ALLAH/BUDDHA/SRI KRISHNA
poetry:
I AM A SHARK AMONG THE OCEAN CREATURES
I HAVE NO MATERIALISTIC FEATURES
THAT THE MISERY'S HERE I AM AWARE
AS MY SOUL FINDS ITS PLACE EVERYWHERE
[ALLAH/BUDDHA/SRI KRISHNA]
* * *
calm of silence
What doing now?
And how to go?
What undertake, where to lead?
ones own a consciousness which has
had overturned backwards, with any cant afford.
The inner sorrows clouded tired eyes
there is no gleam indeed for us,
We in a fact on edge of on the bridge
cant squeeze in an anywhere everywhere snowstorm for each
and winds blows into the a light of fire reach
I too am full of any panaceas
or simply obsessions ideas
But every time if possible on ways
I ll try to hide motives in own away
which that induced thoughts – whirlwinds with zeal
to overwhelm me
the day and after day the same
becomes too colder me
In own a circle life ... in real
The world is full of senses
feelings here are strong
When we could aim
To connect all of our dreams … at all
no any ... there are no a seat at bonfire place
which given has a warming memory of dreams
we can remember our c***dhoods games
by sorrow preferring to pleasures of the spring time age
my sorrow – is the in fact my joy
the weariness you is pleasant not always
at times and nothing would be desirable else
oh! calm of silence place
* * * * *
Tsar of East - means Sri Ramachandra!
Once of the at night I was sitting at the sacred mountain's place under the meditation process. But conditions of my trance is leave me because I felt as some person had started to be gone to me from darkness nights place. I'm frightened that I felt the unusually conditions of my consciousness which influenced by this unknown person & in my inner mind the first think goes that He is any demigods or other supreme soul's person. In reference of these my first idea that is God. Before asking about me His divine grace told: - I'm a warrior … and … who are you?
I have answered to Bhagavan by this reply:
oooh no! I'm nobody indeed for you : ... ...
I'm in a wind … so I'm is a dust : ... ...
I'm on a fire … I'm is ashes : ... ...
in ashes … I'm is a smoke : ... ...
in smoke … I'm is melancholy : ... ...
and all together I'm in time of past
& not to be the less : ... ...
and if I stay, me absent staying, : ... ...
I don't need anything at least.. : ... ...
in fog I'm transforming another new formless : ... ...
I'm not is old, but not is young : ... ...
and not prime life my time : ... ...
believe me all that only is illusion - dust : ... ...
but on the time when moon will sings : ... ...
and clouds herds float : ... ...
and sun's a beam
makes split heavens : ... ...
the right hand's Tsar of East will lead : ... ...
on edge unrecognized ways : ... ...: ... ...
* * * * *
All about inner forces …
Will suffice to wander at ocean of madness
It’s time to realize for what you were born
Listening to music of a rustle of leaves
Stars are beheld in the sky of the Moon
And what’s a soul's reason, for really being
By tossed, twitch in gloomy bedridden again
The thoughts somewhere leave, and a time is a real
Together with you the seed leaves also still
What is remains?
All the world on arena!
Bustle of drudge in an empty idleness
All which is paying for this here aims
“Enjoining!” “Enjoining again! Hey! Dark’s powers”!
You can't to compel in life tearing off us
From inner own world - transcendental of lives peaces
By Mercy of Lord Hayagriva at once!
Or Lord Sri Keshava – Sri Sankarshana!
Or Lord Sri Vamana – Sri Trivikrama!
But just it can simply by Allah! or Buddha!
Or by Sri Govinda – Sri Narasimha!
It is a lot names who's supreme conduct
Which has being shown by his love in an impulse
Outside of material burden …
But pains …
Outside of desire and voluptuousness ring
But by His compassions …
with feasible concern …
We feel His respect
To all essence of being.
Is equal as sunlight in foul or bad weather
The wind through a calm
Gets by absolute power
That transcendental strength forces to our ...!
Impressions about some dirty mind’s people under prakrita sahadjya or just stupid speculators
sadly in this world to live
listening babble of fear – lie
under grief there or no
it's a lot of emptiness world
people are closed in around
also plunge himself in circle own
of the envy, a deceit
egoism bhava it is means
turning all around indeed
in again samsaras ring
is it lot of use from this
prakritasahajya steps insist
what by ever then results?
Not the riddle – world has falls !
by the nothing pay attention in a real
difficult to me to give approved for dirty world scheme
yes I know that opposites of forces aren't the same
but my inner soul shouts - go again
fighting, that all force yours as you might
and you capture islet in among
mlechkhas and chandals peaces dream
forcing them to serve by each of him
for the bhakti mahabhava just I think
* * *
The ancient turko-mongols poetry:
Look deep into your soul and ponder on my words: !!! To you I am a puzzle, my person and my verse. !!! My life has been a struggle, a thousand foes I braved, !!! Dont judge me too severely for you the way I paved !!!
Broad shouldered, grey haired, in a white fur coat !!! he comes, blind and dumb, with a great silvery beard !!!
The language of lovers dispenses with words: !!!
With their looks, with an inner sense they converse !!!
The rose of my heart will never bloom !!! No matter how brightly the sun shines or the moon glows !!! For only you I love in the whole world !!! While I am only one of many who love you !!!
But is it possible to say, that the man is dead !!!
If he's left in the world the immortal word ???
You are the apple of my eye !!! The fire of my soul !!! My hearth will never stop bleeding !!! Hurt by this fire !!!
I AM A SHARK AMONG THE OCEAN CREATURES
I HAVE NO MATERIALISTIC FEATURES
THAT THE MISERY'S HERE I AM AWARE
AS MY SOUL FINDS ITS PLACE EVERYWHERE
[ALLAH/BUDDHA/SRI KRISHNA]
* * *
calm of silence
What doing now?
And how to go?
What undertake, where to lead?
ones own a consciousness which has
had overturned backwards, with any cant afford.
The inner sorrows clouded tired eyes
there is no gleam indeed for us,
We in a fact on edge of on the bridge
cant squeeze in an anywhere everywhere snowstorm for each
and winds blows into the a light of fire reach
I too am full of any panaceas
or simply obsessions ideas
But every time if possible on ways
I ll try to hide motives in own away
which that induced thoughts – whirlwinds with zeal
to overwhelm me
the day and after day the same
becomes too colder me
In own a circle life ... in real
The world is full of senses
feelings here are strong
When we could aim
To connect all of our dreams … at all
no any ... there are no a seat at bonfire place
which given has a warming memory of dreams
we can remember our c***dhoods games
by sorrow preferring to pleasures of the spring time age
my sorrow – is the in fact my joy
the weariness you is pleasant not always
at times and nothing would be desirable else
oh! calm of silence place
* * * * *
Tsar of East - means Sri Ramachandra!
Once of the at night I was sitting at the sacred mountain's place under the meditation process. But conditions of my trance is leave me because I felt as some person had started to be gone to me from darkness nights place. I'm frightened that I felt the unusually conditions of my consciousness which influenced by this unknown person & in my inner mind the first think goes that He is any demigods or other supreme soul's person. In reference of these my first idea that is God. Before asking about me His divine grace told: - I'm a warrior … and … who are you?
I have answered to Bhagavan by this reply:
oooh no! I'm nobody indeed for you : ... ...
I'm in a wind … so I'm is a dust : ... ...
I'm on a fire … I'm is ashes : ... ...
in ashes … I'm is a smoke : ... ...
in smoke … I'm is melancholy : ... ...
and all together I'm in time of past
& not to be the less : ... ...
and if I stay, me absent staying, : ... ...
I don't need anything at least.. : ... ...
in fog I'm transforming another new formless : ... ...
I'm not is old, but not is young : ... ...
and not prime life my time : ... ...
believe me all that only is illusion - dust : ... ...
but on the time when moon will sings : ... ...
and clouds herds float : ... ...
and sun's a beam
makes split heavens : ... ...
the right hand's Tsar of East will lead : ... ...
on edge unrecognized ways : ... ...: ... ...
* * * * *
All about inner forces …
Will suffice to wander at ocean of madness
It’s time to realize for what you were born
Listening to music of a rustle of leaves
Stars are beheld in the sky of the Moon
And what’s a soul's reason, for really being
By tossed, twitch in gloomy bedridden again
The thoughts somewhere leave, and a time is a real
Together with you the seed leaves also still
What is remains?
All the world on arena!
Bustle of drudge in an empty idleness
All which is paying for this here aims
“Enjoining!” “Enjoining again! Hey! Dark’s powers”!
You can't to compel in life tearing off us
From inner own world - transcendental of lives peaces
By Mercy of Lord Hayagriva at once!
Or Lord Sri Keshava – Sri Sankarshana!
Or Lord Sri Vamana – Sri Trivikrama!
But just it can simply by Allah! or Buddha!
Or by Sri Govinda – Sri Narasimha!
It is a lot names who's supreme conduct
Which has being shown by his love in an impulse
Outside of material burden …
But pains …
Outside of desire and voluptuousness ring
But by His compassions …
with feasible concern …
We feel His respect
To all essence of being.
Is equal as sunlight in foul or bad weather
The wind through a calm
Gets by absolute power
That transcendental strength forces to our ...!
Impressions about some dirty mind’s people under prakrita sahadjya or just stupid speculators
sadly in this world to live
listening babble of fear – lie
under grief there or no
it's a lot of emptiness world
people are closed in around
also plunge himself in circle own
of the envy, a deceit
egoism bhava it is means
turning all around indeed
in again samsaras ring
is it lot of use from this
prakritasahajya steps insist
what by ever then results?
Not the riddle – world has falls !
by the nothing pay attention in a real
difficult to me to give approved for dirty world scheme
yes I know that opposites of forces aren't the same
but my inner soul shouts - go again
fighting, that all force yours as you might
and you capture islet in among
mlechkhas and chandals peaces dream
forcing them to serve by each of him
for the bhakti mahabhava just I think
* * *
The ancient turko-mongols poetry:
Look deep into your soul and ponder on my words: !!! To you I am a puzzle, my person and my verse. !!! My life has been a struggle, a thousand foes I braved, !!! Dont judge me too severely for you the way I paved !!!
Broad shouldered, grey haired, in a white fur coat !!! he comes, blind and dumb, with a great silvery beard !!!
The language of lovers dispenses with words: !!!
With their looks, with an inner sense they converse !!!
The rose of my heart will never bloom !!! No matter how brightly the sun shines or the moon glows !!! For only you I love in the whole world !!! While I am only one of many who love you !!!
But is it possible to say, that the man is dead !!!
If he's left in the world the immortal word ???
You are the apple of my eye !!! The fire of my soul !!! My hearth will never stop bleeding !!! Hurt by this fire !!!
14 years ago