Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the Infinite.
quote by Francis Bacon
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Beauty is but the sensible image of the Infinite. Like truth and justice it lives within us; like virtue and the moral law it is a companion of the soul.
quote by George Bancroft
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Poetry Today
POETRY TODAY
Billions and trillions and zillions of words
Infinite infinite infinite unending ongoing unending infinite
Words and words and words.
And one small reader
Alone in the night
With a half- asleep mind
And a longing
For a bit of beauty,
And inspiration.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Bless me, Heavenly Father
Your Beauty,
Your Beauty is efficiently healing me,
Your beauty is the attic grace,
Your beauty is fighting again’st hell of other’s,
I feel that you are all sane,
Heaven in my thought’s you I hold,
You are the sunshine, so heal me Christ,
Tell me I’m the beauty of Sanity,
Every Being alive shared that love,
Your Beauty never died,
Your Beauty made me move on and on,
Every Beauty I perceive are these,
Infinite thought’s,
Your Beauty that I feed,
Your Grace all efficiently Blessing me.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Mankind will not believe it,
Mankind will not believe it,
Mankind will not believe it when the Glory come's,
The Image is defined and we are all free,
Upon the Image Iam not losing that Taste of the Infinite,
Meaning is all Clear and Image well defined,
Mankind will not believe it when they see the Sign of God,
His Love is the Liberating a Soul and a Remedy,
Teach me Grace that I may Flow with these Words,
When the Kingdom of God hast come Mankind will not believe it since they all be Commiting Felonies.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Brooke
I dream of beauty, an image of such wonderful beauty.
No garden of roses could match the beauty I see.
No sculpture, no painting could capture such beauty.
Only the angels in heaven above could have greater.
But the beauty I dream of is not a dream. You are the beauty I see.
An earthy angel do I see, made from heaven above,
Wishing she was just for me.
poem by Anon Y. Mous
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My Beauty is in me,
My Beauty is in me,
My Beauty is in me,
the Movement take's Pleasure with the Covenant and Grace,
See this Mind and see that Image,
All Over me is the Feeling,
That we are all able,
Hold that Momentum,
That the Beauty will never die,
This is the House of Hopes,
Whilst that Movement saw the Beauty all in me.
poem by Abdul Karim
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Divine Beauty
divine beauty
infinite grace
beauty untold in your eyes and face
trusting me and me alone
you take my hand
and proceed to stand
on your own two feet again
Smiling bright under sweet moonlight
your beauty shows as the moon glows
O` how your beauty doth grow
calling to me in white hot passion
yet running from me
with in a fleet heart`d fashion
poem by Brian Biggs
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What Yellow Roses Mean to Me
An image of a yellow rose, growing in my mind's eye,
A fragile and delicate flower,
It's beauty cannot die...
Alive like a baby son;
Always precious in the heart,
For love did not leave, when death made us part.
The beauty of a yellow rose, given to me by the man I love,
From his heart to mine -
The image of true love ~
This rose is for love, a promise of beauty only dreamed,
This rose is for tomorrow, all the joy yet unseen.
(March 2,2001)
of Planes of Beauty
The night is the destination,
You are the traveller,
The sky is the limit,
The beauty is infinite,
Planes of beauty,
Time is non-existant,
The soul is at the speed of light,
Friendship are friendly hugs on the way,
Sex is a visual imagery,
Love is everything,
Peace is wonderous,
Possibilities are limitless,
Laughs are good times,
Beautiful women are vestiges,
Reminders of beauty,
The moment is a blessing,
Beauty,
Divine,
poem by Omz The onetwo
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Beauty, Beauty
Beauty, beauty in the light. Beauty, Beauty falling through. How sweet must beauty, beauty be. Beauty, beauty how it's happy. Beauty, beauty in the sky and in the grass. Beauty, beauty in the trees. Beauty, beauty on the ground. Beauty, beauty crawling on the ground. Beauty, beauty always climbing. Beauty, beauty that we are sirrounded by.
poem by Shania K. Younce
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He who proclaims the existence of the Infinite, and none can avoid it — accumulates in that affirmation more of the supernatural than is to be found in all the miracles of all the religions; for the notion of the Infinite presents that double character that forces itself upon us and yet is incomprehensible. When this notion seizes upon our understanding we can but kneel ... I see everywhere the inevitable expression of the Infinite in the world; through it the supernatural is at the bottom of every heart. The idea of God is a form of the idea of the Infinite. As long as the mystery of the infinite weighs on human thought, temples will be erected for the worship of the Infinite, whether God is called Brahma, Allah, Jehovah, or Jesus; and on the pavement of these temples, men will be seen kneeling, prostrated, annihilated by the thought of the Infinite.
quote by Louis Pasteur
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The Sky Away
Angels
Are just an image that makes you feel
So cut free
So easily lost
Angels
Splattered on the road
Looking up gracefully
They still love you
They always will
And the dream that you paint
Will live longer than you
But always in a different place
Live
Do what you want
Do what you can
To be more than just yourself
The sky
Is wildly amazing
Infinite compassion
Infinite absorption
The sky
Splattered overhead
May be your only friend
But can never hear you call
And the song that you sing
Will speak louder than you
But always in a different language
Live
Do what you want
Do what you can
To be more than just yoursel
song performed by by Information Society
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The Sky Away 2. 0
Angels
Are just an image that makes you feel
So cut free
So easily lost
Angels
Splattered on the road
Looking up gracefully
They still love you
They always will
And the dream that you paint
Will live longer than you
But always in a different place
Live
Do what you want
Do what you can
To be more than just yourself
The sky
Is wildly amazing
Infinite compassion
Infinite absorption
The sky
Splattered overhead
May be your only friend
But can never hear you call
And the song that you sing
Will speak louder than you
But always in a different language
Live
Do what you want
Do what you can
To be more than just yoursel
song performed by by Information Society
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Faith and truth
Faith is not truth; God is from faith.
Faith is an infinite belief.
God is an infinite image.
Faith is not truth; God is from faith.
23.06.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Beauty Of Fools
Cake your face
Watch as it flakes
Was it worth it?
Did you gain beauty?
Show the little girl
About the fake world
Where image rules
Beauty of fools
Spend hours at the mirror
Perfecting every error
Apply it all the time
For beauty divine
I don't agree
And when you look at me
See my perfections
The bumps and the wrinkles
At the same time natural beauty
poem by Mariam de Haan
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True, He is infinite Majesty, but He is also infinite Goodness and infinite Love. There can be no greater Lord than God; neither can there be a more ardent lover than He.
quote by Alphonsus Liguori
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Remember how in that communion only, beholding beauty with the eye of the mind, he will be enabled to bring forth, not images of beauty, but realities (for he has hold not of an image but of a reality), and bringing forth and nourishing true virtue to become the friend of God and be immortal, if mortal man may.N.B. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. See also Napoleon Bonaparte.
The Beauty
Beauty is the bliss
Contained in Five letters
Timeless Infinite;
In feasting the eyes
Harmonious and melodious
To the ears
And in the sweet heart
Which lies behind these Joys;
In the nature
The greenery, the rivers and mountains
The flora and fauna
The full moon
Lies beauty In the union of the hearts
And in the intoxication it creates;
and in their separation
pain and hurt Is present beauty
When we get what we desired
And Also retaining that which we got
Lies beauty In prettiness,
in loving hearts In youthfulness,
in charm In naivety of girls
and their aesthetic sensuality
Are all beauty to beauty
Also the heart which is melt in
and burnt
In deep sorrow and insult
And in their experience
And in their liking;
Lies the trait of beauty
poem by Varanasi Ramabrahmam
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God himself
He whom you can explicitly see is not God,
And he who was the strongest; without the most
minuscule form appearing even in flaming sunlight; was
not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God
himself....
He whom you can profoundly feel is not God,
And he who was entirely ungraspable; without even
leaving an untidy footprint after majestically
traversing on soil; was not one of God’s infinite
disciples; but God himself....
He whom you could magnificently create is not God,
And he who exists in an incomprehensibly fathomless
myriad of forms; was not one of God’s infinite
disciples; but God himself....
He whom you can profusely imagine is not God,
And he who remains perpetually obscure even after
floating in each particle of the exotic atmosphere;
was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God
himself....
He whom you can vividly dream about is not God,
And he who propelled every brain to think beyond
corridors of the unbelievably extraordinary; was not
one of God’s infinite disciples; but God himself...
He whom you can coin your destiny with is not God,
And he who was maneuvering the lives of boundless at
the mere tip of his little finger; was not one of
God’s infinite disciples; but God himself.....
He whom you can cremate is not God,
And he who was immortally living; since unprecedented
centuries ago even before this earth was created; was
not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God
himself...
He whom you can admire is not God,
And he who was bestowing an everlasting labyrinth of
beauty every unfurling second; was not one of God’s
infinite disciples; but God himself...
He whom you can wholeheartedly cry for is not God,
And he who was incessantly replacing tears of all
mankind with omnipresent smiles; was not one of God’s
infinite disciples; but God himself......
He whom you can bid a celestial adieu is not God,
And he who was spawning countless for every entity
withering; was not one of God’s infinite disciples;
but God himself.....
He whom you can fabulously describe is not God,
And he was all Omniscient; having already embodied the
scriptures of holy tomorrow even before the world had
begun; was not one of God’s infinite disciples; but
God himself....
He whom you can devotedly chant till times beyond
eternity is not God,
And he who irrefutably steered every lip on this
globe; to propagate the essence of benevolent
existence; was not one of God’s infinite disciples;
but God himself....
He whom you can belligerently fight for is not God,
And he who evolved the most marvelously wonderful
species of creation called “Man”; was not one of God’s
infinite disciples; but God himself....
He whom you perpetually kept close to your chest was
not God,
And he who made every single heart throb for the
person it loved; was not one of God’s infinite
disciples; but God himself....
He whom you witnessed blossoming was not God,
And he who stood taller than the Sun; to illuminate
every miserably darkened cranny of trembling soil; was
not one of God’s infinite disciples; but God
himself.....
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
poem by Nikhil Parekh
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The Beauty Of A Poem
The beauty of a poem
The beauty of music
The beauty of light
The beauty of life
The beauty which makes us want to live life more
The beauty which pains us inside
The beauty in longing.
The beauty we come upon by surprise
The beauty of the day and the beauty of the night
The beauty we all have inside us
The beauty we can see and feel and never explain
The beauty that lifts us up
The beauty that makes us want to live more
The beauty that makes us reach out to God
The beauty we want to thank God for
The beauty of lilacs
The beauty of autumn leaves
The beauty of the people we love
The beauty that pervades life
The beauty that turns away from us
And will not let us be a part of it
The beauty we hold on to fragilely
As a driven leaf
The beauty the beauty the beauty
Oh life oh God of goodness oh death
The beauty we can never see
And the Beauty within us all
Oh God
The Beauty in us and Beyond us all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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