Homage to the Rising Sun

Homage to the Rising Sun

Lord Krishna lifting Govardhana Hill. Photo from Tallenge Store

Homage to the rising sun above the mountain

Lifted up his burning spirit under the sun’s sky

Bestowed with a new sight

Served the Lord with all his heart and soul

And climbed the mountaintop.

Surrounded by the valley

Mirroring Lord Krishna’s youthful exuberance in the middle age

Yet his valor was not limited to fighting his demons

Lifting up Govardhana hill to protect people from flood sent by Indra

Echoing his role as an enforcer of justice and harbinger of enlightenment

But when supernatural adversaries attacked Lord Krishna

He rose to the occasion

Defeating demon King Mauru and his 7000 sons

For Satan couldn’t outwit him

How could they?

For the Lord is on his side; he will not fear

Despite weak age, his wisdom flourishes like a palm tree

And still bears fruit in old age

From his humbleness to his uprightness

He sows the seed of light for the righteousness

Spreading the loving kindness and truth

Is the Lord

Asking us to merely perform our duty

Without being attached to success or failure.

In the Mirror

In the Mirror

My lovely mother

In the mirror, I see my own image

Close to that of my lovely mother

Now is the time to create another face

And repair it from the ground

Charm the world like Shakespeare

Bless the mother with a womb

For hers is the baby

For whom she undergone a heavy pain

Thy mother’s love to baby is infinite

As the leaves fall and the winter begins

Mother’s love only grows to increase

Despite the wrinkles in her face

But if she lives longer than I

Remember me not

Die I shall single

And her image dies with me

If only I can use my Imagination

If only I can use my Imagination

The edge of a nearby, young, star-forming region NGC 3324 in the Carina Nebula, photo from NASA’s James Webb Space Telescope (NASA and STScI)

If only I can use my imagination

I’m saved by grace through faith

When the dreary winters besieged my body

And knocked me down into deep trenches

I found a way out crawling in my knees

Because my love of Christ surpassed all understanding

If only I can use my imagination

I can build a space elevator

Made out of carbon fiber

Transforming the relationship of humanity with space

If only I can use my imagination

I can move at the speed of light

When I am tiny in size

If only I can use my imagination

I can soar like an eagle

Seeing the beauty and tranquility to form peace

If only I can use my imagination

I can walk with the Lord

In the city of God

To capture the lost ring

To save the humanity from apocalypse

For he stops my feet from stumbling

And my eyes from tears

He has freed my soul from death

For the soul is eternal

If only I can use my imagination

I can use multiplication instead of addition

Because the light bulb is an invention of Thomas Edison

Who didn’t fail thousand times

But found thousand ways that didn’t work

What am I to Fear?

What am I to Fear?

Bungee Jumping in Pokhara

What am I to fear?

To examine the city with a clear perception of good and evil

Interpreting human actions in relation to eternity

Contrasting the City of Heaven with the City of Earth

Where inhabitants are devout, God-focused and seeking grace

Providing the defense of Christianity

Against the claims that it led to downfall of Rome

For the good man is neither uplifted with the good things of time, nor broken by its ills

But the wicked man, because he is corrupted by the world’s happiness

Unfolding God’s plan that involves fostering the City of Heaven and filling it with worthy citizens

I pursue the city of heaven that maintains a proper sense of order

Which in turn leads to true peace

While the state adheres to the virtues of politics and of the mind, formulating a political community

Scriptures instruct me about the highest good and the highest evil and without guidance, I have no purpose

For I will be given eternal happiness

And become immortal, when I reach the City of Heaven

To announce a year of favor from the Lord

Looking to achieve their goals through Abel

Killed by his brother Cain

Left in darkness until the light gave form in creation

The Saints lost nothing in losing temporal Gods

Naked he came out of the mother’s wombs

Naked shall he return thither

For the grief is of his own making

However, he shall endure all torment, if need be for Christ’s sake

For he doesn’t suffer for silver and gold

The materialistic possessions that are temporary in the city of devil

Bound by eternal happiness

He lives the life of saint

And in the end makes to the City of Heaven!

 

Tribute to Saint Augustine

Tribute to Saint Augustine

Saint Augustine of Hippo

Oh Lord God you promised a beautiful day

How diligently you covered the sky with clouds

To let the rain fall out in the way of truth

Writing conscience as Thy bravery in the fire

As you break through the cloud

Spreading the seed of peace and happiness

To take sorrows with proud dejection and restless lassitude

Lord God the creator of heaven and earth

Praised and exalted above all for ever

You never cease to have compassion

Even for the sinners who do not repent

And gain enormous wealth exploiting capitalism

While the poor people are left to shed tears

However, Lord you provide relief to sorrows

Because you my Father are supremely good

As you have spoken unto me

And gave me the life of immortal soul

Which yearns for the wisdom of birds

In the city of Gods

To receive my confessions and thanksgiving

Despite my past history of silence

I educated myself to study Thee

Giving me good character while healing me

As you instruct me to be a sober sage

Crow

Crow

Huntley Meadows Park, Virginia

Large and intelligent was the dark black crow

Who kept flying with hoarse and cawing voices

His only will was to reach his final destination

The wind kept blowing while he kept soaring

Far away in the river

With his 360 degree vision, he saw his prey who went under water

While the crow continued to look for food

Turning his ear to wisdom

Inclining his heart to understanding

That he possibly missed the catch of the day

Kind and grateful he was

As he prayed the Lord with all his heart

While not relying on his own intelligence

With the patience of an owl

And the virtue of a peacock

He still struggled for his first meal

Sitting down by the river on a rock till the dusk

Turned to a full moon night

As the fish jumped to the shore

He got his first catch

A tiny fish full of herbs with love