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Creation is continuous.

Native American proverbs
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For good and evil, man is a free creative spirit. This produces the very queer world we live in, a world in continuous creation and therefore continuous change and insecurity.

quote by Joyce Cary
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You and I are all as much continuous with the physical universe as a wave is continuous with the ocean.

quote by Alan Watts
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Each of us

Each of us is more than creation, we are embodying more of creations forces in us, creation in creation, vivifying, expending, without overly identifying with its intense passions, as well as expressing the aspects, forces of creation with others in ways empower. We are, more then being the best, we are being here.

poem by Michael Kavuoti
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In the beginning

In the beginning we never knew teardrops,
We were the fashion becoming new,
God's creation brought the raindrops,
And the sky in heaven turned blue.

We only knew the innocence of gender,
Stretched far back into unbending distance,
Beginning our characteristics and behavior,
The experiment brought new science.

Paused in the realm; waiting for life to begin,
Something's in weakness can be strength,
The embryo of transplant intent stood waiting,
To oblige in the steps of unknown spirit.

Jagged thoughts in age more entrenched,
But hopes springs the proposing grace,
Begin the twist of nature on a bizarre road,
With new creation of continuous race.

Cold calculated chaos began misgiving,
In the beginning opulence was lost,
Temptation found refuge surrendering,
To the existence of a pertinent cost.

Creation suffer rejection and abuse,
And took a ride in ungainly pursuit,
To reconstruct the skills once refuse,
But could not make earth a safer retreat.

poem by Gerry Legister
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Waiting For Life To Begin

In the beginning we never knew teardrops,
We were the fashion becoming new,
God’s creation brought the raindrops,
And the sky in heaven turned blue.

We only knew the innocence of gender,
Stretched far back into unbending distance,
Beginning our characteristics and behavior,
The experiment brought new science.

Paused in the realm; waiting for life to begin,
Something’s in weakness can be strength,
The embryo of transplant intent stood waiting,
To oblige in the steps of unknown spirit.

Jagged thoughts in age more entrenched,
But hopes springs the proposing grace,
Begin the twist of nature on a bizarre road,
With new creation of continuous race.

poem by Gerry Legister
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Man Made

Creation of hate
creation of war
creation of the devil
and his merry men

Man made fibres
in the human form

poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Re-creation

Draw a picture of a legend
And a portrait of live person.
Which is more appealing?
Creation and re-creation
That any art performs?
It is re-creation that brings
Intimacy to the art.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love's the Only Thing Worth Dying for

Love's the only thing worth dying for, bleeding for:
From out of the whole world's total comings and goings,
The only commerce can absolve finally the emptiness
All the saints knew this: that to truly live abundantly
One must give oneself over to that slow, flameless burn
Renew the undying heart of love; encompassing holocaust
Then the purified heart becomes a hidden sun
With the fearful power suns contain, secretly within
Which the eternal mind of creation can combust;
Exhaust, the continuous machination of it's universes
Whose very cores ignite, when that unmanifest potential;
Of Love becomes too great, too strong to bear
To be resisted for one more instant out of time
The force borne toward and away from love, unbalanced
Creation's exigency bursts forth into being, out of fullness,
From a single dying exhalation of breath, either side of the fulcrum
Lit by the single fuse of one who once died, blossoming into love.

poem by Patti Masterman
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Part only

Creation yours
Part only what
We perceive
No body has power
To alter to change
To modify to stop
Creation that is
On and on.

Marvellous
And marvellous
Is this creation
The sounds here
The pictures
The water the air
And inhabitants
All are marvellous.

Do not try to understand
This creation
You can not
You only a part
And a part
can not explain
About the whole.

The whole is
The whole.
I am also a
Part and a
Part only.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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0012 Creation?

Creation out of
nothing, nowhere, no-whence?

How much more intriguing
and possible,
even probable,
if Creation came out of
everything, everywhere,
everythere, everywhence..
alltime, allspace, all,

which is after all - or before all -
what we all wish to return to,
enjoy, and be, and know…

scientists, why not meet
philosophers, worshippers,
and poets, where Creation is all
just a great big work of art
made out of forever-love and therefore-law, as
one and all?

poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Beauty of You

The beauty of you in everything I see
From the glowing fire in the skies
Created by you, to warm us and guide us
To the never ending horizon where ocean meets sky

Nothing escapes my eyes in the beauty I see
Silvery calm water, a reflection of peace
Gentle breeze mingling with bird song
A melody of your creation dancing in my heart

Oh God of all creation, from near and far we seek you
Oh God of all of me, from ashes into beauty my life with you
Oh God, Oh God, Oh God of all creation, the now and then
Oh God, Oh God, Oh God of all creation, in You no end

poem by Lisa Finney
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Following the creation concept that creation processes differed from preservation processes, it is suggested that God endowed each created kind, at the time of its creation, with potential for vast variety.

quote by Walter Lang
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Love Poem

Yours is the face that the earth turns to me,
Continuous beyond its human features lie
The mountain forms that rest against the sky.
With your eyes, the reflecting rainbow, the sun's light
Sees me; forest and flower, bird and beast
Know and hold me forever in the world's thought,
Creation's deep untroubled retrospect.

When your hand touches mine it is the earth
That takes me--the green grass,
And rocks and rivers; the green graves,
And children still unborn, and ancestors,
In love passed down from hand to hand from God.
Your love comes from the creation of the world,
From those paternal fingers, streaming through the clouds
That break with light the surface of the sea.

Here, where I trace your body with my hand,
Love's presence has no end;
For these, your arms that hold me, are the world's.
In us, the continents, clouds and oceans meet
Our arbitrary selves, extensive with the night,
Lost, in the heart's worship, and the body's sleep.

poem by Kathleen Jessie Raine
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The electroencephalogram represents a continuous curve with continuous oscillations in which... one can distinguish larger first order waves with an average duration of 90 milliseconds and smaller second order waves of an average duration of 35 milliseconds.

quote by Hans Berger
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Ignoring Creation’s Witness

Look about you, what do you see, creation about us abundantly,
From the sky above, to the ground, God’s Creation is all around;
From the grass plush and green, to blue sky above every scene,
God’s Creation all about the earth, is evidence of Creation’s birth.

When God spoke, it had begun; creating this world, with His Son,
As God continued for six days, with all Creation, to God’s Praise;
Saying, as God capped His Plan, in Our Image, let us create man,
Finishing Creation with His best, on day seven He then would rest.

Now with Creation set in place, it continues this day by His Grace,
While producing all kinds of life, to be sustained by Jesus Christ;
Nature from God pleasing to the eye, from the ground to the sky,
Birds, animals and vegetation, all produced within God’s Creation.

Nothing at all, has evolved, except minds, which haven’t resolved,
What to do with all God’s Truth, to validate a theory with no proof,
With an evolving, darkened mind, they leave logical Truths behind,
Deceiving, while being deceived, God’s Truth, they never believed.

But, even if God, these men refuse, all men will be without excuse,
Whatever theory these men claim, they’ll hang their head in shame,
For our Creator won’t be mocked, and they’ll be eternally shocked,
As they depart from His Majesty, to enter a darker, eternal destiny.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Waxen Figures

Greasy normally solid of form
wax cold wax grey still lifeless.
Grey lifeless dead wax
though strangely sentient.

Waxen figures grouped
on mirror window’s ledge.
Light is dim flickering
in mesmerizing flame
voices husky superimposed
over crackle creaking rain.
Semi-transparent grey ghosts
undulating by light of candle flame.

Wax cold wax grey still lifeless
cold wax warm wax blistering hot
a burning nova in cosmic creation.
Wick like a vein the soul within you.
Waxen figures my hand shaped and fed
devoid of life where is inherent meaning.
Strike a match instantaneous in friction ignite
how can match give, this sharp golden light?

Breathe life into figures
figures move transformed,
to a crisp white frost through
radiant warmth of an inner sun.
My nostrils quiver, a smell
obscure but heavy hangs in air.
Beyond comprehension untouchable
like smoke it spews forth
a continuous gently wavering stream
so faint it is barely there.
Is this the smell of creation?

Creation on a lesser scale
creation none the less.
Glorious in its wonder.
Independent of me from birth
figures walk through dimensions
beyond existence,
still I catch a glimpse
of multiplied universal wonder
figures glide serenely through.
Seen and unseen by me.

So many different worlds
so many different signs
on elastic edge of understanding
play before my plasmatic mind.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Inspiration is not the exclusive privilege of poets or artists. There is, there has been, there will always be a certain group of people whom inspiration visits. It's made up of all those who've consciously chosen their calling and do their job with love and imagination. It may include doctors, teachers, gardeners — I could list a hundred more professions. Their work becomes one continuous adventure as long as they manage to keep discovering new challenges in it. Difficulties and setbacks never quell their curiosity. A swarm of new questions emerges from every problem that they solve. Whatever inspiration is, it's born from a continuous "I don't know."

quote by Wislawa Szymborska
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O For A Lodge

'O for a Lodge in some vast wilderness,'
A man cryed out in his distress,
For he was tired and sick of life,
And weary of this worldly strife,
And longed for to be far away
From the continuous daily fray.

But the fond partner of his life,
His own dearest, loving wife,
Those sentiments did not admire,
For fiercely they did rouse her ire.
Said she. ' I'll never let you budge,
To go and join another Lodge;
Your Lodges take six nights each week,
And still another Lodge you seek-
For your whole time they soon will steal,
You won't get home even to a meal,
Continuous abroad you'll roam,
And never enter your own home.'

poem by James McIntyre
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Part of It All

i am only
a part
of creation

this body
i am in
i am only
a part of it

the rest
i really dont
know what's
going on

i am
you know
only part
of creation

if creation
would give
mouths
to the grass

every blade
in the field
would decry too
'we own only
part of each other'
the rest, only
heaven knows.'

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Continuous Is The Flowing

So vast is a Universe.
Where flights of fancy are condoned.
And taken undisturbed...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.

Free of words spoken,
To utter descriptions of what is seen...
That may come to hinder one's voyage,
With a seeking of definitions...
One will never find on lips to depict the unknown.

Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
Manifesting a peaceful and pleasing birth of a journey.
Continuous is the flowing that grows.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
And manifesting without a need for validation,
Is this creativity which is never at rest.
Nor is there a time capable enough...
To give to it to satisfy its completion.