Poems from and for the Soul
September 14, 2024,⏐ Lotus Flower newsletter
Poetry of our meditator Samo Bohak
Many people know Samo Bohak personally, but only a few know him as a poet. His songs are both artistic and healing energetic creations. They were originally written in English, but here are the author's first translations into Slovenian. Three songs were published: True Love, The Pure Land, and Perfect Day.
Samo Bohak (1986) from Maribor is a poet, translator, philosopher, cellular healing therapist, reiki master, and practitioner of access bars and crystal healing in the lineage of King Solomon. He is a regular participant in our meditations in the Zen and retreats of the Spiritual School.
He only wrote about himself that he was "unsuspectingly, studying philosophy and humanities at home and abroad, when life intervened unannounced" and completely changed him and his world through an intense experience.
Thus, for the past fifteen years, he has been traveling the world and researching the secrets of life, spirituality, and ancient healing and spiritual traditions.
He spends his time among books, with trees, on walks with his dog, or in martial arts training. He understands training in healing and martial arts as training in the art of Living.
Samo Bohak is the author of two collections of healing poetry in English: Healingee ) and Bowl of Cherries which he slowly but steadily translates and alchemically transforms into Slovenian. For him, poetry represents Spirituality that has gained wings and legs. Thus he says: that "the poet himself has no more control over his poems, once they are written. Songs are like winged Pegasus, spreading Light, Peace, and Enlightened Wisdom into the world. The poet is only their guardian."
He regularly conducts spiritual transformative workshops at home and abroad.
You can read more about him at www.samobohak.com
POEMS:
True Love.
There is true love,
and by her fruits, ye shall know Her.
As the Great Teacher said.
And it can look like anything
and it is worth
fighting for.
And more than that,
and much harder :
dying
to your ego;
most of the time.
And it takes faith
to even give it a try,
And it takes perseverance,
for the nitty gritty
chores of everyday life
to not drive you crazy.
And yes, there are soulmates,
but not in the way, you think of it,
none of that shiny bling,
that new age prophets try to sell you.
It is a much more humble thing
and it can only be recognized
at its “end”.
As another great teacher said.
Yes, there is true Love
and it is worth fighting for.
I hope you are blessed
to partake in it.
And I hope
you are strong enough
wise enough,
and mad enough
to even
give it
A try.
Ready-made day
And she was Quan Yin,
and she was pure consciousness,
and she had the dirtiest mind
in the world.
And she wore it
like a royal silk garment,
as a queen would.
And she was Freya.
and she was whatever I wanted her to be.
She was Vast
and she contained multitudes.
And she was a poem,
and she was poetry.
She was a muse,
And she was amusing,
so she mused.
And she enabled me,
to have my Odyssey.
And she was my Ithaca.
And she was a safe harbour,
even if our house was too often battered
by storms.
And it rained more often,
than we would have wished.
And throughout it all,
she stayed true
to herself.
Not a small feat,
Considering the odds she had
Stacked
Against her
She barely started
living.
Lady luck has a lot
in store for her.
So may her road be blessed,
and may the sun kiss every inch of her
skin.
She is summer,
even when winter falls.
And she is the open sea,
and I am not Moses,
nor am I Abraham,
nor am I the prophet..
I am just a poet,
and a poem,
and the lines in the sand
and writings on the water.
A wanderer,
catching a glimpse of a shooting star.
And she sometimes
smiles back
at me.
and it makes
my
day.
The pure land
We come from the land of warriors.
our clan has no name,
and our lineage is the lineage of all.
We fought on the earth,
the sky
and the sea.
And within our Mind.
By the beauty of our spirit,
we conquered
the illusions of permanent existence,
and saw through,
and came through,
and stepped on:
to the other side.
We have come back,
simply because,
we leave no man
or woman
behind.
Should they choose,
to walk our way
and meet us,
somewhere on the Path
to liberation.
Silence is our war cry,
and in it, we find solace.
I will see you when you get there,
and we will walk together.
As we have
so many times before.
For the sheer joy,
of the race of all races:
The greatest story
ever
Lived.
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