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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Millenial Hymn to Lord Shiva</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Earth no longer<br>hymns the Creator,<br>the seven days of wonder,<br>the Garden is over —<br>all the stories are told,<br>the seven seals broken<br>all that begins<br>must have its ending,<br>our striving, desiring,<br>our living and dying,<br>for Time, the bringer<br>of abundant days<br>is Time the destroyer —<br>In the Iron Age<br>the Kali Yuga<br>To whom can we pray<br>at the end of an era<br>but the Lord Shiva,<br>the Liberator, the purifier?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our forests are felled,<br>our mountains eroded,<br>the wild places<br>where the beautiful animals<br>found food and sanctuary<br>we have desolated,<br>a third of our seas,<br>a third of our rivers<br>we have polluted<br>and the sea-creatures dying.<br>Our civilization’s<br>blind progress<br>in wrong courses<br>through wrong choices<br>has brought us to nightmare<br>where what seems,<br>is, to the dreamer,<br>the collective mind<br>of the twentieth century —<br>this world of wonders<br>not divine creation<br>but a big bang<br>of blind chance,<br>purposeless accident,<br>mother earth’s children,<br>their living and loving,<br>their delight in being<br>not joy but chemistry,<br>stimulus, reflex,<br>valueless, meaningless,<br>while to our machines<br>we impute intelligence,<br>in computers and robots<br>we store information<br>and call it knowledge,<br>we seek guidance<br>by dialling numbers,<br>pressing buttons, <br>throwing switches,<br>in place of family<br>our companions are shadows,<br>cast on a screen,<br>bodiless voices, fleshless faces,<br>where was the Garden<br>a Disney-land<br>of virtual reality,<br>in place of angels<br>the human imagination<br>is peopled with foot-ballers<br>film-stars, media-men,<br>experts, know-all<br>television personalities,<br>animated puppets<br>with cartoon faces —<br>To whom can we pray<br>for release from illusion,<br>from the world-cave,<br>but Time the destroyer,<br>the liberator, the purifier?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The curse of Midas<br>has changed at a touch,<br>a golden handshake<br>earthly paradise<br>to lifeless matter,<br>where once was seed-time,<br>summer and winter,<br>food-chain, factory farming,<br>monocrops for supermarkets,<br>pesticides, weed-killers<br>birdless springs, <br>endangered species,<br>battery-hens, hormone injections,<br>artificial insemination,<br>implants, transplants, sterilization,<br>surrogate births, contraception,<br>cloning, genetic engineering, abortion,<br>and our days shall be short<br>in the land we have sown<br>with the Dragon’s teeth<br>where our armies arise<br>fully armed on our killing-fields<br>with land-mines and missiles,<br>tanks and artillery,<br>gas-masks and body-bags,<br>our air-craft rain down<br>fire and destruction,<br>our space-craft broadcast<br>lies and corruption,<br>our elected parliaments<br>parrot their rhetoric<br>of peace and democracy<br>while the truth we deny<br>returns in our dreams<br>of Armageddon,<br>the death-wish, the arms-trade,<br>hatred and slaughter<br>profitable employment<br>of our thriving cities,<br>the arms-race<br>to the end of the world<br>of our postmodern, <br>post-Christian,<br>post-human nations,<br>progress to the nihil<br>of our spent civilization.<br>But cause and effect,<br>just and inexorable<br>law of the universe<br>no fix of science,<br>nor amenable god<br>can save from ourselves<br>the selves we have become —<br>At the end of history<br>to whom can we pray<br>but to the destroyer,<br>the liberator, the purifier?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the beginning<br>the stars sang together<br>the cosmic harmony,<br>but Time, imperceptible<br>taker-away<br>of all that has been,<br>all that will be,<br>our heart-beat your drum,<br>our dance of life<br>your dance of death<br>in the crematorium,<br>our high-rise dreams,<br>Valhalla, Utopia,<br>Xanadu, Shangri-la, world revolution<br>Time has taken, and soon will be gone<br>Cambridge, Princeton and M.I.T.,<br>Nalanda, Athens and Alexandria<br>all for the holocaust<br>of civilization —<br>To whom shall we pray<br>when our vision has faded<br>but the world-destroyer,<br>the liberator, the purifier?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But great is the realm<br>of the world-creator,<br>the world-sustainer<br>from whom we come,<br>in whom we move<br>and have our being,<br>about us, within us<br>the wonders of wisdom,<br>the trees and the fountains,<br>the stars and the mountains,<br>all the children of joy,<br>the loved and the known,<br>the unknowable mystery<br>to whom we return<br>through the world-destroyer, —<br>Holy, holy<br>at the end of the world<br>the purging fire<br>of the purifier, the liberator!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kathleen+Jessie+Raine">Kathleen Jessie Raine</a><div class=q>
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hymns the Creator,
the seven days of wonder,
the Garden is over —
all the stories are told,
the seven seals broken
all that begins
must have its ending,
our striving, desiring,
our living and dying,
for Time, the bringer
of abund..."></div>
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