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My Sight is You (The Sonnet)
My sight is you,
My faith is you.
I give all to thee,
For my life is you.
In my heart are you,
In my soul are you.
I can live without air,
But not without you.
My heaven is you,
My treasure is you.
I don't need no palace,
All I want is you.
My science is you, my art is you.
The morning of my mind is you.
My faith is you.
I give all to thee,
For my life is you.
In my heart are you,
In my soul are you.
I can live without air,
But not without you.
My heaven is you,
My treasure is you.
I don't need no palace,
All I want is you.
My science is you, my art is you.
The morning of my mind is you.
Published on August 02, 2021 07:09
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Tags:
humanitarian, love, love-poem, selfless, selfless-love, selfless-service, service-of-humanity, social-work, sonnet, unconditional-love
My Liberty (The Sonnet)
My liberty is not in luxury,
My liberty is on the blades of grass.
My liberty is not in the palace,
My liberty is in molecules of dust.
My liberty is not in fancy ceremonies,
My liberty is in alleys of the homeless.
My liberty is not in the crown jewels,
My liberty is at the feet of the pathless.
My liberty is not in murals of rigidity,
My liberty is across tradition’s torment.
My liberty is not in the habits of history,
My liberty is in building the present.
My liberty is in the destruction of destiny.
I am liberty incarnate and I write my own reality.
My liberty is on the blades of grass.
My liberty is not in the palace,
My liberty is in molecules of dust.
My liberty is not in fancy ceremonies,
My liberty is in alleys of the homeless.
My liberty is not in the crown jewels,
My liberty is at the feet of the pathless.
My liberty is not in murals of rigidity,
My liberty is across tradition’s torment.
My liberty is not in the habits of history,
My liberty is in building the present.
My liberty is in the destruction of destiny.
I am liberty incarnate and I write my own reality.
Published on September 10, 2021 03:48
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Tags:
fourth-of-july, freethought, humanitarian, independence-day, liberty, poetry, selfless-service, service-of-humanity, simplicity, sonnet
Giants in Jeans Sonnet 24
Who is to build the world?
Who is to raise the society?
Who is to water the plants?
Who is to stand up for sanity?
Who is to bear agony for community?
Who is to go hungry feeding another?
Who is to heal the sick while bleeding?
Who is to lift the lowly trotting fire?
Who is to burn alive to bring light?
Who is to walk on thorns to build the bridge?
Who is to be deceived yet stay humble?
Who is to lay down so others can climb the ridge?
It is you, o misfit, o explorer of impossibility,
Even if no one joins us, our world is our responsibility!
Who is to raise the society?
Who is to water the plants?
Who is to stand up for sanity?
Who is to bear agony for community?
Who is to go hungry feeding another?
Who is to heal the sick while bleeding?
Who is to lift the lowly trotting fire?
Who is to burn alive to bring light?
Who is to walk on thorns to build the bridge?
Who is to be deceived yet stay humble?
Who is to lay down so others can climb the ridge?
It is you, o misfit, o explorer of impossibility,
Even if no one joins us, our world is our responsibility!
Published on September 20, 2021 15:52
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Tags:
book-of-poems, geopolitics, global-harmony, humanitarian, humanity, life-of-service, one-world, peacemaker, poetry-books, selfless-service, service-of-humanity, serving-society, social-development, social-work, sonnet, world-peace
To Seduce You With Looks (The Sonnet)
I haven't come to seduce you with looks,
I have come to overwhelm you with love.
I haven't come to break your door by force,
I’ve come to charm it open with my mind’s touch.
I haven't come to bring you worldly riches,
But to offer you the garland of my heart.
I haven't come to usher you with complements,
I’ve come to celebrate you, tearing myself apart.
I haven't come to count the benefits of bond,
I’ve come to make you lose count of your wounds.
I haven't come to feel butterflies in my stomach,
But to fight the world, helping you break all rules.
Let me burn to ashes time and time again,
So I may remove the shadows from your life's lane.
I have come to overwhelm you with love.
I haven't come to break your door by force,
I’ve come to charm it open with my mind’s touch.
I haven't come to bring you worldly riches,
But to offer you the garland of my heart.
I haven't come to usher you with complements,
I’ve come to celebrate you, tearing myself apart.
I haven't come to count the benefits of bond,
I’ve come to make you lose count of your wounds.
I haven't come to feel butterflies in my stomach,
But to fight the world, helping you break all rules.
Let me burn to ashes time and time again,
So I may remove the shadows from your life's lane.
Published on November 12, 2021 15:00
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Tags:
beauty, character, humanist-poem, humanist-poetry, humanitarian, humanity, inner-beauty, love-poem, love-poems, lover, relationship, romance, romantic, sacrifice, selfless-love, selfless-service, service-of-humanity, sonnet, sufi-poetry, unconditional-love
Wipe Out The I (The Sonnet)
Once a person gives up all for others,
They'll achieve everything worth achieving.
The art of self-discovery is in self-annihilation,
Whereas self-obsession only causes suffering.
Once a person is insane with the sacrificial spirit,
They'll know the meaning of civilized sanity.
Once a person feels the joy of selflessness,
All worldly pleasures will turn into foul vanity.
Once a person hones the power of simplicity,
They'll trash all trace of pomposity from life.
Once a person senses the valor of humility,
They'll discard all arrogant divide.
Life is simple, but we mess it up with selfishness.
Wipe out the I, and you will taste its sweetness.
They'll achieve everything worth achieving.
The art of self-discovery is in self-annihilation,
Whereas self-obsession only causes suffering.
Once a person is insane with the sacrificial spirit,
They'll know the meaning of civilized sanity.
Once a person feels the joy of selflessness,
All worldly pleasures will turn into foul vanity.
Once a person hones the power of simplicity,
They'll trash all trace of pomposity from life.
Once a person senses the valor of humility,
They'll discard all arrogant divide.
Life is simple, but we mess it up with selfishness.
Wipe out the I, and you will taste its sweetness.
Published on November 13, 2021 10:06
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Tags:
altruism, be-the-change, helping-others, humanism, humanist-poetry, humanitarian, poems, sacrifice, self-obsession, selfless-service, selflessness, service-of-humanity, serving-humanity, social-work, social-worker, sonnet
Giants in Jeans Sonnet 64
Let us be oblivious to security and comfort,
In our pursuit and practice of humanity.
Let us be oblivious to personal happiness,
In our endeavors into the impossibility.
Let us throw all fear and anxiety overboard,
For the dreams that’ll determine our destiny.
Let us trample every foul desire for luxury,
And treat the hard problem of inhumanity.
Let us pay no heed to gain and pain,
In our course of constructing a whole society.
Let us not sit around praying for a messiah,
And stand up ourselves to carry out that duty.
Let others be oblivious to humanity if they want.
Even if it's doomsday, sapling of service we'll plant.
In our pursuit and practice of humanity.
Let us be oblivious to personal happiness,
In our endeavors into the impossibility.
Let us throw all fear and anxiety overboard,
For the dreams that’ll determine our destiny.
Let us trample every foul desire for luxury,
And treat the hard problem of inhumanity.
Let us pay no heed to gain and pain,
In our course of constructing a whole society.
Let us not sit around praying for a messiah,
And stand up ourselves to carry out that duty.
Let others be oblivious to humanity if they want.
Even if it's doomsday, sapling of service we'll plant.
Published on November 24, 2021 10:57
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Tags:
book-of-poems, helping-others, humanism, humanist-poem, humanist-poems, humanitarian, humanitarian-crisis, humanitarian-poetry, humanity, poem, poems, sacrifice, sacrifice-for-others, selfless, selfless-service, selflessness, service-of-humanity, social-work, social-worker, sonnet
One Life, One Idea (The Sonnet) | Handcrafted Humanity
One life, one idea, one duty – love.
One body, one being, one vision – amity.
One heart, one sight, one sentiment – care.
One mind, one kind, one community – humanity.
One pen, one ink, one paper – awareness.
One hive, one height, one light – assimilation.
One kite, one compass, one flight – unity.
One sail, one sea, one ship - self-correction.
One gospel, one goal, one gamble – collectivity.
One cult, one core, one culture – unification.
One church, one mosque, one temple – nonduality.
One road, one reason, one reality – nondifferentiation.
Take the mind beyond the bind to see the world anew.
A world united comes to life when walls turn dust in you.
One body, one being, one vision – amity.
One heart, one sight, one sentiment – care.
One mind, one kind, one community – humanity.
One pen, one ink, one paper – awareness.
One hive, one height, one light – assimilation.
One kite, one compass, one flight – unity.
One sail, one sea, one ship - self-correction.
One gospel, one goal, one gamble – collectivity.
One cult, one core, one culture – unification.
One church, one mosque, one temple – nonduality.
One road, one reason, one reality – nondifferentiation.
Take the mind beyond the bind to see the world anew.
A world united comes to life when walls turn dust in you.
Published on December 16, 2021 02:03
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acceptance, advaita, amity, awareness, caring, collective, collectivism, community, consciousness, diversity, emotional-intelligence, emotions, faith, humanism, humanist-poetry, humanitarian, humanity, inclusion, international-relations, love-poem, love-poetry, nondifferentiation, nondual-philosophy, nondualism, nonsectarian, nonsectarianism, one-humanity, oneness, poems, political-science, religious, self-correction, self-realization, selfless-service, service-of-humanity, social-sciences, social-studies, sociology, sufi, sufism, theology, together, unity, universal-acceptance, world-cultures
Sonnet of Rulers | Handcrafted Humanity
The only people who'll rule the world,
Are the ones who want to rule not a being.
The only people to inherit the earth,
Are the ones who want to inherit nothing.
The only people who win hearts,
Are those who give all without question.
The only people who become family to all,
Are those who walk without assumption.
The only people who never die,
Are those who happily die for others.
The only people who are the happiest,
Are those who have no trace of selfish desires.
Selfishness is synonym for suffering and misery.
Joy is just a byproduct of service to humanity.
Are the ones who want to rule not a being.
The only people to inherit the earth,
Are the ones who want to inherit nothing.
The only people who win hearts,
Are those who give all without question.
The only people who become family to all,
Are those who walk without assumption.
The only people who never die,
Are those who happily die for others.
The only people who are the happiest,
Are those who have no trace of selfish desires.
Selfishness is synonym for suffering and misery.
Joy is just a byproduct of service to humanity.
Published on December 17, 2021 15:38
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Tags:
capitalism, communism, equality, humanism, humanist-poem, humanist-poetry, humanitarian, humanitarian-intervention, humanity, liberty, long-live-revolution, naskareans, naskarism, political-science, politics, reform, reformer, revolution, revolutionary, sacrifice, sacrifice-for-others, secularism, selfless-service, service-of-humanity, serving-society, social-justice, social-sciences, social-studies, social-work, social-worker, socialism, socialist, sociology, sonnet, sonnets
Sonnet of Holy Water | Handcrafted Humanity
A new day starts with a new you,
And I ain't talkin' about born again nonsense.
A bigot baptized a thousand times is still a bigot,
A human helping another is Christ himself.
There is no second coming, there’s no reincarnation,
Except when we go from selfishness to kindness.
We are the messiahs and saviors of our people,
Nobody's gonna fall from the sky to lift the helpless.
The liquor store sells you the same divinity,
That the holy store sells you for even higher price.
We'll be born again when we abolish such divinity,
By baptizing the soil of society with our sacrifice.
The tears of joy someone sheds because of you,
Are the only holy water to build the world anew.
And I ain't talkin' about born again nonsense.
A bigot baptized a thousand times is still a bigot,
A human helping another is Christ himself.
There is no second coming, there’s no reincarnation,
Except when we go from selfishness to kindness.
We are the messiahs and saviors of our people,
Nobody's gonna fall from the sky to lift the helpless.
The liquor store sells you the same divinity,
That the holy store sells you for even higher price.
We'll be born again when we abolish such divinity,
By baptizing the soil of society with our sacrifice.
The tears of joy someone sheds because of you,
Are the only holy water to build the world anew.
Published on December 26, 2021 01:54
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Tags:
accountability, baptism, christ, christening, compassion, divine-self, divinity, enlightenment, fundamentalism, goodness, helping, helping-others, holiness, holy-water, humanist-poetry, humanitarian, humanitarianism, humanity, messiah, nondualism, nonduality, philosophy-of-religion, poems, reincarnation, religious, religious-harmony, savior, second-coming, self-obsessed, self-obsession, selfishness, selfless-service, service-of-humanity, social-issues, sonnet, spirituality, theology
Sonnet of Holy Water | Handcrafted Humanity
A new day starts with a new you,
And I ain't talkin' about born again nonsense.
A bigot baptized a thousand times is still a bigot,
A human helping another is Christ himself.
There is no second coming, there’s no reincarnation,
Except when we go from selfishness to kindness.
We are the messiahs and saviors of our people,
Nobody's gonna fall from the sky to lift the helpless.
The liquor store sells you the same divinity,
That the holy store sells you for even higher price.
We'll be born again when we abolish such divinity,
By baptizing the soil of society with our sacrifice.
The tears of joy someone sheds because of you,
Are the only holy water to build the world anew.
And I ain't talkin' about born again nonsense.
A bigot baptized a thousand times is still a bigot,
A human helping another is Christ himself.
There is no second coming, there’s no reincarnation,
Except when we go from selfishness to kindness.
We are the messiahs and saviors of our people,
Nobody's gonna fall from the sky to lift the helpless.
The liquor store sells you the same divinity,
That the holy store sells you for even higher price.
We'll be born again when we abolish such divinity,
By baptizing the soil of society with our sacrifice.
The tears of joy someone sheds because of you,
Are the only holy water to build the world anew.
Published on December 26, 2021 01:56
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Tags:
accountability, baptism, christ, christening, compassion, divine-self, divinity, enlightenment, fundamentalism, goodness, helping, helping-others, holiness, holy-water, humanist-poetry, humanitarian, humanitarianism, humanity, messiah, nondualism, nonduality, philosophy-of-religion, poems, reincarnation, religious, religious-harmony, savior, second-coming, self-obsessed, self-obsession, selfishness, selfless-service, service-of-humanity, social-issues, sonnet, spirituality, theology