By William Blake
Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun:
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the travellers journey is done.
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow:
Arise from their graves and aspire,
Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.
By Malinda Meadows
Home is here
The mob of voices cheer
And the expiration date for kings
Soon draws near
In the now
A snafu soon was spread
To prey on victims
Feeble in the head
Oh no, no, no, now this.
She’s been gone
Oh so many years
Iniquity and sin they disappear
As destiny approaches.
What she has said some may fear
But it happens anyway.
A long time ago a ransom paid,
A ransom hard to find
But history will record
How many are her friends or are her foes
The timeline spidering; so it goes
Until she arrives.
By Lao Tzu
Empty yourself of everything.
Let the mind rest at peace.
The ten thousand things rise and fall while the Self watches their return.
They grow and flourish and then return to the source.
Returning to the source is stillness, which is the way of nature.
The way of nature is unchanging.
Knowing constancy is insight.
Not knowing constancy leads to disaster.
Knowing constancy, the mind is open.
With an open mind, you will be openhearted.
Being openhearted, you will act royally.
Being royal, you will attain the divine.
Being divine, you will be at one with the Tao.
Being at one with the Tao is eternal.
And though the body dies, the Tao will never pass away.
(translation by Gia-fu Feng and Jane English)
Poems of the yantra 