Some spiritual poetry

[Ñólendil]

Hello all. I hadn't heard of this forum until Sister Golden Hair recently pointed it out to me. I love to write--short stories and poetry mostly, though I recently I did, proudly, finish a 77 page fantasy.

Anyway, most of my writings are spiritual, and I thought I'd share some with the forum. Let me know what you think.

The first one is called "Among The Flowers", and is about an experience I had somewhat recently, when I was staying at a monastery. One monk by the name of Swami Atmatatwananda went with me to gather flowers for the beautiful gardens in the convent. It was amazing experience, and how I felt there is the subject of this free verse poem:


Among The Flowers

I saw what few shall ever see
In one fleeting life,
Wherein eyes are shut
And the noise of the future
Ever resounds,
Cracking value,
Consuming the small.
I saw there little children of God,
And upon their delicate forms
Were tied wondrous names
That chanted harmoniously:
Chrysanthemum, chrysanthemum,
And the monk who was near
Heard their glorious voices
And shivered with joy
As he pointed towards the truth,
"Listen" he seemed to say,
And then I heard it too,
But now a symphony of marvels
Played, caressing my heart
That beat to that holy name:
Chrysanthemum, chrysanthemum.


This next one is called "Can you hear me?", and like most of my poetry is also free-verse. To me it takes place from the perspective of one idea of God.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?
I am murmuring soundless solace
Out into the darkness,
Where the discord plays,
Loud and cold.

Will you not hear me?
The wind may scream to you,
But it has no warmth for your heart,
And I dearly want you back.
Come back.

Please hear me.
Noble child, there is no world
I have not made for you,
But it is time you awake
From this dream of sorrow.

Hear me.
Be where you have always been,
Inside your resplendent star
Where you remember who I am:
The silence of your soul.