Nay, be a Columbus to whole new continents and worlds within you, opening new channels, not of trade, but of thought. Every man is the lord of a realm beside which the earthly empire of the Czar is but a petty state, a hummock left by the ice.
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Nay, be a Columbus to whole new continents and worlds within you, opening new channels, not of trade, but of thought.
quote by Henry David Thoreau
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The White Tzar
The White Czar is Peter the Great. Batyushka, Father dear, and
Gosudar, Sovereign, are titles the Russian people are fond of
giving to the Czar in their popular songs.
Dost thou see on the rampart's height
That wreath of mist, in the light
Of the midnight moon? O, hist!
It is not a wreath of mist;
It is the Czar, the White Czar,
Batyushka! Gosudar!
He has heard, among the dead,
The artillery roll o'erhead;
The drums and the tramp of feet
Of his soldiery in the street;
He is awake! the White Czar,
Batyushka! Gosudar!
He has heard in the grave the cries
Of his people: "Awake! arise!"
He has rent the gold brocade
Whereof his shroud was made;
He is risen! the White Czar,
Batyushka! Gosudar!
From the Volga and the Don
He has led his armies on,
Over river and morass,
Over desert and mountain pass;
The Czar, the Orthodox Czar,
Batyushka! Gosudar!
He looks from the mountain-chain
Toward the seas, that cleave in twain
The continents; his hand
Points southward o'er the land
Of Roumili! O Czar,
Batyushka! Gosudar!
And the words break from his lips:
"I am the builder of ships,
And my ships shall sail these seas
To the Pillars of Hercules!
I say it; the White Czar,
Batyushka! Gosudar!
"The Bosphorus shall be free;
It shall make room for me;
And the gates of its water-streets
Be unbarred before my fleets.
I say it; the White Czar,
Batyushka! Gosudar!
"And the Christian shall no more
Be crushed, as heretofore,
Beneath thine iron rule,
O Sultan of Istamboul!
I swear it; I the Czar,
Batyushka! Gosudar!
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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If the Spray discovered no continents on her voyage, it may be that there were no more continents to be discovered. She did not seek new worlds, or sail to pow-wow about the dangers of the sea.
quote by Joshua Slocum
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I thought
I thought I saw his face to day.
In the wake of the sun.
And then I heard the Lord say.
His work here is done.
I thought I heardhis voice today.
And luagh your joyfull luagh.
Then I heard the Lord say.
There is peace dear one at last.
I though I felt your touch in the breeze that rustled by.
And then I heard the lord say.
The spirit never dies.
I thought I saw my broken hart.
In the cresent of the moon.
And then I heard the lord say.
I am coming soon.
I thought that you had left me
for the stars above.
And then I heard the lord say.
He has left you with his love.
I thought that I would miss you so.
And never find my way.
Then I heard the lord say.
He is with you every day
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Heaven
The Lord God shall overwhelm, our hearts in that eternal realm,
With bodies that will last forever, while sin surrounds us never,
Now freed from all earthly strife, when we enter into eternal life,
Surrounded in an eternal peace, in a realm that shall not cease.
We will find nothing on earth, to compare with Heaven’s worth,
A pure realm of Eternal Bliss, filled with God’s Righteousness,
With all believers home in Heaven, far from our days of seven,
Now, a timeless realm with Christ, as we enter into Eternal Life.
All who The Lord calls His Own, shall gather around His Throne,
Where God will guide me and you, in Eternity, with much to do,
While we serve The King of kings, in His realm of eternal things,
And our service to Christ my friend, shall never come to an end.
With a new body, that shall last, forever, not bodies of the past,
Receiving eternal bodies, glorified, to live forever at God’s side,
Right by the side of Christ Jesus, for all eternity will be all of us,
All who came to Christ, in faith, all saved by God, by His Grace.
Grace, that allows us to enter in, a Holy Heaven, despite our sin,
Sin, which was cleansed at Calvary, to provide us Life Eternally,
For by His Blood we’re purified, so up in Heaven, we can reside,
With our God and Creator, thanks to Christ, our Lord and Savior.
0051 From Plotinus: Enneads 4 and 6
Often, I awaken to myself,
as from this earthly body lifted up;
and feel external to all other things,
myself the single knower past all thought;
I marvel at the beauty I then see,
a beauty all around, yet seen as one;
then, know myself to live the noblest life,
at one with highest being in that realm.
Only when, from this high state past thought,
I afterward descend, I ask myself
how can so great a thing - that soul I own,
take mortal body? How may these things be?
And this, the life of gods and blessed men:
alone with the All-One; none alien then!
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Two Different Worlds
I know this girl, shes always on my mind
She lives in her world and I live in mine
I should forget about her and Ive tried
Lord knows Ive tried
But I want to know her, and heres the other side
Ive got someone waiting for me every night
Shes the only one Ive ever loved
And its been that way for the longest time
Shes the one that makes my world go right
And it tears me in two because I know where Ill be tonight
I think she knows it
I think she knows
Two different worlds, two different worlds
One that belongs to me, one could be wrong for me
Two different worlds, two different worlds
Oh, two different worlds
Is she that different or is it the thrill of someone new
Strung out on her, I need her love
I need it bad, and I know, I know its true
Im the one that lies awake alone
I know, shes the one that makes me stray from home
And I know it
Yeah, I know it
Two different worlds, two different worlds
One that I may regret, one that I cant forget
Two different worlds, two different worlds
Oh, always two different worlds
No, I cant explain this emptiness
No, I know I cant go on like this
Two different worlds, two different worlds
Two different worlds
I live in two different worlds
One that I may regret, one that I wont forget
Two different worlds
But I cant live in both, I know
One world I must let go
song performed by by Foreigner
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Columbus
Once upon a time there was an Italian,
And some people thought he was a rapscallion,
But he wasn't offended,
Because other people thought he was splendid,
And he said the world was round,
And everybody made an uncomplimentary sound,
But he went and tried to borrow some money from Ferdinand
But Ferdinand said America was a bird in the bush and he'd rather have a berdinand,
But Columbus' brain was fertile, it wasn't arid,
And he remembered that Ferdinand was married,
And he thought, there is no wife like a misunderstood one,
Because if her husband thinks something is a terrible idea she is bound to think it a good one,
So he perfumed his handkerchief with bay rum and citronella,
And he went to see Isabella,
And he looked wonderful but he had never felt sillier,
And she said, I can't place the face but the aroma is familiar,
And Columbus didn't say a word,
All he said was, I am Columbus, the fifteenth-century Admiral Byrd,
And, just as he thought, her disposition was very malleable,
And she said, Here are my jewels, and she wasn't penurious like Cornelia the mother of the Gracchi, she wasn't referring to her children, no, she was referring to her jewels, which were very very valuable,
So Columbus said, Somebody show me the sunset and somebody did and he set sail for it,
And he discovered America and they put him in jail for it,
And the fetters gave him welts,
And they named America after somebody else,
So the sad fate of Columbus ought to be pointed out to every child and every voter,
Because it has a very important moral, which is, Don't be a discoverer, be a promoter.
poem by Ogden Nash
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He Now Reigns
From a bloody cross to a Throne, He now reigns above for His own,
Now reigning above in majesty, The Lamb who died for you and me,
He now reigns above to intercede, on our behalf, for our every need,
He Reigns above as King of kings, and Lord above all earthly things.
This Throne was not new for Him, The Lamb who came to be our sin,
Who emptied himself of Majesty, born that He would die on Calvary,
God’s Eternal Son, Jesus Christ, coming to earth to be His Sacrifice,
And a body was prepared for Him, for as Eternal God He had no sin.
Equality to God, not considered, by The Lamb, who died unhindered,
By the darkened wickedness of man, as He submitted to God’s Plan,
The Sinless Lamb died in our place, opening to all, this Age of Grace,
Capping God’s Plan of Salvation, and offered to every earthly nation.
Now risen, with the Power to save, through His Victory over the grave,
For death had no hold on The Lamb, with Christ being The Great I AM,
Christ, the Eternal Lord and Creator, is now for many Lord and Savior,
If they embrace, God’s Sacrifice, who paid for all God’s Eternal Price.
Now seated at God’s Right Hand, the Savior and Judge of every land.
Who will return to this earthly sod, not a lamb but a Lion with Iron Rod,
The Lamb of God, once crucified, is The Lion of Judah, now Glorified,
As Lord and King, of all the world, as His Earthly Kingdom is unfurled.
(Copyright ©05/2009)
Empire State
Written by lindsey buckingham.
New york, open your eyes to me
Let me be what I want to be
Tell me, tell me its not too late
Big apple, takin a bite of me
Whole world movin below my feet
Not like, not like we do in l.a.
New york, make me a part of you
Straight, straight through the heart of you
Tell me, tell me its not too late
Flying high on the empire state
Flying high on the empire state
New york, watch me burn ya down
Straight, straight through the heart of town
Tell me, tell me Im not too late
Big apple, takin a bite of me
Whole world movin below my feet
Not like, not like we do in l.a.
Flying high on the empire state
Flying high on the empire state
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Ball of Confusion
It was once said with no exclusion, that earth is a ball of confusion,
People racing every which way, with the world changing day by day.
But, all the confusion they may see, is not confusing for you or me,
This if you too, know The Lord, Who gives wisdom, when implored.
Wisdom, to know what is to be, from a realm that the eye can’t see,
A spiritual realm above us all, that governs this entire terrestrial ball.
All the confusion that we perceive, is by one, who wants to deceive,
The Devil, God’s eternal enemy, confuses men, so they cannot see.
The reason so many are confused, is God’s Truth they have refused,
Eternal Truth directly from Him, to free men from the bondage of sin,
Rejecting the Truth of God above, they receive not His guiding Love,
Or the guidance from His Spirit, so reject His Word when they hear it.
The Holy Lord is a God of Order, while Satan is the wicked distorter,
Distorting the Holy Word of God; confusing men on this earthly sod.
The Devil is the god of disorder, while acting as a rational supporter,
As he deceives the minds of men, so they don’t become born again.
To be left in the ball of confusion, created by the master of delusion,
He who wants only hearts to deceive, so they won’t come to believe,
In The God above every nation, Who alone, offers all men salvation,
The only true eternal solution, to save all from this ball of confusion.
(Copyright ©02/2008)
Buddhist Lesson # 2
enlightment,
the act of opening,
like a rosebud,
like a mother,
opening the door...
like a child
opening a present,
like a woman
opening to a man....
opening...
all the hidden chambers,
every door to every
secret kingdom of the soul.....
opening the box that holds
your secret thoughts, desires....
opening...
the door of the cage,
letting the winged breath fly....
opening....
your heart to itself,
and to all hearts beating....
opening....
the vault of conceptions,
the entrance to the tomb
of past lives and memories....
opening...
your hands to the world
as if it were your neighbor,
and you, it's home!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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All Hail To The Czar!
All hail to the Czar! By the fringe of the foam
That thunders, untamed, around Albion's shore,
See multitudes throng, dense as sea-birds whose home
Is betwixt the deaf rocks and the ocean's mad roar;
And across the ridged waters stand straining their eyes
For a glimpse of the Eagle that comes from afar:
Lo! it swoops towards the beach, and they greet it with cries
That silence the billows-``All hail to the Czar!''
All hail to the Czar! England's noblest and best,
Her oldest, her newest, her proudest are there,
And they vie in obeisance before the great guest,
For the prize of his nod, for the alms of his stare.
To the seat of their Empire they draw him along,
Where the Palace flies open to welcome his car,
And Prince, Press, and People, with leader and song,
Ring the change on the paean-``All hail to the Czar!''
All hail to the Czar! the bold Monarch who shook
From the heart of the Lion its insolent lust,
That once from the strongest no outrage would brook,
Till it crouched at his feet, till it crawled in the dust!
Who the laurels bequeathed to us tore from our brow,
Who extinguished our fame that once shone like a star,
Made our rulers to tremble, our heralds to bow,
And our bosoms to mock us-``All hail to the Czar!''
All hail to the Czar! O yes! show him your ships,
Had your courage not failed, he had seen before now,
As they dally at anchor, the gag on their lips,
And the peace-loving holiday trim on their prow!
Yes! show him your army, that mighty array
He so rashly defied when he ventured to mar
The last work of its hands, and remind it to say,
But with bayonets inverted-``All hail to the Czar!''
All hail to the Czar! As ye revel and feast,
I marvel the ghosts of the bootlessly slain
Do not come from their cold lonely graves in the East,
From the hillside that looks o'er the desolate main,
Which they perished to save, ye surrender, to live,
To the man ye now slaver, all base as ye are!
Do not stalk through the banquet-hall, pallid, and give
The gay toast ere ye drink it-``All hail to the Czar!''
All hail to the Czar! For his daughter he gave,
Like Atrides of old, without shrinking or qualm,
Though not that the white ships might move o'er the wave,
But that ours still might ride in immovable calm!
What Religion could once, now can Statecraft persuade;
And if ye would devote to the furies of war
Half as freely your sons as he gave up his maid,
Without shame might ye shout then-``All hail to the Czar!''
All hail to the Czar! Are ye then sunk so low,
O ye sons of the once fearless masters of earth!
That ye pour out the wine for an insolent foe,
That in depths of dishonour ye simulate mirth?
That, like unto mongrel hounds beaten and cowed,
Ye, crouched, lick alternately smiter and scar?-
Oh, rather my country lay deaf in its shroud,
Than had lived to hear silent-``All hail to the Czar!''
poem by Alfred Austin
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Pele's Song
Pele's soul made of fire
Flowing lava ever higher.
To the shores of desire.
Fire meets the water
on the shore of life.
The Sea becomes the husband
of this Earthly wife.
With this union
Comes new birth
Of new islands
On this Earth.
For mankind an earthly dwelling
From Her inner core is swelling.
Into life and land above.
Goddess of creation
A cosmic kissed sensation.
Of terra firma Mother Love.
Land and trees fast appearing
From this sacred unseen force.
Upon the seas of life we're sailing,
Soon returning to our Source.
Seeing through the earthly mists
To the many worlds beyond.
Our souls fly like lighting bolts
With astral spheres we are blending
Upon creations scale we are ascending.
Reveling in this new existence.
We cast away all earthly resistance.
When we reach that distant shore
In that realm where our souls belong.
Seeking that which we adore.
We listen for the angels song.
Then in the distance we shall hear
Pele's voice so sweet and clear
Mingling with the joyful angels
as She sweetly sings along.
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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When Worlds Collide
When worlds collide, the best of us
Wont be here with the rest of us
Theyll drop before the paint has dried
When worlds collide, when worlds collide
The young today, I must confess
Have lost the path of righteousness
By settling for something less
The smarty pants, they fail to see
The posture of morality
Is just like common currency
Thats the way it works for me
So I dress like a brushing bride
Because my every move is sanctified
By claiming God is on my side
When worlds collide, when worlds collide
When worlds collide, the virtuous
Will have to take the shuttle bus
But we in limousines shall ride
When worlds collide, when worlds collide
These kids today, they have no pluck
Dont know the value of a buck
They think all politicians suck
But managing economies
Is one of my best qualities
Especially to friends like these
I can favor the ones I please
And if the mandate should be denied me
Then theres always something kept aside
If you have grease then you can slide
When worlds collide, when worlds collide
When worlds collide, the devious,
The cunning, and mischevious
Will mourn the moral men who died
When worlds collide, when worlds collide
The youth today, I must relate
Have not learned to appreciate
The pleasures of the city-state
They waste themselves on drugs and sex
And boogieing in discotheques
Ill take them by their bleach-blond necks
And conscript those I dont reject
Then Ill serve them butchered and fried
For our commander can sleep satisfied
While someones licking ones backside
When worlds collide, when worlds collide
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Petty People
Petty People...
Could care less if they are petty.
That's who and what they are.
Constantly seeking the center of attention,
Addressing petty issues
Most people wouldn't mention!
And having a way to nip and tug.
Much like what a little dog does.
Snapping and barking at the slightest little thing.
Petty people...
Exploding their mini volcanic 'tops'
Just to shoot off itsy bitsy lava drops!
That's all those petty people really got!
With their poked out lips...
Like children a closed ear often ignores a lot!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Traditions are imploding and exploding everywhere - everything is coming together, for better or worse, and we can no longer pretend we're all living in different worlds because we're on different continents.
quote by Philip Glass
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Spectacular End (Revised)
I am manifestly not ready yet to exist
in a realm with the immediate thought,
anger and fury felt on reading small-
minded politicians misleading African
peoples in order to keep exploiting
them under repressive systems
Unwilling to admit outdated, unsuitable
systems keep Africa subservient to
rising Eastern and South American
continents makes me wish for their
spectacular end by fire, lightning,
missile or nuclear devices
Cannot become higher awareness of
loving consciousness while thoughts of
immediate retribution visited upon mean
exploiters too easily fills my head, doomed
to earthly existence until learned to
forgive violations of human rights
Politicians are the true spawn of hell,
origin of prophecies of an Armageddon
created new Universe where free men
shall not own their futures; they are
people who blackmail humanitarian
organisations, emptying the nation’s
coffers while blaming the West for
their deficits…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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I Live In Other Worlds
I LIVE IN OTHER WORLDS
I live in other worlds-
Far from those most people live in
I am happy in my worlds-mostly
They do not bite or sting-
I live in other worlds
There are inward worlds
Quiet worlds
They have poems and music and stories in them-
I listen to them
And I make and remake them
as my own little worlds
Word- worlds mostly-
Like this one.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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What Are They Thinking?
What is behind all their thought; what does that thought conceive?
And what by it shall be wrought, in minds of all who don’t believe?
Just what is in the mind of those, who disregard all they’ve heard?
About the One who died and rose, according to God’s Holy Word.
They say that they believe in God, but give the Lord very little time,
As they live upon the earthly sod, speaking little on things sublime.
Some even say that we annoy, others, when we speak of The Lord,
Showing instead a lack of joy; just proof we are not of one accord.
How do they live without fear, of our Holy God’s Righteous Wrath?
Not knowing His return’s so near, as they walk on the broader path.
They say their belief is personal, and not to be shared with anyone,
But, how would we then fulfill, The Commission given by The Son?
Just what is it that stirs the heart, of those who walk this life alone?
Men never having been a part, of the family that God calls His own.
Truly in the dark of what’s to be, when life on earth’s said and done,
Not knowing their Eternal Destiny, for they do not know God’s Son.
What will go through their mind, as we’re snatched into the clouds?
Of all those who are left behind, left on this earth in darker crowds.
Will it be then when they cry to Him, looking for our Savior’s Light?
From a darkness filled with sin, to be saved from the eternal night.
(Copyright ©07/2008)