Real Beauty
Real beauty is born of fidelity
Why waste myself on me
Why waste to just waste away
Another vision in your eyes I see
Another palace where you
Are the royal amplitude –
Please amplify my love for you
But not so much that
My heart can’t bear
May I wait another lifetime
Before another load
Of real beauty rises in your eyes
Into Baba’s Hands
Everything is you
Nothing is me
Nothing is you
Everything is me
You were there in the beginning
You’ll be there in the end
Down the sliding board of life
And into Baba’s hands
I should have known better
From the beginning
From the inception
During the encore
Post regression
Post resuscitation
From the jump street –
Being that infinity
Is incomprehensible
That there was something other
Out there
Beyond
Human awareness
Within human consciousness
Not only imposed with the unknown
But that which is impossible
To know with human understanding
Alone
Our only hope is love
Khalsa
Listening to all the teachings of the Vedas
And the Puraanas
I wanted to perform the religious rituals
But seeing all the wise men caught by Death
I arose and left the Pandits
Now I am free of this desire
O mind, you have not completed
The only task you were given
You have not meditated on the Lord
Your King
Going to the forests
They practice Yoga and deep, austere meditation
They live on roots and the fruits they gather
The musicians, the Vedic scholars
The chanters of the word
And men of silence
All are listed
On the Register of Death
Loving devotional worship
Does not enter into your heart
Pampering and adorning your body
You must still give it up
You sit and play music
But you are still a hypocrite
What do you expect to receive from the Lord?
Death has fallen on the whole world
The doubting religious scholars
Are also listed on the Register of Death
Says Kabir
Those humble people become pure;
They become Khalsa –
They who know the Lord’s loving devotional worship
– Siri Guru Granth –
Another Spin
Though the ferris wheel
Raises us up and down
And the tilter-whirl
Takes us
Round the round around
As the roulette wheel
Better stop on red or black
Or who knows how or where or why
Or when
Or green
By the grinding wheel
We are ground down
All aboard another trance
Another merry go round
The earth
The sun and the moon
The stars
How innumerable galaxies
In great vastness swim
Through
Though if the truth be told
May only be found
Infinitely In
Want ironclad proof
You’ll have to take her up
On that offer
For another spin…
Love justice, you who judge the earth;
think of the Lord in goodness,
and seek him in integrity of heart;
Because he is found by those who test him not,
and he manifests himself to those who do not disbelieve him.
For perverse counsels separate a man from God,
and his power, put to the proof, rebukes the foolhardy;
Because into a soul that plots evil, wisdom enters not,
nor dwells she in a body under debt of sin.
For the holy Spirit of discipline flees deceit
and withdraws from senseless counsels;
and when injustice occurs it is rebuked.
For wisdom is a kindly spirit,
yet she acquits not the blasphemer of his guilty lips;
Because God is the witness of his inmost self
and the sure observer of his heart
and the listener to his tongue.
For the Spirit of the Lord fills the world,
is all-embracing, and knows what man says.
The New True Believers
St. John of the cross
Taught us
Of the dark night of the soul
How the lord turned his back on him
As did mother Teresa’s Lord
Like just going through the motions
Without any sweetness
But GOD becomes strong
In our weakness
I got some
Expensive lessons
In the sunset’s
Lonesome ritual
As regards the dark night
Of the human heart
Alone
The monotony
The repetition
The new true believers
The faithless religion
In the dark night
Of the zombie robot mind –
Those with an as long as you lose
I win type of attitude
One thing about suffering
It can go on
A very long time
Yet always ends
Same thing about happiness
As a result
I have concluded with satisfaction
That the only immortal words
Are what describe love
That deep within the nucleus
Of one’s own self
One finds the sublime essence
Of the true Lord’s elixir
A love that blossoms everywhere
In many a splendored rendition
In all its grand regalia of bloom
As Solomon’s sword
In the noon sun glistens…
Fancy Danig Embers
He’s not your very special flower
He bloomed late like in December
He tripped the knickerbocker rose
Down to the very nuts and bolts
Of toes
He played “let freedom ring” guitar
Strumming in new day yellow rhapsodies
He sings a slow ambrosial hour
He holds black belts in luck and liberty
Sometimes plastered
Sometimes up all night
Sometimes lost and broken from the light
Sometimes drawn
Into unwanted sin
Asking GOD to let him out or in
Right foot on the road
Left foot in another galaxy
No shirt, no game, no style, no symphony
Just one peasant’s praise
In honor of the King
In hopes the King would someday get a grin
That from the darkness
All this brightness sprung
In those famous thronged angelic hymns
Of fancy Danig Embers
Awakening To You
Everything written
Said, heard
And experienced
Is experienced by You
You gave me this understanding
That all things come from
And all things go to You
Even this poem and this concept
Even any inkling of me
Here at your command
With loving praise
In holy love
In mercy
You are constant
My vision
A vision is a vision is a
Slow beautiful, ugly and arduous
Awakening to You
Like Holy Wine
Careful
Not to become wise
In my own estimation
For as is written
Those who exalt themselves
Will be humbled
While those who humble themselves
Will be exalted
The gifts of the world
Are all perishable
But gifts from GOD are irrevocable
I greet you as my soul
Because everything depends
Upon everything else
This, while all the glass clinkers
And ideological drinkers
Ask you to bow at their shrine
And all the tail gazers
And surreptitious winkers
Fell for your beauty
Like drunken sailors
Who lost track of time
I fell for your beauty
Like a poem
Like an art form
Like an illumination
Like a benediction
Like wisdom
Like holy wine
Anthony Giammattei (Poet) 