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Sunday, February 21, 2010

Gephel


Increaser of Merit, Ocean of Wisdom.


Apprehensive torrents purge my bay,
The once tranquil atmosphere now fades
Like the morning mist giving way to the day
When I behold this pure creature, I made.

Pure he is, like the heavenly dove
Born into this unforgiving time
Where you can feel the cry of ravished love
Tainted with cruelty prime.

Therefore, this is an honest prayer
From an honest father for his new son
Like the true words of a soothsayer
Let my words shine like the bright sun.

May he grow strong and tall
Become wise with fulfilling stern
May he never fall
But when he does let him learn

May he live up to his name
“Gephel Rigdhen” the increaser of merit, ocean of wisdom
Let his path be laden with fame
And bring merit to all beings with freedom

Freedom of the spiritual kind
In this tired times of crazy gale
With a rich matured wise mind
Let him in his purpose never fail

May he grow like the vast ocean
Bearing a fulfilling rich face
Dedicated to humane and spiritual motion
Bestowing upon beings the kind of love and grace.

So I say my prayer
For the one who is to become strong
To let his journey be clear
So I sing this song.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

The Rain


The Rain.

The Rain plays on the steel roof,
The Rain claps on the cemented floor, and
The Rain beats on the leaves broad.
‘Tip, Trap, Trap, Tip…’ it sounds.
Singing away with the worldly hue.
It sings of a season new.
‘Tip, Trap, Trap, Tip…’
It says to the withering flower,
‘Worry not for here I am ‘.
It promises to the waiting farmers,
A hearty and prosperous season.
It sings to the mellowed grasses, and
Dances on the roof tops,
Kissing away the heated Earth,
Promising life and to nourish it.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Afternoon Class

Afternoon class.

Drowsiness hangs heavy in the air, and
The fan tries to do justice to its purpose.
It swings it arms like a mad man.

Below the students linger,
With heads supported with pillar-arms.
They try to pay heed to what I say.

I send two of them to wash away their sleep,
A joke brings back their consciousness,
I continue my lesson but they receive,
Every word like a lullaby
Trying not to droop like rich red poppies,
They hang on.
Their eyes gain weight,
Drawing all the energy from their body,
They try to hold it open,
But with hopelessness, strive.
I pity them and myself, so
I call it a day.

Thursday, February 11, 2010