Did that soul reach you, God
Did that soul reach you, God
It was a soul occupying a human form
Which had all good qualities of a
Good human being
That human form chose not to
Get itself involved in the usually
Worldly living practices
By keeping itself off from the family web
And thus with no real need to make a living
But to live and be totally devoted
That human form was always in your praise
Devoting most of its time
In talking about you
In reading about you
And doing only such things
Related to you and your devotees
It was a human form
Which attempted in all possible ways
To make its audience
Feel the divine’s presence
And to enhance faith
In a long-standing spiritual tradition
It spent days and nights
In deciphering the scripts
And interpreting them
For the use of even less inclined group
There could be occasions
When this human form would have
Stirred feelings of some
With displeasing messages
But people know that
Such expressions are only
Unmasked intensions
But its care and affection
Are sincere and its well wishing
Would you take any far
It takes pride in its known people
Growing well
And marking scales in the society
The soul from such a human form
Departed a week back
All we heard from this human being
Is that
When the soul leaves a body
Which has been real devotee
Is well received by the angels in the heaven
Dressed well and decorated by them
Matching the looks of other heaven dwellers
All look alike including
The heavenly god form
And just reached soul after these face lifts
Is presented before God
Did that soul reach you
Did that soul reach you, God
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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From one Soul of the Universe are all Souls derived... Of these Souls there are many changes, some into a more fortunate estate, and some quite contrary... Not all human souls but only the pious ones are divine. Once separated from the body, and after the struggle to acquire piety, which consists in knowing God and injuring none, such a soul becomes all intelligence. The impious soul, however, punishes itself by seeking a human body to enter into, for no other body can receive a human soul it cannot enter the body of an animal devoid of reason. Divine law preserves the human soul from such infamy... The soul passeth from form to form and the mansions of her pilgrimage are manifold. Thou puttest off thy bodies as raiment and as vesture dost thou fold them up. Thou art from old, O Soul of Man yea, thou art from everlasting.
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Human beings
Lovely attractive
And gentle this
Human form
I'm human being.
In this human form
Anything can be achieved
By performing own duties
Without any attachment
Free from malice
Towards all beings.
Reaching goal
Where you are
My love my soul
I'm pure human being
And a lighted current flow.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Human Or a Soul?
What were we first, a human or a soul?
Humans age, die and then grow old.
Souls incarnate in form and never by itself grow old.
Why not make laws that help the soul grow,
not keep us in bondage in the human form.
All revolutions of mankind in controlled kingdoms,
where because the soul was stuck and needed it’s freedom.
Why not learn more about how a Highly Evolved Being would act,
Look at how they behave, think and live in a pack.
Why on our planet we need a new cultural story,
One that makes united as a people in all it’s glory.
Not this wasted time on wars and horror stories.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Human Or a Soul?
What were we first, a human or a soul?
Humans age, die and then grow old.
Souls incarnate in form and never by itself grow old.
Why not make laws that help the soul grow,
not keep us in bondage in the human form.
All revolutions of mankind in controlled kingdoms,
where because the soul was stuck and needed it’s freedom.
Why not learn more about how a Highly Evolved Being would act,
Look at how they behave, think and live in a pack.
Why on our planet we need a new cultural story,
One that makes united as a people in all it’s glory.
Not this wasted time on wars and horror stories.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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A Divine Image
Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secrecy the human dress.
The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace sealed,
The human heart its hungry gorge.
poem by William Blake
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For Mercy has a human heart, Pity, a human face, And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.
quote by William Blake
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The Divine Image
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
All pray in their distress;
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.
For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is God our Father dear,
And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is man, His child and care.
For Mercy has a human heart,
Pity, a human face,
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.
Then every man, of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine,
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.
And all must love the human form,
In heathen, Turk, or Jew;
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell
There God is dwelling too.
poem by William Blake from Songs of Innocence (1789)
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Devine Image
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
All pray in their distress,
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.
For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
Is God our Father dear;
And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
Is man, his child and care.
For Mercy has a human heart
Pity, a human face;
And Love, the human form divine;
And Peace, the human dress.
Then every man, of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine:
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.
And all must love the human form,
In heathen, Turk, or Jew.
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is dwelling too.
poem by William Blake
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Bring My Soul
No man
No women
Can retrieve the human soul
Nor can define and re-define
The central tendency of soul in sole
Exept human themselves
No man
No women
Can redeem the soulful sounds of soul
Neither at gliding shadows
Nor at loud darkness
Can they farbricate the smile to soul
Exept human themselves
No man, Yes!
No women
Can vanquish the greatness
Of distruction that's carried by the soul
Nor can comprehend the distortions
That are encompassed by the inner soul
Expet ofcause human themselves
No man
No women
In no given time
In no granted span
Can reverse the scars absorbed by the soul
No may rewind or remove the pain
Experienxed by the soul
Exept human themselves
poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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Angel An Echo Of My Soul
behold! an angel in the high above is in me,
.......a cloth of aura covers the whole area, an angel
has come, welcome a visitor that
brings good news, with a band of trumpet,
flute and lyre
alleluia let my soul rejoice, for a special winged human forms
......has turn in me a halos of wisdom and knowledge to
see more than i saw, believe more than i believed
and trust that leads my soul to the heaven i
adore
lou! my spirit move to the highest echelon of joy, an extraordinary
.....beauty that brings me to see beyond this universe as
i live, like a superhuman in a spirit form glows as
it touches in our human faculties, its the spirit
of God they brings
as the holy hosts of heaven, celestially lives with us, angels wings make
......its fast, to lead us near to God we trust, seraphim and
cherubim singing with us, where our beatific vision
be in one to the angel shall we stand, when the
heaven and earth will be gone
angels as we live, dear us always to God, to thy throne we are glad in
.....the most holy one we give our precious life i leave, oh!
messenger in many form, prophetic kingdom you
belong, gather us in the assembly of saints,
and be counted us.......One
poem by Antonio Liao
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A Human Body
Words and music by roger taylor
They were talking in whispers
In bear skins and fur
Captain scott and his heroes to be
To have laboured so long
To have made it this far
Ooh its been such a long ride
Ooh you know its been a long way
For a human human human
For a human body you see
Can you believe it happens?
Now it happens here
Do you believe do you believe or really care
Can you believe it happens?
Now it happens here
To a human human
With a human body you see
There aint nobody gets out of this moonlight
Today is surprisingly fair
Oh oh oh oh woo woo
Weve got problems the lone ranger cant fix
The invisible man couldnt see
It takes a tough guy
To learn some new tricks
Ooh it takes such a long time
Ooh its been such a long way
For a human human human
For a human body you see
Can you believe it happens?
Now it happens here
Do you believe do you believe or really care
Can you believe it happens?
Now it happens here
To a human human
With a human body you see
You know its been such a long while
Its been such a long while
Takes such a long time
It takes such a long time
Its been such a long way
Been such a long way
Its been such a long while
Been such a long while
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!
Its gonna be a long ride
song performed by by Queen
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Evolutionary Soul
I was told that in the mirror I see my soul's reflection
But I only look at my face without a deeper connection
I have been searching for a sign of this soul of mine
Being curious about the aspects of intelligent design
Scriptures say that my immaterial parts are immortal
To join my creator one day leaving through a portal
But what if I only have material parts that are me
Tiny molecules held together tightly woven like a tree
Will they join others one day within time and space
Become one and form a new and smarter DNA base
That diversified me will it be better in spirit and form
And grow within someone else creating a new norm
Well - I like to believe that my conscience is my soul
That grows and learns like my own quality control
My soul is what is speaking to me when I am unsure
When I am lost it figures me out like an entrepreneur
My soul puts me back in line and keeps me intact
It reminds me that I am human and at times overreact
In my mind I combine the terms soul and humanity
But humans are often not humane and haunted by insanity
Within every person I try to see a soul but it is a struggle
Life occurs like a carnival exposing good and evil in a juggle
While I am staring in the mirror asking if I have done all I could
I am confused about my evolutionary soul hoping all is good
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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The Good
Even before she held you tight to her
and murmured softly, isn’t that just good? —
before you learned to hear, and speak, and spell
and comprehend the concept of the Good –
your soul already hungered for the Good it loves,
never to be quenched in its desire;
as your beloved cat, who in the day
manipulates affection, but at night
becomes a ruthless predator to feed its catness;
so your clever, cunning, hungry, godly soul;
even when your adolescent heart falls flat
at beauty’s vision in a human form
soul whispers (unattended to) : now here’s the truth:
that even beauty’s borrowed and must be refreshed..
so soul may take a lifetime, till the mind
whose aid it seeks to find itself the Good
arrives; and sighs a lifetime’s sigh; and rests;
and soul, which knows no failure, place, or time,
shines out to prove it never went away;
nor shall, nor can; her elsewhere light, our day.
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[From Plotinus, Ennead VI 7,31,17-31]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Galileo
Galileos head was on the block
The crime was looking up for truth
And as the bombshells of my daily fears explode
I try to trace them to my youth
And then you had to bring up reincarnation
Over a couple of beers the other night
And now Im serving time for mistakes
Made by another in another lifetime
How long till my soul gets it right
Can any human being ever reach that kind of light
I call on the resting soul of galileo
King of night vision, king of insight
And then I think about my fear of motion
Which I never could explain
Some other fool across the ocean years ago
Must have crashed his little airplane
How long till my soul gets it right
Can any human being ever reach that kind of light
I call on the resting soul of galileo
King of night vision, king of insight
Im not making a joke, you know me
I take everything so seriously
If we wait for the time till all souls get it right
Then at least I know therell be no nuclear annihilation
In my lifetime Im still not right
I offer thanks to those before me
Thats all Ive got to say
cause maybe you squandered big bucks in your lifetime
Now I have to pay
But then again it feels like some sort of inspiration
To let the next life off the hook
But shell say look what I had to overcome from my last life
I think Ill write a book
How long till my soul gets it right
Can any human being ever reach the highest light
Except for galileo God rest his soul
(except for the resting soul of galileo)
King of night vision, king of insight
How long
(till my soul gets it right)
[til we reach the highest light]
How long
(till my soul gets it right)
[til we reach the highest light]
How long
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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I'm Only Human
When we make mistakes and exclaim, 'I'm only human',
what are we trying to say?
What are we apologising for?
As humans, are we only just above the lowest form of animal,
on this planet.
Where's our intelligence, our pride, our self respect.
Why can't we see ourselves as perfect structures,
created by an inspired architect.
We should stand tall, be proud of what we are,
acknowledge our worth.
Why is it that when we falter, lose confidence,
become unsure,
we can't help saying, 'I'm only human'.
It's a sad realisation to arrive at,
don't you think?
But then again, 'we are only human'!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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I think what makes us human - is our interconnectedness among people. It's our ability to form and maintain relationships. It's the barometer by which we call ourselves human.
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Burning Soul
nursed in the womb of stress.
Feed from the remnant of depress.
Swim in the fluid of intense suppression.
sleep in dept of severe oppression.
they become a burden for a hard working woman.
She forget that her womb hold any form of human.
they feel her soul burning inside.
she feel their soul pinching her side.
They had been burning since they were deceived.
they had been wallowing since they conceived.
their soul is burning. Their child is coming.
They did not have.
Their body is starve.
they are burning statue.
They have no left virtue.
she is that burning soul. She stand numbed like a braking pole
poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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Haloes angels without wings
as man transform in its unique formation, the soul illuminate
his spirit creating a halo of sanctity of wings in his humanoid
form
our navel, made us to believe that man, is created out of nothing
but, a breath that ends and begins our life to see and witness, the
living God
thus making, every human being different from other, forms of
living organism, in this changing world, a purpose that ends, to
a simple dust of where it started
in every action of touch we made, gives us the credits of thanking
the source of who's the giver of everything, the sole and the
heart that exist, before the concept of existence comes to being
let not your heart and eyes see, the halo of sacredness engulf your
self, be a philanthropist of heart and soul to our brethren, for the
wings of sanctity molded you towards life everlasting
in every season of your heart, giving and sharing is the paramount
of an endless eruption of denuding yourself for the kingdom of
God is at hand
every moment is a moment of passion to live, in the heart of every
man, regardless of creed and race, it is a faith that satisfy not
only your soul, but to the whole universe
it is now the right time to hold on, and to fly on the wings of eternity,
the wings that you have made is the wings that leads you to the way
to reach your destination
let our heart, sober your achievement, let our wisdom surf with you
in your journey, for everything you do, lifted us to see, the haloes in
our hearts
'we too, are human, a great chance to be an angel without wings '
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Refusal
you refusal to hold my hand
is the worst form of
indignity
that a human being has
extended to another human being
like me
how can i blame you
you have never felt the warmth of my palm
is it true that all you know about the human hand
is the slap from your husband?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mama Mary the wishing mother
your name echo to the outmost deepest soul
in pour heart remembered the pain and suffering
of a mother waiting her son to die, in a most
cruel form of death in the human history, walking
in the Calvary carrying the pole that stand and
witness by thousand of men and million of angels
in heaven
as the prophet prophesied, Jesus the Christ
will die in witness to the living God that beyond our
human lives, someone is the Father, Allah, the
Adonia, the source of everything that created in the
universe, the giver the compassionate healer of
life we breath
a mother and a consoler of a son, is not only
physical, emotional psychological and self
castration, but a inner self rejection of life, deep that
only our soul can feel the tremendous sacred blade
of sorrow, and the scars it takes would be through
eternity
leaving the wound of her soul of Mama Mary,
brings the immortality of memories of her soul until
forever, this pain is always be remembered every
moment when each soul is rejected to the path of
holiness, her constant wish is that every tears
wishes the faithful children, to be with her in the
right highway of sacredness
the tears and the wish to be in the paradise is
always open, for Mama Mary with open heart and
hands will leads us to eternity, where each one of
her children will be with her in the place, where the
Father prepare for us.
(dedicated to Mama Maria in her birthday 09-08-08)
poem by Antonio Liao
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