Poetry for the Inner Ear

  feeding just one person growing in righteousness: saint of the gutters   melodies of peace and love echoing all over the world: reappearance of a future buddha

  overcoming insatiable craving transition into a new body hearing the voice of laughing Buddha   thunderstorms there are many almighty god’s mercy is more: healing through faith

  quest for immortality in the presence of the fish: ark saving us from the great flood   repenting and moaning beginning of wisdom escaping from eternal doom

  never deceiving with the lips reconciling workers of iniquity: peace offerings   patient of toil the righteous obey will of god: gaining faith and hope

  magic dawn time sits still: so sweet, I wished to visualize god   female monk secret: pray for world peace meditate on compassion

  tribulation endless nourishes the mind: adoring rose with thorn and blood   retreating to the hill angels are there: keeping the earth alive

  may all persons discern zen life style: benefit of doing nothing it is pleasant to thank the almighty: pillar of wisdom

  I close my eyes and listen to the sound of gun violence: better to repay evil with blessing   seizing control of others severe torture and suffering: stuck in limbo

 Sorrow and Happiness P. B. Shelley is quite inspiring in the following lines: The seed ye sow, another reaps; The wealth ye find, another keeps; The robes ye weave, another wears; The arms ye forge, another bears. Sow seed—but let no tyrant reap: Find wealth—let no imposter heap: Weave robes—let not the idle wear: Forge arms—in your defence to bear.  The poor laborers working in factories deserve to get proper rewards for their extremely hard work. The Lord will take pleasure if we help them. Their sorrows get healed if  we support and strengthen them.

  thousands of people vanish every year: road accident disease drug war   so says soldier poet wilfred owen why the clay grew tall: brave martyred young soldier