The Holy Book of Life

Religious texts are not the Holy Grail or sole Guide to Good Living in my opinion.

God did give us a a Living, Self editing proof reading and corrective Holy Book,  our recording observing analytical Brains and hearts and mind.

We got to use them. Not get real lazy and complacent, close our eyes and quote blindly piously and self righteously from  ancient anachronistic books to justify our automaton actions.

The mind is Holy . it bears witness, and glorifies all of the known, unknown, imagined or anticipated Universe.

Call it Creation. Call it God's.
Doesn't matter.
Bless it, love it, cherish it, value it.

And do justice by it.

Maybe your birth was an accident.
Maybe it was the intended purposive act of a cyclical chain of events.

Doesn't matter.

It was and is, when you bother to put things in perspective, exceedingly rare.

Take care, to be Truly Human, while you are.
Perhaps the Core of You shall exceed it's ever expanding boundaries and touch Divinity itself.

Doesn't matter.

Don't blind and limit yourself with Laxman Rekhas.
Of blasphemy, apostasy, heresy, casteism and the like.

Read and write, understand the Holy Book of life.
You are it.
The vessel, the pen and ink and the paper.
The entire library exists.
In humanity...whenever we wake up to it.

Realize and see ourselves as as the true Religion.
Of Life and Light and Love.
And give up shallow superimposed placebos and coded ciphered instruction manuals.

Bypass the blind controls that bind you.
Embrace the goodness that's already in you.
Always was and will ever be.
Remember to learn.

(c) Amrita Valan 2016

The Mother Gender

If every son loved and respected all women,
like his own mother, then compassion would become a way of life, a never ending fount of positive energy.
Even in this war zone of ego and conflict ridden patriarchy, a measure of paradise could be reclaimed.
We would not need a matriarchal comeback.
A revaluation by the present ruling class, the male gender.
Yes we are women. We don't need to sit on the throne. Quite pleased to be kingmakers if necessary. ;)
Whatever works. To nourish and nurture lives
And when we do sit on the thrones of power, as well we can, as equals not superiors, then indeed, it, Power becomes sacred, not corrupt.
By the grace of love compassion and goodwill for all.
The gentler hallmark of the other gender.
The Mother Gender.

(c) Amrita Valan 2016

Salad Song

Black olives truffles a twist of lime
Cold Mayonnaise and a dash of wine
Fresh grated pepper and Parmesan
A spray of mint and parsley
Chopped, serve with elan.
Zucchini radishes tart and spiced
Mellow dill and tangy onions sliced
Cherry tomatoes blossom beetroots red
Carrots and celery sticks elegantly laid
A sprinkle of Apple cider vinegar and sake
Salt and lettuce leaves if you're lucky,
My salad days of Roses long gone
In middle age slimming groups preach
The Salad Song.

(c) Amrita Valan 2016

Pasta Song

Macaroni and cheese and the game is on
Molten mouthfuls lipsmacking fun
Fettuccini folded in white saucy cream
Melts in the mouth like morning dreams
Spaghetti and meatballs in red tomatoes doused
Aah! In Italian heavens I'm aroused
Lasagna crisp on top and soft within
My bottom line is caving in!
Vermicelli is how an angel sins
Hair thin pasta like a poet's dream,
Penne canellini a peasant's bucolic feast
Stuffed so good with spinach mix
Alas here I end my pasta song
Having supped on baby cabbages with an egg along
Going to bed now, with an empty tum
And an yearning face, mournfully long!

(c) Amrita Valan 2016

Dessert Song

I must be hungry. Lol.

Pralines, nougats marzipan
Caramelized sugar in the pan
Roasted nuts and honey dough
Eclairs and doughnuts and toffees too
Cheesecake and souffles creme brulee
Macaroons bowls of glazed pudding
Cinnamon cookies gingerbread
chocolate truffles bring on the spread
Sweet chewy bread for the simple sugar kick
A dollop of cake mix yummy fingers lick
Ice cream cakes and custards and cupcakes kiss
Are sweet nothings no one should miss
Hate your diet and train your tongue
Apple pie, or crepe Suzettes anyone?

(c) Amrita Valan 2016

Color Song

Orange green pink and blue
Purple is a color too
Brown gray black and white

Are simply parts or the whole of light.
The whole greater than the sum
Beige taupe wine and rum
Golden cognac tawny strains
Red and yellow will blow your brains
Cream and roses milk and ice
Chocolate mocha cheese delights
Violet lilac indigo lime
Icy blue satin lined
Velvet Moss and bottle green
Certain types are best unseen
Robust rust and grimy dust
Or glistening motes of pearly lust
Arcs electric passionate shades
Russet browns and garnet red
Blood of Universe in Ruby sparks
Tuesday's grace in topaz lurks
Deep ominous passive jet
Haunts my heart with darkest death
Jade revives a fairy glade
A Glen so green emeralds inlaid
And thus and so
And on it goes
Colors seep into eyes
That life beholds...

(c) Amrita Valan 2016

Calendar Song

April's folly May's Demise
June derides with weeping eyes
July blazes through skies so blue
August majestic powers through
September steps in sister of my heart
Greet me October where this life did start
November's gun metal matrix grey
Diva December's soft Sashay
January jitters February blues
Oh maddening March
I am stillborn in you.

(c) Amrita Valan 2016