13 Meditation Prayer - Poem by Saiom Shriver
Out of the sea the sun aborning Not adorned but all adorning
With His awesome light of morning Says to you 'Come! My Mavoorning! '
Spiraling blue spruce spires... their steeples point to blue star fire.... the Breath of Spirit moves their lyres
The sun does nothing but meditate.. yet flow his rays
in 360 cubed ways. He is focused on one point, but his energy
As he saw.. his fears were allayed..for there was the sun
in mornlight arrayed.. there were the trees with springblooms sprayed.... answered were the
prayers.. that he had prayed
Sunrise does night shadows shatter.. for all are Spirit
not their bodies' matter
Knowing that if he took any more animals in his ark would
sink, he began to pray.
Jack in the Pulpit has taken up silence.. to his new sermon none said
'ahem'...many said 'amen'...
Pen chisel carves tunnel out of feelings' mine cavein
God and humans both know of love unreturned. But about
this God is unconcerned.
Held the dew the concave butternut better than the convex buttercup
Dawn drawn dandelions sun-summoned... spread gold parasols
... another sundown will bring.. a diaspora of dandelion down
From all eyes shines God's light... from every human, bird, fish and mite
The mind of a genius is a sky piled high with lightning
forked thunderclouds. The desireless mind of a master is blue with nary
She was not forced to walk the plank into the ocean of her Self
... she was ready to wade into the waters of Love.
Deity winds blow into the Lungs, the Temple of Breath
Sipping from a teacup he mulled over the day's deeds
... from tea brewed with red clover seeds
Trees of January like Job continue to lift their arms in prayer
though they are powerless, unable to speak or move, their leaves stolen.
He took off his boots, but still the discalced elephant's tread
caused harm and so he decided to meditate in the pond.
As a telescope turns the pinprick of light
into the jewel of Jupiter, meditation gives tangible
proximity to God who indwells all
He feared when he died he would slide to hell
down a slippery funnel but God told him he'd rise
to him... through a lightfilled tunnel
the bees' buzzing omkar to blooming little stars
One thought Britannia once ruled the waves. Another thought: India rules the quiet depths.
Into the chasm of your desire God pours His divinity fire
... assumes His liquid gold the form of your wish mold
Out of the sea the sun aborning is to Ethel Lynch
Blue Spruce Spires.. to D Billow
The meditating sun is to Marty Solomon
India rules the quiet depths is to B Pinkus
Omkar: repetition of the sound of Om
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