All Blest Are They
All blest are they whose heart with pity grows.
Who left Vaikuntha.their home,to serve mankind;
Who slight their person's needs ( it is not myth)
Whose hearts are broad ; Whose lips with honey flow .
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Argue no more about it
Argue no more about it,
Man’s crude and foolish mind, and that alone,
Hath taught this tale of many gods:
It is a lie:
For God is One,
One only:
And unto Him,
The One,
My soul shall sing her praise.
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First He looked confused
I could not lie anymore so I started to call my dog 'God.'
First he looked
confused,
then he started smiling, then he even
danced.
I kept at it: now he doesn't even
bite.
I am wondering if this
might work on
people?
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Can water drink itself?
Can water drink itself?
Can a tree taste its own fruit?
The worshiper of God must
remain distinct from Him.
Only thus will he come to
know God's joyful love.
But if he were to say that God
and he are one,
that joy and love would
vanish instantly.
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In Me Thou Livest
Take, Lord, unto Thyself
My sense of self; and let it vanish utterly.
Take, Lord, my life,
Live Thou my life through me.
I live no longer, Lord,
But in me now
Thou livest.
Aye, between Thee and me, my God,
There is no longer room for “I” and “mine.”
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I speak yet am I silent
I speak,
Yet am I silent:
I am dead,
Yet do I live:
I am in the world,
Yet do I dwell beyond the world:
I have surrendered all things,
yet am I rich and joyful:
I am lonely
Yet am I not alone:
I am not what I seem to be:
If you would know what I am
Ask Him, my Lord.
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To arrange words
To arrange words
In some order
Is not the same thing
As the inner poise
That's poetry.
The truth of poetry
Is the truth
Of being.
It's an experience
Of truth.
No ornaments
Survive
A crucible.
Fire reveals
Only molten
Gold.
Says Tuka
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Children Dressed In Tatters
We’re sorry!
We have no manners!
But ...
We’re your children and you’re our Mom!
Send us food on golden platters.
Give us love
amidst life’s storms.
If our faith is
less-than-perfect,
do not notice;
We are yours!
Errant children,
dressed in tatters,
Tuka says,
You can’t ignore.
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Where does one begin with you?
Where does one begin with you?
O Lord, you have no opening line
It's so hard to get you started.
Everything I tried went wrong.
You've used up all my faculties.
What I just said vanished in the sky
And I've fallen on the ground again.
Says Tuka my mind is stunned:
I can't find a word to say.
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If Only you would
If Only you would
Give me refuge O Lord
To stay at your feet
In a line of saints.
I've already left behind
The world I loved.
Don't stand still:
It's your move now.
My caste is low;
My origins humble.
A little help from you
Will go a long way.
Thanks to Namdeo
You visited me
In a dream that left me
Poetry.
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