Poems for the Planet

Verses of Wonderment

 

The Age of Wonderment.

There are many people who either do or don’t believe in a God or a religion, but seek truth and meaning in the world of nature like Jacques Cousteau or David Attenborough, in  physics and mathematics like Albert Einstein or find fulfilment in serving their fellow human beings like a Fred Hollows, an Albert Schweitzer or a Mother Theresa.

Some spend a great deal of their lives to raise awareness of millions land mines crippling innocent children and adults like Princess Dianne did, or raise money to help AIDS victims, others, still campaign for women’s emancipation or the rights of minorities. There are those still are fighting against violence or hunger or for people’s right to be free from oppression by the rich and powerful.

There are people who give up eating meat because of the barbaric cruelty of humans towards animals. (Do I need to elaborate about battery hens, feed lock pigs and cattle?)

Yet there are many who look only in front of themselves lest they trip over a straw that maybe in their path. There are some who climb mountains or fly hot air balloons to enjoy the view of our wonderful world bellow.

Others still, spend their life watching the stars, discovering new galaxies and planetary systems. They are inventing, designing, building new telescopes to be awed by previously unseen splendours and those yet to be discovered.

James Michener in epic novel “Space” says it through one of his characters that “…We should teach our children wonderment”.

Wonderment of the beauty of the world in which we are but a speck of dust, surrounded by an infinite number of other worlds in our seemingly limitless universe, countless other stars, galaxies and planets.

Every day there is a new discovery: gadgets with which we can study sub-atomic particles. We can look on through powerful telescopes at the time close to the Big Bang. What was fantasy yesterday, becomes reality today. (e.g. the creation of antimatter in a particles accelerator in Europe)  I could go on, but I think the reader has got my drift.  Let us wonder together and look beyond our petty everyday problems and begin to WONDER,

Let us teach our children and their childrens’ children to learn about our glorious existence and our infinite possibilities in building an “…ever-advancing civilisation” based on justice and unconditional love for one another.

Let us wonder about the infinite possibilities of our own individual inner world interacting with a limitless outer world.  Regard man as a mine rich in gems of inestimable value. Education, can alone cause it to reveal its treasures.” so said Bahá’u’lláh, the Lord of our Age.

May the Lord of All Worlds the Creator of All Existences give us a clear vision for the future. May we be given the strength and courage to make our modern Dreaming  a practical reality!  May we persevere and pray to realise our own full potential through a true humility acquired by the realisation of  our own flaws and limitations and the recognition of an Infinite and Unknowable Ancient Being and His all glorious creation!

A book of poetry: Verses of Wonderment was published yesterday!!! (6th July, 2013) 

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Verses of Wonderment…

 

By Les Endrei


 

 

 

 

 

Verses of Wonderment

 

Copyright Les Endrei 2013

All rights reserved

 

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form

by photocopying or by electronic means,

including information storage or retrieval systems,

without permission in writing from both the copyright

owner and the publisher of the book

 

 

ISBN:  978-1-304-20299-4

 

First  Published 2013 by

 

ONEWORLD PUBLISHING

 

19 Alice Mews,

Bannockburn Victoria, 3331

Australia


Foreword: the Poetry of the Poet of the Planet.

 

 

The author, Laci Endrei, a Hungarian born Australian poet, after searching for a noble inspiration, driven by the enlightened power of the All-Mighty, demonstrated an exceptional poetic creativity. Past, present and the future are the purposed ‘timeline’ of his poetry and the four corners of the world is its ‘guideline’ that makes his work planetary inclusive. This inclusiveness is like the golden glow that never loses secrets of its glare. But, Laci is just a creative dreamer in the universe that shapes the lyrics of love and respect, dreaming and writing about the dignity of all people of the planet for the sake of the future.    

His ideas and inspiration grow and flow like the ocean waves. Laci is not just one of those boat people of 1959, but rather he is a tireless sailor and proud Aussie who travels the world with a pen and ink by writing the letters of humanism of solidarity, dignity and social justice. His verses are a deep ocean of the spirit of love and peace. He always thinks about all sides of the world and even beyond. For Laci our planet is a single home where he wishes happiness and appreciation to all, as he recalls ‘one planet, one people’. By adopting different values ​​under one roof his art of poetry finds questions and replies, hope and longing, kindness and care, harmony and tolerance, and the future prospect of virtuousness. He is a highly cultivated person who weaves a beautiful tapestry of diverse poems that may be spread out in various directions that different people may find their ways of commonalities easier.

Through his poetry he feels comfortable as a citizen of the world. His poetic cosmopolitanism articulates the reflective vision of the riches of cultural–religious diversity. The whole world idea for the poet is an eternal poem – to be understood, composed of imagined silence – to be felt, also accompanied with the diversity and harmony – to be appreciated. The acceptance of these dimensions for the lovers of poetry it may bring a delight and pleasure. Indeed he has written for the love of all men and women, for the old and young, for the rich and poor, for the family and friends, and for all those who are nearby and far. It is also written for the people in grief and in happiness sharing the spirit of solidarity. With genuine expressions he also thoughtfully reflects both ancient and the modern times. Hence, he integrated into the world of poetry his contribution to the humanity.

His poems are a mirror of his spirit and faith in which he found himself well-balanced and dedicated. In many respects, his principal source and the spiritual journey is based on his belief and the following of the Baha’i religion. It is profoundly grounded on the wisdom of Baha’u’llah. Indeed Laci is the poet who is the humble servitor of God. He has written for the grandeur and majesty of Lord of the Worlds. His poetic desire and pleasant deed in creating poetry is also accompanied by the continuous expectation of its fulfilment to the All-Knowing. His planetary vision in macro and micro worlds embraces both the similitude and multitude of delicate feelings like a lace with numerous knots. The poet’s idea is to shine the entire poetic message so that its radiance is transmitted through all the golden gates above the paved streets that the angels caress, followed by the sounds of the harp and the echo of bells together with chants and quiet prayer that calls for a long–time, the love for Beloved.

Such a nice poetry cannot be created without a sensitive heart. The essence of Laci’s poetry is the heart which touches other hearts. It is because his poetry is the language of the heart that is full of gold. He can be also described as the poet with the golden heart. His heart is attached to the world of poetry. In depth of his heart there is also a compass harmonizing his imagination and optimistic vision. The rhyming lines of the poetry are heartbeats of love that are blend together into a harmonious whole. The exceptional melody of harmony and balance that can be heard in the West and the East are among the central themes, where the poet conveys a united beauty of diversity as a garden full of flowers of all colours and scents.

The book in an artistically perspicacious way nourishes feelings on the poetic horizon of cosmopolitanism and humanity. It is a great fountain of refreshment and abundant poetic imaginary, especially due the time in which it was written and the topics which it covers, such I believe it to be an incentive interest for a wider readership. This book written by, I would say wholeheartedly the ‘poet of the planet’, is a delightful collection of poems, which I highly recommend for all readers interested in the creative and inclusive poetry.

 

Dr Dzavid Haveric PhD MA 

 (Dzavidi s a historian, specialises Islamic contributions to discovery and a good friend)


The Age of Wonderment.

 

There are many people who either do or don’t believe in a God or a religion, but seek truth and meaning in the world of nature like Jacques Cousteau or David Attenborough, in  physics and mathematics like Albert Einstein or find fulfilment in serving their fellow human beings like a Fred Hollows, an Albert Schweitzer or a Mother Theresa.

Some spend a great deal of their lives to raise awareness of millions land mines crippling innocent children and adults like Princess Dianne did, or raise money to help AIDS victims, others, still campaign for women’s emancipation or the rights of minorities. There are those still are fighting against violence or hunger or for people’s right to be free from oppression by the rich and powerful.

There are people who give up eating meat because of the barbaric cruelty of humans towards animals. (Do I need to elaborate about battery hens, feed lock pigs and cattle?)

Yet there are many who look only in front of themselves lest they trip over a straw that maybe in their path. There are some who climb mountains or fly hot air balloons to enjoy the view of our wonderful world bellow.

Others still, spend their life watching the stars, discovering new galaxies and planetary systems. They are inventing, designing, building new telescopes to be awed by previously unseen splendours and those yet to be discovered.

James Michener in epic novel “Space” says it through one of his characters that “…We should teach our children wonderment”.

Wonderment of the beauty of the world in which we are but a speck of dust, surrounded by an infinite number of other worlds in our seemingly limitless universe, countless other stars, galaxies and planets.

Every day there is a new discovery: gadgets with which we can study sub-atomic particles. We can look on through powerful telescopes at the time close to the Big Bang. What was fantasy yesterday, becomes reality today. (e.g. the creation of antimatter in a particles accelerator in Europe)  I could go on, but I think the reader has got my drift.  Let us wonder together and look beyond our petty everyday problems and begin to WONDER,

Let us teach our children and their children’s’ children to learn about our glorious existence and our infinite possibilities in building an “…ever-advancing civilisation” based on justice and unconditional love for one another.

Let us wonder about the infinite possibilities of our own individual inner world interacting with a limitless outer world.  Regard man as a mine rich in gems of inestimable value. Education, can alone cause it to reveal its treasures.” so said Bahá’u’lláh, the Lord of our Age.

May the Lord of All Worlds the Creator of All Existences give us a clear vision for the future. May we be given the strength and courage to make our modern Dreaming  a practical reality!  May we persevere and pray to realise our own full potential through a true humility acquired by the realisation of  our own flaws and limitations and the recognition of an Infinite and Unknowable Ancient Being and His all glorious creation!

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My grateful thanks and appreciation to all those who helped me and inspired me to write these verses, and to those who assisted with proofreading and editing. A very special thanks to my good friend, Terry Eichler for some of the illustrations and to the Haveric family, especially to Dzavid and Dzejlana for their enthusiastic encouragement and inspiration.

Last but by no means least to my wonderful family for providing me with a loving, warm and fertile environment and for putting up with my moods and foibles.

 

Les Endrei


 

 

 

Ballroom of the Universe...

 

 

Egg-shaped,

luminous splendour

from where we all hatched

lit up by a trillion sparkling stars:

galaxies  suns,  moons  and  planets,

Man dance with women, children with pets

and  trees with rocks Virus, microbes, lions

and bears....   Gazelles, dolphins,   whales

and sharks...  Dinosaurs:  Interacting in the

perpetual  cycle of cycles,  waltzing with

one-another   Attracted by the binding

blinding, - freeing  forces  of  love

in the Grand Great oval hall

of our greatest of all

Universes.

 

 

Is there somewhere a ball in the universe?

Is not the universe itself is the ballroom?

Where the great grand children of stars

Suns, planets and moons

Atoms nuclei and electrons

are dancing together and in the peripherals

in perpetual joy attracted by love

the binding force of creation

and its perpetuation,  preservation,

until transcending themselves

by merging into light, energy and spirit

vibrating and dancing

with their great grand parents

the Stars, in the galaxies

galaxies with galaxies

and universes with universes

overseen, directed and energised  by

the Grand- Master of all Dances.

 

 

Geelong, 11th November, 1992

Come forth Beautiful Maiden...

 

Come forth beautiful maiden,

           the time is here

 For reunion with the world,

           Awake

 From your age long sleep

  I am the Planet Earth.

 

 

 Come forth, O Spotless

           Maiden

 Hold your kind,

           cool, soothing hand

 Over my burnt forests,

           wipe from my brow

 The acid rain

           the radiation

 And soothe the

           smouldering deserts.

 

 

 Stroke my white hair

           with loving hands

 Caress the azure blue

           of my face,

 Hold my hand and lead me

           on my limitless Path

 Through the star studded

           mysteries of space.

 

 

 How I long for

           Your good pleasure,

 The unseen miracles 

           of Your Essence,

 How I desire Your Charm,

           Your Fairness,

Your Chastity,

           Your Innocence...

 

 

Heal me, O Holy Maiden,

           of my passion for power

           and for gold

 The festering

           cancer

                  of wars...

 

 

 

Here are my gifts:

           of Tribes

 The Sacred Sites,

           The jewel of Krishna,

 From David the King

           The Golden Star

 

 

 

 The Sacred Fire

           of Zarathustra,

 The Wheel of Buddha

           the Glowing Cross

 The Crescent of Islam

           and the most precious jewel,

 The Greatest Name!

 

 

 

 Come forth, Beautiful,

           Holy Maiden,

 The time is now

           for your union

with the Earth,

           Awake from your

           age long sleep,

           This is the life giving Kiss

 Of the Prince of Peace,

           the Redeemer of the world...

 

 

 

Come forth, Beautiful.

           Holy

             Maiden

The time is here

           for your marriage

               with the world,

Make your home

           forever

                    with me,

 I am the Planet Earth!

 

 

 

 

 

Geelong, 9th December, 1986


Soul Food

(To satisfy the hunger of the spirit)

 

People are tired

of  hearing lies

and of those who

are seeking converts

Those who divide families:

Children from parents

the smart from the dull

The old from the young

The rich and the poor

 

 

Yet all are long for,

they desire a Link

from their soul

a bond to their

Creator

Who is Hidden

behind a myriad

veils lost in the

once meaningful

scripts

Written long ago

 

 

Resplendent

Behind the clouds

there is

the Great Being!

the One and Only

Unknowable

Essence

shrouded in the glowing

Mysterious

mists!

 


 

One cell has it all

 

Our DNA is but a plan

Yet in a single cell

There is

written

The history

The present and the

the future

the code for a human

and of all mankind

The wonder of all…

 

What greatness

Is hidden in me!

How great is the mystery!

In my world I am

both God and the Devil

I am all there is!

But among the countless

Galaxies

Great Suns

of visible

and invisible worlds

In a limitless

Universe

I am but

The tiniest

Speck

of nothing!

 

 

Geelong, 27th April, 2012


The greatest battle...

 

 

The greatest battle of all 

is fought within ones own soul

this is the cause of the greatest misery

but God gives you strength for victory

Your talent is your weapon of war!

 

 

Bannockburn, 30th April, 2013


"My Father's House..."

 

 

.I went in the great cathedrals of Europe

I've walked through the Shinto Shrines

I took my shoes off in Mosques and Temples

And I visited the sacred Sites.

 

Each place was blessed by the mention of Him

The Glory of Him, mine and their beloved

It was more to me than a passing whim,

that in each place I have felt His presence.

 

What has the devout Jew to lose if he should

he accept the glorious mission of Christ the Son?

What would a Christian's sin be if he would

Accept Muhammad as the Apostle of God?

 

Or what would the gain be if one

Shunned the Message of Krishna?

would it be better if anyone shut his eye

To the glorious insights of Buddha?

 

Is there any purpose in denying

that all strength is from the same might?

Is there any reason for rejecting

a beam from the One Source of  radiant light?

 

Should we not  rush to the New Dawn

with its glorious light of Splendour,

Who combined lights of previous colours

Into the brilliant white light of Grandeur?

 

 

 

Geelong, 20th March, 1993.


-Am I a flute?

 

I am but an empty shell

On my own

I am like a flute

that is put aside

by its Master.

 

 

Without Him

my life becomes hell

it has neither a way

nor a sound and

there is no more wonder.

 

 

For the melody

of the Player

I have given

my core

and my will,

 

 

On my own I have

nothing more to give

When His Spirit is

for a while gone

So is my will to live.

 

Szolnok, 28th August, 1994.


Angels with wings.

 

In olden days it was said

               that all the angels had

six wings: Four of  these were

               to soar in the skies

the other two were given

               only to cover their eyes

 

Lest they be blinded

               when they gaze

               upon the face

of the Splendour of God.

 

O angels, wonderful

               pure beings

               you still soar

 yet unseen in today's world

               gliding with silver-bell sounds

robed in crystal-white clothes

               daubed in gentle, pastel colours:

 

Cover no longer your eyes

               for today when you gaze

               on the Sun

the Splendour of God

               will no longer

               make you blind

but will make you see all

               in a glorious, new, golden light.

 

He prepared a new world for us

               He wants us all

               to see the new vision

that was born for all angels

               and for most mortal men.

 

 

              

There be no longer blindness

               when you now gaze

               upon His face

There be no longer death.

 

 

 

Geelong, 9th November, 1993,


A  Celestial touch...

 

 

 

My heavenly lover

       always seem to be

waiting and ready

       with gentleness and love

Forgiveness and mercy

       dignity and grandeur.

 

 

-Is it really Your hand

       that strokes my forehead

with a healing touch

        waiting for the moment

when my love for all men

         radiates through and melts

the hardened crust of my soul?

 

 

 

 

Geelong, 22nd March, 1991.

 

And God Looked Down

 

God looked down  and saw the Crusaders

           as they fought the Moslems

both thought  that it was for God they'd fought

           God just looked down and laughed.

 

 

Geelong, 5th June 1992.

 

Lights and Shadows...

 

 

Ever an intricate

             a changing pattern

Of fragile

    twigs and things

             of leaves

Branches of trees

    delicate lights

             and shadows.

Bacteria, virus,

    worms, insects

             and animals

Blacks fading

    into golds

Golds altering

    to blacks

Of calm stills

    to gracefully

             flowing

      gliding

Threads of life:

    Chains of crocheting

Knitting, blending

    attracting

             minerals

Into D.N.A.,

    into genes

             bodies

      into spirits

Never ending

             uniting

             exciting

Changes of life...

 

 

Of falling rain

    into trickling streams

Streams to creeks

    and raging torrents,

             cascades,

                        

waterfalls,

Broad rivers

    to seas of calm

             of oneness                       

   of peace

And majestic storms...

    Then: Back to

             falling rain

And trickling streams...

 

 

The Most Great Calm

    into slight breezes

Breezes into winds

    winds to gales

             tornadoes

To return once again

    to calm

             and to peace...

 

 

From the distance

    of space

             detached

Blue in colour,

    tranquil

 Suggests no storms...

 

 

Our home, our globe,

    beautiful,

             beloved

Planet

    charmingly innocent

             pure blue maiden

 Veiling her face

    in wisp of white

Gliding

    unstoppably

             on its way

 Through unlimited,

    unending

             cycles of space

          and time

 

 

Dark, mysterious,

    bejewelled pattern

Of infinite,

    black velvet

Lit up by a trillion

    majestic stars

             moons

Suns and planets

    eternally

 Perfected by its

    Maker

             the Giver

 Of life

    through change

 And through death...

 

 

Geelong, 11th November, 1985.


 

A Celestial touch...

 

 

 

 

My heavenly lover

     always seem to be

waiting and ready

     with gentleness and love

Forgiveness and mercy

     dignity and grandeur.

 

 

-Is it really Your hand

     that strokes my forehead

with a healing touch

     waiting for the moment

when my love for all men

     radiates through and melts

the hardened crust of my soul?

 


 

 

 

. "My Father's House has many mansions."

Publish 

 

I went in the great cathedrals of Europe

In Japan I walked through the Shinto Shrines

I took my shoes off in mosques and temples

And I visited the Sacred Sites.

 

 

 

All were blessed by the mention of Him

and in each place I have felt His presence.

It was more to all  than a passing whim

for he praise of Him, the Beloved Essence.

 

 

 

What would the God-fearing Jew lose

should he accept the Gospel of Christ the Son

And what of  Christian if he could accept

Muhammad as the Apostle of God?

 

 

 

What would our gain be if we

Shunned the Message of Krishna?

Could it be better, would it be seemly

if we shut our eyes to the insights of Buddha?

 

 

 

Is there any sense in rejecting a ray

the beauty of the one resplendent Dawn?

Is there really a valid reason to deny

that the Source of All Power is well known?

 

 

Should we not rush to the New Dawn

with its glorious light of Splendour

that combines the lights of previous colours

into the brilliant white light of Grandeur?

 

 

 

Geelong, 20th March, 1993.


My God, My God...

 

 

My God, my God

I want You to change me

I want You to remake me

I want to be holy,

I want to be Your saint

I want to be more

like You!

 

 

My son, my son

I don’t want you to change

I want you to remain

I want you to remain you

If you really want to

please Me, discover

what you truly are!

 

 

Seek the Truth,

Be ye honest,

Do love My beauty

In all, for I am in you

Be never a hypocrite,

and strive to be

what you truly are:

Then better the best:

Become the perfect you!

Then you will find Me

in you!

 

 

 Geelong, 12 December, 1993

 

Crosses, Crescents & Stars and Other Signs

 

           

I`m grateful for all the crosses

crescents and stars

and prayer wheels

swastikas drawn the Hindu way

I am glad to see these symbols

of  religions young and old

and I am thrilled to see

the Greatest Name!

 

 

I am glad to hear

the bells ringing

I leap with joy when

the muezzin chants

I am happy to hear

the tribal singing

with sunward stretched

arms at sunrise.

 

 

I am glad to see

the happy smiles

I am sad to hear

him or her cry

I am glad to see

the angels among us

I am glad to hear all

who's being kind.

I am happy to have

all who care

I am sad to feel those

things we fear

But I am glad to meet

the brave who dare.

 

 

I am glad to observe

animals bask

in the glorious light

of the morning sun

Snow-white lambs

play with lion cubs,

and to see new and old

trees with fresh

growth growing,

I love to smell the sweet

scent of flowers,

rain falling

and to see the smooth,

verdant velvet

of new born grass.

 

 

Because all I see

and all I hear

reminds me of the one

the Unique One

for good or bad

Who always cares.

our one and only

loving  God.

 

 

 

 

 

Geelong. 11th November. 1993.


My Friends, Persians.

 

 

I've first met you

on the pages of history

In the glorious stories

of Xerxes,

Antexerxes, Darius

the famous and the famed

both in your losses

and your victories.

Untold wealth,

gold, silver and silk

 

 

 

Intricate carpets, ivory,

a rich culture,

advanced science

mystical poets,

glittering lights

exquisite gardens

soaring columns,

and heavenly heights.

 

 

 

Later,

I've met you again

in the Bible:

Cyrus the Great

and the Just, the rebuilder

of Babylon

and the Jewish

Temple of God.

 

Iran, the magic land

of the Magi

The Three Wise Men

in Bethlehem

were all Parsee.

 

 

 

You were the

French of the East

or were the

French really the

Persians of the West?

You were known

for your refined courtesy

Highly civilised,

with manners exemplary

In both the East

and the West.

 

 

 

As with other nations

there were times

 in your lives

when the glowing

embers of passion

were whipped to flames

by roaring winds

by the changes

as in our times.

 

 

 

We heard of Husayn,

Quddus, Tahirih

Then Mona and

 Dr. Samandiri

and countless others

who gave their lives...

 

From your joy and your tears

and from your pain

The Cause of God risen

to sublime heights

from unknown realm

to a glorious paradise.

 

 

 

We've put you on a pedestal

you must stand tall

But your forehead

should be in the dust

and you must not fall!

 

 

 

Forget your customs,

your values

your manners and be like us

but not too much!

Lest we won't like

what we may see in you

as an unflattering

reflection of us.

 

 

 

We can if we will fall

short and

be human but you cannot.

Brothers and sisters,

Persians,

Do you feel

martyred

again

by the Friends?

 

 

 

You can all come

and fill our goals

while we do nothing,

but don't you

Outnumber us!

We love you dearly

and cherish your food

 

 

 

-But would you

not be better off

in the US., Europe

or in Canada?

My brothers and sisters

from the realm

of the Beloved,

Do you feel

martyred again

by the friends?

 

 

 

Speak not your

lingo the language

of your parents,

Said, Rumi your ports

not at all and never

in front of us!

We can fail,

we can be human,

But you cannot!

 

 

 

If our view is different

and you think its right,

This is not the trend,

say nothing

if you do you are wrong

You should be sensitive

enough to be quiet

nicely, when you are told!

 

Never mind our laws,

Bahá'u'lláh,

Love us like we are!

You should come to

all the meetings

we arrange

We are often too busy,

can't you see

and we must be free

to come and go

as we please,

when we please!

 

 

 

When we are there

be silent

and look like us,

dye your hair

God forbid,

they will think

we are all Persians,

and this we fear,

Become invisible,

if you really care!

 

 

 

My heart cries for you

Mothers and Fathers

Brothers and Sisters,

Persians,

Do you feel martyred

again by the friends?

 

Geelong, 1st July, 1986.


Dancing in Stillness and in Silence...

 

 

I listened for a lifetime

for the Voice of Magic

From parents, priests and

searching my own mind

& found it not in books,

words, works

or even in music

but in perfect silence

and then:

Only for a moment.

 

I forever yearned for the

ecstatic dance of my soul

Through searching of cultures

monasteries of Sufis,

and in the ashrams.

My spirit was in Lhasa

with the lamas.

In the quietness of deserts

 

I listened in discos,

to pop and other music

Looked in the life of

great heroes or saints,

and in vain did I listen

for the Voice of God

I thought I heard it,

but found it not...

 

Nor did I find it

in concert halls,

bars, stories

or in the movies,

theatres

, fancy dress balls

nor in any sports

But found it

only in stillness,

And then,

only for a moment,

Only for a moment,

Only for a moment.

 

 

I then longed for peace

and found it even in war

and in war I've

found more peace

I sought  for joy

and happiness

in pleasures,

ambition and success

but found it only

through serving

the suffering

For indeed,

only through

suffering and serving,

alone or with others

can one find it.

And then,

only for a moment,

Only for a moment.

 

I wished to soar

up to the heavens

But it is not done

on wings of jets

rockets

or other planes:

For it is only

in our dreams

that we will

truly succeed.

There one can

 really fly

over the

darkened world

and even in the

 pitch darkness

of midnight

there is light,

there is light,

there is light!

 

What seems real

 can always

be a dream

Whether we're asleep

or are awake

But it is only in

our dreams while

we are still in this world

that there is no

bound to Time

nor is there room

for deadening logic

and there is no

confining Space.

 

 

There is stillness,

There is rhythm,

there is music,

there is joy and

there is dance...

 

And that moment,

when it is reached

is Eternity!

 

 

  Geelong, 21st June, 1992.


Dancing with You

              

                        

 

I, a stranger,

     went to the dance,

                                  looking on                              

with interest

                          The Hall was

                                  half an old church,

                          A crude, barn-like

                                  place the rest.

                          Built of bricks

                                  the same types

                          Both sides.

         

       

                          In the church

                                  an old priest

                          The dance

                                  he organised it:

                          There was an air of gloom

                                  and an air of hope

                          A light of half dark

                                  a dark of half light

                          Half life

                                  half freedom,

                          I went in

                                  and I looked on.

         

         

                          I went in

                                  and I glanced down

                          The church had a beauty

                                  seemed immense

                          Above me,

                                  its style

                          Gothic, a past century,

                                  the thirteenth

                          -Or was it less?

                                  I looked on

                          Not part of it,

                                  for a minute

                          I was inside,

                                  then outside

                          On a ledge.

         

         

                          It was there

                                  that I've met You:

                          I gazed upon Your Face,

                                  It was the Only One I knew

                          At the Dance.

                                  I knew I could not dance

                          Yet You've held me

                                  in Your arms:

                          Together we waltzed,

                                  we swung and we walked.

         

         

                          I led You,

                                  yet I led You not,

                          You led me,

                                  yet You led me not

                          But we danced as one...

         

         

                          As we moved my awe

                                  and my love

                          For You grew

                                  with each step:

                          I closed my eyes

                                  without weight,

                          We danced as one...

         

         

                          I've felt You

                                  yet I've felt you not,

                          I've held You,

                                  yet I've held You not,

                          We were near

                                  the edge of death

                                          and of life

                          Yet I felt no fear...

                                  I told You of my love:

                          I needed no answer.

         

         

                          In my arms You danced,

                                  In your arms I glided,

                          As if we left

                                  our feet and legs

                          My body had no weight:

                                  I was one with You,

                                          My body,

                                                  My Soul,

                          My love,

                                  My Beloved...

         

         

 Geelong, 9th November, 1986.

Dancing with all.

 

As the world changes,

we must be never afraid to

dance to emerging new patterns

New dances, exciting new steps

exploring our own inner selves

in response to dancing with others.

 

We take pleasure and pride

when dance with our bride

It a new dance when we're married

Then comes a child. disrupting our play

our rhythm of  work, meals and bed.

 

The second babe makes four,

plus our mothers, fathers, friends

all in-laws soon join the fry

life for us becomes ever harder

for that we don't even have to try.

 

When we dance with our Lord

-Why not for once

let Him take the lead?

and then when we do respond:

Our life can be so much easier

when we do try hard never

to step on anyone's toes...

 

At times our dance

does become driven

by the holiest sense of oneness:

Being one with all,

Transcendence!

At that moment we grow

wings on our legs and thence

they will take us

to the renewed dimensions

of the highest of all heavens...

 

On the plane to Melbourne, 15th September, 1993

Divine Music

 

 

The hearts are opened

               As the speaker

converses with us in English

               and the interpreter

murmurs in Hungarian

               Yet their voices

seem to blend into one.

 

 

Words and vibrations

               transmuting into a

noble and divine music

               like the chiming of a

thousand crystal

               clear silver bells.

              

 

 

It matters not what

               the speakers are saying

a spirit that is holy,

               is felt here, lingering

and there is only one

               voice, one fragrance

the fragrance of the vibrant

               holy Voice of God.

              

 

 

All is made whole

               and sacred

by the joy of our love

               we feel for our brothers,

sisters, parents

               and for our children,

& our children's children.

 

 

Syllables and sounds

               resonate  

like the chords

               on heavenly harps

our eyes are in tears         

               and the Divine Spirit

seems to flow in

               through our sight

and throu' our ears.

 

 

Our heart's dying thirst

               is quenched with

the wine of Life!

               as the Divine Spirit

transforms this mortal world

               into an immortal Paradise.

it changes sounds into

               divine music

and joy into

               heavenly delights!

 

 

Hungarian Bahá'í Summer School, Zánka, 19th August, 1993.


Demons at work.

 

 

 

In bygone ages

Inquisitors were

waiting for their time

Like wolves hiding

among the sheep

behind their positions

of power put there

by foolish men

and they were

ever ready to hijack

the spirit of men...

 

 

Worshippers of Baal

the Calf, Mannon and other

imaginary gods are

swearing loyalty

to the one Real God

some ever awaiting their chance

to make of a follower of Light

another human sacrifice.

 

 

They forever dream

of new monuments

of skulls, dismembered limbs

another million deaths.

They're always

trying to trap a new Galileo

to recant or to burn

another Gionardo de Bruno

at the stake for telling the facts.

 

 

The Eternal Prisoner

Just had His shackles shattered

The joy of new freedoms

still remains, strong

but the smithy of hell

is already ablaze

and newly born demons

 are busily forging

new fetters made of

unbreakable steel...

 

 

 

Geelong, 22nd July, 1992


The Dawning of The Sun.

 

 

 

                                The Sun has set for humans

who wish to abase others over race,

 gender, class or other pretence.

Built on conceit, on a nation's sense

 of a superior culture,

Power, wealth or intellect,

 On colour of skin, white, black,

Brown, yellow and green

 men of the moon or red...

It is not ideals of the bold

 but lies that are dying

Yet vampire bats of old

 screeching, waring, fleeing

Are still thirsting blood...

 

 

 

The Sun has set on humans

who wish to ravish nature

 as it has set on prejudices,

On oppressors, bigots, empires

 of greed, and on fanatics.

The world is yearning for new way

 as the New Sun rises -

Yet some are weeping in the darkness

 mourning for waning mirages...

It is not real ideals, but

 it is lies that are dying

Yet vampire bats worn, gone

 screeching, battling, fleeing

Are still drawing blood...

 

 

 

The Lord of Truth, of brilliance

The Hope of the Earth,

 and the Lord of Worlds

He was here only yesterday!

Alas, they saw Him not,

They were asleep when He came:

 In the glory of the Sun,

surrounded by soft, golden lights

 adorned by blinding

torrents of lightning,

 exploding moons and stars...

 

 

 

To all He is Life - yet He is death

to the of Lord of Darkness:

 and the cause of fading mirages.

It is not ideals, no,

 it is lies that are dying

Yet vampire bats of old

 screeching, trembling, crawling

Are still craving blood...

 

 

 

 

Geelong, 12th July, 1991.


Jerusalem, the City of Peace…

 

City of Light,

           City of Delight,

               City of Four Heavens!

 

O City of Peace,

For thee, so many fought,

           a thousand battles and wars

How much blood has been shed

of the guilty

           and of the innocent,

wanting to possess Thee

           greedily, jealously

even to the death

           All this for a Kingdom

that rightfully,

           exclusively

ever belonged

           only to God

Who is the Sun of light

           the Creator and

           the Lover of Life

and the Lord of the Vineyard!

 

Some showed the stones

           They claimed:

These were the rocks

           on these He has walked

struggling with the Cross

           and  I thought:

"-Why show me dead stones?

           Give me living words,

selfless deeds,

           noble works!

Show me glowing hearts,

           signs for the living,

for oneness

           and for peace..."

I could feel Their presence...

           Moses, Christ,

               Muhammad, the Báb,

                       Bahá'u'lláh....

 

They are one Light and one Truth.

           five of many Speakers

I hastened my steps following, longing

           to walk in their footsteps

The footprint of the One

Who was and is My Lord

           The Lord of an Age

           long since passed

              yet of now...

I kneeled at His grave and prayed

           for peace in our times...

 

Why show me dead stones,

           or utter dead words,

I can feel His presence!

           For the world:

Will there be death

           or will there be life?

 

And for me:

           will this be me?

A small hill

           at the end of my time

           a footstool of God

a Calvary

           a tiny hump

           that reaches

the skies of Their

           Heavens

in the City of Eternal

 

Peace...

 

 

 

Geelong,  24th  October, 1985.

 

 


I've Dreamt...

 

 

I've dreamt that I saw Jesus

           walking on the shores

           of the Dead Sea

I've dreamt I was Jesus

           wearing no crown, 

           no golden robes nor silk

But sack cloth, not more

           those who'd listen to me

           were all too few

In a world without a soul...

I've dreamt I was Buddha

           walking a throng

           cross the Ganges

The thousands who followed me then

           I said to them I would

           come back, I say am back

-Is there any who'll lend me their ears?

           after all it was for me

           they prayed for

Two and a half thousand years?

I've dreamt that I was Moses

           I'd said I'd be back: As I was

           taking my people across the Sea

They pray that I should return

            am back, but there are too few

           among them who can see...

For the Messiah who returns

           with a name that is new

           they prayed for me

For three and a half thousand years...

I've no golden crown but sack cloth

           and 'd only a few who were willing to hear

           I wore no silk or velvet robes

What is it than that I have to say   

           after the absence of close to

           two thousand years?

-Has someone a transistor blaring?

           As if by magic it goes off the air

           some listened and  when they did

Yet even then they were too deaf to hear.

I've dreamt that I saw Bahá'u'lláh

           Who spoke of justice & unity for all

           yet are we too busy arguing

Just what is justice and unity for

           whether oneness included some or all

           were they who followed really better

-Are they just plain superior?

           Is this getting too much to bear?

           Can they not see, can they not hear?

In a world without an ear or a soul...

God as always will get His way, no doubt,

           and the future is assured

           with golden crowns

Gift-wrapped in ilk

           with  diamonds,

           white marble and velvet

Deluges, cascades and tornadoes

           of brilliant Lights

           and gardens of delight...

A million fountains, with the Water of Life...

 

 

 

Geelong, 3rd March, 1990.


 

 Jewels, I love...

 

 

 

 

How  I love rare, exquisite jewels

Made in silver, or set in gold:

     Diamonds, rubies,

     amethysts, emeralds:

Admire as I do the might

of its Worker, with its

     delicate patterns, gifts,

     twists and mysteries.

 

 

How I savour the polished silver

of a free, sparkling intellect

     dazzling with lights,

     reflecting the wisdom

That is gained from true science.

-Is there a gentler beauty,

     than an amethyst of myths,

     of dreams and knowledge?

 

 

 I do esteem the cold courage

of an alloy of chrome-nickel

      stainless steel- no less,

     bulging with the strength

Of elephants and boosted

by the vision of an eagle

     and by the fearless 

     bravery of tigers.

 

 

 How I treasure diamonds of selfless

love, I adore them as they shine

     like fires through the lens

     of enamoured lovers eyes!

And I treasure the gold of an

unsullied character, unexpected,

     yet often glinting

     through people's lives!

 

 

And I love the colour of rubies

brought forth by the fire

     of self-sacrifices!

     How I value emeralds:

Rocks of strength, of growth

of hope, the lush green of life,

     starting today for today

     and for a better tomorrow.

 

 

 How I love the azure blue skies

 reflected in pure waters

     when like a "polished mirror"

     they are reflecting the un-warped

and exact image of the Sun!

And when its light is seen,

     with peace etched deeply in,

     on the iris of the seekers.

 

 

How I love glistening crystal prisms

dividing pure, white unspoilt light

     painting a rainbow onto the clouds

     Revealing its Latent Beauty,

through seven veils across the skies:

Resplendent, refreshed, uncoded:

     As seen on the pristine paper

     of an unstained human heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 Geelong, 2nd August, 1991.


  Let's Walk Together!

 

 

I've not yet arrived

at the gates of heaven

but I've learnt of a path

on which we could go

There is a new Sunshine

in which to bask

I've not yet deserved

the favour of God

but I know a way to seek it

All the answers

I've not obtained not

But I learnt of the

questions

 we'll need to ask.

 

 

I am not yet in

a state of perfection

But I've got an idea

of how & why

I and others

will need to change.

If you want to be

 with me and

to come and

seek new ways

I welcome you

on my journey

for the road is rough

and the time is long

and there will be

moments

when we'll seem

to be standing still

and for every joy

there are ten sorrows

a frustration and

a lack of  will

But to have you

walking with me

walking with us,

hand in hand

it makes it seem

as we were

already at the Gates

of the highest Heaven.

 

 

At times there will be

 a holy trance

when we will all think

that to a new milestone

we have now arrived

on  the long,

unclearly marked

twisting, winding

and rocky path

towards the

City of Truth

to our true purpose

on our way

to the Great, Almighty,

Resplendent God

From Whom we came.

 

 

 

Geelong. 19th July, 1992.


                   

Have you Lived?

        

    

 

Have you seen

a snow white lamb

Jumping a blade of grass?

Have you observed

                                                   A small being

Born to the world of light?

Have you felt a little child

holding onto you tight?

Was your lover the girl

Who later became your wife?

 

 

Have you seen delicate leaves

with intricate veins, throughout,

Did you smell flowers on your way

blooming bright reds or pink

In garden beds beautiful roses

Have you picked them

Along the paths

In Mysterious Forests?

 

 

Did you glide in pure waters

and saw the plants, squids, corals

Gleaming shells

emerald greens

And tiny fish,

one of millions others?

 

 

Have you seen a little moth

Burnt up in a flame of light?

Did you enter the door of death

And met the Infinite?

Have you loved so intensively

that you were ready to give

Your life?

 

 

If you have done so

you shall never die,

If you haven't

you have never lived,

In either way fear nothing:

 

 

For if you haven't lived

you cannot die

If you cannot die

You haven't lived!

 

 

Geelong, 2nd April, 1987.

 

 

My soul cries

 

 

 

 

My soul cries

When I see the ruins

It sobs alike in Africa

then in Croatia

and in Bosnia

when I see the tanks,

machine guns,

cannons and rifles.

My soul cries

while I observe

flags holed by bullets

The wrecks, the wounded

those who starve

and the dead.

 

 

My soul cries

As I watch the TV News

my soul sobs, convulsively

as it remembers fifty six

The world at war:

at a bitter depth....

With the joy of this moment

I wish to forget the curse

And everything, forever,

again and again, I want

to forget over and over

Yet it still hurts...

It always hurts...

 

Geelong,  28th August, 1992

 

 

 "The poor in your midst are My trust "    

 

 

(A requiem to Communism.)

 

We were used

           by villains

Getting to the top

           over our bodies

Who replaced one set

           of the unfeeling rich

By another that destroyed

            the old,

Then left us with nothing

           ideals, bankrupt

"The poor in your midst

           are My trust."

 

We were promised no pains

           and suffered for nothing

In an agony never

           before known to man

And now we are left

           without joy

Poor as ever

           and bankrupt

"The poor in your midst

           are My trust."

 

Our help was sought

           and we bravely fought

Against every real

           and imagined enemy

In seas of blood

           ours, and that of others

For a better world

           -But for what?

Unmarked mass graves

           were the fruits of labours

Our work, our harvest: Death

           Leaving us of ideas, bereft

 "The poor in your midst

are  My trust"

           nonetheless.

 

Parents, friends, were killed

           sisters and brothers

And we've got nothing:

           The poor remained

 poor as before

           Misled, fooled with lies

 backward, bankrupt

           "The poor in your midst

 are My trust."

 

The One God Who stands

           before us

Was shown to us

           as opium, or an enemy

Powerless,

           He, the essence of our power,

The Strengths of Strengths!

 

 They said He was dead

           Yet was it not His

Prophet Who said

           -Had we listened:

"The poor in your midst

           are My trust"

"Guard ye My trust!"

           "Obey Thou My command!"

 

It was the Lord of this day

           Bahá'u'lláh Who wrote:

 "Be humble before Me"

           and you will not want

Or be bankrupt

           of life,

You will be free of fears

           I am the poor in your midst

"Their face is My face"

           "The poor in your midst

Are my Trust..."

 

 

 

Geelong  9th September, 1990.

 

(The quotations are from Bahá'u'lláh)


Me and My Shadow...

 

 

 

You are not a part of me

that I give in to easily

You are not that part of me

that I give in too easily

But I never deny that you exist

You are more to me than my brother

you are my flesh and blood

and my very soul

You are me...

 

 

Me and my shadow

me and my darker side are one

greed, rancour and lust

idleness, numbness

qualities of the dust

Is hate the brother of love?

Is greed the sister of thrift?

Is death life?

 

 

 

Geelong, 20th January, 1992.


Moments of Heaven.

 

 

A moment ago

my heart was broken

I wished only for

the death of Nothingness.

But now I've once

again have risen

as I am singing the hymns

of Your  praise

grateful for inspiration

given right now as well

as in my  past life:

At this present moment

the roots of my hair

are afire...

 

 

With a chilling tingling

of my upper body and

especially that of my head

all the way down my spine

I am once again in Heaven

as my body glows with light,

It seems that one transfigures

as he sings hymns praise

while he is being crucified!

 

 

 

 

Geelong, 12th August, 1992


 

Motionless?

 

 

As one lives and dies then smiles

through a hundred thousand lives

Time seems to stand in stillness,

Bursting with life and death

                      motionless, yet moving

                          it is an unchanging,

                      dancing, throbbing,

pulsating universe

It seems so eternal, and so limitless,

 

 

Filled as it is with harmony and wonder,

With the beauty of its song,

an exquisite melody, the meaning

of it all gets ever stronger

                      then fades away  to a whimper

                          en route:

                      Could it still

disappear for me?

Have I  really seen its brightness?

 

Did I understand its Truth?

 

 

Melbourne, 5th March, 1992

 

 


 

My God, My God...

 

 

My God, my God

I want You to change me

I want You to remake me

I want to be holy,

I want to be Your saint

I want to be more

like You!

 

My son, my son

I don’t want you to change

I want you to remain

I want you to remain you

If you really want to

please Me, discover

what you truly are!

 

Seek the Truth,

Be ye honest,

Do love My beauty

In all, for I am in you!

Be never a hypocrite,

and strive to be

what you are:

Then better the best:

Become the perfect you!

 

Then you will find Me

in you!

 

 

 

 

Geelong, 12 December, 1993.


My heart is overflowing

 

My heart is overflowing

with love for God

Yet I have no one

to sing the hymns with

I sing alone as I drive

 my car becomes a church,

a temple and a mosque

within it my voice is

blending with

the crystal clear voice

of a thousand angels...

 

Mortal as I am

yet as I sing my voice

is blending,  with

those celestial

The feeling I have

is like when thousands

happen to sing together

because at this moment

I am all together -

The car became a temple

the chorus my wireless

the street is now a paradise...

 

So I sing alone, yet not alone

but the purring engine of the car

the tape recorder is the choir

the world became a temple

the road a quiet garden

The car: a church, a mosque

a synagogue,  a shrine

my voice, mortal as I am yet

blends now in perfect harmony

with those, celestial....

 

 

Geelong, 2nd September, 1992


The Nightingale...

 

 

Your gentle mystery

remains hidden to me

Until I hear your song

but then, I see you not

What are you really like?

Art Thou the Bird of Mystery,

the Singer of Paradise?

 

 

I heard that you are adored,

you'd give rapture to a rose,

Thou, the a warbler of love songs,

I sense your fire and your longing

your delight in the Dawning Sun

your ecstasy for the Spring!

 

 

What is it like to be

in love with a rose,

what is the joy

that causes you to sing?

What brings you

from the heavens down

What will a Magyar

nightingale sing

When it sings for

a new Magyar dawn?

 

 

 

 

 

Sopron, 31st May, 1993

  Singing in Tune with the Universe...

   

  

 

I was with a man

  I know not the name,

nor the face,

We walked on the edge 

   of a precipice

A rocky path leading

   along a steep,

Mountainside

    

As time has come for me

   to recite a verse

And I started to pray

    with my back

     turned towards the Earth

And my face

    towards the rest

Of the Universe

 

I chanted with love

   enraptured, 

From the very depth of my being  

   for all that is,   

and all there is  

With joy and with gratitude.  

 

Chanting, forgetting

        my self & as I sang

I began to think

   that I could hear, 

Unsure, then sure,

   then a certain thing:

 

It was music, 

   it was a Song

It was the Song,

   the Song    

        that I heard   

The hum, the sound,

        the harmony

Of the Universe.

       

A form, glorious

 began to emerge

Above me   

in the Heavens.

It had the shape

of an Octopus

  With arms, tentacles?

 reaching across

To the East,

   the South, the North

and the West

  The sky opened

a golden light

Illumined all below

 

The Form was now

  glowing gold

 And as it sat,

  unmoving  

 It was embraced,

   illumined

By the mauve,

    black, golden light

Of the night Sky...

 

 As I chanted

  enchanted,

    Listening

blending,

Harmonising,

    then sang in tune

With a trillion and

    One Voice..

 

Blending, singing,

Living, feeling

Chanting in unison

with a trillion and one voice

and they with me

The Song of the

    Universe...

 

 

 

Geelong, 12th August, 1989.


 

Me and My Shadow...

 

 

 

You are not a part of me

that I give in to easily

You are not that part of me

that I give in too easily

But I never deny that you exist

You are more to me than my brother

you are my flesh and blood

and my very soul

You are me...

 

 

Me and my shadow

me and my darker side are one

greed, rancour and lust

idleness, numbness

qualities of the dust

Is hate the brother of love?

Is greed the sister of thrift?

Is death life?

 

 

 

Geelong, 20th January, 1992.


Motionless?

 

 

As one lives and dies then smiles

through a hundred thousand lives

Time seems to stand in stillness,

Bursting with life and death

                  motionless, yet moving

                       it is an unchanging,

                  dancing, throbbing,

pulsating universe

It seems so eternal, and so limitless,

 

 

Filled as it is with harmony and wonder,

With the beauty of its song,

an exquisite melody, the meaning

of it all gets ever stronger

                  then fades away  to a whimper

                       en route:

                  Could it still

disappear for me?

Have I  really seen its brightness?

 

Did I understand its Truth?

 

 

 

 

Melbourne, 5th March, 1993.


The present and the past.

 

 

We know they are light years away.

           -But what does that mean than?

           Those galaxies and stars

and the moon are all so close.

           I seem to be able touch them

           with the tips of my fingers!

Yet I what I see is but the past..

 

 

-What is then the meaning?

           When You always seem

           so close above me, hovering

around us that I can at times

           reach you with my eyes?

           You are so far away

yet closer than my own life-vein!

 

 

Enamoured with all, I seem

           at times to despair, yet

           I am certain and I feel

it my bones, that it is His will

           for us to be in love with all,

           it is to be loved by all

To be the part of one whole!

 

 

 

     Sopron, 23rd July, 1993


I am the richest...

 

 

I am one of the richest

man on the whole globe

for I have access to the

most fabulous gems

the jewels of our Lord

 

 

I can possess the wisest

of all known wisdom

when I realise my goodness

and the oneness of all

of all men and kingdoms.

 

 

I can be a part

of the very strongest

force in this vast universe

I can tune into the heart

of the Power of all Powers.

 

 

At the brightest dawn

I can become a ray

for I can, at any time

become a true beacon

a follower of Light!

 

 

I shall become

the very best lover

known to this world for

I have become His lover

and a lover of His Word!

 

Sopron, June, 26th 1993.


My family...

 

 

For you are my parents

        my sisters, my brothers

        and my children,

Your past your culture and

        your present may be different

Your mind or your body

        might be scarred or crippled,

You might be happy or sad

        caring or indifferent,

Your face may be distorted by pain

        yet you remain a coded

personal message from our God

        the Beloved with Whom

we ever strive for blissful reunion.

 

-Could I ever turn away with scorn

        from such a messenger?

Should I only love the Sender

        but not the message itself?

 

And I love you as love

        the five thousand million others

Each a message from the One Creator

        most of whom I will never  meet,

and not one I encounter will I ever

        fully understand.

 

You are a drop from my sea

        and are the sea itself:

As vast as the ocean

        and are as beautiful

as a hidden pearl!

 

Geelong, 15th December, 1988.



Butterfly...

 

 

Beautiful butterfly

            pure butterfly

soar up to the heavens

            from flower to flowers!

 

 

Take the sweet

            Nectar of life

To homes, depressed,

            sad and embittered!

 

 

Butterfly, beautiful

            beautiful butterfly

            look at not the Earth

The mud, the dirt

            and the swamps!

 

 

Turn your face

            to the high skies

See only the Sun and

            Resplendent stars!

 

 

 

 

 

Szolnok, 19th February, 1996

 

Gentle Petals…

 

 

 

 

 

Fragrant petals of rose

locked in an embrace                     

protecting at their inner core

the very nectar of heavens

with gentleness against

the Sun, hail and stormy winds

Losing their beauty :

As they save with their substance

the essence of life

Just before it dies...

 

 

 

 

Geelong, 24th December, 1991.

 

 

 


 

 

 

To a Rose,

 

 

 

 

The rose is the most loved

           of all flowers

An inspiration to poets, 

           and prophets past & present

as well as ordinary men.

           In the season of spring

it is dressed like an empress

Then spent and withered.

 

 

But each year

           from spring to winter

It is reborn again & again

           with a beauty that is forever

Complete with its thorns

           for its protection

but with a fragrance

           that is from heaven...

 

 

 

 

Geelong, 1990.


The Genius  of Man.

 

 

 

As we sit in an inn beneath

     the Fire Tower in Sopron,

we recall the streets and canals

     the glittering crystals of Venice,

Before my eyes is the Planet:

     with its myriad grand palaces.

 

My mind is also walking

     on Red Square in Moscow,

on the roads of enchanting

     Budapest, Prague, Kioto,

 London, Vienna, Peking.

     and I am dreaming...

 

My journey going on

                       to fabled India

then to Paris of the old 

     I fly to Peru then to Africa

To Florence & Bangkok.

     to our common distant past..

 

Then I walk

     on the ancient streets

of London and Dresden...

     It is spring, we are

basking in the sun

     As we listen to a

busker's music -

     O how I admire

the genius of man!

 

We are walking

     on the cobble-stones

We are entering

     arched rooms in Sopron

As I eat the "vadas"

     I get a whiff of garlic 

-Is it Hong-Kong or Saigon?

 

The decaying, musty

     old houses still

show the tell-tale

     signs of fiery death

     But now they all have their

souls again resurrected.

 

Following the wars

     Plagues and diseases

the work and spirit of

     our own, unique masters

of past artists and architects:

     We see their works

lovingly restored

     with the money of

wise bankers & masters

     of the present.

 

     We sit there in awe

delighted in them

     as we are hearing gratefully

a young busker's verse,

     admiring the undying

genius of men:. The gift of

     the Ever-Forgiving

in the very image

     of the loving God of

our limitless Universe....

    

 

 

 

Sopron, 20th April, 1993.

 

Should I   shade my eye from the Sun?

    

    

    

    

If just for one moment

I could behold Thy Face,

My blindness to all other beauty

Would be well worth it!

 

 

 

Let the fire of Thy heat burn me!

Let the intensity of Thy Light blind me!

Let my all consuming love for Thee

Consume me!

 

 

 

Should I close my eye

To the Beauty of the Beloved

When a moment of rapture

That makes me blind to all

Makes it well worth it?

 

 

 

 

Geelong, 25th December, 1986.


Teach me...

 

Teach me to see the beauty

        that is life

Show me how

        the Sun is always

shining with

        its golden rays

Teach me to see

        the reflection

of the sky

        in pure waters

The rustling

        of the trees:

To hear the garble

        of gum leaves

cleansed in the rain

        as they move to reflect

The heavens in the wind...

 

Tell me about

        scintillating

stars out there

        in the universe

Teach me through

        your Beauty

        my beauty

Show me the wonders

        of our inner worlds

Teach me what lays

        at the depth of the

at the inmost soul of

        every friend

foe and every man,

        and woman

What we are like

        for we are all alike

And we are one...

 

Geelong, 29th August, 1990.

 


My Soul Weeps…

 

 

My soul weeps

For it cannot love

It was not loved

it never learnt it

I am not loved

For I did not love

I never earned it.

 

 

 

My body is imprisoned

In this world

What I have stops me

 from having

What I cannot have

I cannot find detachment

I am damned

I cannot find

Unconditional love.

 

 

 

The universe is bleak

With its hundred

Billions suns

For if you cannot

Perceive the light

Your world is only

Darkness

And your stars

Are without light.

 

 

 

 

 

My son, open your eyes

For your splendid Sun

Is shining

A billion revelations

Are pouring out giving

Life-giving waters

In the galaxies

The universes

My Everlasting Spirit

Pulses.

 

Quaff O quaff of the spirit

Of your Beloved.

 

Geelong, 25th December, 2010


The Divine Melody...

 

 

 

A good rhythm is to be happy

Singing a pleasant tune with friends

To be and work in peace with all

A part of a Divine Harmony

Taking part in the dance

of stars, of trees and the winds

in the family of man, diverse

in the radiant, golden ballroom

of our resplendent universe...

 

 

 

 

Geelong, 7th October, 1992.

 

 

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