Zeitgeistlyrik: Rituals in the Himalayas (Satis Shroff)

Rituals in the Himalayas (Satis Shroff)

Tika, a Hindu symbol, A blessing from the parents, From the priest at the temple, During a visit to a shrine, After a puja, A ritual ceremony. Faith and belief in God, Spirituality in the Himalayas As old and strong, As the Abode of Snows, Undaunted by colonialism And conquests with the sickel sword. Om namo Shiva, Rituals reveal the unity, Between the self and the cosmos; A light in your innermost self. Through rituals you become one With your soul. You feel it within the molecules, Atoms and positrons in you. Be it big or small, In this eternally moving world, Nothing is without a meaning. The ancient rituals Have each a meaning, In the endless metamorphosis Of the individual, To be in tact with the universe. It is the daily rituals That lead us to unity, Growth of consciousness, That engulfs all. In rituals we bundle energy For the changes in the cycle Of Death and Creation. It is the litany of mantras Combined with ritual offerings, That create a work of art: the yantra. Dedicated to the Gods and Goddesses, In the shrine, temple and pagoda. Seasonal flowers plucked at dawn, To beckon and appease the Gods, Sandalwood tika paste, Cereals and herbs, Sweetmeat and fruits. The beauty of the yantra Creates harmony. The chime of the temple bells Evoke feelings of spirituality. There is a mingling Of cultural powers that be, In peace and balance. If you’re ill perform a ritual At the right time, To restore the balance, Between illness and recovery, Between right and wrong, Between holy and unholy, Between wealth and poverty, Between rain and sun, Flood and drought, Life, death and rebirth.

The Healing Power of Hope (Satis Shroff, Germany)

World Healing Poetry: 

The Healing Power of Hope (Satis Shroff)

Unto you that fear my name

Shall the sun of righteousness

Arise with healing in his wings

(Malachi)

Bridges of peace, friendship and togetherness

Are built on mutual respect,

Tolerance and Miteinander.

We must talk about the symbols

Of tyranny in your villages, towns and cities.

On Memorial Day we gather with earnest faces,

To honour and remember the people

Whose names are engraved on stones,

Who died in the two World Wars.

The suns and husbands have fallen,

But a new ghost raises its ugly head again,

The Neonazis who work for

The Bundesnachrichtendienst.,

Who receive money for their incompetence,

In Thuringen, Saxony,

Hessen and Lower Saxony.

The lesson of faschism taught us

Never to combine

The police with the secret service,

For it would be akin to the Gestapo,

The Geheimen Staatspolizei.

The sixteen secret services in Germany

Cannot coordinate and cooperate.

Since thirteen years have we given

Neonazis a free hand,

Who robbed banks,

Executed Turkish and Greek migrants.

The constitution makes it possible:

‘Germany for the Germany,

All aliens out!’

Long live the Freedom of Speech.

But prithee, where is the protection

Of the migrants and underdogs

Of the society?

Is a new holocaust in the offing?

Yet there is no way

But the path of peace and togetherness.

The ewig gestrigen and the neos

Are still licking the wounds of war,

Wounds that won’t heal,

For they are infected with hate anew,

With brown-propaganda.

War has always been ugly and brutal.

The widows of the on-going krieg in the Hindukush,

The survivors who don’t understand their own world,

After the trauma of Vietnam, Irak, Afghanistan.

When the NATO sirens are tested,

The air vibrates with a monstrous noise.

Fear makes the olde soldier’s heart beats faster,

His pulse races and he almost chokes.

The memories and the fury of war overwhelm him.

Who will restore the faces we’ve adored?

Love, faith, togetherness and peace

Haven’t been lulled to sleep.

We still hear the clarion call

To the dangers of war,

To the hoarse shouts

Of the Neos in the street,

Who strut and fret,

And believe Auschwitz was a lie.

A silence treads like clouds shadows,

Among the people of Germany.

Hope hasn’t abandoned us yet,

Despite the petite victories of the rightists,

In Germany, Switzerland and Austria.

The people in these lands

Think otherwise.

In every good person there is a bad part,

In every bad person there’s a good trait,

Like ying and yang.

We can only appeal to humans,

Hope and pray for peace,

And the old wounds to heal,

Between humans in this world.