Religionspoem
50Religions a poem from Ponder Awhile
RELIGIONS
The entire Buddhist monk's life is but a preparation,
For his Death Point or moment of separation.
The Jains have santhara,
Quitting life consciously to join with the paramatma.
Hindus go into Samadhi,
Where there is no Congress, Shiv Sena , BJP or Samajwadi.
The Christian merges with the Holy Spirit,
Peace, no more desperate.
The Sufi mystic to become one,
Dances, twirls, prays, trances to get the job done.
Aghora means Illumined with Light,
Longing for Shiva in whom they delight.
Shamanism or the Art of Ecstasy,
The ultimate being one with the super entity.
There is no need to change your faith,
And on your old religion lay a wreath.
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nice poem...I enjoy chatting with you about religion. You actually are open minded and understand. it's nice
that is the best poem about religions I have read. Quite frankly I share those same views. I am still seeking for a balance, but with determination, meditation, and exercise I should soon balance out like an ancient weight scale.
100% agreed. It would be well said, if they didn't spend so much time arguing their point with each other and everyone else. It would be a beautiful thing if we could all see your side.
Thank you very much .
Madame X 2 years ago
Wow! I purposefully stay away from the religious forums because extremely few seem to understand what you've written here.
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