Moksha

One day this world’s

Gonna come to an end.

I’ll be released….

“Home Journey” begins.

For I’ll be born

Into the land of GOD–

A spirit realm

Where creation starts.

While I’m there

Don’t know what I’ll do.

Probably dream up

A world or two.

I hope to use

The gift of Light

To help my brothers

Escape their plight:

Endless cycles

Of birth and death…

The hope’s that moksha

Will bring some rest…

 

(For any who do not know, “moksha” is a Sanscrit word that means “liberation” and usually specifically refers to liberation from cycles of death and rebirth.  I took a “Religions of Asia” class in college and learned the word then.  I became a yoga instructor some years later and revisited the concept.  Ever since, I have been fascinated by it.  “Moksha”–it’s a beautiful word.  I do tend to believe in multiple lives, though I am not fixed in my perspective about this or any belief.  One day recently I came across “moksha” in something I was reading and thought “that would make a nice poem”.  So, I sat down and wrote this.  Most of my poems just “happen” kind of like that.  Inspiration and a few moments later, if I follow the inspiration, = poem.)

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Shambhala

There is a place

Up in the sky

Where a dragon lives

And angels fly.

 

It’s in this land

That I find my Muse.

I recognize her

By the sparkley shoes.

 

She waits for me

To open my mind

And attune my heart

To the great Divine.

 

When I am ready

I can journey there

To the Golden Palace

Above the dragon’s lair.

 

This Wild Muse spirit,

She comes to me:

Inspires my thoughts,

And lets me see…

 

See  another world

Just out of sight–

The world of dreams

In the dark of night.

 

With her gift of Light

I am complete.

The eternal Beloved

I soon shall meet.

 

When I discover

That Beloved is me,

At very long last

I will be Free.