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Poem about karma

edited November 2010 in Arts & Writings
Greetings Earth People!

Just found this poem in my travels -

Whatever you give away today
Or think or say or do
Will multiply about tenfold
And then return to you.

It may not come immediately
Nor from the obvious source,
But the LAW applies unfailingly
Through some invisible force.

Whatever you feel about another,
Be it love or hate or passion,
Will surely bounce right back to you
In some clear or secret fashion.

If you speak about some person,
A word of praise or two,
Soon tons of other people
Will speak kind words to you.

Our thoughts are broadcasts of the soul,
Not secrets of the brain.
Kind ones bring us happiness,
Petty ones, untold pain.

Giving works as surely as
Reflections in a mirror.
If hate you send, hate you'll get back,
But loving brings love nearer.

Remember, as you start this day,
And duty crowds your mind,
That kindness comes so quickly back,
To those who first are kind!

Let that thought and this one
Direct you through each day....
The only things we ever keep
Are the things we give away!

Words 2 live by




  • edited May 2010
    Very nice Geoff. Keep them coming if you find more in your travels.

  • edited May 2010
    Glad you liked it!

    I hadn't come across anything similar ... until I plugged spiritual poems into Google - well worth doing!


  • edited May 2010
    Me again

    Here's one from Rumi -

    All through eternity
    Beauty unveils His exquisite form
    in the solitude of nothingness;
    He holds a mirror to His Face
    and beholds His own beauty.
    he is the knower and the known,
    the seer and the seen;
    No eye but His own
    has ever looked upon this Universe.

    His every quality finds an expression:
    Eternity becomes the verdant field of Time and Space;
    Love, the life-giving garden of this world.
    Every branch and leaf and fruit
    Reveals an aspect of His perfection-
    They cypress give hint of His majesty,
    The rose gives tidings of His beauty.

    Whenever Beauty looks,
    Love is also there;
    Whenever beauty shows a rosy cheek
    Love lights Her fire from that flame.
    When beauty dwells in the dark folds of night
    Love comes and finds a heart
    entangled in tresses.
    Beauty and Love are as body and soul.
    Beauty is the mine, Love is the diamond.

    They have together
    since the beginning of time-
    Side by side, step by step.

    ~ Rumi

    More 2 follow ... if i can be bothered :)
  • TreeLuvr87TreeLuvr87 Veteran
    edited May 2010
    Love both of these! Excited for another, thanks Geoff!
  • thickpaperthickpaper Veteran
    edited May 2010
    What went before,
    Is nothing more,
    Than wanting more.
  • edited May 2010
    Walk and touch peace every moment.
    Walk and touch happiness every moment.
    Each step brings a fresh breeze.
    Each step makes a flower bloom.
    Kiss the Earth with your feet.
    Bring the Earth your love and happiness.
    The Earth will be safe
    when we feel safe in ourselves.

    ~ Thich Nhat Hahn

    You can find more like this by searching Gooogle 4 Budddhist poems

  • thickpaperthickpaper Veteran
    edited May 2010
    Karma karma karma karma karma chameleon,
    You come and go, you come and go.
    Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dreams,
    Red gold and green, red gold and green.
  • edited May 2010
    Row, row, row your boat
    Gently down the stream
    Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
    Life is but a dream

  • edited May 2010
    Here's another favourite song ...

    I believe the sun should never set upon an argument
    I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands
    I believe that junk food tastes so good because it's bad for you
    I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do
    I believe that beauty magazines promote low self esteem
    I believe I'm loved when I'm completely by myself alone

    I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
    I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned
    I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
    I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye

    I believe you can't control or choose your sexuality
    I believe that trust is more important than monogamy
    I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul
    I believe that family is worth more than money or gold

    I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair
    I believe the only ones who disagree are millionaires
    I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
    I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned

    I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
    I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye
    I believe forgiveness is the key to your unhappiness
    I believe that wedded bliss negates the need to be undressed

    I believe that God does not endorse TV evangelists
    I believe in love surviving death into eternity
    I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
    I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned

    I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
    I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye

    Savage gaeden

    Feel free 2 post your own ... not that you NEED my permission

  • edited May 2010
    Mothers are the place where love
    Emerges from the earth,
    And happiness rings out like bells
    In honor of our birth.

    Mothers are the sun that lights
    For life our inner sky,
    So we may know that we are loved
    And need not question why.

    Mothers are the moon that shines
    Upon our black despair,
    So even when we weep, we know
    That someone's always there.

    Whatever fear, or stress, or pain
    Might them to anger move,
    We know that underneath the storm
    We have, always, their love.

  • edited May 2010
    Mind by Niguma

    You don't have to do anything with your mind,
    just let it naturally rest in it's essential nature.
    Your own mind, unagitated, is reality.
    Meditate on this without distraction.

    Know the Truth beyond all opposites.
    Thoughts are like bubbles that form and dissolve in clear water.
    Thoughts are not distinct from the absolute Reality,
    so relax, there is no need to be critical.

    Whatever arises, whatever occurs,
    simply don't cling to it, but immediately let it go.
    What you see, hear, and touch are your own mind.
    There is nothing but mind.

    Mind transcends birth and death.
    The essence of mind is pure Consciousness that never leaves reality,
    even though it experiences the things of the senses.
    In the equanimity of the Absolute, there is nothing to renounce or attain.

    Have a good one!

  • edited May 2010
    Some people, I’ve heard
    Are mighty confused
    They are looking for something
    They never did lose

    What’s the meaning of life?
    They cry and they shout
    Not looking within
    But seeking without

    Some say that it’s god
    In Heaven on high
    Some say that there is none
    You just live and die

    That no god is scripting
    The things that you’re doing
    That he is not clapping
    And never pooh-poohing

    The meaning of life
    Is simple and clear
    It’s the life that you lead
    And the things you hold dear

    It’s the things that you do
    And the things that you say
    The thoughts that you have
    That give meaning each day

    Author Unknown
  • edited May 2010
    Take this kiss upon the brow!
    And, in parting from you now,
    Thus much let me avow--
    You are not wrong, who deem
    That my days have been a dream;
    Yet if hope has flown away
    In a night, or in a day,
    In a vision, or in none,
    Is it therefore the less gone?
    All that we see or seem
    Is but a dream within a dream.

    I stand amid the roar
    Of a surf-tormented shore,
    And I hold within my hand
    Grains of the golden sand--
    How few! yet how they creep
    Through my fingers to the deep,
    While I weep--while I weep!
    O God! can I not grasp
    Them with a tighter clasp?
    O God! can I not save
    One from the pitiless wave?
    Is all that we see or seem
    But a dream within a dream?
  • edited May 2010
    In quiet solitude I walk through fields of wisdom
    Time & tide and out of season the hitchhiker stood by
    The side of the road and raised his thumb as if planning
    An act of treason.
    Purple reign for which the night unfold
    Children scream and pout for an amber pale ghost
    Desolation which makes me write
    My heart & soul gives life
    Quiet mornings in ancient Greece
    Soft fire by the moonlight
    Within the confined cage of a massive beast
    Film spectators are quiet vampires
    Who seek shelter inside a dark theatre
    And engage in soulful conversation with first rate actors.

    Copyright by Carlos Alberto Rodriguez 2005

    Found it at a site called Poem Hunter

  • edited May 2010
    I Am
    by Chakra

    I am your truth, I am your destiny
    I am desire and despair
    I am your glow inside your beating heart
    I am the love that leads you there
    I am your soul, I am your soul

    I am the darkness where you disappear
    I am the light that leads you safe
    I am the shepherd of your laughter and your tears
    I am your pleasure and your pain
    I am your soul, I am your soul

    I am the faith that leaves your spirit strong
    I am the sunlight in the rain
    I am the universe inside your mind
    I am your pleasure and your pain
    I am your soul, I am your soul
    I am your soul, I am your soul

    I am the courage that inspires you
    I am the knowledge that you gained
    I am the people you will choose to be
    I am your pleasure and your pain
    I am your soul, I am your soul

    4 more songs like this plug sapphyr song lyrics into Google & see where that leas you ...
  • edited May 2010
    You suppose you are the trouble
    But you are the cure
    You suppose that you are the lock on the door
    But you are the key that opens it
    It’s too bad that you want to be someone else
    You don’t see your own face, your own beauty
    Yet, no face is more beautiful than yours.

    ~ Rumi
  • edited May 2010
    "You are always silly-fresh, when the freshness is silly.
    but the silly-fresh-freshness is never.... fresh,
    Shall we observe how the fishes DANCE?!?!, Drunk Stream!?!?!

    -THE FOUND (MAY 25 2010 12:03 AM)
  • edited May 2010
    Your children are not your children.
    They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
    They come through you but not from you,
    And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

    You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
    For they have their own thoughts.
    You may house their bodies but not their souls,
    For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
    which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
    You may strive to be like them,
    but seek not to make them like you.
    For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

    You are the bows from which your children
    as living arrows are sent forth.
    The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
    and He bends you with His might
    that His arrows may go swift and far.
    Let our bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
    For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
    so He loves also the bow that is stable.

    Kahlil Gibran

  • edited May 2010
    LITTLE I ask; my wants are few;
    I only wish a hut of stone,
    (A very plain brown stone will do,)
    That I may call my own;
    And close at hand is such a one,
    In yonder street that fronts the sun.

    Plain food is quite enough for me;
    Three courses are as good as ten;--
    If Nature can subsist on three,
    Thank Heaven for three. Amen!
    I always thought cold victual nice;--
    My choice would be vanilla-ice.

    I care not much for gold or land;--
    Give me a mortgage here and there,--
    Some good bank-stock, some note of hand,
    Or trifling railroad share,--
    I only ask that Fortune send
    A little more than I shall spend.

    Honors are silly toys, I know,
    And titles are but empty names;
    I would, perhaps, be Plenipo,--
    But only near St. James;
    I'm very sure I should not care
    To fill our Gubernator's chair.

    Jewels are baubles; 't is a sin
    To care for such unfruitful things;--
    One good-sized diamond in a pin,--
    Some, not so large, in rings,--
    A ruby, and a pearl, or so,
    Will do for me;--I laugh at show.

    My dame should dress in cheap attire;
    (Good, heavy silks are never dear;) -
    I own perhaps I might desire
    Some shawls of true Cashmere,--
    Some marrowy crapes of China silk,
    Like wrinkled skins on scalded milk.

    I would not have the horse I drive
    So fast that folks must stop and stare;
    An easy gait--two forty-five--
    Suits me; I do not care;--
    Perhaps, for just a single spurt,
    Some seconds less would do no hurt.

    Of pictures, I should like to own
    Titians aud Raphaels three or four,--
    I love so much their style and tone,
    One Turner, and no more,
    (A landscape,--foreground golden dirt,--
    The sunshine painted with a squirt.)

    Of books but few,--some fifty score
    For daily use, and bound for wear;
    The rest upon an upper floor;--
    Some little luxury there
    Of red morocco's gilded gleam
    And vellum rich as country cream.

    Busts, cameos, gems,--such things as these,
    Which others often show for pride,
    I value for their power to please,
    And selfish churls deride;--
    One Stradivarius, I confess,
    Two Meerschaums, I would fain possess.

    Wealth's wasteful tricks I will not learn,
    Nor ape the glittering upstart fool;--
    Shall not carved tables serve my turn,
    But all must be of buhl?
    Give grasping pomp its double share,--
    I ask but one recumbent chair.

    Thus humble let me live and die,
    Nor long for Midas' golden touch;
    If Heaven more generous gifts deny,
    I shall not miss them much,--
    Too grateful for the blessing lent
    Of simple tastes and mind content!

    Oliver Wendell Holmes
  • edited June 2010
    Sometimes during eternity
    some guys show up
    and one of them
    who shows up real late
    is a kind of carpenter
    from square-type place
    like Galilee
    and he starts wailing
    and claiming he is hip
    to who made heaven
    and earth
    and that the cat
    who really laid it on us
    is his Dad
    And moreover
    he adds
    It's all writ down
    on some scroll-type parchments
    which some henchmen
    leave lying around the Dead Sea somewheres
    a long time ago
    and which you won't even find
    for a coupla thousand years or so
    or at least for
    nineteen hundred and fortyseven
    of them
    to be exact
    and even then
    nobody really believes them
    or me
    for that matter
    You're hot
    they tell him
    And they cool him
    They stretch him on the Tree to cool
    And everybody after that
    is always making models
    of his Tree
    with Him hung up
    and always crooning His name
    and calling Him to come down
    and sit in
    on their combo
    as if he is the king cat
    who's got to blow
    or they can't quite make it
    Only he don't come down
    from His Tree
    Him just hang there
    on His Tree
    looking real Petered out
    and real cool
    and also
    according to a roundup
    of late world news
    from the usual unreliable sources
    real dead

    Lawrence Ferlinghetti
  • edited June 2010
    Author Unknown

    There's something in a simple hug,
    That always warms the heart;
    It welcomes us back home.
    And makes it easier to part.

    A hug is a way to share the joy.
    And sad times we go through,
    Or just a way for friends to say,
    They like you 'cause you're you.

    Hugs are meant for anyone.
    For whom we really care,
    From your grandma to your neighbor,
    Or a cuddly teddy bear.

    A hug is an amazing thing --
    It's just the perfect way
    To show the love we're feeling,
    But can't find the words to say.

    It's funny how a little hug
    Makes everyone feel good;
    In every place and language,
    It's always understood.

    And hugs don't need new equipment,
    Special batteries or parts -
    Just open up your arms
    And open up your hearts.
  • edited June 2010
    really great poems.
  • edited June 2010
    Reading the poems over and over again, keeps the spirit up high. It makes me realize how tiny gestures can have enormous consequences. And above all, how precious the dharma is to me. Thank you.
  • edited June 2010
    Hi Atisha & Daveysmith

    Glad you liked them! Nice 2 get some feedback.

    I noticed the other day that this forum has a special section for writings and poetry.

    Shall keep them comin ...

    Enlightenment is like the moon reflected on the water.
    The moon does not get wet, nor is the water broken.
    Although its light is wide and great,
    The moon is reflected even in a puddle an inch wide.
    The whole moon and the entire sky
    Are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.


    Have a good one!

  • TreeLuvr87TreeLuvr87 Veteran
    edited June 2010

    Enlightenment is like the moon reflected on the water.
    The moon does not get wet, nor is the water broken.
    Although its light is wide and great,
    The moon is reflected even in a puddle an inch wide.
    The whole moon and the entire sky
    Are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.

  • edited June 2010
    Hi TreeLuvr!

    Yes, that was a good 'un

    If you want more of them try plugging viewonbuddhism zen poems into Google. It's well worth visiting that site!

  • edited June 2010
    He who binds to himself a joy
    Doth the winged life destroy.
    He who kisses the joy as it flies
    Lives in eternity's sunrise.

    ~ William Blake
  • edited June 2010
    Greetings folks!

    Here's a couple of poems I wrote when I was last in the psych ward -


    I've been to the place where it all makes sense
    Where there is no past or future tense
    To get there is easy - you may find
    All you need is a quiet mind



    Everyone has a tale to tell
    A joke or even a magic spell
    Listen closely and you might see
    That I am you and you are me


  • edited July 2010
    This is part poem and part gratitude prayer. The author speaks of his own life, while also offering up expressions of gratitude.

    A Prayer
    by Max Ehrmann

    Let me do my work each day;
    And if the darkened hours of despair overcome me,
    May I not forget the strength that comforted me
    In the desolation of other times.

    May I still remember the bright hours that found me
    Walking over the silent hills of my childhood,
    Or dreaming on the margin of the quiet river,
    When a light glowed within me,
    And I promised my early God to have courage
    Amid the tempests of the changing years.
    Spare me from bitterness
    And from the sharp passions of unguarded moments.

    May I not forget that poverty and riches are of the spirit.
    Though the world may know me not,
    May my thoughts and actions be such
    As shall keep me friendly with myself.
    Lift my eyes from the earth,
    And let me not forget the uses of the stars.
    Forbid that I should judge others,
    Lest I condemn myself.

    Let me not follow the clamor of the world,
    But walk calmly in my path.
    Give me a few good friends who will love me for what I am;
    And keep ever burning before my vagrant steps
    The kindly light of hope.
    And though age and infirmity overtake me,
    And I come not within sight of the castle of my dreams,
    Teach me still to be thankful for life,
    And for times olden memories that are good and sweet;
    And may the evening's twilight find me gentle still.

    ~ Max Ehrmann (1872 - 1945)

    Ehrmann was an attorney and businessman of Terre Haute, Indiana, best known for his 1927 prose poem "Desiderata."

  • edited July 2010
    You told me, there is so much uncertainty!
    replied I, uncertainty is part of this reality.

    Master of Great Silence whispers within:
    follow the path diligently
    that leads to deeper and unknown trails
    into the Universe of Uncertainty.

    Take hand of the Master of Uncertainty
    who will lead you to the deepest forest,
    leaving you totally bewildered and lost.
    immersed in total uncertainty

    Look nowhere to find a way out, but
    leave all to Him Who brought you here
    in the first place. There is no other way.
    for a split second, let not your heart sway.

    Be baffled but hold fast with total trust.
    behold the mystical paradox that says:
    only (realizing) Total Uncertainty (within)
    will take you to the point of Total Certainty.

  • edited July 2010
    Illumined Heart

    A Sacred, spiritual journey
    Inspired to stay on course
    Builds Integrity, devotion, and compromise
    Eternal Channels toward life's challenges,
    Explores new avenues,
    Opens new doors of opportunity.
    Reach for the stars
    Engage, transform, encourage,
    The Power of God
    Which permeates all spheres of life.
    A Grasp at Eternity
    A Flood of Contentment
    A whispering silence
    Calming resilience
    Chambers of time
    Light your way with the torch
    Through empowerment of the Soul,
    As moonlight, and dewdrops resonate
    In the breeze,
    Echoes, on moonbeams,
    Radiance embraces the mysteries
    Enlightens shadows
    In Essence of Eternal bliss
    Splendor of imagery
    Inscriptions embedded
    Jewels of fire, measures,
    Melodies and memories,
    Calmed without resistance.
    Personal domain
    Becomes a Peaceful journey
    Triumphs and treasures
    Colors of love
    Enhances Harmony
    Enlightening your destiny
    And Path to peace
    A soul touched by grace
    Tranquil traces of yesterdays
    Through the windmills of our minds.

    © Mary Mosinski (All rights reserved)

  • edited July 2010
    In the deepest depths of you and me
    In the deepest depths of we
    Lies the most beautiful jewel
    Shining forth eternally

    Within that precious jewel
    Within that priceless piece of we
    Lies a time beyond all time
    Lies a place beyond all space

    Within that sacred source of radiance
    Lies a love beyond all love
    Ever so patiently

    Waiting for you, waiting for me
    Waiting patiently for all to see
    The beauty that is you inside of me
    The beauty that is me inside of thee

    In the deepest depths of you and me
    In the deepest depths of we
    Lies the love and wisdom
    Of all Eternity
  • edited July 2010
    Hello God;
    This is the meek.
    You know you said we'd inherit the earth?
    Well ... is it alright to have it this week?

    If that's alright by you ...
    If it's something you can allow ...
    We have been waiting a while,
    Is it all right to have it now?

    I don't mean to be pushy;
    We met and had a chat
    And one of the others suggeted it ...
    But if there's a problem with that ...

    But ... you know ...
    The offer was there
    And someone else has had it a long time,
    So ... if we could just have our share ...

    Hello God.
    It's the meek; we spoke before ...
    Remember, we inherited the earth
    Well .. we've not got it any more

    I'm afraid
    We sort of let it go ...
    This man said he wanted it
    And we didn't like to say no.

    I suppose we should have ...
    But we've never had the knack
    So the others have asked me to ask you
    Can we please have it back?

    We only had it fifteen minutes
    This was our big day ...
    I knew we wouldn't assert ourselves
    I didn't like to say.

    Perhaps we could inherit something smaller ...
    Like ... a bicycle; that might be nice ...
    Just one between all of us would do ...
    I hope you don't mind the advice.

    That's what you should have said;
    "Bleesed are the meek;
    For they shall inherit a bicycle ..."
    Is it all right to have it next week?

    Hello God ...
    This you're not going to like
    I'm sorry to bother you again
    But somebody's taken our bike.

    We're not cut out for this are we?
    The writing's on the wall;
    "Blessed are the meek;
    For they don't really want anything at all."

    Perhaps that's the best thing;
    We didn't want to cause all this worry;
    In future we'll just keep quiet ...
    One last thing, God ... sorry.

    From "Roverdance" by Les Barker

  • edited October 2010
    "If Thou Must Love Me"

    If thou must love me, let it be for naught
    Except for love's sake only. Do not say
    "I love her for her smile...her look...her way of speaking
    For a trick of thought
    That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
    A sense of pleasant ease on such a day."
    For these things in themselves, beloved, may be changed, or changed for thee--and love so wrought may be unwrought so.
    Neither love me for thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry-
    A creature might forget to weep, who bore their comfort long, and lose
    their love thereby
    But love me for love's sake, that evermore thou mayst love on,
    Through love's eternity.

    ~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning

    For more poems etc try pluggin the follwin into Google -

    diamondhelpers love poems short

  • edited November 2010
    Enlightenment is like the moon reflected on the water.
    The moon does not get wet, nor is the water broken.
    Although its light is wide and great,
    The moon is reflected even in a puddle an inch wide.
    The whole moon and the entire sky
    Are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.

    ~ Dogen

    Have a good one!

  • edited November 2010
    I HAD some friends-but I dreamed that they were dead-
    Who used to dance with lanterns round a little boy in bed;
    Green and white lanterns that waved to and fro:
    But I haven't seen a Firefly since ever so long ago!

    I had some friends-their crowns were in the sky-
    Who used to nod and whisper when a little boy went by,
    As the nuts began to tumble and the breeze began to blow:
    And I haven't seen a Cocoa-palm since ever so long ago!

    I had a friend-he came up from Cape Horn,
    With a Coal-sack on his shoulder when a little boy was born.
    He heard me learn to talk, and he helped me thrive and grow:
    But I haven't seen the Southern Cross since ever so long ago!

    I had a boat-I out and let her drive,
    Till I found my dream was foolish, for my friends were all alive.
    The Cocoa-palms were real, and the Southern Cross was true:
    And the Fireflies were dancing-so I danced too!
    Rudyard Kipling

    4 more - seek the poetry lovers page

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