Many a voice ring, inside my head
Each expressing its mind;
Of all the voices was one that said
Stop moving and life you will find.
What force makes the river gush forth
Makes the life-blood flow through you
Rivers are veins of this living earth
Their life, is your life too.
Life is flowing, yet perfectly still
WE are moving, not giving it thought.
Manifesting each our personal will
Stillness experience we not.
So drop this will, that you will do,
Allow life's will to happen to you;
Be the bubbling brook, the placid lake,
Merge, submerge, and emerge Awake;
Then, only then, will this stillness not cease
It will flow forever, the river of life's peace.
Flowing with stillness, river of life's peace.
Bhupinder Singh
June 21, 1996
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I and myself went for a walk the other day;
one quietly, watching silently, while other
was drunk in his self created glory.
Stranger, they seem to each other, though
I was self conscious about mySelf.
I boasted and bragged; sure didn't help,
for mySelf quietly endured with Infinite might. 1.
While on the way I picked up a stick (of materialism)
and made claims to everything I saw.
Humbly everything bowed to me, but
somehow I could not understand their subtle laughter.
Was I possessing them or in fact was possessed by them?
Questioning inside, I rode high headed anyway. 2.
Then came a sharp curve on the trail.
Swept off my feet, I was slowly but surely,
slipping into the quicksand (of Maya).
The stick in my hand, as if lost its touch
was changing into the powder of wood.
I knew I was walking with mySelf, so I yelled.
If I were He, I wouldn't have helped, but
It was Him, so I surely was rescued. 3.
Still silent and strong, Self showed me His colors
The only color I was left with was a dull pale
His qualities amazed me, 'cos He silently participated in everything
but could not be blamed as He watched His own drama.
Blindness of my eyes were evident in His shining Light.
I, me, mine were all crushed in His Glory (silently). 4.
As i take steps back home, the Teacher clears my path.
i started alone, but now the whole trail trails me.
Seems i cannot differentiate anymore; Is it true that
there is none of me left and i come home to find mySelf? 5.
- submitted, with permission, by Bhupinder Singh
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Hello, it's me again.
The friend you didn't even know.
You trusted me,
In my anonymity,
When our tru colors didn't even show.
Hello, it's me again.
Your friend without a face.
When times we're bad,
Your trust made me glad
So in my heart you'll be in a special place.
Hello, it's me again.
Your new-found friend.
Right now we must
Fill our minds and hearts with trust,
Or these hardships will never end.
Hello, it's me again.
My friendship shall not cease.
I like you, you see,
Because you trusted me,
And with that we will all find peace.
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