The essence of the spirit is space, there is nothing it holds to in the end.
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The Gathering
There was a gathering of time
in odd spaces.
There was a gathering of spaces
seeking my time, your time, our time.
There was a gathering of the Saving Graces
which bid us to lie down with peace
to bloom in time and space.
This was a gathering of hopes and dreams
in a space, in a time
with an individualized saving grace.
In gathering it seems-
if we come with only our individual sense
of time, space and grace-
we will have not gathered at all
and will have only succumbed to Sweet Ironic Irony.
'Place then' he said
'your eyes upon the Sun
and know that life is such that
sometimes you must be the moon.
'Place then' he said' your hand
knowing your space
sometimes
in life
must be our space or no space at all.'
'How' we all said
'is this trick to be done? '
He said 'no trick. It is the essence of all things
not only to change
but to be in essence
more than one thing;
even to be more than two
at the same time.'
'That is why' he said
uplifting his arm
'we can think two different,
even contradictory things
at the same time.
This is not artifact
but essence.
This is nature-
not mistake.
Who I am;
Who are we
is the same query
and the answer is for both:
both are we
and each is I
for all is multiples;
and Revelation;
there is no
Universal Rule
of Consistency;
we live in multiple multiplicities.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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What Birds Plunge Through Is Not The Intimate Space
What birds plunge through is not the intimate space,
in which you see all Forms intensified.
(In the Open, denied, you would lose yourself,
would disappear into that vastness.)
Space reaches from us and translates Things:
to become the very essence of a tree,
throw inner space around it, from that space
that lives in you. Encircle it with restraint.
It has no limits. For the first time, shaped
in your renouncing, it becomes fully tree.
Submitted and Translated by Gabriel Caffrey
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Primal Death
Space
Time
Space
Travel
Raining
Ai ming
Space
Time
Space
Expanding
Un iting
Increasing
Space
Time
Space
Sweeping
Restraining
Stretching
Space
Time
Space
Wrestling
Throwing
Throwi ng up
Space
Time
Space
Falling
Sinkin g
Overturning
Space
Time
Space
Whi rling
Space
Time
Space
Disturbing
Space
Time
Space
Whirring
Space
Ti me Space
Erring at
Nothing
poem by August Stramm
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Space Travel Made Easy
Just think;
Space travel without a space suit or spacecraft!
Not possible?
Think again!
There is no need for physical form when spirit is set free
Spirit is pure consciousness that is impervious to hot or cold
Spirit has no need to breathe, eat or drink
Spirit can travel anywhere instantly
Want to know how the sun works?
You can go to the sun’s surface by sheer intention
Yes, anywhere is not only possible but practicable
So how do you separate spirit from your body?
Firstly your ego must be bound and gagged
Then meditate to still the doubting mind
In time you remember how to leave your body
Next you will yourself free of physical form
On Earth;
Release of form is the only freedom possible
Freedom is the launching pad for your spirit
An unencumbered spirit knows all there is to know,
And absolute freedom makes everything possible
Now there is only one question left to ask
What star in the Cosmos do I want to visit?
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Lament of the Unenlightened
Oh twinkling fiery star so bright
You've lent your spirit to the night
From the grandeur of your presence
Time and space acquired its essence
But man, you have been so trifling
Since your birth you have been dying
Normally, three score is your fling
Always a dusty underling.
What great designs you fill?
Which happenstance is very nil?
And when your scene is fully played
Beneath these stars you will be laid.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: I
Breathing: you invisible poem! Complete
interchange of our own
essence with world-space. You counterweight
in which I rythmically happen.
Single wave-motion whose
gradual sea I am:
you, most inclusive of all our possible seas-
space has grown warm.
How many regions in space have already been
inside me. There are winds that seem like
my wandering son.
Do you recognize me, air, full of places I once absorbed?
You who were the smooth bark,
roundness, and leaf of my words.
Translated by Stephen Mitchell
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Beautiful Sayings
Sayings are beautiful when constructed by force,
Your saying is powerful when too sweet;
Victory must have you now,
Like essence and knowledge
Creates space with a so-called vacuum.
You say much, but say little;
More beauty is nested with supreme joy.
The space I instill in the hearts of the mischief
Is made from ideas and juice to swamp a clown.
poem by Naveed Akram
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To Astronomers
Prate not to me so much of suns and of nebulous bodies;
Think ye Nature but great, in that she gives thee to count?
Though your object may be the sublimest that space holds within it,
Yet, my good friends, the sublime dwells not in the regions of space.
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex
Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex,
For her strength alone can please the mighty hero!
What's the use of this manliness, friend,
When it is of no use to the lord at all?
Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex!
A man might attain the ultimate release,
If he sticks to the path of virtue,
But to indulge in the scrumptious joys of pretended anger
And the lord pleading to make up and other such games,
You simply have to be a woman!
Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex!
For her strength can please the mighty hero!
Even the gods like Indra and the great sages
Revere the very dust of gopis' feet,
Considering themselves lesser than the gopis
As they find their manhood insipid!
Essence of essence the birth of the weaker sex,
For her strength can please the mighty hero!
Woman, the treasure trove of fortune
Experiences and enjoys all day and night
The very nectar, the Vedas and the Scriptures
Struggle to express!
Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex!
Let my dreams come true
My dark one, my lifter of the mountain, life of my life!
For just like the master dragging the meek beast
The leash of love draws Narsinh!
Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex,
For her strength can please the mighty hero!
poem by Narsinh Mehta
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An Earth`s Spirit
Around Earth are light and people`s thoughts
They fill a spirit keeps the planet`s mind.
It looks at us, of love and wisdom knots,
When we try them in our breast to find.
His eyes are sky and all eternal space,
His lips are song of warm and gold sun.
When we see stars, we look at spirit`s face
And always on the wing of justice run.
He holds the planet in a hopeful hand,
His feeling sees the past and present time,
He prays for us, we should not reach the end,
And if we do, he judges our crime.
He is a mentor for each lyric child,
He gives the muse, unusual world view.
He makes us clean, profound, clever, mild,
He makes us love and of its ways crew.
poem by Ekaterina Polischuk
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Song. Written On A Blank Page In Beaumont And Fletcher's Works
1.
Spirit here that reignest!
Spirit here that painest!
Spirit here that burneth!
Spirit here that mourneth!
Spirit! I bow
My forehead low,
Enshaded with thy pinions!
Spirit! I look
All passion struck,
Into thy pale dominions!
2.
Spirit here that laughest!
Spirit here that quaffest!
Spirit here that danceth!
Spirit here that pranceth!
Spirit! with thee
I join in the glee,
While nudging the elbow of Momus!
Spirit! I flush
With a Bacchanal blush,
Just fresh from the banquet of Comus!
poem by John Keats
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No One Can Stop Us To Write
and they must know the reason why,
simple enough
we are writers and our essence is to write
for writing's sake
nothing aimed nothing gained nothing lost
we write because we are here
and we are here because we write
we write because if we do not
we no longer become ourselves
we lose our salt we become just like any
flesh, rotten, infected with bacteria
foul, and finally become just dust
on the corner of the road
we write and we keep on writing
because we are
we do not need the praise
or the condemnation
we do not need an audience
or an empty space
we write because we are
that is our essence and no one can stop us
except perhaps when the word is gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let me go over this again on the reclaiming the civil rights movement. People of faith that believe that you have an equal right to justice - that is the essence. And if it's not the essence, then we've been sold a pack of lies. The essence is everyone deserves a shot - the content of character, not the color of skin.
quote by Glenn Beck
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Creation
The impulse of all love is to create.
God was so full of love, in his embrace
He clasped the empty nothingness of space,
And low! the solar system! High in state
The mighty sun sat, so supreme and great
With this same essence, one smile of its face
Brought myriad forms of life forth; race on race,
From insects up to men.
Through love, not hate,
All that is grand in nature or in art
Sprang into being. He who would build sublime
And lasting works, to stand the test of time,
Must inspiration draw from his full heart.
And he who loveth widely, well, and much,
The secret holds of the true master touch.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Substance must emanate from spirit and is nothing else than the record of the spirit's conception of itself finding expression in space and time.
quote by Paul Twitchell
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River Starvation
I have starved my stomach for six weeks
For six weeks I have only craved water
Searching for absent soul at the bottom of the glass
I pretend the water forms a river that carves its way through my body
Making creeks in my spirit
Making pools in the gaps of my morals
This river holds the water of the West
It holds the water of the West which I have never seen
It holds the water of the West which I have never seen.
poem by Laura Kiernan
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Exploration is really the essence of the human spirit.
quote by Frank Borman
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Time and Space
Just past the ordinary,
The road becomes obscure
where space defies
Three dimensions
And time surpasses four...
My presence is an illusion
Constructed by the eyes
To make my person visible
While I remain inside...
Energy That is transparent
Creates change with response,
Elicited from the living,
Dialogue of the spirit...
Transformation bears momentum,
Focusing for a while,
Lingering on something
Made substantial
In the spotlight...
Then, flickering in memory
After the light has passed,
Conviction throughout existence
Stays the essence of a goal...
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Life is the expression of the desire of the soul to manifest and to share what it uniquely perceives and feels. Columbus's essence is deep in discovery
Buddha is the essence of wisdom, the triumph of wisdom
Christ is the essence of love, the essence of wisdom, the triumph of love, the triumph of love.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Poem about Poetry - essence of a good poem
essence of a poem
you find it in the white space
between the written words
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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