Everything depends therefore on encountering thought at its source. Such thought is the reality of man's being, which achieved consciousness and understanding of itself through it.
quote by Karl Jaspers
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Thought
Thought, I love thought.
But not the juggling and twisting of already existent ideas
I despise that self-important game.
Thought is the welling up of unknown life into consciousness,
Thought is the testing of statements on the touchstone of consciousness,
Thought is gazing onto the face of life, and reading what can be read,
Thought is pondering over experience, and coming to conclusion.
Thought is not a trick, or an exercise, or a set of dodges,
Thought is a man in his wholeness, wholly attending.
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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Then I Met You
Then I met you
Thought that Id be happy
Going to be so happy
Living life alone and never sharing anything
Thought that I was finished
Thought that I was complete
Thought that I was whole instead of being half of something
Thought that I was growing
Growing older, wiser
Understanding why this world held nothing for my spirit
Thought that I was destined
Destined to be nothing
Destined to be nothing in this world and then I met you.
I met you
Thought that God had failed me
Thought my prayers were useless
Thought that he would never give the chance for me to praise him
Thought the book was written
Thought the game had ended
Thought the song was sung and I could never sing another
Thought my faith was misplaced
Thought my back was broken
Broken by a weight that I was never fit to carry
Thought I knew this city
Thought I knew all about it
And then one night I went to morningside and you were waiting
I met you
song performed by by Proclaimers
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When a Consciousness Begins to Lift
When a consciousness begins to lift...
To leave behind foolishness that exists.
There seems to be an acceptance of it.
As if one realizes,
A birth has been committed.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
A release of limitations,
Easily takes a shift.
No longer is one concerned,
About winning conflicts with enemies burned.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
It becomes easier to observe,
Those disturbed and their afflictions addicted.
Enjoyed and unrestricted.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
It is best to rest.
And let it accept the truth,
That comes with it.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Expect a shock and some loneliness.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Those experiencing this,
Are left to feel estranged!
Alienated,
From that...
Which one had thought,
Was sane!
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Enjoy it as a gift.
Unveiling an abundance of understanding.
Connecting a peace that can be reached.
With a wish to share and treat.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
From those taught they should live,
With lives accepted in self defeat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What is the source of all this trouble? I'm saying that the source is basically in thought. Many people would think that such a statement is crazy, because thought is the one thing we have with which to solve our problems. That's part of our tradition.
quote by David Bohm
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Often times I've wondered
if a mere understanding of my surroundings
would enhance my ability to comprehend
the irony of reality.
Yet
I have never been able to complete this thought.
Other times
my mind appears to be preoccupied with curiosities
which I fail to realize at that particular time
are irrelevant.
Still
it can be seen through observation
that no matter how difficult a situation may be to understand
regardless of its circumstances
remains unchanged.
It would seem then
that reality is nothing more
than a reflection
of that which it is.
Consider if you will
the idea of thinking
stimulated only by the thought itself.
For
that which the mind can see
cannot be felt simply
by a touch of the flesh.
Likewise
that which cannot be heard
cannot be disputed verbally
by sound.
And
that which is neither seen nor heard
can only be questioned
from within.
Uncertainty
I am sure
creates its own doubt.
poem by Jeanette Pope Hailsham
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Moments of Thought
Moments of thought, flowing in like a river wild
Crashing against the shore of my inner most self
Motions of reality, intertwined with fantasy of bright skies and solid gold
One moment of this thought, another moment of that thought
Moments of thought, as construction workers build a structure
hammer, nails sounds of progress, higher my thoughts are built
Motions of truth, mixed with purpose of success and prosperity
One moment of this thought and another moment of that thought
Moments of thought, flowing, building
My thoughts of self, my intimate me
Reality, fantasy, truth with success and prosperity
Thoughts come and thoughts go, this that and the other
Collective Thought
If you take the analogy of the sea with waves
you will see we are all the same.
We are all one collective consciousness like the sea
but then singular like the wave as one human being.
It is a illusion to harm someone without harming yourself
if we realized this we would change our train of thought.
To seek revenge is like cutting off your own hand
we are One consciousness if you can understand.
The Beings of Light just see us as a sea of color
we are separate vibrations but we are still like one another.
So look for the good in everyone to change the
collective thought—
we are all in this together to help turn things about.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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I Am Consciousness
I am consciousness, existences and bliss.
Hold the light for everyone you do insist.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless the people you have on your list.
I am consciousness, existence bliss,
think a good thought to those that are missed.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless those you wouldn’t even kiss.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
heal relationships where anger exists.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless those you cherish.
Written By Christina Sunrise on February 4,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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A Thought Away
You are just a thought away
no need to ask you to stay
I have you forever in my mind
I can live happily content blind
You are just a thought away
Just a smile away
and free I can be
thinking of you and someday
maybe reality will change
and you won't just be a thought..
and you will be closer than I think
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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The ill effects of thought come about when we forget that thought is a function of our consciousness... an ability that we as human beings have. We are the producers of our own thinking.
quote by Richard Carlson
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No Thing To Fear
Fear source
No where
Fear source
No thing
Fear thought
Cold sweat
Fear thought
Shrieks
Fear dream
No time
Fear dream
No place
What am I afraid of?
What is that?
Fear come and get me
Do it now
Nothing happens..
Suddenly
Sublime grace
All encompassing light
All fear evaporated
New born
This moment
A breath of life
poem by Wim Haverkamp
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I Am Consciousness
I am consciousness, existences and bliss.
Hold the light for everyone you do insist.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless the people you have on your list.
I am consciousness, existence bliss,
think a good thought to those that are missed.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless those you wouldn’t even kiss.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
heal relationships where anger exists.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless those you cherish.
Written By Christina Sunrise on February 4,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Losing My Mind
“I think...”
I thought
but I had no sooner
thought the thought
than it claimed
independence from me.
“Thought is free! ”
it shouted in ringing Shakespearean tones.
I acted
at once
imprisoned it
in some deep dank dark dungeon
at the back of my mind
knowing that
if it succeeded
in seceding from me
& gained autonomy
that other thoughts
would come
(one upon one)
until they eclipsed
me in a wink
think me
out of existence.
I put down
the rebellion
with extreme
prejudice
but now find
I have inaugurated
Guerrilla warfare
as thoughts
snipe at me
blow up the bridges
of consciousness
that I think
into being.
I feel myself
weakening
and fear becoming
a prisoner
in my own
mind
kept in chains
(mentally speaking)
by the Thought
Police
and what
I am
thinking
of trying not to
think.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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You Came Out Of Nowhere
I thought I heard a sound
Somebody calling out to me
So I turned around
Strangers as far as I could see
Drifting through this crowd
Barely awake form last nights dream
I call your name out loud
I never thought youd answer
You came out of nowhere baby
Just when I felt like giving up
Do you know where Ive been searching
Everywhere this side of reality
This side of eternity
Whyd you take so long
Man I thought youd never get here
I waited for the dawn
Never finding you was my one fear
Its dark before its light
And just when you cant believe your eyes
Morning breaks bright and the storm is over
You came out of nowhere baby
Just when I felt like giving up
Do you know where Ive been searching
Everywhere this side of reality
This side of eternity
You came out of nowhere baby
Just when I thought it was all too much
Do you know where Ive been searching
Everywhere this side of reality
This side of eternity
It might have rained for the rest of my life
But you came along
It could have been pain for all of these nights
But you came to stay
You came out of nowhere baby
Just when I felt like giving up
Do you know where Ive been searching
Everywhere this side of reality
This side of eternity
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Some Impatiently Must Review Lessons
We are human.
And everyone with a taste of experience,
Wishes to have the last word.
And those who seek it,
Get it.
With a lesson for them...
Questioned whether or not,
One has been learned.
Those wanting to comprehend,
Choose to listen.
With understanding as the condition.
Acknowledging a wisdom has been achieved.
Leaving those who get their last word,
Hearing what 'they' say...
And nothing else is perceived.
Some impatiently must review lessons...
Mistakenly thought taught.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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0222 Return to the Golden Age
We are like salmon, swimming back upstream:
leaping against waterfalls that thwart,
cut and bruised; but strong; our only dream
return to source; no thought save source of thought;
and in that fight, our iron age turns to bronze,
and we to heroes, in a war of soul,
as nature seeks the nature it had once;
though wholly lost, remembering the whole.
We silver salmon, sparkling as the sun
shines on our fierce and loving enterprise:
to rear our children where the world is one;
the source remembered, nature's greatest prize.
The golden age is ageless in its gleam
and we, like salmon, swimming back upstream.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Of God he would not speak.
I thought that he'd believe
though of God he would not speak.
I thought with God he'd stand,
though he'd miss him every week.
I thought that God'd be real
to the man I learned to love.
I thought that he'd see reason
that there's a creator up above.
I thought I'd always knew.
I'd had my suspicions anyway.
I thought that knowledge beforehand
would've stopped truth from darkening my day.
Dark Horse
You thought that you knew where I was and when
But it looks like theyve been foolin you again,
You thought that youd got me all steaked out
But baby looks like Ive been breaking out
Im a dark horse
Running on a dark race course
Im a blue moon
Since I stepped from out of the womb
Ive been a cool jerk
Looking for the source
Im a dark horse.
You thought you had got me in your grip
Baby looks like you was not so smart
And I became too slippery for you
But let me say that was nothing new.
Im a dark horse
Running on a dark race course
Im a blue moon
Since I picked up my first spoon
Ive been a cool jerk
Looking for the source
Im a dark horse
I thought that you knew it all along
Until you started getting me not right
Seems as if you heared a little late
But I warned you when
We both were at the starting gate
Im a dark horse
Running on a dark race course
Im a blue moon
Since I stepped from out of the womb
Ive been a cool jerk
Cooking at the source
Im a dark horse.
song performed by by George Harrison
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Prayer beyond praying for
Sometimes, perhaps, the question,
what is prayer? Am I missing
something too precious, not to know of?
Don’t ask. Instead,
peel a potato; scrub a carrot;
find there, prayer –
all your senses, all your faculties,
seeking the very source of things;
finding their own source;
focussed to a fine fine point
on knowledge; consciousness; and bliss;
and love; let’s not forget the love;
that’s prayer. Standing very still by
the childbed, the marriage bed, or the deathbed –
your whole being concentrated in a fine fine point;
so many perfections found to be
in so many perfect places,
in so many moments out of passing time.
And in the stillness after action,
prayer was there before you sought.
You were always prayer.
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[after a thought from Plotinus]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Source Of Confort
God is a source of energy
God is a source of light
God is a source of love
God is a source of peace
God is a source of comfort
God is a source of hope
God is a source of freedom
God is a source of praise
poem by Aldo Kraas
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