The desire to fly is an idea handed down to us by our ancestors who... looked enviously on the birds soaring freely through space... on the infinite highway of the air.
quote by Wilbur Wright
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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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This moment exhibits infinite space, but there is a space also wherein all moments are infinitely exhibited, and the everlasting duration of infinite space is another region and room of joys.
quote by Thomas Traherne
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Sitting Alone at Mount Jingting
Vanished are the birds upon soaring high,
Save a cloud solitary, floats freely by.
Tired not of reciprocating one another's gaze,
Thou, and thou only, Mount Jingting and I.
poem by Li Po, translated by Andrew W.F. Wong
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When he was alive, he looked enviously at any dates. When he died, they hung a bunch for him
Highway To Heaven
A beginning without an end
Is a meaning to something infinite
I have ran out of solutions
And came to this conclusion
My destination is highway to heaven
There used to be light at the end of the tunnel
Now it’s all so dark
And where I am going there is no turning back
My destination is highway to heaven
Head in the clouds hoping, praying for better days
Because I know in God’s hands lie my destiny
My destination is highway to heaven
To built up the pressure, grow a conscience
And then turn the man into an intellectual psychopath
So he could be acknowledge by those who are blocking his way
My destination is highway to heaven
To go through what I have been through
And then collapse
Well hell, I’m on my way to heaven.
poem by Landsley Alexandre
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Flying
All life through
Just the two -
Two birds freely flying
Two birds tacitly trying -
Together they always flew
Because they always knew
To not fly
Was to die -
Therefore, together, they always, always flew...
Right up until,
The very day their lives were through...
When they were gone
Friends gathered to sing them this love song:
'Birds of a feather were they
Always flying together unto the last day -
For what they knew is true,
Birds of a feather
Die fearless, and freest, together -
They never stopped flying,
They never stopped trying,
Until dying
They went forever together,
To freely fly
And never more die,
Nor even part -
Eternally connected, soul to soul,
And heart to heart. '
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Soaring the Sky
Soaring the sky with an Angel of Beauty
The Dragon protects his Angel’s heart
Flying peacefully with her above the blue sea
That forever his glory is the Angel a part
Soaring the sky with an Angel of Clarity
The Angel opens the Dragon’s fierce eyes
From his hellish surmise to her angelic verity
His eyes become calm, a wise Dragon begins to arise
Soaring the sky freely as they always wish to be
As the Angel of Beauty and Clarity is one of the same
As protecting his Angel is his priority duty
As each other’s heart and soul they forever claim
Soaring the sky together above heaven’s flight
As they sail the clouds among the ocean of winds
Where the blaze of their love burns eternally bright
As they feel the heavenly love they share within
Soaring the sky he flies with her overflowing loving prosperity
Below the full bright moon with a zephyr breeze
Because spreading his wings with her is pure serenity
That forever protecting and loving his Angel he desires to be
poem by Christopher Cardoso
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Space is almost infinite. As a matter of fact, we think it is infinite.
quote by Dan Quayle
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Working On The Highway
Friday nights pay night guys fresh out of work
Talking about the weekend scrubbing off the dirt
Some heading home to their families some looking to get hurt
Some going down to stovell wearing trouble on their shirts
I work for the county out on 95
All day I hold a red flag and watch the traffic pass me by
In my head I keep a picture of a pretty little miss
Someday mister Im gonna lead a better life than this
Working on the highway laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway all day long I dont stop
Working on the highway blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway, working on the highway
I met her at a dance down at the union hall
She was standing with her brothers back up against the wall
Sometimes wed go walking down the union tracks
One day I looked straight at her and she looked straight back
Working on the highway...
I saved up my money and I put it all away
I went to see her daddy but we didnt have much to say
Son cant you see that shes just a little girl
She dont know nothing about this cruel cruel world
We lit out down to florida we got along all right
One day her brothers came and got her and they took me in a black and white
The prosecutor kept the promise that he made on that day
And the judge got mad and he put me straight away
I wake up every morning to the work bell clang
Me and the warden go swinging on the charlotte county road gang
Working on the highway...
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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I handed my passport to the immigration officer, and he looked at it and looked at me and said, ""What are you?""
quote by Grace Hopper
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Wakes The Blood
Walking alone in
the dishevelled inner space
I find peace in my failure,
an innocent patch of a silent hurt.
The futility of hollow beliefs
crawls like a spent thunder.
Truth remains unborn.
I cross a bridge where eterniry begins.
The freaks chase the shadow for a while,
the idea so excruciating
they melt in conspiracy of silence.
In oneness and suchness
the harmony drips
from infinite pores.
The seed has a history.
Lost in resonance of outer space,
now wakes the blood,
distorting the ripples.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Unmoved Mover, see who am I!
The Unmoved Mover!
The universe that moving,
The universe that is changing,
The universe that is playing,
Projecting and hiding,
Playing that hide and seek,
Who is that hides and who is that seeks,
Who is that moving the infinite universe?
The one, who that can Be moved by prayers,
Does he really move,
And can He move, before He move worlds for us?
He is infinite, filling all space,
Can he move the universe,
can he move it without the space
Can He move it without 'Time'
When He fills the space,
how can he move himself
or how can he move something in space?
He is the Unmoved Mover of universe,
He himself created room,
He Himself moved Himself in Himself
Creating Himself the time and space,
He Himself manifested at different points
And keeping space between these points,
Infinite He split himself into elements
five or a few
And created particles and forces between,
That expanded matter and space,
Created events,
so that the time has any meaning,
He Himself became nucleotides and cells,
Joined them as building blocks,
To build house for himself,
And became homesick always,
Yet wept for his lost glory and beauty,
Wanted to have back all that lost and hide,
When He was busy in building a nest for own!
He was thinker without brain,
And He is that,
He is I am,
'I am' is he,
If you ask 'who are you thee and
where are you thee? '
He replies, Iam tree in this tree,
I am the stone in this stone,
I am the star in this star,
Iam the air in atmosphere,
Iam the water in rivers and ocean,
I am the bacteria in this bacterial house,
Iam the bull in this bulls body,
I am the grass at your feet,
I am you in your body,
I am that in which I feel,
When you ask me who are me,
I say I a proud Hindu,
Or I say I am a proud sikh
Or I am a proud muslim
Or I am proud Christian,
Or A proud Aryan But I fail to say,
I am humble human,
Iam like point in infinite
universe, and is a child of God, all
are his children, so we are
brother and sisters!
And I am that infinite when I am in my own infinite glory and infinite beauty!
Look through you, I look at myself,
Look around, I look at myself from all around,
Look I am talking to myself,
I am that call myself as you when I see from that point from this point of space and time, both which have no existence without my folly in wisdom or wisdom in folly!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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An Idea
An Idea can change the world, how many
things can be done from an idea, every piece
of object was an idea, sense the beginning of
time idea was the first thought created in the
mind, an idea is what surround’s every being.
But an idea is still only an idea and it can't be
felt, you cannot touch an idea or kiss it, or hold it,
ideas do not bleed or feel pain or love, an idea
cannot be seen or heard, its created in our thoughts,
but then again an idea can become real. An idea
can be what ever you which it to be, an idea can
be destructive, an idea can be brilliant, I've seen
people get killed in the name of ideas, ideas,
we walk around with a little
light bulb blinking in our thoughts, ideas.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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I Thank God (Catena Rondo)
I thank God for the infinite blue sky,
for every day that is truly amazing,
for tiny birds fluttering on a wing,
I thank God for the infinite blue sky,
for every day that is truly amazing
for living on this big old mother earth
where every day is to something a birth,
for every day that is truly amazing
for living on this big old mother earth,
for existing here and merely being
in times of winter and during the spring,
for living on this big old mother earth
for existing here and merely being
I thank God for the infinite blue sky
for the look of care and love in your eye,
for existing here and merely being,
I thank God for the infinite blue sky,
for every day that is truly amazing,
for tiny birds fluttering on a wing,
I thank God for the infinite blue sky.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Virgin Love Always Blosoms
I'll not need to possess your kiss
and sequester it
in my soul space prematurely.
I'll not need to pick you up
and carry you across the threshold.
No urge here to possess you
even if I urgently feel the need
since that is only really possible voluntarily;
flowers only really open to sunshine
warmth and feelings,
and you are my best flower-lover.
I'll not urge you to excess beyond your reach
but wait for your natural desires to mature
and move toward me
ripened eyes
open and willing;
that way is best.
Love's Gem is clearest
when freely given.
Desire is fruit
best plucked not to early
preceded best by the patience
that true love brings.
If time is the secret ingredient
that love needs
then here are the years and moments
I am willing to concede.
So take from me what you need
freely given
and I will fill you up
slowly
in the way Love
makes possible
because love
and the desire to feel
is cherished and needed
married or single.
So if I hear your gentle cry
as we both relinquish
our virginities back once again
all would have been
worth the wait of pain and separation
as we contemplate
taking our vows again
re-united.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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To Fly
I watch the birds as they fly in the sky
On a peaceful and sunny day
I close my eyes and I let out a sigh
How I wish on a wing with them I could stay.
As in the sky they are soaring above all man
They are so much closer and clearer to GOD
Oh how I wish I wasn't bounded upon the land
As they are the dreams that I have sought.
Just to soar in the sky either day and night
And just to sail the oceans of the sky above
As to me there is not a happier sight
And to myself I think there probably never was.
I wish that I could take up wings and fly
And no longer be home or earthen bound
To be a free soul and just sail the sky
And then maybe one day touch the ground.
To feel the breeze constantly upon my face
The pleasures only birds and angels do know
If that one gift was given upon by GOD's grace
Then I might realize some secrets GOD does know.
So until that time I will just dream and wish
That up in the sky I am sailing and soaring high
Though it I never did and already it I miss
Oh how I wish I was like a bird and fly in the sky.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Space, and space again, is the infinite deity which surrounds us and in which we are ourselves contained.
quote by Max Beckmann
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Rockin Down The Highway
Tom johnston
Got those highway blues, cant you hear my motor runnin
Flyin down the road with my foot on the floor
All the way in town they can hear me comin
Fords about to drop, she wont do no more
And I smell my motor burnin
Underneath the hood is smoke
Cant stop, and I cant stop
Got to keep on movin or Ill lose my mind
Oh, rockin down the highway
Oh, rockin down the highway
Oh, rockin down the highway
Oh, rockin down the highway
The highway patrol got his eyes on me
I know what hes thinkin and it aint good
Im movin so fast he can barely see me
Gonna lose that man, I know I should
I gotta kick in my pedal
Make my ford move a little bit faster
Cant stop, and I cant stop
Got to keep on movin or Ill lose my mind
Oh, rockin down the highway
Oh, rockin down the highway
Oh, rockin down the highway
Oh, rockin down the highway
song performed by by Doobie Brothers
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Primal Death
Space
Time
Space
Travel
Raining
Ai ming
Space
Time
Space
Expanding
Un iting
Increasing
Space
Time
Space
Sweeping
Restraining
Stretching
Space
Time
Space
Wrestling
Throwing
Throwi ng up
Space
Time
Space
Falling
Sinkin g
Overturning
Space
Time
Space
Whi rling
Space
Time
Space
Disturbing
Space
Time
Space
Whirring
Space
Ti me Space
Erring at
Nothing
poem by August Stramm
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Like a Flying Bird
Recovered,
Succeeded,
Exalted,
Abased;
Freely nted is the muse of your love,
But the birds always know where they fly to.
Quietness,
Dwellings,
Resting,
Places;
Freely noted by the works of your act,
But my love to you is like a flying bird.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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