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Best Poems From
RAY SUBRATA RAY
(27.01.1959)
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Spirituality Finds Reflection In Science. by Ray Subrata
Then, said the Master,
Be a plasma, not a duster,
All human beings are his writing pads,
For him within they are mad,
You need deliverance,
Of the mystery of mind and matter,
For your case
To come out from mess,
Growing subtle to subtler,
My Master wakens from nucleus -lotus,
Unfolding an atom of eight-orbited petals,
His voice liquid soothing phantom,
Blooms and impresses, “Think you are an atom”.
My dull wit began to roam,
And get barred to the explosion of atomic bomb,
His empathy’s rudder, interrupts, and voices,
I say of conscious Physics, and plasma physic’s traces,
I mean the reflection from satellite,
Your internet of global sites,
I mean the inter link through cell phone,
The sprouting of the glob through grass like tunes,
My fool wishes to be wise,
Stirred with my Master’s surprise,
I wish to know the conscious cause,
If non dual in dual is the boss.
His face smiles with open approval,
God in your shell is the biggest pearl,
Lord Buddha’s Nirvana, with eight paths,
Yogi ‘s eight stage’s evolution search,
Scientist’s eight orbit’s discrimination,
Prove without and within –assimilation,
I wish to know more from my Lord,
My Gurudev, my Master, my God,
But he impressed me to walk through the paths,
To overcome the mystery of death and birth.
Ray Subrata Ray
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Support
Distant Depth
Fer-tiled Faith
Willing will,
Perennial promise,
Assured assurance,
Installed Imagination,
Quiescence quanta,
Cleaning and rubbing,
Morality evacuating,
Boat and Mariner,
Sea and harbor,
No hope no sorrow,
Neither offer nor borrow,
Rejecting self,
Negating elf,
Soaring, floating, run,
Ray Subrata Ray
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Survivals Of The Fittest! by Ray Subrata
A vagabond loved and served,
But the return was not so easy,
It was humiliation and playing trick,
For they all thought, he was weak.
Survival of the fittest he is not,
And hence his love suffered a lot.
And still some, weak paid heed,
Heard his thought, and tried to read.
This seemed to the strong, an impression bad,
They passed judgment, and banished him as mad.
Christ’s love to mankind when was beyond their box,
They labeled treason on him, and set Him on the cross.
Ray Subrata Ray
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The Blooming Of A Soul On Earthly Vase. by Ray Subrata
On Time’s mirror an image faces its face,
The blooming of a soul in earthly vase.
What more then, the best in us,
On Time’s chariot Love’s focus.
The glory garland round our Lord’s neck,
A transient ship upon a transient deck.
A control, and super-conscious radio-active turn,
The Tamasa (evil-parasites) of nature are gone.
That love we wish to foster and generate, my dearest friend,
Novice, though we are, with Lord’s grace, we would be trained.
Ray Subrata Ray
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