The Divine Light is always in man, presenting itself to the senses and to the comprehension, but man rejects it.
quote by Giordano Bruno
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He who rejects change is the architect of decay. The only human institution which rejects progress is the cemetery.
quote by Harold Wilson
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Presenting statues of honor to reporters for covering an earthquake is like presenting a first prize to a doctor for performing surgery.
quote by Phil Donahue
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Owner’s Attitude
we didn’t like
this owner’s attitude
too much hubris
insecure owner
can slice us up
blood sweat plus
but our true work
honour integrity
professionalism
it can never be owned
appreciated or stolen
remains source soul us
presenting us
through a narrow
artistic focus
praise favour
given as earned
slander stolen
we are weighed
by feather touch
compassion soul
fear strikes rage
power steals positions
dark souls rage
at choice best
choose submissions
affirming life
owner rejects
or chooses
simple choices
light
darkness
life
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Oakland clubhouse is a wonderful place. A lot of these guys feel like rejects. They were rejects and they feel - they can tell you how baseball screwed up.
quote by Michael Lewis
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Eight senses
(poetry in progress)
the world starts out
with a consciousness
half a consciousness
then one consciousness
then they morph with one sense,
ask the mountain
they stand and stand until the
volcanoes start to throw them out
then two senses, ask the trees
and the shrubs criss crossing
with your paths in the field
they stand and stand, take
the sunshine and make green
a colour for continuous evolution
their only shortcoming is their
two sense world, they stand and stand
a state of being, a state of living
and that's all
the three senses, the four senses
and the five senses, the human beings
they cry to God to let them
have eternal life
but what ever that's for
without the sixth, seventh, or eight sense
unveiled to them
sixth, the sense to connect the past
with the future
the seventh, the sense to connect
the future with the million of consciousness
clarmouring for the eight senses
to be with the ultimate, the Om,
the Divine where all senses
come together with one Supreme
consciousnes, amalgamation of
senses where knowledge springs forth
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Light of Hinduism
hinduism, you either walk
straight to the devil
or the Great Divine
you pass through a plethora of
gods and goddesses
before you sample the gem of its
teachings
between the verses
a net to sieve the devils
and demons
from the enlightened ones
who look beyond rituals
and care to prod, ask,
ask the divine of the divine
seek the light of light
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Lifes Projection
Inside an individual's life is a projection
of their life story, created from the Lamp of Divine light.
This Divine Light, focused, condensed, into a strong beam
projecting the ongoing life story of the individual.
This beam of Divine Light shines through the shutter
of moments connected by consciousness.
Consciousness acts like film, where the life story of the individual is experienced, acted on, and stored. The shutter of moments lets the Divine Light through because each moment is in the right position.
poem by Bullion Grey
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Presenting yourself
Presenting yourself
In all poems
And directing me
To write
This and that
Calling these fine
You made me great.
Living in this earth
I'm thankful to you
I'm just an instrument
In your hand
I'm getting self respect
Honour with family
Kith and kins
Friends and well-wishers
You appreciate me
And you made me great.
Presenting yourself
In everything and
Doing everything
Only for me
You made me great
Thanks and it is
I know not sufficient.
I'm nothing
You are really great.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Sonnet: The Road to Heaven is Quite Easy for the Righteous!
The righteous souls have God as friend and guide;
He clears the hurdles coming on their way;
There is no fear for them with God beside;
Much skillfully, He holds devils at bay.
Faith drives the upright souls towards Heaven;
Their eyes discern the dangers lurking them;
They do their duty in time God-given;
God will reward them with His diadem.
God helps them reach their destination right;
There is no turning back when God directs;
God is the beckoning force and divine light;
Man’s earthly whims and fancies, God rejects.
Their road to Heaven isn’t so difficult;
The grace of God becomes their catapult!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-1-2006
poem by John Celes
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Alankar(Decor) -75
Hail To Thee Shanmukha -(Chain Verse)
Chain Verse is composed in one of three ways:
1 Chain Verse is composed
with the last word or syllable of one line repeated
in the beginning of the next line.
2 Chain Verse can be stanzaic, most often written in any number of quatrains
but any stanza form will do, linked by repeating the last word of a stanza
as the first word of the next stanza.
The repetition of a word from one Verse
or stanza to the next creates a chain-like link.
3 Chain Verse can be written
with the last line of the stanza repeated
as the first line of the next stanza.
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Hail To Thee Shanmukha
Eyes open still blind
Blindly desiring transience
Transiently fallen into nescience
Nescient mind footing on
Onwith the five senses gowned
Gowned into a devilkin.
Devilkin of slighted senses
Senselessy tones down the man
Maneuvering to vicious listen, sight and taste
Tasting venomous touch and puff
Puffed up with sins.oh, lo!
Low in a chasm of sickly fear.
Fear-stricken, panic and punished
Punishment in murk dreadful
Fully the man, off his sixth sense
Sensible now does he cry heart out
Outburst much felt is heard
Heard by Thee Shanmukha, saviour of senses.
Senses six embodied Shanmukha, by Thou heads
Headed off this man by himself misled
Leader Thee! kindly reclaim his virtue
virtuously as Thee did Arunagiri
Girishwar, gyre, gyre.Erase evil; implant good
Good-heartedly invoke human senses.
Senses alive be them in Thy bliss
Blissfully be them in Thy elation
Elated are we at Thy sight
Sightful six faces, twelve hands
Hands full of boons all time conferring
Conferred are we to extole Thy presence
'Presenting one face wisdom, the second dispassion
Passionately the third strength, the fourth wealth
Wealthily the fifth powers divine
Devout balance the sixth to our minds'
Mind-blowing, Thee riding the peacock envisioned
Visual so spectacular, a twelve-handed Saviour!
Saviour, Shanmukha! hail to Thee! praises!
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Which is chaste?
My eyes are sharper than swords.
Your attention was held.
My words are sharper than eyes.
Your heart was won.
My pen is sharper than words.
Your senses struggle.
Is my sharpest weapon blunt
‘Cause your senses are strong?
No, your senses are iron sheathed.
Else, your senses are the weakest.
The senses shown can be visible.
Hence you dread to show.
The shown heart, who knows?
Hence, you dare to concede.
Heart, more precious, is given.
Yet you guard your senses.
Throne is lost; sword is guarded.
War is lost; battle is waged.
Kings are friendly; subjects only war.
Heart is given; senses are withheld.
Visibly chaste; Invisibly what?
13.06.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Screen The Sufferings
With the senses you know the world.
The senses awake, you're aware.
The unbridled senses lead to lust.
The sensory objects induce greed.
With the mind you build ambition
And ignore the path to attain.
With the ego you feel importance
And want at any cost to achieve.
Senses, mind and ego reined,
Suffering is screened.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You Came To My Senses
I picture you on the beach
Lying in the sand
Out of reach of my trembling hands
I picture you in a car
Blonde hair in the wind
I picture you in my arms
And the touch of your skin
The smile on your face
The way that you taste
(chorus)
You come to my senses
Every time I close my eyes
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
I cant stop this ache inside
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
Driving home in the cold
January rain
Ive got to find my way out of this pain
I reached for you in the night
I dreamed of your kiss
I woke before it got light
With your name on my lips
Alone in my bed
Your voice in my head
(chorus)
I picture you in my arms
And the touch of your skin
The smile on your face
The way that you taste
You come to my senses
Every time I close my eyes
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
I cant stop this ache inside
Oh, I have no defenses
You come to my senses
Ah...
song performed by by Chicago
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You Come To My Senses
I picture you on the beach
Lying in the sand
Out of reach of my trembling hands
I picture you in a car
Blonde hair in the wind
I picture you in my arms
And the touch of your skin
The smile on your face
The way that you taste
(chorus)
You come to my senses
Every time i close my eyes
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
I can't stop this ache inside
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
Driving home in the cold
January rain
I've got to find my way out of this pain
I reached for you in the night
I dreamed of your kiss
I woke before it got light
With your name on my lips
Alone in my bed
Your voice in my head
(chorus)
I picture you in my arms
And the touch of your skin
The smile on your face
The way that you taste
You come to my senses
Every time i close my eyes
I have no defenses
You come to my senses
I can't stop this ache inside
Oh, i have no defenses
You come to my senses
Ah...
song performed by by Chicago
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Still Wood
A raven nearby
Non breezed
In the morning light.
Buds unfolding
Forming beauty.
Spring touching the wood
In solitude and silence.
Presenting the Creator
Of it all....
poem by Liam ó Comáin
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When she passes, a sovereign beauty which I adore
When she passes, a sovereign beauty which I adore
A world witness how worthy of every wonder praised
The light that has kindled the heavenly ore
Oh my frail spirit by her from baseness raised
And being in vicinity of her huge brightness dazed
Other women I can no longer endure to view
But gazing still on her, I stand amazed
At wondrous sight of such divine hue
And ever when my tongue would speak of her commanding due
It choked and turn to stone with thoughts of astonishment
I wrote her some times her titles true
My pen ravished with fancy's wonderment
Then in my heart both when speak or write
She, the wonder that my comprehension cannot indite
Burn Into New Awareness Awakenings
stars whisper secret words
into night search soul depths
myriads myriads burn stars
all speaking at once
cosmic conversations
overwhelm senses
all speaking souls at once
whisper cosmic conversations
overwhelm clay cast senses
listen listen my mystic soul
arise up through star gates
speak with far blazing suns
speak with earth biological soul
earth alive nurtures sown one great soul
each human soul but a single cell
each cell destined to evolve
to evolve into spiritual awakenings
universe sings creation songs
earth bound souls three dimensions
bound must rise up through creations
comprehension layers to awakenings
burn souls burn off impurities
burn into new awareness awakenings
burn into perfected light realms
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Her Laugh Divine
Ah, her laughter known to many
Though they know not what it is
to hear it by the innocent suitor
Happiness never known before
Till she laughs in her tone
the tone of her laugh divine
It's the tone of the lovers happy in life
it's the tone of the angel who passed from mankind
It's the tone of nature in the fall and the spring
It's the tone of perfection known only to those
who's heard her laugh divine
If only but a light chuckle
if only a quiet laugh
if only heard but a moment
joy for life obtained
the joyous feeling of her laugh divine
It's the joy of those engaged to be wed
it's the joy of a life once saved
it's the joy of the parents of a newborn babe
it's the joy of the men knowing the light
it's the joy of her laugh divine
So this is the feeling
nearly an obsession
this is the feeling of love
the love known to those
those only who's heard
Who's heard her laugh divine.
Ready comprehension is often a knee-jerk response and the most dangerous form of understanding. It blinks an opaque screen over your ablility to learn. The judgemental precedents of law function that way, littering your path with dead ends. Be warned. Understand nothing. All comprehension is temporary.
Frank Herbert in Chapterhouse Dune
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Purity of speech, of the mind, of the senses, and of a compassionate heart are needed by one who desires to rise to the divine platform.