Short Poems of Life and Death
Zarathushtra passed away but left us a legacy -- the GATHAS (gâthâs). They are sublime prayers addressed to God, and yet they are the Laws of Life, both at the same time. While chanting the Gathas, one praises God and simultaneously comprehends the principles of living with wisdom and truth on this earth, principles that promote men and women equally to grow godlike and to be united with God. They are a masterpiece of "love God, serve all." The Gathas entertain no myths, epics, tales, narratives, parables, or history. They do not belong to the past, they issue no commandments for the present, and they make no predictions about the future. They have been contemporary for four thousand years. They are timeless. The Gathas, are the very "Code of Life" -- both mental and physical, spiritual and material-for all those who choose, of their free will, "Good Conscience," the name Zarathushtra gave the religion he so painstakingly and prudently founded and promoted. He called it Good Conscience because to him religion is nothing but an individual's conscience awakened to the realities of life. And when people share the same conscientiousness, they share the same religion. "Conscience" (Gathic daêna) in plural means "religion."
| Empty Gathas | |||
| Ahhh...pure perfection, life and death are thus. Creation as it is, or was, so...what is the fuss? |
Say less, mean more, share all as such. Breath in, bleed out, be all, not much. |
Each day has its way, as plans go astray. work turns to play, in a day along the Way. |
Why cry? Just sigh. Let it lie. Wave goodbye. |
| Dragonfly, show the way, lightly spend your day. flitting here and there, landing without a care. |
Green sprouts bursting clear winds blowing yellow leaves wilting warm earth thirsting |
Must hang on and get a grip I sense that I have begun to slip This dream I am in has got a rip I'm caught in someone else's trip |
Enjoy the free ride shift from side to side floating loose on the tide arise, balance and then subside |
| Rain stops winds blew water drops storms through |
Life happens when letting self go, we play our unique bit in the show, there really isn't much to know, just let the winds of change blow. |
A being doing Results ensuing A lively path is led After being dead |
Nothing to do at last a clue one last change as I bid adieu |