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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=555590" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Heart-Felt Cosmic Impacts With Shiva In The Wings And Lyrical Messages</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We all are children of the cosmos<br>And as such alway under the cosmic sway</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as a human of blood and flesh it sometimes feels good to see<br>This impact showing its face<br>In the mask of a Face itself, that one may see, almost visible, <br>Giggling before our own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As to-day when I was about to send out, <br>As I often do early in the mornings, <br>Lyrical spiritual messages, <br>To a few worthy poetry lovers<br>Throughout this country where I live, <br>Both known and unknown to me -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One of them once sent me a souvenir thank-you from Rome, Italy -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there had, for to-day, accrued a message <br>With verses from the most glorious Vedas, <br>To be sent, first in order, ahead of one more package of messages, <br>The other one of worldly theme, the following sacred hymns, <br>Endowed with their very own explanatory notes, <br>So as to render all simplest things well understood: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">' Gracious to us be the trembling earth, <br>When struck by the fiery meteor.<br>Gracious be the cows yielding red milk, <br>Gracious be the earth receding.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gracious be the constellations struck by the meteor, <br>Gracious incantations and all magic! <br>Gracious to us be buried charms, <br>The meteors and plagues that afflict us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gracious to us be the stars and the moon, <br>Gracious the sun and Raahu<br>(The invisible 'planetary head tail' that<br>Covers up other planets in times of eclipses) , <br>Gracious be Death with his banner of smoke, <br>Graceful the powerful Rudras<br>(The cleansing powers of renewal of cosmos<br>Working on earth through shedding tears) .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gracious be the Rudras, gracious the Vasus<br>(The cosmic providers for new vessels to departed souls) , <br>Gracious the Adityas<br>(The sons of the seer Mother Aditi in whom<br>The gods had their respective individual angles in the One Cosmic Mind<br>Established on the human plane for the first time, <br>Who reincarnate in all mystic seers of power) <br>And Agnis (the embodied incarnations of the fire-god, <br>The divinizing medium between humans and gods) , <br>Gracious to us be the god-like sages, <br>Gracious to us be the Gods and Brhaspati<br>(The ancient guru of the [minds of the] gods, husband of Aditi) .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brahman (balanced vibration of cosmic consciousness) , <br>Prajapati (cosmic fathering spirit who<br>Kindles the fire to his vision of creation) , <br>Dhatr (lit. the giver, the spirit of yielding cosmic nature) , <br>The worlds, the Vedas, the Seven Sages, and the fires, <br>Prepare for me a blessed path! <br>May Indra (the King of Gods) be my refuge, <br>May Brahman be my refuge, <br>May all the Gods be my refuge! <br>May the Gods united be my refuge! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there had been, on the eve of this very same morning, <br>With both planned-for message packages already prepared for their sending, <br>Following Current NewsFlash publicly out, <br>In the media from the north-eastern European country of Finland: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There has been 400 reported incidents of spottings of<br>A fire-ball soaring high through the night sky in the area of Ursa, <br>Somewhere deep in the province of Finland's Northern Bottomland, <br>And there have been several reported incidents of people <br>Finding meteorites scattered about, <br>Especially in the area of a place called Temmel<br>(Which literally translates as 'Battle Field' into English) <br>And there in that area people may expect to find more meteorites<br>Even in their own backyards, <br>So the report, of this cosmic import, went on to say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, the second batch of messages, <br>To complete this report of cosmic impact of <br>Divine coincidings - real heart-felt ones -<br>Note the meaning of the town's name of Finnish Temmel! -<br>Had been part and parcel of eleven in a string of poems, <br>A narrative of great late Ella Wheeler Wilcox', <br>Part of which reads as follows: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">' And blood of warrior, woman and papoose<br>[North-American native infant or younger child], <br>Flow free as waters when some dam breaks loose; <br>Consuming fire, the wanton friend of war<br>(Whom allies worship and whom foes abhor) <br>Now trails her crimson garments through the street, <br>And ruin marks the passing of her feet.<br>Full three-score lodges smoke upon the plain, <br>And all the vale is strewn with bodies of the slain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And those who are not numbered with the dead<br>Before all-conquering Custer now are led.<br>To soothe their woes, and calm their fears he seeks; <br>An Osage guide interprets while he speaks.<br>The vanquished captives, humbled, cowed and spent<br>Read in the victor's eye his kind intent.<br>The modern victor is as kind as brave; <br>His captive is his guest, not his insulted slave. '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then also to-day it had come to happen that<br>The one and only priest in our family's line<br>From my good old late father's side, <br>Father Anton, who the other day passed on at age eighty-six, <br>A charming figure all through his life, <br>Was being buried for his soul's eternal rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">During the whole of this morning's message sending operation<br>To my eight regular message readers from the pacified rim, <br>Fond of Vedic verses and of modern & old poetry, <br>There were earthquake-like irregularities in the sending system itself, <br>That in the end I was yet able to get tackled, <br>so as not to thwart the whole sending of <br>Both the above cited to each of them eight -<br>Annoying erratic automatic double sendings, <br>And the like errors in the telecommunication system -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The affliction of the meteor, spoken of in <br>The verses 'of the day' of the ancient sacred Vedas, as like<br>Pounding on me through alignment of <br>Contents of the message to be sent<br>With a real-time rare event in time and space &<br>Queerness of the signals from the sending system alike -<br>That stand like a friend's remindful lovely tapping on one's shoulders -<br>While at the same time it was to me a last word of good-bye<br>From out of a most high-faring flight of my father's clan's -<br>The Soul of Father Anton may fly high! -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wry giggling smile of Shiva, <br>The divine smile's lip-line drawn slightly across and way over from<br>Where the earth's magnet pole is set on to, too -<br>Right there in the northern portion in the heart of a country, <br>As northern-east as any country on this planet can be - Finland -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shiva, the God of the sensuous fire<br>That moulds all Nature in forms divine, <br>Is known to be stationed in the North, <br>Where also the lingam, his sacred idol is ever pointed to -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As if this smile of Shiva's of cosmic impacts were to say: <br>' The soul stays never, the stages pass; <br>All life is the play of the power that stirs<br>In the dance of my wanton worshippers.<br>And the strong swift river my shrine below<br>It runs, like man, its unending course, <br>To the boundless sea from eternal snow; <br>Mine is the Fountain - and mine the Force<br>That spurs all nature to ceaseless strife; <br>And my image is Death at the gates of Life.<br>In many a legend and many a shape, <br>In the solemn grove and the crowded street, <br>I am the Slayer, whom none escape, <br>I am Death trod under a fair girl's feet; <br>I govern the tides of the sentient sea<br>That ebbs and flows to eternity<br>And the sum of the thought and the knowledge of man<br>Is the secret tale that my emblems tell; <br>Do ye seek God's purpose, or trace his plan? <br>Ye may read your doom in my parable; <br>For the circle of life in its flower and its fall<br>Is the writing that runs on my temple wall. -<br>Let my temples fall, they are dark with age, <br>Let my idols break, they have stood their day; <br>On their deep hewn stones the primeval sage<br>Has figured the spells that endure alway; <br>My presence may vanish from river and grove, <br>But I rule for ever in Death and Love, '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the words of another great late poet, <br>Whose great soul, powerful, just recently had made itself known to me, <br>Having itself sent over through the ether<br>By means perfected only in to-day's coincidentally striking<br>Divine scheme of said cosmic poetical wizardry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>© Erhard Hans Josef Lang<br>Oct.2,2007</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Erhard+Hans+Josef+Lang">Erhard Hans Josef Lang</a><div class=q>
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