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Jai Shri Mataji!

 

Navaratri Puja Poetry Competition

 

Please enjoy the following contributions from our poets.

 

 

 

At Peace

 

Take a place on some nice lush green grass,

 

shut your eyes and think of nothing but sounds,

 

the leaves rustling,

 

the wind tickling your ears,

 

the waves crashing and the birds cheeping.

 

Now let it all go with 3 deep breaths in and out,

 

then you will be

 

at peace.

 

By Dean Peirce 12yrs old

 

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Sahaja Yoga Poem

 

Sahaja Yoga is a place to do meditation,

 

We all have to be calm and have some relaxation,

 

The Sahasrara Chakra is an important chakra,

 

This chakra has the respective qualities of the other chakra’s,

 

When we meditate we want our Kundallini to rise,

 

Just like a sunrise,

 

When meditating you should not be thinking but feeling a cool breeze on your hand,

 

And nothing will be tricking in your meditation,

 

Shri Mataji is our founder and creator of Sahaja Yoga,

 

If she didn’t make Sahaja Yoga we wouldn’t be in this moment of relaxation

 

and we wouldn’t have been thoughtless in our meditation,

 

And being a Sahaji Yogi is a gift to have,

 

Jai Shri Mataji!

 

By Ishani Buff

 

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Sure of YOU

 

Opening my eyes

 

and realizing I'm here

 

Had made me think

 

was I sure

 

 

Sure of what

 

I asked myself

 

Reasons for that

 

I doubted itself

 

 

Sure of sight

 

was what I was seeing

 

Sure of touch

 

was what I was feeling

 

 

The preaching

 

has made me clear

 

The mobile I'm in

 

is not in gear

 

 

Today is the day

 

I see me with YOU

 

and today is the day

 

I see YOU in me

 

Akhbar

 

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The Tale of LIGHT

 

Come closer to me

 

to see what I'm seeing

 

Come closer to me

 

to hear what I'm saying

 

 

Come closer, come closer

 

was what I told her

 

And when she came near

 

I gave her the flyer

 

 

Fuzz and buzz

 

were going through her mind

 

I wasn't in a rush

 

to give her mine

 

 

Then the moment came

 

For the light to rise

 

 

Silence...........

 

 

Mental silence

 

was well observed

 

Inner balance

 

was ready to serve

 

 

Tears came out of her eyes

 

but the light was always here

 

The truth never lies

 

A tale told by me to her

 

Akhbar

 

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Free as a bird

 

As free as a bird,

 

My wings strong

 

& will hard like iron

 

Confined & overpowered

 

I lose my will and wilt like dill

 

I must remember my way

 

Staying strong each day

 

Be sweet to my kids

 

Showing them reasons to live

 

For if not I, then who?

 

The women who lived in a shoe?

 

No I must shine so bright

 

You can see me in the night

 

Never forgetting I’m alright

 

Just sit back and enjoy the ride

 

Make a bundhan an take it in your stride

 

As free as a bird

 

My wings strong

 

& will hard like iron

 

Lauretta Peirce

 

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Colour and Fragrance

 

My heart sings with the colours of spring

 

Sunshine warms golden hues of wattle blush

 

Deep red bottlebrushes does this season bring

 

And the wedding bush makes a white spectacle in a flush

 

It’s no wonder colours of spring makes my heart sing

 

 

Dark days end for a spring clean of my dreary winter soul

 

Sun to warm a cold heart and green in eyes cooling for mind

 

I can hop and stride Mother Earth with my twinkle bare feet sole

 

Days of chilly wet of dormant hidden life now left behind

 

To join birds and insects in a lively dance ‘round the maypole

 

 

Join my friend the party of colour and fragrance this season’s bring

 

Everything in its place, dancing to its own nature and pleasant inner tune

 

A balance of things, sharing the sun’s rays amongst all, flying on a wing

 

Soothing senses, introspecting dark pasts left behind, celebrating life as a boon

 

It’s no wonder colours of spring makes my heart sing

 

Chris Szydlowski

 

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The Story Bridge

 

Last night,

 

I heard a father cry

 

for his child,

 

who fell from that bridge.

 

 

And now, I cannot escape

 

the inevitable quest:

 

why do I feel so -

 

that child was not mine,

 

nor mine’s mine,

 

and more than six degrees surely separated us?

 

 

This mind lusts

 

for another answer

 

to that with which

 

my heart is burdened:

 

the child fell

 

through these very hands;

 

from beneath that day’s rubble,

 

bruised and battered from daily trivia,

 

my spirit -restrained, and

 

my mind - consumed by thoughts,

 

so, when our paths must’ve earlier-crossed,

 

an opportunity was lost...

 

 

Alas, Mother, you have blessed a new day,

 

and, hereafter, no guilt, fear nor thoughts shall have I,

 

so, where ever that bridge leads,

 

I shall walk,

 

armed only with your Love

 

and guided by its cool wind -

 

let my spirit shine

 

Your Love so bright

 

that no other child

 

can fall from Your sight.

 

By Sunil

 

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Grandfather Ocean

 

Oh Grandfather Ocean

 

you’re mighty and strong

 

you roar like a lion

 

when you sing your song.

 

 

You can rock us so gently

 

like a babe in a cot

 

or toss us so wildly

 

up onto a rock.

 

 

Oh Grandfather Ocean

 

you caress as you roll

 

your waters are healing

 

it cleanses the soul.

 

 

Oh Grandfather Ocean

 

we love you so dear

 

if we speak to you sweetly

 

will you promise to hear.

 

 

Oh Grandfather Ocean

 

although you destroy

 

to the people who love you

 

you always bring joy.

 

 

Oh Grandfather Ocean

 

you’re mighty and strong

 

you roar like a lion

 

when you sing your song.

 

Heather Churchill  2001

 

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They are awaiting a spark of magic

 

Looking with hope at the sun´s potential

 

Through the taint of tinted glass

 

They believe in an all absolving love

 

 

Though they bear such burden and repetition

 

Which ways down even the highest man

 

They keep their eyes on the horizon

 

Sure of their place in the Divine plan

 

 

The orchestra plays as the war chief rides

 

As the raiders rule the kingdom of chaos

 

Yet never still is the Cosmic Dancer

 

Weaving new fables into being

 

 

There are few men here among them

 

Mostly sheep, wolf, lizard and toad

 

Though see beside Her banner is standing

 

A Hero worthy of being his Mother´s son

 

His fist is raised to the call of battle

 

Yet his other hand remains open, palm soft and cool

 

By his dignity the barbaric are baffled

 

He is gentle, yet his blade always strikes true

 

 

Her torch may be seen at dawn´s zenith

 

The beacon for both the saint and the rogue

 

As the light shone and all auras were seen

 

The rogue was a saint and the saint not what he seemed

 

 

She sings to life the army set in stone

 

Giving them a vision of beauty and paradise

 

A desire for an everlasting home

 

A place where again there may be vibrant life

 

 

Terrible is the amnesia of the times

 

The way of the golden age they did forget

 

Yet hold to your precious memories

 

Your inner star you must at all costs protect

 

 

For you make up the cosmos

 

Expand and see just how large your heart is

 

Do not fret as the night dances

 

Do not fear the black hearts and heartless

 

 

Theirs is not your concern

 

You shall not face their terrors

 

Traitors in royal garb

 

Thieves dressed as gift bearers

 

 

Step off the broken raft

 

A new ship is now sailing

 

Heaven´s guardians now walk amongst us

 

Seek them out in your thousands and hundreds

 

 

Hold to your Mother´s dress little one

 

You are within a savage crowd

 

Remember that She is your guide

 

Both within and without

 

 Mark Poulianakis

 

 

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Eternal Rhythmn

 

 

Innocent child and His Mother,

 

Holy Ghost, Shakti, Tao.

 

Benevolent earth and its revolving

 

laws of unwritten guiding.

 

Lotus in the generous morning sun.

 

 

Power of love and security,

 

Joyful human talking,

 

Forgiveness and opening

 

love of all and oneself.

 

Feeling full and integrated,

 

Allah and the Holy Ghost,

 

Thousand petals in the breeze.

 

 Phillip Frankcombe

 

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Mary Mata - Maha Maya,

 

You have thrown us into a dilemma!

 

How can we refuse you?

 

The Divine Magnet.

 

 

She smiles the smile of the Divine Spirit.

 

Flowers cannot match Her beauty.

 

She has the gait of a young elephant.

 

She is round and generous.

 

She is the Mother Earth.

 

 

She arrives,

 

She smiles,

 

The heart is alive.

 

Her smile identifies the Spirit.

 

Like a young girl,

 

She is ever young.

 

But;

 

She is timeless.

 

 

Her shoulders are the mountains of time,

 

The folds in Her sari are the deep gorges,

 

Solid as the rocks,

 

Yet as delicate as the apple blossom.

 

Let the Divine rays come in,

 

Oh! Holder of the Lotus.”

 

Phillip Frankcombe

 

 

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 The miracle of life

 

The beatitude of that blissful morn’

 

With finger lines on the window’s frost

 

The rays of dawn when strike thy face

 

Did you smile an’ bow in awe

 

The aromas of the morning glory

 

And soothing shrills of the little starling

 

The wild flowers brushing shades on the pickets

 

And rain drops touching each pore

 

Little children walking in joy

 

And splashing puddles without a ‘morrow

 

The motherly aroma of the wet soils

 

And calming sway of the firs and pines

 

With each step a magical moment

 

If only to open the eye

 

And embrace the divine’s greatest present

 

Grass blades cushioning the seeker’s feet

 

And dew drops awashing each wrinkle

 

As a butterfly gently brushed past

 

Which of us noticed in the chaotic vast

 

So is the blessed seeker

 

With joys of the eternal play

 

Dramas unfolding all 'round us

 

Every moment of the day.

 

Rahul Shinde

 

 

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Who makes the Kundalini rise

 

And who makes the Kundalini rise?

Who brings the brightness to our eyes?

Who brings the comfort to our hearts?

Who brings the joy within our lives?

Sakshat, Adi Shakti

Sahasrara Swamini

Only You can speak and make our hands speak

Only You can smile and make our hearts smile

Only You can laugh and change the weather

Only You can make joy last forever

 

And who is Mother to the world?

Who sees inside the seed, the flowers that unfurl

Who even hears the trees sing in a silent prayer

Who even gets the rocks to shed a joyful tear

Who gets the mountains dressed up in their finest clothes

Who draws new fragrance from a dessicated rose

Who sings the raga of the morning

And plays the tala of the days of endless dawning

And sounds the music of the spheres so loudly

That bears the pure note of truth so proudly

Her hour entails Her lifetimes as minutes

Her day encompasses the yugas within it

Her week is circuits of a thousand stars

Her year, an itinerary that reaches beyond far

Her lifetime is the chronicle of all history

Whatever came before, and still will come to be.

 

Sakshat, Adi Shakti

Sahasrara Swamini

 

Only You are realised by devotion

Only You give comfort without failing

Only You are free the hold of gravity

Untouched by any stain or negativity

Unchained by any thought of limitation

Unburdened by dualism or karma

As pure as the space inside an atom

As brilliant as the spark of the first moment

Eternal like the universal breathing

Unmeasureless to mind and all its thinking

 

Only You can speak and make our hands speak

Only You can smile and make our hearts smile

Only You can laugh and change the weather

Only You can make joy last forever

 

Her spoken word is like a poem

She speaks the Vedas like a koan

Her voice is gentle like a moving stream

A river flowing to an ocean of meaning

The waves will endlessly recite Her name

The way the wind and moon and tides sustain

The holy books are lists of Her achievements

The dust touching Her feet has saints in all amazement

The Saviour when the situation’s hopeless

Protector even of the divine forces

Perception as the mind becomes unconscious

The knowing realisation that is doubtless

The limitless expansion of all sureness

The self that is abandon of all selfishness

The wealth that is invaluable and countless

The love that is both focussed and horizonless.

Sakshat, Adi Shakti

Sahasrara Swamini

Only You can manage a whole universe

Only You can cook food for the Devas

Only You can understand the humans

Only You can fathom their illusions

Only You can stabilise the weather

Your record for unerror goes forever

Your résumé is endless revelation

You exceed the very letter of description

Unmeasureless to mind with all its thinking

Unseen by all the eye with all its blinking

Unruffled by the needs of definition

Unfixed to any notion of precision

With nothing to desire, having everything

Immutable and flexible like fire within

Unchanging and the basis of all changes

 

No basis as you are the source of basis

Free and those who look for you find freedom

The silence is the herald of your kingdom

Who made the modern man believe in miracles

The lifeless grains of sand are all blown lyrical

Transforming the potential of what is to be

Who is the very model of mystery

Who exceeds all bounds of expectation

Who defeats all idea of limitation

Who precedes even the cause of inspiration

And makes meaningless all words of adulation

All powerful, but Her smile remains genuine

No leader has Her charm or Her conviction

 

How can karma touch events beyond all action?

How can worry plague a mind beyond distraction?

Taking nothing, since You are beyond all taking

Knowing all, since You are knowledge before knowing

Your effort shows no trace so it’s immeasurable

Your wealth has no peer in all that’s treasurable

It flows like flooding rains so it’s unbankable

You are the very number that’s uncountable

Alone, you are the keystone of plurality

Supreme, you give the real to the reality

Unhindered by attachment to mortality

Untroubled by the notion of fatality

Unwounded by the pangs of superego

Undeluded by the bubbling of ego

Beyond the understanding of intelligence

Beyond the very waiting of patience

Beyond the prostrations of servility

Beyond the very smallness of humility

 

Only You can speak and make our hands speak

Only You can smile and make our hearts smile

Only You can laugh and change the weather

Only You can make joy last forever

 

Lyndon de Valle

 

 

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Seven Deadly Blind Spots

PRIDE

We have a blind spot its called Pride

That takes us off for a ride

Its so big we inflate

We think we’re - so great

It causes our Spirit to hide.

ANGER

We have a blind spot called Anger

With repercussions of danger

It makes us see red

It heats up our head

And ruins the Joy of our Sangha

LUST

We have a blind spot its called Lust

That causes Attention to rust

At each bump and curve

It looks twice, to perve

Exchanging our Gold for dust

ENVY

We have a blind spot called Envy

That resembles a fever from Denghi

Each time that we spot

Something nice that they’ve got

It whips our Peace into frenzy

GREED

We have a blind spot called Greed

That’s based on the Maya of need

Every time that we score

It thinks I want more

Thus causing our Soul to bleed

SLOTH

We have a blind spot called Sloth

It calls like a flame to a moth

From Work we retreat

Our goals we defeat

It covers our Lives like a cloth

GLUTTONY

I have a blind spot its called Gluttony

Its enlarging the size of the gut on me

I’ve now grown so big

I resemble a fig

So my Guru Tattwa will not button me.

 

Pavan Keetley

 

 

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