Eric Cockrell

Namaste - Poem by Eric Cockrell

it is that which makes us human,
the scuffs, bruises, and scars, ...
that makes us eternal.
it is only through suffering,
that we come to understand joy,
a joy that is not limited by
when we learn to let go of the things
that our selfish egos proclaim that
we need... then these things quit
owning us.... it is only then that
we experience freedom!

we build temples, mosques, and churches,
make shrines, write holy books full of rules...
all of these things out of our own fears,
out of our own ignorance.
what is holy is before us, is within us...
the truth is so simple it confounds us!
Jesus and Buddha never asked for religions
in their name... they merely pointed the way
by living example!
Lao-Tsu's temple was nature... our Native Americans
understood this very well...
we dont need to explore space, looking for other
universes.... each of us contains a universe...
each of us contains history, past, present, and

creation is the action of compassion... and forgiveness,
the natural way.... the only thing we carry forth
is that which we give.... in our giving we understand
the presence of god!

do you wish to see god? look carefully at the next
person you meet.... look intently when you look in
the mirror... reach out and touch the rose coming
into bloom!

Comments about Namaste by Eric Cockrell

  • (5/18/2012 10:09:00 AM)

    A great poem, the next person we meet
    could well be god, we will just never know about it.
    A great write.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2012

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