I like the fact that in ancient Chinese art the great painters always included a deliberate flaw in their work: human creation is never perfect.
quote by Madeleine L'Engle
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A diamond with a flaw is better than a common stone that is perfect.
Today painters do not have to go to a subject matter outside of themselves. Most modern painters work from a different source. They work from within.
quote by Jackson Pollock
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Why?
Perfect
A word that all human wants to be,
including me! !
What is perfect?
why we always want to be perfect?
why?
Did i perfect when all my friends love me?
OR
Didn't i when all my frieds hate me?
But my parents always said that human is 'not perfect'! !
why we always want to be perfect?
all of us! ! !
The word perfect is only for God
human is not qualify for that.
Even though we know that we will never be perfect,
we still trying.
Until what? THE END OF THIS WORLD! ! ! ! ! ! !
But why? ? ?
please God! !
tell me..........
I'm going 'insane'
poem by Qistina Zaini
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Today... 'The Author and Finisher of our faith
Before the seconds of time had begun.
At the great council of the Triune One.
A plan was devised for the salvation of man
and was agreed upon before all life began.
Such an awesome and incredible plan
to condense Yourself and become a man.
The Immortal, Invisible, God Only Wise
took on all our mortality to pay sins price.
Then that awful day came in Your great plan
when the Author of Life was taken by man
and made to climb the steep hill to Calvary's tree.
There You lay down Your life for sin and set us free.
'It is finished' was your victory cry
as You gave Your life in a final sigh.
Finished completely was that work of grace.
Salvation made possible for the human race.
Completing the work that You came to do
all Your followers made perfect in You.
Each having a righteousness not of their own
but from the One seated on the heavenly throne.
Fixing our eyes upon the Risen Lord
Who for the joy before Him the cross endured.
Made perfect through suffering sin and its shame
and been given the Name above every name.
All Creation joins in the victory song
united in one great heavenly throng.
To the Author and Finisher of Faith we sing
gathered in heaven before our glorious King.
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box below)
Haluk's Credo
There is a universal power, supreme and limitless
Holy and sublime, with all my heart, so
do I believe
The earth is my homeland, my nation all humankind;
A person becomes human only by knowing this, so
do I believe
We are Satan, and jinn, there's no devil, no angels
Human beings will turn this world into paradise, so
do I believe
The perfect is immanent in creation; in that perfection
By way of the Torah, of the Gospels, of the Koran
do I believe
The children of humanity are each other's siblings... a dream?
Then so be it, for in that dream, with all my heart and soul,
do I believe
No one eats human flesh; deep-down, in this solace
-Forgetting my ancient ancestors for a moment-
do I believe
Blood nourishes violence and violence blood; this enmity
Is a flame in the blood that blood never quenches, so
do I believe
Surely this graveyard-existence will be followed
By refulgent resurrection, with utter certainty, so
do I believe
Before the miracle of that great sorcerer, reason,
Superstition will sink frustrated, into the earth, so
do I believe
poem by Tevfik Fikret
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0012 Creation?
Creation out of
nothing, nowhere, no-whence?
How much more intriguing
and possible,
even probable,
if Creation came out of
everything, everywhere,
everythere, everywhence..
alltime, allspace, all,
which is after all - or before all -
what we all wish to return to,
enjoy, and be, and know…
scientists, why not meet
philosophers, worshippers,
and poets, where Creation is all
just a great big work of art
made out of forever-love and therefore-law, as
one and all?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Mystics Contemplate The Perfection Of Mary
there are mystics born knowing shadows
there are mystics esoteric knowledge trained
mystics visionary attain redeemed harmony
a new state to replace perfect an original state
of Edenic innocence a new state allowing God
new redeemed individual birth creation souls
self-awareness interacting with a creation
both part of and distinct from Father fire
Christ light Holy Spirit living principle a
divine life infusing God interactive in flesh
allowing free will to become the most important
gift God gives to creation humanity allowing
each individual human being to seek divine
grace as a deliberate choice while still allowing
humans to remain individuals as God offers
parent love to humanity an incarnation Christ
shares our suffering as God bears a suffering
incorporate now a necessary part of creation
in Christ a new harmony became possible
Son of God became human through a Virgin
Mary like all other women born human in
flesh subject to sin elected through grace to
inherit a sinless state Mary did not transform
the Word the Word transformed child Mary
Holy Spirit came down upon was poured out upon
Mary as Holy Spirit upon all reborn true Christians
is poured out for the will the glory of our Father God
First stanza quoted from the poem ‘Mystics Redeemed Attain Harmony’ by Terence George Craddock. For a reference to the power of interactive Holy Spirit read Luke 1: 26-34, Matthew 1: 18-25, John: 1: 9-17, Acts 2: 1 18.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sorry I Am Not Perfect
I'm sorry for lying
I'm sorry for trying
I'm sorry for crying
I'm sorry for dying
I'm sorry Mom
I'm sorry Dad
I'm sorry for being bad.
I'm sorry not being a good lad.
I'm sorry for disobeying
I'm sorry for being dishonest
I'm sorry for being so churlish
Although I never said sorry
This is one way for being so naughty.
I may not be the perfect daughter.
I may not be the perfect sister.
I may not be even a perfect friend.
But I am not a perfect women.
My body isn't perfect.
My speech isn't perfect..
My work isn't perfect...
Why aren't I perfect?
poem by Monica Rose
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God's eyes are different
God knows all that happen.
With His consent they happen.
Miseries are included.
Injustice is included.
His eyes are different.
Human eyes are different.
23.06.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The fact that biological, or ""natural"" rules might help in the creation of a computer generated work of art is interesting, but even a wonderful work of art made in this fashion isn't the same as a person, with all his or her experiences and emotions involved, making art.
quote by Steven Levy
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The Alpha and the Omega
lost of many words where
to say but it is
confined in my most
conventional
way of saying that
the world we live in
is a place, suited for
human being to
procreate our species
when the ultimate
source of life takes the most
, benevolent decision,
to create, it is a
purposely plan that
the place be in the
beneath with so many
beautiful stars in the
universe
it's an aura of creation,
that shadow the essence
of God's ultimate work
a perfect harmony of all
created above and under
heaven, a state of alpha's
illumination of energy
all is created, with purpose
a lines that every one's
heart will amen, that for every breath
of life is free, a gift to remember
the meaning of creation and
a God who is the omega of
all
poem by Antonio Liao
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Better a diamond with a flaw than a pebble without one.
The human element, the human flaw and the human nobility - those are the reasons that chess matches are won or lost.
quote by Viktor Korchnoi
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Part of what we love about poetry is the fact that it seems ancient, that it has an authority of ancient language and ancient form, and that it's timeless, that it reaches back.
quote by Robert Morgan
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A diamond with a flaw is preferable to a common stone with none.
A diamond with a flaw is worth more than a pebble without imperfections.
How the Light's let In (An imperfect poem)
Everything lacks perfection
In the smallest particle there’s a flaw
Imperfection is our protection
Imperfection’s an immutable law
There’s a tiny crack in everything
But tis how the light’s let in
There exists no perfect circle
An impossibility, a linear line
Nor persists a faultless square
Nor a truly enlightened mind
Yet.. There’s a tiny crack in everything
And tis how the light’s let in
There’s no such thing as perfection
There’s no such condition as ‘just right’
No such thing as exact recollection
No such thing as ‘perfect sight’
there’s a tiny crack in everything
No matter how wide or thin
It’s the flaw that keeps the dark without
And tis how the light’s let in
poem by David Whalen
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Man Made
Creation of hate
creation of war
creation of the devil
and his merry men
Man made fibres
in the human form
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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It is my deliberate opinion that the one essential requisite of human welfare in all ways is scientific knowledge of human nature.
quote by Harriet Martineau
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From The Void To Overjoyed
In the beginning the Lord created a great deep,
So deep that no eye saw anything but obscurity.
This deep we now by name call the heavens,
Accompanied by the creation of great vacancy
A formless void that is uninterrupted by shapes.
It is the undefinable foundation for that yet to form,
A place we now think of as the planet earth,
Which passed the tests of the primeval, perfect storm.
Now with this creation comes the beginning of time,
And for measurement a transparent hourglass,
With an exact amount of sand enclosed within,
Which has until this moment been at an impasse.
Not a grain has been able to pass the constriction,
Until the Creator has commanded it to go.
As the primal beauty comes into existence,
Change enacts sand to fall in the chamber below.
With the passage of time within the hourglass
The Lord’s creation enlarges and expands;
It becomes the abode for another creation
The harvest of the Lord’s desires becomes Man.
To Man the hourglass is a no longer fashionable,
And it may even seem to be ruling his day.
So he looks to the Lord for a savior
For someone who-win or lose-will want to play.
The solution from the LORD is Woman,
A helpmate fashioned of Man’s own bone.
His dream has become his reward,
And She seems even better than homegrown.
Her figure is the perfect hourglass,
And her countenance is a bonny display.
Plainly It seems Man never saw the lady coming,
Since his plain morning bird became his bird of prey.
poem by Albert Price
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