My appointed work is to awaken the divine nature that is within.
quote by Peace Pilgrim
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One mind awake can awaken another, The second awake can awaken their next door brother. Three awake can awaken the town By turning the whole place upside down. Many awake can make such a fuss That they finally awaken the rest of us.
quote by Helen Kromer
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Through years of secret work, scientific and basic ground work was laid, in order to be ready again to work the German Armed Forces at the appointed hour, without loss of time or experience.
quote by Gustav Krupp
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A Concept Of Nature And Man!
Nature is a living scientific art God enjoys best;
Nature’s artistic evolution is God’s grand creation
Of algae, plants, fish, reptiles, birds, beasts, man and divine!
Nature is for evolution but man is for revolution to excel it;
Nature evolves his heart, mind and soul to scientists and poets;
What scientists see in parts poets see as a whole to know truth!
Energy of Nature can neither be created nor destroyed everywhere
As the activating Spirit God gravitationally balances matter and energy
By being present in all pervadingly invisible, invincible and in infinity!
Naturally evolved man has mentally grown to be a superman to develop
Spiritually himself to be a divine to reach God in communion with Nature!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Prayer For Awakening
Great Light of Divine Wisdom
Stream forth to my being
Through you let me serve mankind
Through you let me serve Earth Mother
Let me love, from the Heart of God
Let me Radiate from the Christ within
That I may walk the path of truth
Great Source of Creation
Empower;
My being
My Brothers
My Sisters
My Earth
With perfection;
As we collectively awaken as One Soul
Let Wisdom, Love, Power stream forth
To this One Soul that we all share
Great Spark of Creation Awaken the Divine
Plan of Perfection, so we may share the One
Perfected Soul of “I AM”
So it was
So it is
So it shall be
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Divine Act Of Love
We’re a Divine Act of Love
Here, now and forever
Conceived in the Mind of God
Created by a Sacred Song
Formed of compressed light
His Exhalation fills our being
We awaken…
A Divine Act of Love
Here, now and forever
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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The Good That I Would I Do Not
I would, but cannot sing,
Guilt has untuned my voice;
The serpent sin's envenomed sting
Has poisoned all my joys.
I know the Lord is nigh,
And would, but cannot, pray;
For Satan meets me when I try,
And frights my soul away.
I would but can't repent
Though I endeavor oft;
This stony heart can ne'er relent
Till Jesus make it soft.
I would but cannot love,
Though wooed by love divine;
No arguments have pow'r to move
A soul so base as mine.
I would, but cannot rest
In God's most holy will;
I know what he appoints is best,
Yet murmur at it still!
Oh could I but believe!
Then all would easy be;
I would, but cannot, Lord relieve,
My help must come from thee!
But if indeed I would,
Though I can nothing do,
Yet the desire is something good,
For which my praise is due.
By nature prone to ill,
Till thine appointed hour
I was as destitute of will,
As now I am of pow'r.
Wilt thou not crown, at length,
The work thou hast begun?
And with a will, afford me strength
In all thy ways to run.
poem by John Newton
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Death and Life
when we die we would be
shoved out of this body into
another plane, something else
it can be quite frightening
the hands of of nature
that work between the known, unknown
but then so what? we never are our own thing
nature never means us to be in control of ourselves
we are always somebody else's
father, mother, the Divine
in between the known, unknown
belief and make belief we plod on
to put sanity into place,
a recurring drama, a sea of waves
sweeping over us, never waking us up
second version
when we die we would be
shoved out of this body into
another plane, something else
it can be quite frightening
the hands of of nature
that work between the known, unknown
but then so what? we never are our own thing
nature never means us to be in control of ourselves
we are always somebody else's
father, mother, the Divine
in between the known, unknown
between belief and make belief
we plod on to put sanity into place
the ants building nests under the rain
a recurring drama, a sea of waves
sweeping over us never waking us up
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A Discovery of Divine Spirit!
Is it indwelling spirit or Nature activating human?
Nature kindles mind to realise divine everywhere;
Going deep in all things reach one finally to the core
Where lives the eternal spirit activating all ever...!
Unlike animal going by instinct man explores by mind
All only to be confused as peeling onion endlessly on
And willingly suspending all ideas mystically indulges
In Nature at last to find an answer conclusive ever...!
Mind in communion with Nature man feels divine spirit
That opens door of heart like opening petals of lotus
To reveal the golden yellow divine dwelling deep finally
That actually activates mind, heart and soul of man...!
Discovery of inner spirit having communion with Nature,
Universal Spirit finally brings peace and bliss all long for!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Poetry is nature
Poetry is nature,
Poetry is revelation,
Poetry is human,
Poetry is divine.
Unveiling the countrified encounters,
the evolution of the cockroach
and the mythical cactus on the arid
the front and the end;
breaking open the activities
into nature.
The words in the ink
linking present and past
to forecast the prerequisite future.
The revealed talks of the heartbeats
and restoration of tensed souls.
Poetry is nature,
Poetry is expression,
Poetry is in man,
Poetry is divine.
poem by Oyehan Opeyemi Akinkunmi
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Her Punishments Are Not Random
When Mother Nature is angered,
Doesn't it seem her punishments...
Are not random?
Mother Nature knows,
Specifically and without mystery...
Exactly who to spank to awaken.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mother, Waken
Mother awaken,
Look at these days, it’s time for change
Mother awaken,
Let us feel the shake of the earth and of every brush
Mother awaken,
And erupt form your chamber crack up the crust
End the droughts and save those who in you they trust
Seas are becoming barren the land so dry
We welcome your fire days and bow to the night
But can we wait wait wait for you dawn
I see the blend at work with no hand too guide
Mother awaken,
Look at these days, it’s time for change
Mother awaken,
Let us feel the shake of the earth and of every brush
Mother awaken,
And erupt form your chamber crack up the crust
Mothers awaken
Can you feel the shake shake shake
The earth is re-birthing and the lands are becoming new
Unlike the morning the dew is a flood,
Encumbered by love for her she draws an end
To disgusting destruction she made for us
Mother awaken,
Look at these days, it’s time for change
Mother awaken,
Let us feel the shake of the earth and of every brush
Mother awaken,
And erupt form your chamber crack up the crust
Mother Gaia’s show us they way
Close the old doors and rebuild a new day
The earth is growing not in anger but in love
The new days are dawning and although it’s rough
The golden age is nearly here
And I bless you mother I repent for my species given tears
Mother you’ve awoken
The sunlight splits right down my news
And the rapturous noise is a record of harmonic play
Rebuild this place and arise the ones you know will
Keep this place young vibrant and new
With my solemn words I lay myself down to you merciful
And my love is for you
poem by Daniel Richards
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Work With Nature
Once we begin to use our 3rd eye
we will see fairies, elementals
for the first time.
We will work with them to help our
gardens grow
We will bless our water
and be conscious what we sow.
We will not use pesticides to
pollute the land
We will understand bugs
and how they fit in God's
divine plan.
All of nature will communicate
with use of telepathy
we will all work in harmony.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 14,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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A Best Way To Peace!
Prayer to God is the best way to get peace;
Meditation in Nature is smooth way to peace;
Book is another way to forget worries to peace;
I prefer musing over the beauty of Nature to peace!
Many become unstable without work, friends or family;
Life is evolved in Nature which is a book ever updating
That when one sees never gets let out in life in the world;
This is my experience I tell you all to remember to follow!
Beauty of Nature, music melodious and inspiring book
Make one elated to high spirit equipping to scale God
Present in the Universe, a greatest wonder of all time
Inspires with God spirit powerful to go confident ever!
Confidence, courage and endurance inspired by Nature
Lifts up human spirit to divine spirit to enjoy peaceful bliss!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Blessed With This Gift
If one makes a decision,
To awaken seeking ways to appreciate life.
With a feeling that expresses a gratefulness,
To experience this gift.
They will see opportunity.
And know to them it has already been given.
If one makes a decision,
Life is to be lived and not taken for granted...
Blessings given will be shared,
If they awaken with thoughts...
To be to others more caring!
If...
And that's not a big 'if' to ponder.
Not to awaken thinking of possibilities!
Or what this day given brings.
If...
One makes a decision,
To awaken seeking ways to appreciate life.
One just has to start,
Realizing each day when they awaken...
They have already been blessed with a gift!
If...
For them that is a decision made,
To see a life that has been given that way...
Fortunes are at their fingertips.
With a pricelessness that enriches.
If one makes a decision,
To awaken seeking ways to appreciate life.
And feeling blessed with this gift.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Ode, Written October, 1819, Before The Spaniards Had Recovered Their Liberty
Arise, arise, arise!
There is blood on the earth that denies ye bread;
Be your wounds like eyes
To weep for the dead, the dead, the dead.
What other grief were it just to pay?
Your sons, your wives, your brethren, were they;
Who said they were slain on the battle day?
Awaken, awaken, awaken!
The slave and the tyrant are twin-born foes;
Be the cold chains shaken
To the dust where your kindred repose, repose:
Their bones in the grave will start and move,
When they hear the voices of those they love,
Most loud in the holy combat above.
Wave, wave high the banner!
When Freedom is riding to conquest by:
Though the slaves that fan her
Be Famine and Toil, giving sigh for sigh.
And ye who attend her imperial car,
Lift not your hands in the banded war,
But in her defence whose children ye are.
Glory, glory, glory,
To those who have greatly suffered and done!
Never name in story
Was greater than that which ye shall have won.
Conquerors have conquered their foes alone,
Whose revenge, pride, and power they have overthrown
Ride ye, more victorious, over your own.
Bind, bind every brow
With crownals of violet, ivy, and pine:
Hide the blood-stains now
With hues which sweet Nature has made divine:
Green strength, azure hope, and eternity:
But let not the pansy among them be;
Ye were injured, and that means memory.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Thirteen Lines
A brain peered through stoic eyes;
Yet all it saw was rendered into
Flawed interpretation –
No honoured contemplation of a
Gluon, muon, quark of any flavour;
Nor a vision or conception of its world
Within a universe anthropic in its physical laws,
Inside a boundless multiverse.
All it gleaned and modelled
Bore parochialism well beyond belief! –
Delusional perhaps.
Survival only matters here on planet Earth –
Evolution saw to that.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Manifestations
one nature
one self
one mighty being
self is the mighty
extricating itself
out of tanglement
of desires, nature
one divine lesson for
one self in so many
manifestations
humans are nature
personified
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Malaam
This poem is yet for an appointed time but,
At the end it will speak to you and will not lie;
Though it seems so slow and it may delay,
Wait for it with your love and care for my muse!
It will surely come at the appointed time,
Because most of you are now being taken away by Satan!
That is why you do call sin enjoyment.
Like a great wind over the sea at last,
This poem is yet for an appointed time.
The stubboenness of the people is known by all,
So Malaam paid the fare and went down in to the ship;
And like lovely virgins and the story of the young men around,
But at the end with the hope of this poem which speaks with time.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Four Letter 'Work' Song
Work me up, work me out, work me flip side down.
Work me here, work me there, work me with renown.
Work me hot, work me greedy,
work me through and through.
Work me to the very marrow,
work me just like I'd work you.
Work me proud, work me late,
work me do not hesitate.
Won't you let me work for you?
Work me til I'm black and blue.
Work me steady, work me needy, work me to a lather.
Work me til my backbone breaks, and the buzzards gather.
Work me in, work me under, work me til I bleed,
Work me over red hot coals, work me like a boss in need.
Work me nasty, work me silly, work me through the clover.
Up down, 'n' in between, into a slipknot sweet Jehovah.
Work me, work me, go ahead.
Work me, work me, til I'm dead.
Buddy Bee Anthony
poem by Buddy Bee Anthony
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Sonnet- Preserve Thy Soul, O Man
Protect 0 Man, thy soul from earthly stains;
God's breath of life is immortal in form;
Death takes it across supernatural lanes,
Untouched by the Satanic Tempter- Worm.
Preserve its divine nature without fail;
Released by Death, it should unite with God;
And live forever, Divine One to hail;
Alas, if sinful, goes to Hell by rod.
Let body' needs not tarnish soul's image;
Let sinful thoughts not weaken its nature;
Let it accrue grace, turning man to sage;
Let the ‘sheep’ graze then, the divine pasture.
Our soul is eternal, ethereal;
Our body, mind are just ephemeral.
poem by John Celes
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