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Poetry
Sense Desires
He dwells contemplating the rise and fall...
Of six senses causing unwholesome thrall;
Feelings entering through six doors -
Joyful, captivating, then, bewitchment grows -
Lust, taste and fragrance: rejection slows
Are they even real in the ultimate sense?
Self as form, seems the same -
Pleasant, painful or not, reactions, do tame.
Fine-sifting with care,
Investigating the contact
Now, seems as involvement,
Troublesome and weighted,
Grit, determinedly pushed away
When attachment holds sway;
Whether visible or tangible,
Hanging on to - not worth one's while.
They arise and presently go away
Having caused stress and feelings gloomy;
Past deeds may determine,
But timely moves with present action,
With mindful checking,
Sense desires eliminating; and
Producing only reactions
Wholesome and harmless.
Delusions obscure perception;
Devoid of knowledge, trainees stumble,
As without studied discipline,
Craving is intensified;
Ill equipped to cease effectively -
The sinful defilements;
Residual conceit, thriving in ignorance,
Is finally uprooted only by persistence.
Punya Abeyasekera
? Isolation
Where has the sweet smell of flowers gone?...
Where has the purity of morning breeze gone?...
Where has the voice of feather friends gone?...
Where has he gone with my heart and soul and all?....
Trabhani Rodrigo
To my dearest father
Remorse makes my heart so heavy
because I couldn't write
anything
in appreciation
when you were living......
today
I gather everything
I couldn't write
in one line
"Be my father forever!"
- your ever-loving daughter
- Kumudu
Concluding reflections for November
November!
A remembrance of the dead
Of those gone ahead
Languishing in the flames
Of Purgatory's saving grace
Their aspiration
To feel the Divine Presence
To see the Divine Light
With the strengthening support
Of the prayers of the faithful
November!
When grave-yards come alive
With flickering candle-light
And blossoms and blossoms
The faithful bent in prayer
Sombre tones of moving hymns
Fill the air
With a grateful prayer
For those who enlivened their lives
Mingles a teardrop of remembrance
November!
A timely reminder
Of man's mortality
That unto this very dust
He shall return
Man luxuriating
In the glamour of the materialistic world
Forgetful of this reality
That the only surety in life is death
- Jeannette Cabraal |
