditional faith and trust. Gentle compassion rains, a healing bath Of grace, cleansing his feet of mundane dust, Freeing him from greed, ego, anger, lust. Fearless he walks, awakened, to his goal, Unattached, discriminating, and so just, ‘Til attaining consummation with the Whole, He finds, hidden deep at heart, Eternal Soul! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 13, 2009 Report Share Posted September 13, 2009 The little poems contain mountains of spiritual wisdom...thank you Alan-gi--- On Sun, 9/13/09, Alan Jacobs <alanadamsjacobs wrote: Alan Jacobs <alanadamsjacobs OUR FRIENDS ON THE PATH Received: Sunday, September 13, 2009, 2:41 AM 1. MOTHER DIVINE Our Mother Divine lifts her sacred cup,She pours pellucid, precious, potent balm,Curing, healing, lifting pilgrim’s spirit up. With power of Love, perfect, peaceful, calm,She holds poor palsied pilgrim in her palm,And plies him with pure nectar, honey sweet, So pouring from her silver grail a potion warm,To soothe all cares and salve his blistered feet,With Love’s ointment: oh, perfect Paraclete! 2. WHITE KNIGHT Feeling his fiery steed between his knees,He watches restless spirit’s breathing flow;The stallion settles and he reins with ease. Now tamed, he canters where he wants to go,To Himalayan summits crowned with snow,A pure white splendour glowing bright in light, Above dark turmoil of dormant worlds below.He arrives at awesome Selfhood, blazing bright,Sun burst of splendour, ends soul’s dark night. Now, White Knight hoists on high his pointed lance,To joust with Death, a fierce Titanic tilt.As he mounts his steed in martial prance He strikes hard at dragon, up to the hilt,To end all dark sorrow, fear and guilt.Free from sense of doership, an act replete With holy knowledge, a temple truly builtTo worship God, he kneels to kiss the feetOf Death’s slayer; such a sacred blessed feat. 3. GOD LOVE SOLDIER Wielding his spear of sharpest concentration,The God-love soldier plunges its silver blade,With mighty force of lucid sheer attention, Deep into the dragon’s heart. Unafraid,Delivering the coup de grace, vile ego’s laid!Well honed with dispassionate discrimination, Whetted with ardent zeal, no wavering shadeOf cowardice, his steel, with keen anticipation,Slays his wayward mind of Self alienation. 4. ARCHER He twangs the bow of Self-Enquiry, to enterA sharp arrow of clearly aimed insight,Zinging to the bull’s eye of Truth at centre. Dispelling all doubts in error free flight,He finds Love, a beckoning beacon light,Glowing within his inner cave of heart. Such marksmanship is God-Warriors right,To win this vision, the true martial art,Holy war, waged ‘til soul and body part. 5. AQUARIUS Water bearer draws deep from Rachel’s well,A jar of truth for pilgrim’s thirst to slake.Raising the cup he hears the temple bell Which calls him home to pray and penance makeTo God, whom he adores for His own dear sakeAlone, and free from lust for selfish boon. His love showers rain of grace, and fills the lakeWhere sails the white swan of devotion, soonTo glow beneath the golden harvest Moon. 6. PRIMORDIAL SAGE Primordial Sage, in silence, takes his seat,Emitting waves of God-like love to thoseWho sit surrendered at his lotus feet. His mystic vision’s sure, and truly knowsThe sure destruction of all disciples’ woes,That halt the climb to Self’s most blissful place. His merciful love abundantly flows,Ever granting pilgrim power to traceHis own Self ablaze, in a sea of grace. 7. BOLD PILGRIM So bold pilgrim ascends the mountain path,His friends are unconditional faith and trust.Gentle compassion rains, a healing bath Of grace, cleansing his feet of mundane dust,Freeing him from greed, ego, anger, lust.Fearless he walks, awakened, to his goal, Unattached, discriminating, and so just,‘Til attaining consummation with the Whole,He finds, hidden deep at heart, Eternal Soul! Make your browsing faster, safer, and easier with the new Internet Explorer® 8. Optimized for Get it Now for Free! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 13, 2009 Report Share Posted September 13, 2009 ---- Original message ---- >Date:  Sun, 13 Sep 2009 04:39:32 -0700 (PDT) >  DAVID BENTLEY <sdaudio2 >Subject:  Re: OUR FRIENDS ON THE PATH >To:  > > > > The little poems contain mountains of spiritual > wisdom...thank you Alan-gi oh yes, our friend alan-ji is a true truth warrior... the sage is fearless the wise, naked and weak, harmless like a new born baby, wanders about in midst of battlefield and rambles casually in the darkest parts of the jungle, roaming dauntlessly among the fiercest predators. boundless, whole, void of any trace of fear - where can a claw, fang or tooth find a place to sink in or an arrow penetrate? BOOM! yosy nnb > > --- On Sun, 9/13/09, Alan Jacobs > <alanadamsjacobs wrote: > > Alan Jacobs <alanadamsjacobs > OUR > FRIENDS ON THE PATH > > Received: Sunday, September 13, 2009, 2:41 AM > > > > 1. MOTHER DIVINE > > Our Mother Divine lifts her sacred cup, > She pours pellucid, precious, potent balm, > Curing, healing, lifting pilgrim’s spirit up. > > With power of Love, perfect, peaceful, calm, > She holds poor palsied pilgrim in her palm, > And plies him with pure nectar, honey sweet, > > So pouring from her silver grail a potion warm, > To soothe all cares and salve his blistered feet, > With Love’s ointment: oh, perfect Paraclete! > > 2. WHITE KNIGHT > > Feeling his fiery steed between his knees, > He watches restless spirit’s breathing flow; > The stallion settles and he reins with ease. > > Now tamed, he canters where he wants to go, > To Himalayan summits crowned with snow, > A pure white splendour glowing bright in light, > > Above dark turmoil of dormant worlds below. > He arrives at awesome Selfhood, blazing bright, > Sun burst of splendour, ends soul’s dark night. > > Now, White Knight hoists on high his pointed > lance, > To joust with Death, a fierce Titanic tilt. > As he mounts his steed in martial prance > > He strikes hard at dragon, up to the hilt, > To end all dark sorrow, fear and guilt. > Free from sense of doership, an act replete > > With holy knowledge, a temple truly built > To worship God, he kneels to kiss the feet > Of Death’s slayer; such a sacred blessed feat. > > 3. GOD LOVE SOLDIER > > Wielding his spear of sharpest concentration, > The God-love soldier plunges its silver blade, > With mighty force of lucid sheer attention, > > Deep into the dragon’s heart. Unafraid, > Delivering the coup de grace, vile ego’s laid! > Well honed with dispassionate discrimination, > > Whetted with ardent zeal, no wavering shade > Of cowardice, his steel, with keen anticipation, > Slays his wayward mind of Self alienation. > > 4. ARCHER > > He twangs the bow of Self-Enquiry, to enter > A sharp arrow of clearly aimed insight, > Zinging to the bull’s eye of Truth at centre. > > Dispelling all doubts in error free flight, > He finds Love, a beckoning beacon light, > Glowing within his inner cave of heart. > > Such marksmanship is God-Warriors right, > To win this vision, the true martial art, > Holy war, waged ‘til soul and body part. > > 5. AQUARIUS > > Water bearer draws deep from Rachel’s well, > A jar of truth for pilgrim’s thirst to slake. > Raising the cup he hears the temple bell > > Which calls him home to pray and penance make > To God, whom he adores for His own dear sake > Alone, and free from lust for selfish boon. > > His love showers rain of grace, and fills the lake > Where sails the white swan of devotion, soon > To glow beneath the golden harvest Moon. > > 6. PRIMORDIAL SAGE > > Primordial Sage, in silence, takes his seat, > Emitting waves of God-like love to those > Who sit surrendered at his lotus feet. > > His mystic vision’s sure, and truly knows > The sure destruction of all disciples’ woes, > That halt the climb to Self’s most blissful > place. > > His merciful love abundantly flows, > Ever granting pilgrim power to trace > His own Self ablaze, in a sea of grace. > > 7. BOLD PILGRIM > > So bold pilgrim ascends the mountain path, > His friends are unconditional faith and trust. > Gentle compassion rains, a healing bath > > Of grace, cleansing his feet of mundane dust, > Freeing him from greed, ego, anger, lust. > Fearless he walks, awakened, to his goal, > > Unattached, discriminating, and so just, > ‘Til attaining consummation with the Whole, > He finds, hidden deep at heart, Eternal Soul! > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 14, 2009 Report Share Posted September 14, 2009 , <yosyflug wrote: > > > > ---- Original message ---- > >Date:  Sun, 13 Sep 2009 04:39:32 -0700 (PDT) > >  DAVID BENTLEY <sdaudio2 > >Subject:  Re: OUR FRIENDS ON > THE PATH > >To:  > > > > > > > > The little poems contain mountains of spiritual > > wisdom...thank you Alan-gi > > > oh yes, our friend alan-ji is a true truth warrior... > > > the sage is fearless > > the wise, naked and weak, > harmless > like a new born baby, > wanders about in midst of battlefield > and rambles casually > in the darkest parts of the jungle, > roaming dauntlessly > among the fiercest predators. > boundless, whole, > void of any trace of fear - > where can a claw, fang or tooth > find a place to sink in > or an arrow penetrate? > > > BOOM! > > yosy > > > nnb > > > > --- On Sun, 9/13/09, Alan Jacobs > > <alanadamsjacobs wrote: > > > > Alan Jacobs <alanadamsjacobs > > OUR > > FRIENDS ON THE PATH > > > > Received: Sunday, September 13, 2009, 2:41 AM > > > > > > > > 1. MOTHER DIVINE > > > > Our Mother Divine lifts her sacred cup, > > She pours pellucid, precious, potent balm, > > Curing, healing, lifting pilgrim’s spirit up. > > > > With power of Love, perfect, peaceful, calm, > > She holds poor palsied pilgrim in her palm, > > And plies him with pure nectar, honey sweet, > > > > So pouring from her silver grail a potion warm, > > To soothe all cares and salve his blistered feet, > > With Love’s ointment: oh, perfect Paraclete! > > > > 2. WHITE KNIGHT > > > > Feeling his fiery steed between his knees, > > He watches restless spirit’s breathing flow; > > The stallion settles and he reins with ease. > > > > Now tamed, he canters where he wants to go, > > To Himalayan summits crowned with snow, > > A pure white splendour glowing bright in light, > > > > Above dark turmoil of dormant worlds below. > > He arrives at awesome Selfhood, blazing bright, > > Sun burst of splendour, ends soul’s dark night. > > > > Now, White Knight hoists on high his pointed > > lance, > > To joust with Death, a fierce Titanic tilt. > > As he mounts his steed in martial prance > > > > He strikes hard at dragon, up to the hilt, > > To end all dark sorrow, fear and guilt. > > Free from sense of doership, an act replete > > > > With holy knowledge, a temple truly built > > To worship God, he kneels to kiss the feet > > Of Death’s slayer; such a sacred blessed feat. > > > > 3. GOD LOVE SOLDIER > > > > Wielding his spear of sharpest concentration, > > The God-love soldier plunges its silver blade, > > With mighty force of lucid sheer attention, > > > > Deep into the dragon’s heart. Unafraid, > > Delivering the coup de grace, vile ego’s laid! > > Well honed with dispassionate discrimination, > > > > Whetted with ardent zeal, no wavering shade > > Of cowardice, his steel, with keen anticipation, > > Slays his wayward mind of Self alienation. > > > > 4. ARCHER > > > > He twangs the bow of Self-Enquiry, to enter > > A sharp arrow of clearly aimed insight, > > Zinging to the bull’s eye of Truth at centre. > > > > Dispelling all doubts in error free flight, > > He finds Love, a beckoning beacon light, > > Glowing within his inner cave of heart. > > > > Such marksmanship is God-Warriors right, > > To win this vision, the true martial art, > > Holy war, waged ‘til soul and body part. > > > > 5. AQUARIUS > > > > Water bearer draws deep from Rachel’s well, > > A jar of truth for pilgrim’s thirst to slake. > > Raising the cup he hears the temple bell > > > > Which calls him home to pray and penance make > > To God, whom he adores for His own dear sake > > Alone, and free from lust for selfish boon. > > > > His love showers rain of grace, and fills the lake > > Where sails the white swan of devotion, soon > > To glow beneath the golden harvest Moon. > > > > 6. PRIMORDIAL SAGE > > > > Primordial Sage, in silence, takes his seat, > > Emitting waves of God-like love to those > > Who sit surrendered at his lotus feet. > > > > His mystic vision’s sure, and truly knows > > The sure destruction of all disciples’ woes, > > That halt the climb to Self’s most blissful > > place. > > > > His merciful love abundantly flows, > > Ever granting pilgrim power to trace > > His own Self ablaze, in a sea of grace. > > > > 7. BOLD PILGRIM > > > > So bold pilgrim ascends the mountain path, > > His friends are unconditional faith and trust. > > Gentle compassion rains, a healing bath > > > > Of grace, cleansing his feet of mundane dust, > > Freeing him from greed, ego, anger, lust. > > Fearless he walks, awakened, to his goal, > > > > Unattached, discriminating, and so just, > > ‘Til attaining consummation with the Whole, > > He finds, hidden deep at heart, Eternal Soul! > > > Dear Alan, blessed we are to receive all these true truth pearls,results of diving deep. And blessed we are dear yosy to feel the powerfull directness of your arrows. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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