Part of keeping space open is not to try to choose a form - to spend more time thinking about content, and let form take care of itself.
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Coward
I'm in this form having
walls and ceilings
well constructed.I'm
a thinking form.I'm
the keeper of
my own idea.I'm
in this cave of
my conscience.I'm
in the solitude of
self, where only
forming forms of dreams
coexist with me.I'm
in the shadow of
my form.I'm the keeper
of everything I am and
everything I have, but
I cannot fight against
this coward that lives
inside of me, when I
need to open this door
of self in order to throw out
everything is useless and
to save the meaning of
the things I have to keep.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Think! Life is that Energy plant!
The eternal dance of Energy,
That can neither be created nor be destroyed,
Only enjoys its own dance!
One type of Energy to appear
and equivalent amount has to disappear!
Or if one energy disappear,
It appear in another form!
If one has to live, need energy in one form,
converting it to another form
Body is that dynamic system,
Which Consumes one form of it one form of Energy
To covert into another!
Body is that device that consumes
One form of matter to another form
Oxygen into carbon dioxide,
And then the carbohydrates,
Proteins, lipids, neucleotides and minerals,
Continuous conversion of one form
to another is that life!
For what purpose energy dances
Here on the stage of
universe?
Just think and just think, think,
who is thinking for what?
It is that consciousness that thinks? ..
And unconscious is watching and noting,
And what is the use of this dance,
When sum total of all energies is constant,
What is the use of converting, one form of Energy into another form,
What is that useful energy
Used as useful work?
Yes there is that greatest scientist
Behind all devices, the conversion engines,
Silently gathering information of own,
Converting that Unconscious part to consciousness,
Then gathering data to analyse and finally construct the powerful device,
Updating constantly,
Everythought, every information,
And the purpose of the dance may be,
Conversion of useless thoughts useful ones,
Think, think, who's thinking
Think think, why are you thinking,
Think, think, why are we living,
Think, think how to think,
To covert that useful,
yet laying useless,
Unconscious part of your own,
To bring forth as usefull to you and all,
Including that divine purpose of knowing more than enjoying more!
Think think, and think
you are the C.E.O.
your own energy conversion plant
How to improve efficiency,
To convert more and more
Useless things to useful, or useful to useless,
Any way you are here till that day
Of your retirement, friends and relatives only
Arrange send off party in absence of you!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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One of the aspects of form that I have been very interested in is stasis - the concept of form which is not so directional in time, not so much climactic form, but rather form which allows time, to stand still.
quote by La Monte Young
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The War
There is a sound of thunder afar,
Storm in the south that darkens the day,
Storm of battle and thunder of war,
Well, if it do not roll our way.
Form! form! Riflemen form!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form!
Be not deaf to the sound that warns!
Be not gull'd by a despot's plea!
Are figs of thistles or grapes of thorns?
How should a despot set men free?
Form! form! Riflemen form!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form!
Let your Reforms for a moment go,
Look to your butts and make good aims.
Better a rotten borough or so,
Than a rotten fleet or a city of flames!
Form! form! Riflemen form!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form!
Form, be ready to do or die!
Form in freedom's name and the Queen's!
True, that we have a faithful ally,
But only the devil knows what he means!
Form! form! Riflemen form!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form!
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The fact that we're all connected, the fact that we've got this information space — does change the parameters. It changes the way people live and work. It changes things for good and for bad. But I think, in general, it's clear that most bad things come from misunderstanding, and communication is generally the way to resolve misunderstandings — and the Web's a form of communications — so it generally should be good. But I think, also, we have to watch whether we preserve the stability of the world … We need to look at the whole society and think, "Are we actually thinking about what we're doing as we go forward, and are we preserving the really important values that we have in society? Are we keeping it democratic, and open, and so on?"
quote by Tim Berners-Lee
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A Sparrow's Thoughts.... (Number Six)
you can send the lie in the form
of the unemployment check, in the
form of food stamps, in the form
of Medicaid, in the form of new
policies, in the form of charity...
but the truth is you dont give a damn
until you are willing to share all
you have with fairness, until you're
willing to put your shoulders to the
load, until you're willing to get
involved in the work of equality!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sonnet: The Place for Hermits
Why hermits choose to live alone so high?
Why saints choose forests for building their huts?
By keeping off cities, crowds bring God nigh;
Such decisions require real guts.
In solitude, one realizes God;
In silence, Nature’s beauty is felt more;
The mountain-tops, clouds look like God’s abode;
The wild berries and streams form main food-store.
And time ticks slowly while the air is clean;
An ideal place for meditations oft;
The flora, fauna form a splendid scene;
The voice of Mother Nature is heard soft.
Such environs help saints do yogic feats;
To control breathing, mind and all heart beats.
9-9-2002
poem by John Celes
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Choose Any Game Except Reality Responsibility
take time time spend your time
spend your time to achieve what?
time is a precious sacred gift
a gift if used for true worship
for deep thought meditation
time is a dimensional illusion
time is not filled with freedom
time is filled with work necessity
time is filled with responsibility
time learning growing adaptability
time is bending of material form
to our will let water in pipes flow
let electricity power our machines
let electricity illuminate our nights
let wisdom exercise machine mind
dimensional will mind bending space
time thought is vast limitless spacious
for those who seek answers silences
on line gamers seek flash noise fillers
a moth flies through their ears heads
moth flying through head space invaders
filling all empty spaces with sound games
on line gamers escape interaction think not
time flush down drains steal communication
choose any game except reality responsibility
poem by Terence George Craddock
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For me, a play is a form of writing which isn't complete until it is interpreted by actors. But it's still a form of writing. And so most of my time is spent thinking about how to write a sentence.
quote by Wallace Shawn
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For Me To Love You Baby, You Simply Have To Tell All The Lies....
so you are the topnotch of my choice
i have many of your kind of my illusions,
but you make it inside my heart and i feel so blessed
having you inside me, like i am a cup filled with honey
and you are not spilled even if i have to run away
fast like a water ski,
i like your form most, i set aside content,
form is more satisfying, with content i really have to wait a little longer, like talking to you, and listening and
appreciating,
and i have no time for all these sweet-nothings,
it is the form of your body, and it is the most important thing to me now, i who is lost in my
hunger-desire, own you love you take you forever whispers.
you know the truth, i never touched you.
when i leave this room and then they ask if i am a brute
a beast, a tiger with sharp killer teeth or a lion with a
sharp lovers claw, or an elephant with an ivory tusk that
amazes a lady hunter rolling in the hills like a top,
....tell them, i am all those metaphors.
for me to love you baby, you simply have to lie.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life Values Choices A Short Hand Choice
There is also what
God wants for us.
My view window is in God's
personal name in Hebrew
sacred language God wrote
the ten commandments in
yet the name is in a shortened
form because it was too holy
to both write and spell
in the complete form.
Life values and choices
are your shortened choice
God gave you free well
to choose, choose well.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Did that soul reach you, God
Did that soul reach you, God
It was a soul occupying a human form
Which had all good qualities of a
Good human being
That human form chose not to
Get itself involved in the usually
Worldly living practices
By keeping itself off from the family web
And thus with no real need to make a living
But to live and be totally devoted
That human form was always in your praise
Devoting most of its time
In talking about you
In reading about you
And doing only such things
Related to you and your devotees
It was a human form
Which attempted in all possible ways
To make its audience
Feel the divine’s presence
And to enhance faith
In a long-standing spiritual tradition
It spent days and nights
In deciphering the scripts
And interpreting them
For the use of even less inclined group
There could be occasions
When this human form would have
Stirred feelings of some
With displeasing messages
But people know that
Such expressions are only
Unmasked intensions
But its care and affection
Are sincere and its well wishing
Would you take any far
It takes pride in its known people
Growing well
And marking scales in the society
The soul from such a human form
Departed a week back
All we heard from this human being
Is that
When the soul leaves a body
Which has been real devotee
Is well received by the angels in the heaven
Dressed well and decorated by them
Matching the looks of other heaven dwellers
All look alike including
The heavenly god form
And just reached soul after these face lifts
Is presented before God
Did that soul reach you
Did that soul reach you, God
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The Power!
the highest form of art,
the highest form of philosophy,
the highest form of spirituality,
comes in the applied interaction
of peoples with each other...
taking the time to listen, to care,
to understand, to feel, to forgive,
to work together, and to see each
other in ourselves...
you cant write it any better, you
cant paint it any better, you cant
play it any better, you cant pray
it any better!
this is the power that created
the cosmos... and does so again
and again... the power that turns
the seasons, and brings the dawn...
this is the light that darkness
cannot swallow...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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No problem can be solved until it is reduced to some simple form. The changing of a vague difficulty into a specific, concrete form is a very essential element in thinking.
quote by J.P. Morgan
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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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How Gone Tomorrow!
How tomorrow is gone?
It is yet not done
It de dejected and pure pessimism
Even shame to humanism
If there is no light in life today
It can be fought for and made another day
Water can be taken out from hard stone
Even if all the hopes are gone
I hate to loose
Person has all the options to choose
Either you sit at home and do nothing
Then you can’t hope for something
Where from these sorrows and pain originate?
You don’t mention here how and made you to alienate
Life is worth taking all the chances
As it is given to human being only once
If your ship is not in order
You can't offer anything to others
Forget about love and affection
Your propriety may be suspicious with action
Life is meant to swim across
Whatever may be the setback or loss
Life is chance to lay a seize
If not then cry for whole life and miss
Nothing can be had then in any form
Even slight shock may cause a big storm
You may be pushed away with severe jolt
It may prove always as blue from bolt
Love and happiness only form part
When you have no fear to loose or part with
When it is in commanding position
You may form your own composition
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The rudimentary forms
Rivalry is the rudimentary
Form of enmity.
Solidarity is the rudimentary
Form of fear.
Sports and games are the rudimentary
Form of fight
Friendship across sex is the rudimentary
Form of sexual love
04.10.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Peace
AH, that Time could touch a form
That could show what Homer's age
Bred to be a hero's wage.
'Were not all her life but storm
Would not painters paint a form
Of such noble lines,' I said,
'Such a delicate high head,
All that sternness amid charm,
All that sweetness amid strength?'
Ah, but peace that comes at length,
Came when Time had touched her form.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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He was the first to conceive of movies as an art form. His belief was that if the traditional art form would not find room for him, then he would make an art form of his own.
quote by Richard Schickel
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No reason to hate the haters
Last night I was in thoughtful mood
Thinking deep trying to find out
Reasons of the reasons of hate
And the reasons of hating of the hates
Hate is an abnormal form of jealousy
It is a sincerest form of flattery
Sometimes they have
Sometimes they do not have any reasons
It is their metal disease of being misery,
As their destiny goes against their desires
Their personalities are lacking from others
They want to have
All of which we have
They want to be
Like us you and me
This is an open recognition and a secret admiration
A free motivation and an instant inspiration.
So no reason to hate the haters, just pray for them.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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