It is only the consciousness of a nonexistence which allows us to realize for moments that we are living.
quote by Max Frisch
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You are a point of consciousness within multiple fields of consciousness that interpenetrate each other: A multi-dimentional being within a multi-dimensional Universe. When you realize the unity of all these fields of consciousness you share life with, you partake in conscious communion.
Alexis Karpouzos in Cosmology, philosophy and physics (15 October 2014)
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Those Special Moments
If only we could keep
those moments from slippin' away,
grab hold of them and cherish them
and try to make them stay.
But moments like those so often
are hard to hold onto.
They slip right through your fingers
no matter what you do.
You can think about it, talk about it
and remember it for a while.
Then as time keeps rushing away
what's left is just a smile.
The smile that brings those moments back
as if they were happening now.
And those moments that happened long ago
come alive somehow.
And you realize just a glimpse of them
awakens how you feel.
It takes you back to those moments
that time can never steal.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Irony Of Nonexistence
Nonexistence flows from what is unpronounced,
the dried source of a watershed,
cisternal spaces in the head,
the prey at which no cat of Schrödinger has pounced.
Irony, the only way to coexist
with non-existence deconstructed,
like texts when reason is deducted,
is like frog prince that is begging to be kissed
Christopher Lehmann-Haupt reviews “For Common things: Irony, Trust and Commitment in America Today” (Alfred A. Knopf) by the 25 year old West Virginian, Jedediah Purdy. Purdy argues that irony such as that personified by Jerry Seinfeld, harms 'common things, ' by which he means all that is public, shared and ordinary. Thomas Carlyle wrote in 'Sartor Resartus': 'An ironic man, with his sly stillness and ambuscading ways, may be viewed as a pest to society.' The epigraph to his book comes from Czeslaw Milosz: 'What is unpronounced tends to nonexistence.'
I copy below the 9/9/99 Vorlage of this poem:
NONEXISTENCE
Nonexistence flows from what is unpronounced,
the dried source of a watershed,
cisternal spaces in the head,
the prey at which no cat has pounced.
9/9/99,11/8/09
poem by Gershon Hepner
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It's Your Life
It's up to you
What you can do
You're left with all your choices
You're in the clear
Another beer
Will quiet all the voices
But its your life
and i certainly wouldn telly ou what to do
But youre living like you havent got a clue
But its your life
And i realize youre living out your dreams
But the end just might be closer than it seems
I know just what you think
You're on the brink of being someone
Close to the top but will you flop
cuz you forgot where you came from
Ih ope you realize that its gone soon
Who's gonna love you if you hate yourself
But its your life
and i certainly wouldn telly ou what to do
But youre living like you havent got a clue
But its your life
And i realize youre living out your dreams
But the end just might be closer than it seems
If I would have known
What i know today
I guess i wouldnt have it
Any other way
But its your life
and i certainly wouldn telly ou what to do
But youre living like you havent got a clue
But its your life
And i realize youre living out your dreams
But the end just might be closer than it seems
song performed by by Goldfinger
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Our normal waking consciousness, rational consciousness as we call it, is but one special type of consciousness, whilst all about it, parted from it by the filmiest of screens, there lie potential forms of consciousness entirely different.
quote by William James
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Reborn Everyday
You die each and everyday
to be reborn in every single way.
For you never really die
you just change forms of choice
it is your conscious doing of course.
You are consciousness, joy and bliss
that is what they say I tell you this.
So look at dying as a transition
it happens all the time in consciousness
so realize it's full admission.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 20,2012
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Plants Dream
If everything has a consciousness and a soul,
than plants dream wouldn’t you know.
But of course they have no eyes,
but in other systems they use other means to realize.
Of course you believe that your dog does dream,
because he has a brain and moves with muscles so lean.
What is this other state of consciousness that we talk of?
The dream world that we visit in another dimensions?
Now if we are all a part of the matrix,
then we can visit anyone that does exist.
But of course we use symbolism to understand,
so we wouldn’t really recognize anyone from another land.
So if it’s true about the plants,
we don’t need a body to dream of or even chant?
Well, I think my gecko friend does dream,
he heard me telepathically so he has a wave of consciousness stream.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Mother Nature
the day we lay to rest
our beloved slave
with our know how
and free him once
and for all from
all the cruelties
we have subjected him to
the slave who has been
crying day and night
begging for the meaning
of his existence
we would be
able to spare
our consciousness
the privilege to be
stars and moons
heavenly bodies
within this
consciousness
the living and the
non living would carry
on our systems
the intelligent ones would start
calling us 'Mother Nature'
from there, would start
another cycle to liberate slaves
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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One’s potentials
Intuition springs from super consciousness.
Sixth sense is the act of consciousness.
Libido is stored in sub consciousness.
They are dormant in unconsciousness.
All the three types of consciousness are
Present in one at variant degrees.
Accordingly, potentials differ
And influence a man’s personality.
16.12.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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I Can't Realize
I realize buds, flowers and their blooming
in the gardens of earth;
Only I can't realize their falling down from trees.
I realize clouds, rain and the sweet soft sound of its fall;
Only I can't realize the thunder.
Rivers, fields, oceans, forests, hills, mountains—
I realize them all;
Only I can't realize the deserts.
I realize fish, shark, deer and bright striped tiger;
Only I can't realize a shark beside a fish and a tiger
beside a deer.
I realize life,
many turns of life I realize very clearly;
Only the ice-cold death I can't realize any way.
poem by Sayeed Abubakar
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Psychologically experienced consciousness is therefore no longer pure consciousness; construed Objectively in this way, consciousness itself becomes something transcendent, becomes an event in that spatial world which appears, by virtue of consciousness, to be transcendent.
quote by Edmund Husserl
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Researching of Your Rebirth
None of it has been rehearsed.
The researching of your rebirth.
Every detail of it has been lived.
And moments of it,
You had felt neglected and cursed.
No steps first awakened,
Came with ease.
No temptation tasted,
Lasted to please.
Few you met...
Had souls complete,
Of truth and honesty.
Although you held onto the myth...
Everyone you knew,
Was born with a goodness,
To free joy and happiness...
Within them existed
None of it has been rehearsed.
The researching of your rebirth.
Every detail of it has been lived.
And moments of it,
You had felt neglected and cursed.
From the moment of your first birth.
Now on a path of enlightenment.
Accepting reality as it is meant.
Freed from beliefs that decreased as you grew.
Comprehending this,
Increased your higher consciousness.
And you realize the clarity before your eyes.
None of it has been rehearsed.
The researching of your rebirth.
Every detail of it has been lived.
And moments of it,
You had felt neglected and cursed.
But what has been revealed...
At first may hurt.
Until acceptance heals!
To allow the growth from a stunting to bloom!
Waiting for you to decide to give it room...
To rise above and beyond,
Limitations of despair that keeps one teased.
Dedicated:
In honor to Maurice D. Robertson
who celebrates his continual 'rebirthing'
October 7th
'Happy (re) Birthday, Maurice.
'JazzBo'. lol
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To realize the value
To realize the value of a sister ask someone who doesn't have one...To realize the value of ten years ask a newly divorced couple... To realize the value of four years ask a graduate...To realize the value of one year ask a student who has failed the final exam...To realize the value of nine months who gave birth to a still born...To realize the value of one week ask an editor of a weekly newspaper...To realize the value of one minute ask a person who has missed the train, bus, or plane...To realize the value of one second ask a person who has survived an accident...time waits for no one, treasure it even more when you share it with someone special...To realize the value of a friend or family member >Lose One...
poem by Jessica Cheng
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The Cool Living Waters
the cool living waters of spring
plunge in like a hot rod wanting pacification
flames of fire
cinders of desire
let us be calm and swim in the cool living waters
of divinity
nude we realize there is shame and we stand
and take the clothes of morality
then we rest under the cool shades of green trees
beside the brook
the winds from the mountains refresh what dimples we have
and we reflect upon the words of God
time moves and stays a while and this evil of boredom comes
idle moments craving for more
and then we stand and play under the sun
we run, we play, we sweat and those that watch us
begin to think
that we are sinners on the loose
cool living waters i ask
bathe and wash all their dirty minds
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Waving to moments passing by
Moments happy moments
people think about them
people write about them
people talk about them
people hope about them
I see moments
lots of moments
but I wave to my moments
as they pass me by...
My life is a ship
on an Ocean deep
passing by is the ship 'Could've been'
it holds all my moments in its keep
I stand on my lifes deck
waving to moments till they're just a speck
Moments happy moments
people live them
people grab them
people make them
people savour them
but I wave to my moments
as they pass me by...
Goodbye 'Could've been'
Goodbye moments...
poem by Michelle Melody
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I Am Consciousness
I am consciousness, existences and bliss.
Hold the light for everyone you do insist.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless the people you have on your list.
I am consciousness, existence bliss,
think a good thought to those that are missed.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless those you wouldn’t even kiss.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
heal relationships where anger exists.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless those you cherish.
Written By Christina Sunrise on February 4,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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In Sadness Tears May Guide Us
in sadness tears may befriend us
happy memories may guide us
back into myriads of love moments
moments when we were nurtured in love
moments when we were embraced in love
moments when we were shaped in love
such moments are safe inside us
such moments will navigate guide us
such moments are strength within us
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Much a Do About Nothing
Too much time to wait
Too much nonsense to talk
Do we realize?
We much a do about nothing
Too many thought for trivial thing
Too much pride for simple matter
Will we realize?
We much a do about nothing
Too much hatred in watching
Too much angst in reading
Could we realize?
We much a do about nothing
Too much energy to laugh
Too much bitterness to share
Though we realize
We much a do about nothing
Too many advices to keep the health
Too many rules to guide our life
And then we realize
We much a do about nothing
Too many strategies to win the battle
Too much work to pay the bill
But we realize
We much a do about nothing
Too much emotion to reason failure
Too many questions to prove loyalty
When we realize
We much a do about nothing
Too much formality for an action
Too many lies for denial
So we realize
We much a do about nothing
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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I Like Being Lonely
i like being lonely
because everytime i'll be alone
i can see you
like dreaming in vain
no one can realize
how i feel when i'am alone
lonely is such a word
can't express by words
now i realize being lonely
is not being safe
lonelliness means
crying and loving in silence
no one know's how lonely I
now living without you
without any reason
without any trace of living
sad to say i'am still loving you
but how can i say that to you
if i don't know were are you
still saying gudbye
...^_^...
poem by John Jhester Villazor
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