God, Sant Kirpal Singh Ji, Dr. Harbhajan Singh, Biji Surinder Kaur, Kirpal Sagar, Unity of Man, Spirituality, Love, Compassion, Peace, Non-Violence, Right Understanding, Consciousness, Togetherness, Religions, Mind, Maya, Poems, Aphorism, Digital Art
How is it possible That a few people rule Over people and nations?
How is it possible That a few people live In hustle and bustle While a large part of the people have to starve?
How is it possible That the many allow themselves to be controlled By the few?
In this way, man is like spreading metastases With his greed for more and more With his I, I, I first With his brutal ruthlessness
This man of power is a danger to the whole world Who has not even recognised What weaknesses does he suffer from Who is unconscious like an animal
We need a change No longer poor and rich Not those with power or powerlessness
We need a fair distribution In all areas We need people with heart and understanding People who are aware of their own mistakes People with humanity and humiliation People in which everyone finds their place As one big family In the realisation That we are all one
Time to overcome egoism With the help of honesty, attention and God
We are all affected By the Coronavirus spread around the world But there are people They don’t wear masks, see no reason for it They protest against restrictions
When we were little Vaccinations were the order of the day It was normal to be vaccinated Protests did not rise We didn’t have the media
Today we have social media Alongside the traditional media Today the internet dominates Fakes and hoaxes everywhere Influence from all sides
Today’s man does not know Where to stand What to believe So he blindly accepts this and that Is easily persuaded
Conspiracy theorists, lateral thinkers come into play They replace doctors and scientists with their opinions Know the truth, are fanatical Don’t get vaccinated – that’s still ok What is not ok is that they do not wear masks
Is it bad to wear a mask When it protects others? Not to wear it is irresponsible Shows the colour of our mind, our ego We should see the reality in the intensive care units….
Maybe one of us is the next That the virus will strike But then our remorse may come too late In case to die from it Or get seriously ill
When the bitter realization awakens: To have protested hiddenly behind half-truths, To cover up our own ego To make ourselves look good in front of others When the wave of truth overtakes us….
Is service to man a foreign word?
May right understanding take its place in our hearts….
Our view depends on our knowledge, On our ignorance But often enough we pretend As if we know certain subjects Hiding our gaps in knowledge Behind titles, reputations, and names Selling false or inadequate knowledge
We are proud of what we know Proud of what we have achieved We boast with pride Woe betide anyone who hurts that pride We react hurt We strike back Without realising That pride is a relative of our ego
When we put pride aside We become humble Begin to understand What hurts us and why It is a bitter medicine To break through the armour of our pride
Are we ready for it? Are we ready to look beyond our minds? Instead of clinging to pride?