Driving a car with a shimmy an shake Might be known as a lemon A sour headache. You might be in a pickle If you smash a hive And angry bees swarm out Sting you alive. Might a basketball player Who is thin and tall Be known as a string bean Dribbling a ball? After picking red apples From beneath a fall sky If you know how to bake them It's easy as pie. If something most difficult You undertake - Then make it look easy It's a piece of cake. If someone mistakes you For a person of fame You might be chopped liver...
Walk on by I'm waiting for you. Walk on by Springs the time to call. Walk on by My love is waiting for you. Walk on by Its summer in the mall. Walk on by Time is very fleeting. Walk on by Perhaps we'll meet in fall. Walk on by Winter snow is falling. Walk on by Now to late to call. Walk on by My heart is aching for you. Walk on by Perhaps next life you'll call.
I tried to describe the Lord in all of His bounteousness - But the page tore and I could write no more. I tried to describe how the macrocosm lies within the microcosm - But the page tore and I could write no more. I tried to describe God dancing and frolicking in a kaleidoscope of forms - But the page tore and I could write no more. I tried to describe the sweetness of the inner music, the unending song of the universe - But the page tore and I could write no more. I tried to describe how tender and sweet God's love can be when it comes...
There are many paths Through the forest of illusion On the soul's journey back to God. The many paths converge into one At the conclusion of the journey When the soul's merge back in God. Although many soul's Walk the same path No two journeys are exactly alike. Each soul's journey Has been specifically designed by God As it takes flight From the alone to the alone.
Purify my heart and mind In your blue golden light Til my false colors vanish I sparkle pure and bright. Brighter than the noonday sun Brighter than its light - Till I become one with You Stainless, clean and white. Though the clouds that whorl about me Be dense, and dark, and grey - When your golden light embraces me My self dissolves away.
Are the tears rolling down my cheeks About my possessions lost? Or - About my freedom gained? We should always accept Whatever come our way with gratitude - Knowing that it comes from the Lord, That sweet love that is within us And - Is always for our best good.
It was a beautiful day in the park. I was sitting on the lawn beneath a large spreading maple tree. In front of me was a large block of marble. An artist was sculpting this statue of a young man - or was it a young lady? It was difficult to tell because as I observed the statue one figure blended into the other and back again. I thought what a great masterpiece this is. Then to my surprise the artist kept right on sculpting and carving and now the statue took on a softer appearance - almost angel like with very fine lines. I thought Wow! this is truly a great masterpiece most worthy of great...
We are born into this world To sing the remembrance of the Lord. Maulana Rumi has said, "This is the one thing in the world We must never forget." Sant Kirpal Singh Ji has said, "God first and everything else second." For the lover the whole path back to God Is contained within Love. The path is Love itself. Dearest Seeker, How goes your journey Along the path of Love?
My granddaughter has a sign on her shirt Which reads, "You can have it all." However - What it did not explain was - You can have it all Only when you have nothing. If you understand this paradoxical statement You might be on the path To enlightenment.
The way to travel the Spiritual Path Is to follow the railroad signs - Stop - All thoughts And meditate within. Look - At the inner lights The Lord sends to you. Listen - To the Holy Melodies The Lord is playing within you. And then - You will not be run over By the time lords railroad train.
In a dream I saw A masculine form superimposed Over a feminine form. The forms were floating In a crystal clear deep blue sea. The sounds of many kinds of bells Were ringing in this space. Out of the forms the entire creation Was being made manifest and sustained. Looking closer I saw that the forms were me.
The lord of time as cast a net To catch those souls Who live under his starry sky On the earth plane. We must turn to the Master within, To the Lord of the lord of time In order to escape this net. If not - We are a long time trapped In the lower realms of time And - Eons on the wheel of transmigration. Dearest Seeker, How goes your inner search For the Lord of the lord of time?