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Sonnet of A Religious Person
I spent years as a Christian,
I didn't find God.
I spent years as a Muslim,
I didn't find God.
I spent years as Hindu and Sikh,
Still there was no inkling.
I spent years as Buddhist and Atheist,
Still I understood nothing.
I did it all, prayers, rituals, meditation,
None of it brought me serenity.
For serenity has been all along,
At the feet of the ailing humanity.
I shelved all scriptures and stood as human.
Kindness alone is the sign of a religious person.
I didn't find God.
I spent years as a Muslim,
I didn't find God.
I spent years as Hindu and Sikh,
Still there was no inkling.
I spent years as Buddhist and Atheist,
Still I understood nothing.
I did it all, prayers, rituals, meditation,
None of it brought me serenity.
For serenity has been all along,
At the feet of the ailing humanity.
I shelved all scriptures and stood as human.
Kindness alone is the sign of a religious person.
Facts and Belief (The Sonnet) | Handcrafted Humanity
No belief is worth losing your humanity over,
No intellect is worth losing your kindness over.
Facts, faith, reason, religion all come later,
First and foremost we must humanize our behavior.
If a belief or intellect makes you a better person,
More power to your belief or intellect I say.
But if they become a hindrance to your humanity,
Throw it immediately like poison far, far away.
Beliefs have cast shadows of wars throughout history,
Facts have provided weapons for those wars.
Then again beliefs have taught us to love our neighbor,
Facts have helped us fight calamity and disorders.
Let all beliefs and facts be guided by a warm heart.
Warmth alone will make our world fit for human birth.
No intellect is worth losing your kindness over.
Facts, faith, reason, religion all come later,
First and foremost we must humanize our behavior.
If a belief or intellect makes you a better person,
More power to your belief or intellect I say.
But if they become a hindrance to your humanity,
Throw it immediately like poison far, far away.
Beliefs have cast shadows of wars throughout history,
Facts have provided weapons for those wars.
Then again beliefs have taught us to love our neighbor,
Facts have helped us fight calamity and disorders.
Let all beliefs and facts be guided by a warm heart.
Warmth alone will make our world fit for human birth.
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.
Sacred Feminines and Holy Fathers (The Sonnet) | Mücadele Muhabbet
Listen you all discrimination-vaalo,
No matter how much you whine and wallow,
To obliterate all hateful bone and marrow,
Lo comes a generation of caballera, caballero!
Not a trace of dominant fear and anxiety,
Not a particle of self-centric practicality,
Lo come the bravehearts made of thunder,
Lo come the true preservers of humanity!
Breaking free from all that is old and rotten,
Overcoming all drives of untamed tribalism,
Lo come the sacred feminines of creation,
Lo come the holy fathers of nondivisionism!
Though divided by thought, still united by heart,
Grab these new nerves, give yourselves a jumpstart.
No matter how much you whine and wallow,
To obliterate all hateful bone and marrow,
Lo comes a generation of caballera, caballero!
Not a trace of dominant fear and anxiety,
Not a particle of self-centric practicality,
Lo come the bravehearts made of thunder,
Lo come the true preservers of humanity!
Breaking free from all that is old and rotten,
Overcoming all drives of untamed tribalism,
Lo come the sacred feminines of creation,
Lo come the holy fathers of nondivisionism!
Though divided by thought, still united by heart,
Grab these new nerves, give yourselves a jumpstart.
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.
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.
Handcrafted Humanity Sonnet 58
Faith is no declaration of character,
It is just a matter of mental necessity.
It has nothing to do with truth and holiness,
In many cases, it makes a person quite unholy.
I often find myself speaking to my dead teacher,
It gives me strength and helps me take the leap.
The scientist in me knows it’s all in my head,
But sometimes all logic must take a backseat.
The problem however is not our imaginary friend,
It is our loyalty to it at the expense of our humanity.
Keep your faith if it helps you through hard times,
But never let it be an impediment to universality.
Imagination is healthy when it sustains us as human,
When it ruins our humanity, it’s time for its demolition.
It is just a matter of mental necessity.
It has nothing to do with truth and holiness,
In many cases, it makes a person quite unholy.
I often find myself speaking to my dead teacher,
It gives me strength and helps me take the leap.
The scientist in me knows it’s all in my head,
But sometimes all logic must take a backseat.
The problem however is not our imaginary friend,
It is our loyalty to it at the expense of our humanity.
Keep your faith if it helps you through hard times,
But never let it be an impediment to universality.
Imagination is healthy when it sustains us as human,
When it ruins our humanity, it’s time for its demolition.
The God Sonnet | Honor He Wrote
I gave you the tablets at Sinai,
I drove your chariot at Kurukshetra.
I gave you the ayats word by word,
I woke up Siddhartha 'n the carpenter.
No matter the time, age 'n technology,
I always rise to treat the common cold.
Amidst a world full of sore coldness,
I only need ten vessels absurdly bold.
I have nothing to do with perfection,
Far from it, I've got plenty to improve.
With each new vessel my sight broadens,
With each identity my existence renewed.
Keeper am I of this terrestrial neighborhood.
I am your innermost fire of god and good.
I drove your chariot at Kurukshetra.
I gave you the ayats word by word,
I woke up Siddhartha 'n the carpenter.
No matter the time, age 'n technology,
I always rise to treat the common cold.
Amidst a world full of sore coldness,
I only need ten vessels absurdly bold.
I have nothing to do with perfection,
Far from it, I've got plenty to improve.
With each new vessel my sight broadens,
With each identity my existence renewed.
Keeper am I of this terrestrial neighborhood.
I am your innermost fire of god and good.
On Language, Culture and Oneness | The Gentalist & The Sufi Sermon
I wiped out my cultural identity, I wiped out my religious identity, I wiped out my national identity as well as my gender identity. In short, I wiped myself out from my psyche, only then I found a place in each and every heart of this world, only then I became the voice of each and every person on earth.
Some call mom, some amma and some annem,
some call dad, some nana and some babam.
Some call sis, some akka and some ablam,
some call honey, some bangaram and some aşkim.
Words may differ but emotions are the same,
for language builds barriers only if you let it.
See past the words and look into the soul,
find you will an ocean full with jewels humanely lit.
There are those who eagerly learn another language to be one with another culture, then there are those morons who insist on the exclusive glorification of their so-called native language. The world is beautified by the former, whereas the latter only sustain disharmony – the latter only act as a prehistoric impediment to the unification of humankind.
In front of oneness language, faith, culture, all these are mere expendable trivialities.
In becoming one with people, even if you lose your language, along with every last trace of your so-called cultural background, that’s not a loss, but an actual fulfillment of life.
Some call mom, some amma and some annem,
some call dad, some nana and some babam.
Some call sis, some akka and some ablam,
some call honey, some bangaram and some aşkim.
Words may differ but emotions are the same,
for language builds barriers only if you let it.
See past the words and look into the soul,
find you will an ocean full with jewels humanely lit.
There are those who eagerly learn another language to be one with another culture, then there are those morons who insist on the exclusive glorification of their so-called native language. The world is beautified by the former, whereas the latter only sustain disharmony – the latter only act as a prehistoric impediment to the unification of humankind.
In front of oneness language, faith, culture, all these are mere expendable trivialities.
In becoming one with people, even if you lose your language, along with every last trace of your so-called cultural background, that’s not a loss, but an actual fulfillment of life.
Honor He Wrote Sonnet 41
Don’t worship your past,
At the expense of your present.
Don’t glorify the future,
At the expense of the present.
Don’t worship the dead,
At the expense of the living.
Don’t admire the unborn,
While overlooking the living.
It’s only by lifting the living that,
We build a better world for all progeny.
It’s only by being kind to the living,
That we truly honor our ancestry.
Honor is earned not begged for.
Honor the living, ‘n all time will be grateful.
At the expense of your present.
Don’t glorify the future,
At the expense of the present.
Don’t worship the dead,
At the expense of the living.
Don’t admire the unborn,
While overlooking the living.
It’s only by lifting the living that,
We build a better world for all progeny.
It’s only by being kind to the living,
That we truly honor our ancestry.
Honor is earned not begged for.
Honor the living, ‘n all time will be grateful.
