Human Resposibility
When will the members of the human race
help to make this world into a better place?
Because lately it seems to be getting worse
as if it is under some kind of damned curse.
Most of what we hear these days is bad news!
It’s almost as if there’s nothing else to choose.
The good we have all known belongs to the past
and so the present or future is viewed as aghast.
The actions all people do give an indication of that
regardless of any good ideological debate or chat.
The transition of ideas and thoughts to actions or deeds
is just like the sowing of a future crop by planting seeds.
If the seeds used are of a poor quality it will matter much
even though more time is spent cultivating them by touch.
That’s why it’s better to do things properly right from the start
as time brooding over what could have been won’t help in part.
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The Sons Of Shamrod
And then came the sons of Shamrod
who with their magical powers
did smite the forces of evil
that brought death and destruction
throughout the land.
The great battle raged on
for many a full moon.
Great were the evil forces that
inhabited the land and mocked the people.
But the sons of Shamrod emerged victorious
for it was said long ago
that there would come a day
which would be one to remember.
When the spirit of our forefather's
would once again rise and give birth to
hope instead of desperation.
And the hope came in those who dare defy
the hand of death to strike them,
for the time foretold had come.
No longer would the will of man
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Full Circle
I wonder what it takes to go full circle
and find my way back home to You?
Although I might be as slow as a turtle
Your love will guide me when I am true.
I’ll finish up then as I began just a child of Yours
having knocked on so many of life’s secret doors.
But even though I have yet to find all the right answers
at this stage of my life there have been some advances.
My feelings towards You now seem to have changed
but this shouldn’t be a reason for us to feel estranged.
Love’s the universal magnet that draws everything close together
we shouldn’t mind too much if we pass through some stormy weather.
In a world of constant change there are many upheavals
but love often does get stronger when there’s a retrieval.
It’s something of a realization by which we come to know
that as love completes a full circle perfection it will show.
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The Time Will Come
There comes a time almost uncertain it is
when all before one is not as it seems.
The trials and temptations overbearing are
somehow resolved just like after our dreams.
Life's always a struggle trying to achieve
one's ideal creation where nothing is real.
Everything has only a relative existence is true
sustained by imagination maintaining its weal.
Knowledge is revealed to all from within
who question sincerely their inner being.
Curious of what the whole show is about
discover the truth of what they're seeing.
Very few are those who realize the truth
and reluctant it seems are they who know
to reveal to them who are yet unready,
without any preparation willing to forego.
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Ghostly Night Shadows
Moonlight shadows playing on the wall
from a short distance on there they fall.
Having a distinct outline of human shape
from their background they can’t escape.
These figures are together in the still of night
and appear to be holding something very tight.
One after another they seem to move along
from one end to the other there they throng.
Like moving pictures being shown on a very large screen
the distinct forms from either direction animate this scene.
These ghostly dark figures are also a fearful sight to behold
appearing to be coming and going in succession as one fold.
Who really knows from where they’ve come and where they’re going
all that is evident is just what’s before one’s sight now and showing.
Perhaps when the dark night is over and the morning light has come
whoever’s still around may understand that it wasn’t all as fearsome.
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Young At Heart
We like the water and are very fond of the sun
and so on a good day like to have some fun.
We usually sport and play all day long
and frolic about while humming a song.
Our childish antics may seem absurd
especially to those who haven’t heard
- the young at heart need no excuse
to spend their time and joy produce.
We don’t seem to be alone here at all or far apart
as there’re many around who are young at heart.
We amuse ourselves mostly with fanciful things
and enjoy the pleasure that this activity brings.
Whether alone or with a group of friends
whatever is done against time contends,
which pushes each moment behind that comes along
as we make the most of each day with a happy song.
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Uplifting Grace
The hands of grace sometimes fall unseen
lifting you up to where you've never been.
Blessed are they on whom it descends,
being worthy, they are ready to ascend.
For such a long time most people have been caught
by ignorance, struggling and ignoring life's taught.
Their ego is usually arising through clashes
forsaking its identity with all by its rashness.
To gather more experience and to impress
its own existence apart from all of the rest.
Impossible though that will forever be
regardless of what appears or is to see.
We are all of one substance existing within its domain
of Infinite Being always playing a very illusory game.
The descent of grace is experienced as bliss
the likeness of which one should never miss.
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Early Prose: About Nature - A Waterfall
Nature's wilderness has its characteristics which are its constituents. Never before had I seen such a splendid sight of grace and beauty as a waterfall. Life was being given to the green flowing lush vegetation on either side of a glittering strip of fluid motion moving down the land like a snake through grass. How enchanting the sight was and oh how comforting. So comforting because it was a relief to know that something cared for the young and insecure on which they were dependent. The sounds that came from the scene reminded me of the nurturing and caressing tunes that a mother makes when feeding her young. I must say that I was deeply overwhelmed by the associations which evolved in my mind witnessing this spectacle. Nature has supported Man over the years, therefore Man should show gratitude by caring for the environment in which he lives - Nature. Oh! if only people could understand and endeavour to achieve this ideal.
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Sublime Request
Oh beloved Avatar Meher Baba Ki Jai
awaken Yourself in our hearts and stay.
Guide us beyond the opposites of duality to Thy light
irrespective of the time being either in the day or night.
It may seem this request is out of sheer vanity
though perhaps it's because of our fragile sanity.
But then You know better than anyone else does
so please come around and clear up all the fuzz.
There should be room enough in our hearts to house Thee
which is the one place out of all where You should really be.
If crowded with too many desires to find a comfortable place there
please show us how to get rid of them and take a very special care
to instill that one desire and longing for God which is necessary
for us all to realise and attain the goal of life throughout eternity.
All the sacred scriptures of the world proclaim the One Eternal Truth,
being man's duty to realise his unity with God and dependence in sooth.
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Each Other
I look at you from every practical angle
and the more I look at you the more I know.
We speak to each other, share each other's feelings,
live each other's fear; hate from another.
We seek out each other's love;
I love you more than words can say, you know that well.
Some others cannot understand the way we feel,
cannot think the way we do.
They fail to understand their one another
as others cannot understand each other.
They are not us, for we have each other.
We were a part of them for oh, so long!
before we found each other.
You remember the way we were
without love and understanding.
The way we are now sharing and caring for each other.
Days gone by were, here no more,
full of sorrow without each other.
Optimistic in our lives of each other's existence,
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