Spiritual Wake Up - "Guiding Individuals to that Special Place Inside Themselves"
Kirtan Poetry

   Below are some poems for your enjoyment.  We read these at the different Kirtans where we performed.  Michael Warmuth performed his hammer dulcimer song Sacred Service Meditations  during the meditation periods.

The following link is to our web magazine which has several Spiritual Poems from The Spiritual Poetry Corner:

The Spirit Post Magazine ... The Spiritual Poetry Corner ... segment dedicated to Spiritual Poetry.


Image of Rumi ... famous Spiritual Persian Poet
There Is A Candle In Your Hear

There is a candle in your heart,
ready to be kindled.

There is a void in your soul,
ready to be filled.

You feel it, don't you?

You feel the separation
from the Beloved.

Invite Him to fill you up,
embrace the fire.

Remind those who tell you otherwise that
comes to you of its own accord,
and the yearning for it
cannot be learned in any school.  



Beauty Of The Heart   

The beauty of the heart
is the lasting beauty:
its lips give to drink
of the water of life.

Truly it is the water,
that which pours,
and the one who drinks.

All three become one when
your talisman is shattered.

That oneness you can't know
by reasoning.  


Rabindranath Tagore ... famous Spiritual Poet
Have You Not Heard His Silent Steps? 

Have you not heard his silent steps?
He comes, comes, ever comes.

Every moment and every age, every day and every night he comes, comes, ever comes.

Many a song have I sung in many a mood of mind,
but all their notes have always proclaimed,
"He comes, comes, ever comes."

In the fragrant days of sunny April through the forest
path he comes, comes, ever comes.

In the rainy gloom of July nights on the thundering
chariot of clouds he comes, comes, ever comes.

In sorrow after sorrow,
it is his steps that press upon my

and it is the golden touch of his feet
that makes my joy to shine.



If You Can Disentangle
If you can disentangle
yourself from your selfish self,
all heavenly spirits
will stand ready to serve you.

If you can finally hunt down
your own beastly self,
you have the right
to claim Solomon's kingdom.

You are that blessed soul who
belongs to the garden of paradise.

Is it fair to let yourself
fall apart in a shattered house?

You are the bird of happiness
in the magic of existence.

What a pity when you let
yourself be chained and caged,
but if you can break free
from this dark prison named body,
soon you will see,
you are the sage and the fountain of life.  



Image of Hafez ... famous Spiritual Persian PoetIt Felt Love 

Did the rose
Ever open its heart  

And give to this world
All its Beauty?

  It felt the encouragement of light
Against its Being.  

We all remain  
Too Frightened.


The Sun Never Says

All this time
The sun never says to the earth,

"You owe

What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the
Whole Sky.



Oh Beloved

Oh Beloved,
take me.
Liberate my soul.

Fill me with your love and
release me from the two worlds.

If I set my heart on anything but you
let fire burn me from inside.

Oh Beloved,
take away what I want.

Take away what I do.

Take away what I need.

Take away everything
that takes me from you.



Laughing At The Word Two

That Illumined

Who keeps
Seducing the formless into form,

Had the charm to win my

Only a Perfect One

Who is always
Laughing at the word

Can make you know



Open the Window

There's a street where the Beautiful One
is known to take a stroll.

When a certain radiance is noticed
through the latticed windows
of that neighborhood,

people whisper,
The Beloved must be near.

Listen: open a window to God
and breathe. Delight yourself
with what comes through that opening.

The work of love is to create
a window in the heart,

for the breast is illumined
by the beauty of the Beloved.

Gaze incessantly on that Face!
Listen, this is in your power, my friend!

Find a way to your innermost secret.
Let no other perception distract you.

You, yourself, possess the elixir,
so rub it into your skin,

and by this alchemy
your inner enemies will become friends.

And as you are made beautiful,
the Beautiful One will become your own,
the intimate of your once lonely spirit.



Whoever Brought Me Here,
Will Have To Take Me

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?

I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober.

I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes?
What is the soul? 
I cannot stop asking.

If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord,
and I can't leave that way.

Whoever brought me here,
will have to take me home.

This poetry.
I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.

When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all ...    



Look At Love
Look at Love,
how it tangles
with the one fallen in love.

Look at spirit,
how it fuses with earth,
giving it new life.

Why are you so busy,
with this or that or good or bad,
pay attention to how things blend.

Why talk about all,
the known and the unknown,
see how unknown merges into the known.

Why think separately
of this life and the next,
when one is born from the last.

Look at your heart and tongue,
one feels but deaf and dumb,
the other speaks in words and signs.

Look at water and fire
earth and wind,
enemies and friends all at once. 

The wolf and the lamb,
the lion and the deer,
far away yet together.

Look at the Unity
of this spring and winter
manifested in the equinox.

Image of Rumi ... famous Spiritual Persian Poet You too must mingle my friends,
since the earth and the sky
are mingled just for you and me.

Be like sugarcane
sweet yet silent
don't get mixed up with bitter words.

My beloved grows
right out of my own Heart

how much more union can there be?

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Sacred Service Meditations
by Michael Warmuth
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