All created beings are unmanifest in their beginning, manifest in their interim state, and unmanifest again when they are annihilated. So what need is there for lamentation
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Sufi
A broken reed. No longer
its feet in earth, its stalk in water;
what will become of it?
Taken by grace; cut; shaped
into new name, new form;
breathed into it, the breath of life;
the breath, heard by a song
unmanifest, that waits to be born
from cause to mind to sound:
how can this sound be described,
the joy of broken reed now flute?
Now the reed can sing; speaks
of how it cried its loss;
yearned to find itself again;
knowing in its heart
that wholeness waits, somewhere, for ever;
now it sings for joy, so purely that
no ears, no heart, can resist its call;
nevermore to part the reed, the flute, the song.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Lord Helps His Devotees
The voice falters
when it sings of the deeds of the Lord
who's an ocean of mercy.
He gave guileful Putana, who posed as his mother, a
mother's reward!
He of whom the Vedas and the Upanishads sing as the Unmanifest,
let Yashoda bind him with a rope,
lamented Ugrasena's grief,
and after killing Kansa made him king
paying him obeisance, bowing low;
Freed the kings held captive by jardsandha
at which the kingly hosts sang his praises;
removing Gautama's curse
he restored life to stone-turned Ahalya:'
all in a moment he rescued Braj's ruler from the sea-monster running to his
aid as a cow to her calf,"
he came hastening to rescue the king of the elephants;
he got Namadeva's hut thatched.
says Suradasa, O, make Hari hear my prayer.
poem by Sant Surdas
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Love is difficult: Isaac of Nineveh
Love is difficult
until it’s easy..
How to write of this,
unless, until, we’re like him.. old and wise and
blind with reading and austerity,
speaking of what he’d become;
so that we, enfolded in his love,
become a little, that of which he writes?
On his painful, joyful, great adventure
to become the world,
seen as Creation sees it,
his heart so loved the mind,
his mind so loved the heart; that
these two walked together,
climbed hard mountains,
washed in cool, fresh streams;
were compassionate of each other’s failings;
rejoiced in each other’s purity.
Call this what you know of it.
First, he sought the body’s freedom
to be the tool of what was asked of it;
call this what you know of it.
Then, he sought what the unconscious mind
threw up from depths yet still not deep enough:
‘logismoi’ was the name some gave:
those seeds of action which he learned to listen to
to know whether they brought light,
or that darkness which is hard, agitated, cold,
these all at once..
call this what you know of it.
Then, love was easy: nothing was profane,
nothing sacred; he, sanctified,
sanctified the world around him;
his soul, when you were near him,
seemed to exhale a subtle, joyful fragrance
which changed the air around him;
embraced you in unspoken prayer
for all the world in mind: even devils,
serpents, sin, were thus embraced;
is this purity, compassion?
Call this, what you know of it.
All things then revealed to him
the secret of their being;
the visible, teaching the invisible;
the manifest teaching the unmanifest.
It’s said that Isaac was described
as ‘priest of all the world,
celebrating at the altar of his heart’;
call this, what you know of it.
For love is difficult
until it’s easy.
*
{Saint Isaac of Nineveh was born c.625 AD/CE
at what is now Qatar on the shores
of the Persian Gulf; especially beloved
in 19th century Russia.}
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Epitaph on an army of mercenaries (in answer to A.E. Housman)
In the days that war was in heaven
when its halls was filled with dread,
Satan called holy beings to be heathen,
to wage war and in rebellion to spread.
There the uprising and terror was ended
while they led the human beings on earth astray,
what God created, these wanted suspended
to lead human beings to destruction and away.
[Reference: Epitaph on an army of mercenaries by A.E. Housman.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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I am only the house of your beloved
'I am only the house of your beloved,
not the beloved herself:
true love is for the treasure,
not for the coffer that contains it.'
The real beloved is that one who is unique,
who is your beginning and your end.
When you find that one,
you'll no longer expect anything else:
that is both the manifest and the mystery.
That one is the lord of states of feeling,
dependent on none;
month and year are slaves to that moon.
When he bids the 'state,'
it does His bidding;
when that one wills, bodies become spirit.
Since boredom advances and boredom is the root of all evil, no wonder, then, that the world goes backwards, that evil spreads. This can be traced back to the very beginning of the world. The gods were bored; therefore they created human beings.
quote by Soren Kierkegaard
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Love's the Only Thing Worth Dying for
Love's the only thing worth dying for, bleeding for:
From out of the whole world's total comings and goings,
The only commerce can absolve finally the emptiness
All the saints knew this: that to truly live abundantly
One must give oneself over to that slow, flameless burn
Renew the undying heart of love; encompassing holocaust
Then the purified heart becomes a hidden sun
With the fearful power suns contain, secretly within
Which the eternal mind of creation can combust;
Exhaust, the continuous machination of it's universes
Whose very cores ignite, when that unmanifest potential;
Of Love becomes too great, too strong to bear
To be resisted for one more instant out of time
The force borne toward and away from love, unbalanced
Creation's exigency bursts forth into being, out of fullness,
From a single dying exhalation of breath, either side of the fulcrum
Lit by the single fuse of one who once died, blossoming into love.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Yes Yes
when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low
when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same time
He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.
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poem by Charles Bukowski
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The Beginning and The End
The beginning and the end
Every moment the beginning and the end
Every breath the beginning and the end
Every thought the beginning end the end
Every feeling the beginning and the end
Every choice the beginning and the end
Every action he beginning and the end
Every breath the beginning and the end
The beginning and the end
Always together the beginning and the end
Nothing separates the beginning and the end
It is all one the beginning and the end
poem by Maria Manias
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Rembrandt's Darkness, Rembrandt's Light
Here’s a painting by Rembrandt van Rijn –
mark how he bestows the light…
the light of Rembrandt’s conscious painted scenes
falls where consciousness itself shines strongest:
here on a thinking head, deep
in contemplation of the truth invisible;
here on a melting heart; there,
on a pregnant belly full of life;
on this marriage bed, her body
dissolves into the light of love;
here, the golden helmet and the breastplate
say, heroism has descended on mere man.
But mark, too, that other miracle:
see in this corner, the area of black paint:
this is not darkness; not negation of the light;
this is what cannot comprehend the light;
this is the darkness of the unmanifest,
from which all miracles shall in time arise:
this is the black paint stroked on the canvas
by the same dazzling intelligence
which was Rembrandt; the light
yet stored in darkness; what would that light
of things seen, be, without the mind
that understood and marked the not yet lit?
The secret of that darkness fills
with a brightness that's more beautiful than beauty,
the mind that knows to shut its mortal eyes.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Tibetan Prayer
'om mani padme hung,
om mani padme hung...'
may all beings be freed from suffering.
may all beings breathe as one.
may all beings live in peace.
may all beings learn to give.
may all beings walk in unity.
may all beings walk in forgiveness.
may all beings lay down their weapons.
may all beings be fed and have shelter.
may all beings know they are loved.
may all beings join hands.
may all beings live in awareness.
may all beings be freed from suffering.
'om mani padme hung,
om mani padme hung...'
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Genesis Creation Science Affirms
From whence did prophet Moses
famous Biblical writers of Bible books;
gain knowledge of origin creation
which infuses Biblical books with facts;
proof scientific behold first book first line
Genesis boldly declares God's ultimate
authority in a statement spoken absolute;
'In the beginning God created the heavens
and the earth' worships most famous
most profound statement ever to be made;
first beginning best perfection creation
behold 'Elohim created The Beginning In
the heavens and the earth' Hebrew declares
proclaiming God created the earth heavens;
in the beginning of everything Creations
finest moment spoken into being by God;
philosophy imbues the beginning behold
God's declaration 'In The Beginning God
Created The Heavens And The Earth' argues
God's nature God as Creator proves God's
ownership of creation astounding makes
God's utterly extraordinary confession as an
Author of Creation who seeks to address
that which he has spoken into being written;
Genesis constitutes a philosophical creation
storm such as never was or will be ever again;
Genesis states core identities Genesis explains
all essence contains greatest promise ever made;
Genesis declares God seeks intimacy is intimate
examine scientific facts Science of Creation;
'In the beginning (time) God created the heavens
(space) and the earth (matter) ' meaning God
in very first verse of Genesis in the Bible states
God created time, space, matter! Great Scientists;
Philosophers did seek over thousands of years
to discover prove basic conceptions of creation;
components of or make up of the universe behold
twentieth century break through physicists state;
physics proves our entire vast universe is founded
upon time space matter as proclaimed in Genesis;
richest single line in all of literature so connected
to everything else this famous phrase marvel Jesus;
compressed the entire Law the Prophets with words
sacred 'love the Lord with all your heart and mind,
and your neighbor like yourself, ' recipe peace in
perfection an entire world your own duty household;
God and His Bride an entire Torah Bible Big-Bangs
culminates purpose in Christ and the Body of Christ.
First quotation Genesis 1: 1.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Free State!
Birth, growth, decay and death
All living beings undergo sure!
Hunger and old age make all
Depend each other for survival!
Sans discipline, rationality and
Control freedom can't be enjoyed!
To have carefree freedom from
All worries man should be birth-less!
Birth fixes death for all beings;
Birth and death are for body;
Body with mind and heart
Man lives life with all things.
Spiritual state is the free state
All have to strive to overcome woes!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Driven life
at the step of God beginning tells the
threshold of God's purpose, the majestic
creation of the universe
in every beginning there is always the
blueprint of its purpose, of what effects
gives to other existing beings
as the architect designs the best of his
work, all the edge and every angle has
already anticipated as to what is the out-
come and the loophole
God takes all the zooming light, viewing the
most delicate parts of his creation, as
the troop of angels carry the weight of
the holy water, the master planner has
already foreseen the weakness of his
creations
the creator has welcome all the unforeseen
and unexpected things to happen, for in every
inch of his work, the architect is part of it
manuals of the existence of life had already
printed, since the beginning of time, the
books of the prophets and their lives have
guaranteed all of what to live according to the
will of what the heart knows
there is always the purpose of why the heart
moves and driven by the soul, it’s the ultimate end
that deep in our faith, hope is always there to
carry our joy to the Father where the destiny of
one is the fulfillment of all created things in the
universe of a God-driven life
poem by Antonio Liao
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I couldn't have come up with a better metaphor for my life and my internal conflict. It amazes me how quickly we can manifest our fears; not only had I created my 'I'm never satisfied, I'll drive her away' nightmare.
quote by Kenny Loggins
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Even God Is A Racist
God is a racist because
In the beginning
He created two human beings
Named Adam and Eve, which looked different
And sounded different under the tent
Each owned ten toes
Ten fingers, two hands
One face, one head, one nose
Two feet to wear sandals in the sand
Eventually, Adam and Eve had fun
They produced children
Which followed the tradition
From generation to generation
They emulated their parents
Who had fun too under many tents
Which became too congested
Too crowded, too populated
Ultimately, they scattered to other areas
Things became really serious
They followed the stars and the sun
They followed the rain and the moon
Overtime, their skin tone changed
They looked strange and deranged
They spoke different languages
Some became wise and others outrageous
And some lost their memories
Their common sense and their decencies
God is a true racist
Because he created one human race
At a very slow pace
Where it is possible
Not impossible
For men and women to coexist
In peace.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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A Great Wonder Nature Is!
Sky, sea, mountains, falls, rivers, forests and fields;
Trees, leaves, flowers, fruits, bees, flies and birds;
Fish, reptiles, animals and men form living beings.
They are all creations of Nature created by God;
Naturally no doubt a great wonder Nature is ever!
Of all the beings man only has advanced by mind
And he feels a separate entity away from Nature
Due to attachment to body, matter and mind ever!
Galaxies, stars, planets and moon are boon of universe;
All pervading spirit is acting everything everywhere;
Nature is the matter It has created to do all wonders!
Man controls energy to do mechanical work by machines;
With materials he does all what is not naturally possible;
Yet, Nature’s wonders he cannot achieve by art or science!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Beginning To See The Light
(reed)
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Some people work very hard,
But still they never get it right.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Now Im beginning to see the light.
Wine in the morning
And some breakfast at night.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Here we go again
Playing the fool again.
Here we go again
Acting hard again.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Now Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Im beginning to see the light.
I wore my teeth in my hands
So I could mess the hair of the night
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Hey Im beginning to see the light.
I met myself in a dream
And I just wanna tell you - everything was alright
Im beginning to see the light.
Here comes two of you,
Which one will you chose?
One is black, one is blue.
Dont look just what to do.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Now Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Some people work very hard
But still they never get it right
Well Im beginning to see the light.
There are problems in these times
But none of them are mine
Baby, Im beginning to see the light.
Here we go again,
I thought that you were my friend.
Here we go again,
I thought that you were my friend.
How does it feel to be loved?
How does it feel to be loved?
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Doctor Online
DOCTOR ONLINE
It's the beginning of the end
You want things to go faster
It's the beginning of the end
Now everything's too slow for you
It's the beginning of the end
You are one step closer
It's the beginning of the end
Say Amen
1-800-SUICIDE
Or maybe Doctor Online could help you die
You need wings to fly
You need someone
To take your place
When you are gone
Is the beginning of the end
You know nothing last forever
A beginning of a trend
You need someone there to care for you
Is the beginning of the end
I don't think you understand
Just a beginning of a flatline
Together
song performed by by Zeromancer
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A World Of Our Own
As children when we played,
we created a world of our own.
We let our imagination take us
wherever we wanted to be.
One day we could be the super hero
rescuing the damsel in distress,
next day we could be a cowboy
riding along in the lonesome prairie.
Whatever we wanted to be
we could find it within our imagination.
A branch could be our rifle
as we played soldiers on parade
marching in front of some large crowd.
Every object that we touched
became whatever we wanted it to be
within that world of our own.
As we grew older
and reality crowed us in
some of us, retreated
and put pen to paper began to write.
Again, we let our imagination go
beginning with words;
we created a world of our own
as our visions of fantasy
danced around inside our head.
Taking us back to our childhood
and our imagination that we like to explore
in that wonderful state, we call
a world of our own.
5 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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