Your search for a quality enlightenment poem has brought you to my humble site.
As I feel I'm a writer of quality articles, poems are not my forte.
Therefore, I plan to build, over time, a page of quality poems from various authors.
Maybe, at some point, I'll try my hand at the poem "form".
Until then, I hope the poems I gather here will help you in your quest for enlightenment, spiritual growth, and a sense of life abundance.
When you think about it, what difference does it make where your inspiration for spiritual growth comes from, as long as it appears for you?
I prayed to the Heavens
for a great teacher
dignifying, enlightening and steady.
With desperate pleas,
in silent conveyance,
that I, the student, was ready.
And so the Heavens,
obliged to my need,
send a great teacher
When I asked him his name,
he smiled at me warmly,
bowed down to me
I think my white's becoming grey.
I think my night's approaching day.
I think my wounds are set to heal.
I think my dead's begun to feel.
Instead of blind, I start to see:
The rusted lock has found a key.
I think, outside, I could be free -
and then, at last, I would be me.
Find inner peace, not howling rage.
Leave out the dumb, becoming sage.
Line drawn under, turn the page.
Perhaps, at last, I've come of age.
An eminent teacher said
"Enlightenment and unenlightenment
are merely empty name."
The Buddha saw a star, got enlightenment.
What did he get?
Did you see a star?
What did you get?
Where is your enlightenment star?
In the sky?
On top of a Christmas tree?
Up, down; north, south; east, west?
Always in front of you?
Do you see it?
Tell me, tell me!!!
Bright stars lighten up the night sky.
Bright faces lighten up the dharma room
Dazed and confused title turned to trauma,
light turns again to night
another day occupied with thoughts
of how shoulds and how cans,
wheres this bliss? wheres the joy?
trying to create something which is already created.
Peel away the layers of trying and wanting and
pretending and all that remains is truth.
Everything flows perfectly when there is no struggling,
no wanting and fighting. The perfect flow is there.
release the how can I’s, the what if’s the when’s and the why’s.
embrace the IS.
embrace the NOW.
The cure was energetic and left her restless
lasting pieces and toysflaked out in the vivarium
she scarcely trusted herself with the view
now that evening had advanced
supper was animated and left her drained
she observed the casements
and had just strength to throw one open
whispering echoes broken ground
she lay down on the mattress and thought no more
When I was young and innocent
And little malice knew,
I witnessed with astonishment
The deeds that men would do;
The plots they planned, the flames they fanned,
The venom of their tongue -
I found it hard to understand
It all when I was young.
Now that I'm old I comprehend
It ever will be so,
That men must constantly contend,
Exchanging blow for blow;
Through history they've shamelessly,
With passions uncontrolled,
Behaved like beasts - I sadly see
It all now that I'm old.