Zen, especially, has a rich and beautiful history of these.
You don't have to be enlightened to write them, but just seeking it at least.
Care to try? Here are a few of my own. Feel free to write your own and post them!
I'm here for one reason only
To realise God Enthroned see;
Enlightened King Rains Nectar on His Children
God's Servants see empty bellies so we fill them
Truth his Name and Love his Word
Destroy your Ignorance with this Sword
God kills Ego with cold Steel
Life Illusion Death is Real
Mind Embittered Soul is battered
After death, nothing mattered
saw darkness and oppression
from every path flowed evil
wished it would lessen
my heart wouldn't be still
warriors become slaves
where is the god that saves?
saints became tramps
dictators rule from postage stamps
wished for justice, wished for peace
wished for love, wished for hope
time passes and no progress
got the worst, hope the best
optimism died in my breath
I wished for death, sweet death
I made quiet my mind
to the cold world so blind
wished for a sword
i held it in my eyes
and with eternal truth
i pierced the shallow lie
this sword flashes from my eye when I glance
this solitary singing blade in mystic trance
discretion my sight, compassion my light
in order that darkness and evil take flight
blood is running out like tear-drops
when will this God-awful war stop?
this "war" is "crazy"
our minds are hazy
but love is worth it
hope will nurse it
while the righteous are oppressed
and the saints are in stress
justice I screamed for
and peace at our door
now, no more violation
hidden by mental self-segregation
look deeper and you will see
snares and briars in you and me
one more battlecry is what I die for
one last line is what I strive for
uniting all in harmonic perfection
in order to combat societal infection
now become death
so that life you might give
and all of my hope
with your insight will live
this poem's not done
it's not even started
for as long as I live
I kill the black-hearted
with this sword
drink this wine
holy nectar
and light divine
The stars on a blue night, wait for the moon behind clouds
From a hill I can see your face, and the river calls your name
The wandering wind is so mournful, without form or consciousness
The deep earth lies unbroken, I know rabbits make their home beneath it
And for now I watch bright lights twinkle, as if from a distance
and I know this is just a dream, but it is not time to wake
My body is strong, tomorrow it will be dust
all that I perceive is a reflection of my own inner essence
all that I am is a reflection of God
I have no master and no student
I only call one worthy - everyone
Who can teach, and who can learn?
A fool thinks that he can be taught
A wise one knows he is the teaching being taught
The supreme wisdom does not think, does not know
The grass is laughing in the field
Long stems are rustled by a gale in the meadow
No-one closes the gate, the trees stand watch in each-others shadow
Sugar tastes bittersweet to me, like the memory of forgetfulness
I can stand here a moment longer, savouring the sweet air, before I continue on my way
How will I find my way home? The road is unmarked, but there are signs everywhere
I walk through mud and stones alike, ignoring the houses with light spilling out of the windows
They seem far from me, like my destination, and I know I cannot rest, not yet
I only need to make a few steps, one after the other. My feet walk on their own, and I thank them.
Is death the dream, or is the dream life? When the sleeper awakens I will rejoice without my heart
singing without song, wordless wonder, ecstasy without expectation
Still, I love this pure moment in the cold air.
My heart beats like a drum in my chest with the steady rise and fall of my breath
My destination seems far, now it seems near.
In panic, I wonder if I missed it
But my feet know the way, inexplicably.
I don't require explanation any more.
I am just happy in this trust, in this faith.
All paths lead home.
I consult with buddha, he is within me. I touch his feet and seek his blessings, he tells me I need none.
I ask Jesus the way, and he just nods.
I call on Muhammad, and he tells me to call on God.
One by one, I ask all the great teachers whilst traversing the great world.
They all tell me the same thing.
I think I am travelling, but really, the journey is within.
I think I am perceiving, but really, I am creating my perception.
I abandon joy and sorrow, and realise they are my own two hands with which to grasp the truth
No more questions, no more answers.
Sometimes I think "Is this all there is?"
and then I feel compelled to walk up the hill amidst great trees and look out over the city.
I see houses everywhere, but my home is not among them.
I look at the sky and enjoy the stars hiding behind the clouds, as if playing a children's game
I wait on a bench under a portly tree until the anxiety feels unbearable
Then I go and walk in shadows amongst bushes and smell the cool air and tell the city laid at my feet
"I love you. Be blessed"
And then I laugh and sing and wait, wait until my heart tells me:
"We have lingered here enough. We must continue onwards."
We have work to do yet, before the sun rises, before the sun sets
We will walk and work and then we will rest
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