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| Alan Jacobs is a retired businessman and art dealer, and has made a lifelong study of mysticism, particularly Gurdjieff, Krishnamurti and Douglas Harding. He is chairman of the Ramana Maharshi Foundation in the United Kingdom. Alan has edited several books, including Poetry for the Spirit; Ramana, Shankara and the Forty Verses; The Wisdom of Balsekar; The Wisdom of Marcus Aurelius; and a modern free verse translation of the Bhagavad Gita and the Principal Upanishads. |
What Is
Fate jogs along, a drunken juggernaut,
What is to happen inevitably will,
Be it destined for pleasure of for ill.
No end of prayer or angst or thought
Will change the plan that Source has brought,
Be it nectar sweet or poisoned pill,
Accept all that happens, drink your fill,
This way an awakened state is wrought.
He loses his pile, she sweeps the pool,
He comes to life, she to her dying day,
He to hard labour, she to endless play,
He to Self knowledge, she stays a fool.
Welcome all that comes your pilgrim way
And bring great peace to troubled mortal clay.
Alone
The Great Sage, unfathomable, free from fear
In His field stands firm. His solitude
Fulfils a throbbing pulse of world beatitude;
By those unseen, who time and space hold dear.
There being One Existence for the Seer
No place is left in His placid plenitude
For shadows 'Real' or 'unreal' to occlude;
No more seems Sun to rise or set yet's here.
How seeing Golden Sun, at play in world
Can He whose natural state is Self empowered,
Receiving precious ring, see ought than gold?
As lily flowers, so is His field endowered.
Man awake, remembers not his worldly dream
His field, the world, is a robe without a seem.
You can email Alan or order his collection of sacred poetry, Myrobalan of the Magi, directly from XLIBRIS.