This very body is Buddha.

Poetry : 

Condemn not this your body,

Respect, Love and honor it, 

For, this very body is Buddha. 

In this very body, arises The Buddha! 

Arises the Awareness of being Buddha, 

The Reality One, Who is The Buddha,

Though the Unenlightened, Unmanifest One, 

The Enlightened One, Who but knows, 

The Buddha One, Who Knows the body,

The Buddha One, Who knows the other,

The Buddha One, Who knows the self,

The self-less One, Who knows the Self.

The Great One, Who knows the anatta*,

The Great one Who also knows the atta*.

This knowing is verily the Buddha indeed! 

This knowing-ness is neither the body,

This knowing-ness is not the world, 

This knowing-ness is neither the self, 

This knowing-ness is not the word. 

This knowing-ness is neither the knower,

This knowing-ness is not the known. 

It is there, It is here, it is every-where.

But this very body too is The Buddha, 

For, this very body is the entrance.

The get-away from the misery, sorrow, 

The gate-way grand to the Reality Grand!

That is how, This very body is Buddha.

Condemn not, despise not this body, 

But Respect, Honor, Adore it though.

And then one day you shall know,

How This very body is The Buddha,

Whatsoever is, and Whosoever is,

Is truly, verily, but only The Buddha!

You too are Buddha, I'm Buddha!

This very body is Buddha.

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*anatta - अनत्ता - अनात्म, Non-Self, 

*atta - अत्ता - आत्मन् - आत्म, आत्मा, self / Self.

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Two Flames.

Poetry : Attention and Discontent.

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In the the Light of the Consciousness,

There are two flames shining together. 

One is that of the attention resplendent,

And the other, the smothered discontent.

The discontent is always the in-attention,

The attention diverted away, distraction.

Scattered, diffused, dispersed In-attention,

Is not the lack or the absence of attention.

Attention is the principle underlying there,

Even if it is forgotten, lost somewhere.

There instinctively and you always know,

That you were lost, distracted somehow.

The shimmering glow of the attention, 

Keeps you reminding without mention.

And when your attention turns to this fact,

You are at once whole, beaming and straight.

Then you are just happy, silent and blissful, 

Away from your noisy own world wishful.

You're then though alone, and not lonely,

You're the calm, composed and solemnly.

The flame of discontent is no-where there, 

The flame of attention shines where-ever!

Attention is there when all hope is gone,

And in this attention, you are all alone! 

The flame burns with smile or discontent,

Depends upon the content and the intent! 

Passion is a moment, when there is smoke,

When the calm of the attention is broke!

But there is another, when there is Fire.

Peace and attention follow one another.

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Why I'm stuck!!

POETRY TO-DAY. 

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Like the air,

Like the Breath,

While alive,

While in death. 

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