Waiting For Grace....

I waited for the clouds to clear,

I waited for all near and dear

And yet, the oceans of gloom

threatened to tear my realms apart.

What was this?

A horrible dream?

A journey gone haywire?

The lust for life lost?

I helplessly held out my hands

for that invisible force

to grasp mine

to make my heart shine.

Chants of holiness descended from Above,

Waves of blessings engulfed my existence

And then I knew;

It was all there all along.

Searching for the key to life

in my locked mind

While it lay within

waiting for that infinite touch of grace....

Walking The Buddha's Path

A chariot steered Him away

From the moh-maya

Of life.

What will I need

To get rid

Of unwarranted attachments?

Whenever I sit to whine

About this and that,

About what could be and would not

I remember Him –

As He cast away

What was served to Him

On a platter!

Try as they could,

His parents unable to thwart destiny

And karma

Had to let Him go.

When shall I learn let go

Of undying expectations?

Desires growing like creepers

Slowly and steadily

Enter the vineyard

Of a superficial life.

When shall I find the straw

Of divine love

And climb up without feeling

The loss of hurt and hatred?

Of trust and tattered emotion?

When shall I strive

To walk the path

Of the Divine Soul?

When?


Poetry Potluck: Reflections, Interpretations and Musings

Rosary of Belief

The rosary curtained the little locket,
the powerful image of the monkey god-
Lord Hanuman.
As every holy bead rolled over 
by the devout finger
of a spiritual mind
gathering symbolic vibrations
of love, devotion and grace.
The mace, 
the mountain,
the leaping image over lake and fountain
only strengthened 
faith wound around
beautiful beads of belief.
I hold the rosary 
in my trusting twines 
of twirling thought
only to discover the Lord!


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