Create to Conquer
Allow yourself the time to relax, lost to the rivers flowing.
Rest your weary head sweet traveler for no tax shall be charged
For your stay within the day, still remember to retain your glowing.
Know through dreams that we may discover a reality more real than
We could ever have imagined. Listen to the voice that resides within
Your chest. Allow yourself the time to rest, not every moment is a test.
Know that even in the midst of chaos
We may be calm and contemplative.
No restrictions are there within ourselves
That we did not create to conquer.
Sit down; allow all that is happening around your form to flow.
Know and understand your role within the circle whole.
Observe, spectate, take in all that surrounds you.
Do not attempt to paint the circle blue
Or even in the most evocative of shades
Allow yourself the time to fade,
Surrender yourself without resistance to the
Movement of the moment until little by little
All that once seemed chaos reveals Its harmony to your soul.
Be happy, be free, be all you know you could be.
Just breathe and you will see just how it is you make the circle whole.
poem by David Lacey
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Circle Dream
[ buck/drew/gustafson/augustyniak/merchant ]
[ percussion: paulinho da costa ]
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
And in that circle I had made were all the worlds unformed and unborn yet.
A volume, a sphere that was the earth, that was the moon, that did revolve around my room.
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
And in that circle was a maze, a terrible spiral to be lost in.
Blind in my fear, I was escaping just by feel.
But at every turn my way was sealed.
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
And in that circle was a face.
Her eyes looked upon me with fondness.
Her warmth coming near, calling me sweetness, calling me dear.
But I whispered, no, I cant rest here.
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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They Tell You This And That
they make the rules
they play their own games and they decide who's in who's out
who's it....
sometimes we surrender in the nook seeing them play the games
we try to understand the rules and abide
but sometimes, yes sometimes, just sometimes
we feel there's something wrong with their rules
just them inside the circle and just us outside their circle
and they all laugh at us
outsiders, barbars, strangers, aliens
got tired about names and labels just like you
and i make my own circle
circle of friends, circle of principles, circle of rules
where i am in and they are out and i also learn my own kind of laughter
side by side with them
i make my own world with my own kind of building blocks
step by step, inch by inch, block by block
i make this circle
i am in now and they are outside forever
i am free and they are in their own prisons now
i laugh and they cry.
this is my world
this is my confidence
and from that time on i said to myself
i am unique i am indestructible i am no copy cat i am original
in my own way i am king and in my own place this is my castle
i am myself now.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unguarded moment
like lightening flashes in a moment of moments, all
changes in its form, and what the mind can perceive
reality can't resist
the gate of the sting of death, suddenly comes in a most
unguarded moment, like a theft in the night that enters
in your window, when you are asleep
as the bubble in the water, evaporated in the midst air, the
mingling of oxygen and hydrogen, lucidly break by the warm
air, makes it to expand the flexibility of the interior wall, the
unguarded moment of reality comes, into a new dimension
of existence
be always alert, be steadfastly alive, be aware and cautious
be ready, be on the go, be prepared, be on guard for the
most sudden decision comes in this unguarded moment of
your life
it always come in deep sleep, that no one knows, of when and
where it comes, this is the precious time that our most value
decision is nothing to grasp in your very own memories
yet! its the most awaken time to lost, what you don't have,
is the moment to surrender, its the time to listen and
remember that you are nothing at all, your everything is
off no price to sale
this the moment, that God whom you believe, want you to
stay with him, the unguarded moment that he long awaited for, its
a time that you feel its not for you, a time that you see it is not
true but it happen, for only your soul rejoice, for it found complete
answer to what your heart desire
be on the guard, not all times is a moment for you, take a simple
call to God and listen always to his revealing wisdom in your
heart, be on time in every day to days life...... your in
God's avenue
poem by Antonio Liao
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THE HERE AND NOW (Personal Writings)
A dear friend expressed concern about her role in the world, below is an excerpt from my response:
'I know what you mean about wanting to know the 'Big picture', so we can relax and enjoy life. I suppose that it's not that easy. All we really have is the moment, as the past is gone and the future's not here yet. The trick to all this is to enjoy any given moment, no matter what one is doing...not an easy task in the hubbub of the crazy world we live in.
What I know in my soul is that great change is upon us. The outer world is berserk and chaotic...our inner world may or may not reflect this, depending on how we choose to be. Think of yourself as the eye of the hurricane. High winds circle around you, yet you remain calm and centered.
Be at peace, for as you well know...God resides within you Beloved.'
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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G4
the children at the park
form a circle and
closed their arms around them
and i remember
what once you imagine
as the circle of life
but at that time
the dancers are nude
and blind.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Not To Take Other People Seriously
a father has a child to take care
mothers have fathers
they form a circle of their own
and you who is outside
this circle,
why take them seriously?
when you are an outsider and an outsider is always an outsider
there is no way for you to be there
for as old as humanity
those that belong to them be it chattels,
slaves,
things,
pots, kettles, horns,
sticks, glasses,
dresses, coats and ties
and children
and parents
and grandparents
they always have themselves
and you do not have them
as they do not have you too
so if i were you
and as you consider me a wise man
take time with your journey
enjoy every moment
pick those flowers along the way
whistle
dance
and if you must
plunge into that cool river beside the path
at the foot of the mountain
savor the water
relax
and just be yourself
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nakama 仲 間
Nakama, what a word!
So many meanings
big difference it makes
of good and bad
it's all that it takes
to feel acceptance.
The unconditionally
friendly feel of peace
when enter into:
own circle
family circle
neighbours circle
work circle
nature circle
earth circle
universe circle
am I a part of them?
If yes, then
there's the biggest
source
of happiness:
a bow: -Arigatou,
nakama desu.
poem by Elena Sandu
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Wilderness
What sanctuary am I to seek beyond the blanket of your arms
When I can find no asylum in the eyes of another?
Familiar faces seem strange to me
A circle of kings surround me
A circle bound in time and set by destiny to strive
To live and be alive within the moment ever after.
I have forgotten the wisdom of the willow man's secret
I have lost the ability to see with eyes of ecstasy upon the world
As if it were of innocence.
Forget the night unwinding
I find myself in the arms of the one who holds me closest.
What is the dance without the dancer?
Think not that I have forgotten the love that lay fresh for you amongst the rotten.
We are as lost within the wilderness -
I have arrived at the town of my birth to find the generations lost to self destruction.
Is it a lifetime of parading the silver screen you seek?
Or is it that you would inspire the dreams of men?
We have created ourselves a world into which we sink
Free of the shackles of conformity
Free of the shackles of normality
Free of the shackles of reality
I am free for they shatter in binding my soul.
Deserted upon an island
Left alone through a mutiny of the soul
Underground unfound are we
Those souls of midnight ecstasy
That seek to set their spirit free
And be as one as all should be.
poem by David Lacey
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A Circle And A Zero
A circle and a zero
Mistaken for each other
Taunt my mind for once
And I try to flee from them.
A circle has a unique face
And a zero has many.
The wise have ever proclaimed
As they have had to say something.
In a white paper, I draw a circle
But it looks like a zero.
When I attempt the latter,
The former fades away!
I run in a circle of odds
As many a zero chases me from behind.
I sleep under a circling wheel
And the nightmare of zeroes begins to haunt me.
Who are you both gentle images?
Why are you like twins identical?
May I ask you both just once?
What do you want to do with each other?
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Circle
Larry gatlin
Try to keep from thinking, thinking means remembering
Remembering means hurtin hurtin aint so funny
Funny how it hits you, hits you out of nowhere
Nowhere to hide from it, it will last forever
Forever is a long time, time keeps on a-creeping
Creeping toward tomorrow, tomorrow starts it over
Over all the lovin, lovin and the good times
Good times turn to bad times, bad times start me thinking
Thinking is remembering, remembering starts the circle
Circle in a circle, circle rounding circle
Circle is unbroken, unbroken is the circle
Never ending circle, circle without ending
Thinking in a circle, circle empty circle
Circle without ending....
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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First Night of the Sacred Circle
First Night of the Sacred Circle
On the first night
of the sacred circle.
The fairy's danced
with glee.
On the first day
of the sacred circle.
My spirit was
set free.
The time for joy
and time for mirth
is here for all
to see.
The darkness of
that long spent night.
Met with the dawns
most scared light.
So swiftly it did flee.
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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Circle Of Fear
Heartache's knocking on the door
shadows dance outside her window
Tears keep falling on the floor
as the world around her crumbles
If you wanna save her
then first you'll have to save yourself
if you wanna free her from the hurt
then don't do it with your pain
if you wanna see her smile again
don't show her you're afraid
cause your circle of fear is the same
love can be as cold as grave
a one way ticket to endless sorrow
an empire of gentle hate
today without tomorrow
If you wanna save her
then first you'll have to save yourself
if you wanna free her from the hurt
then don't do it with your pain
if you wanna see her smile again
don't show her you're afraid
cause your circle of fear is the same
it's the circle of regret
the circle of hate
the circle of death
your circle of fear is the same
your circle of fear is the same
If you wanna save her
then first you'll have to save yourself
if you wanna free her from the hurt
then don't do it with your pain
if you wanna see her smile again
don't show her you're afraid
cause your circle of fear is the same
your circle of fear is the same
your circle of fear is the same
your circle of fear is the same
your circle of fear is the same
song performed by by H.I.M.
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Felo de Se
With Apologies to Mr. Swinburne.
For repose I have sighed and have struggled ; have sigh'd and have struggled in vain;
I am held in the Circle of Being and caught in the Circle of Pain.
I was wan and weary with life ; my sick soul yearned for death;
I was weary of women and war and the sea and the wind's wild breath;
I cull'd sweet poppies and crush'd them, the blood ran rich and red:--
And I cast it in crystal chalice and drank of it till I was dead.
And the mould of the man was mute, pulseless in ev'ry part,
The long limbs lay on the sand with an eagle eating the heart.
Repose for the rotting head and peace for the putrid breast,
But for that which is 'I' indeed the gods have decreed no rest;
No rest but an endless aching, a sorrow which grows amain:--
I am caught in the Circle of Being and held in the Circle of Pain.
Bitter indeed is Life, and bitter of Life the breath,
But give me Life and its ways and its men, if this be Death.
Wearied I once of the Sun and the voices which clamour'd around:
Give them me back--in the sightless depths there is neither light nor sound.
Sick is my soul, and sad and feeble and faint as it felt
When (far, dim day) in the fair flesh-fane of the body it dwelt.
But then I could run to the shore, weeping and weary and weak;
See the waves' blue sheen and feel the breath of the breeze on my cheek:
Could wail with the wailing wind; strike sharply the hands in despair;
Could shriek with the shrieking blast, grow frenzied and tear the hair;
Could fight fierce fights with the foe or clutch at a human hand;
And weary could lie at length on the soft, sweet, saffron sand. . .
I have neither a voice nor hands, nor any friend nor a foe;
I am I--just a Pulse of Pain--I am I, that is all I know.
For Life, and the sickness of Life, and Death and desire to die;--
They have passed away like the smoke, here is nothing but Pain and I.
The Fearful Syzygy
I turned my head,
and you turned yours,
and together
we fastened a
temporary string
around each other's hearts,
and I know I could
feel the weight of
our distances tugging
at vacant space
inside my chest,
imprinting
the severing circle
of a tightened grip.
I know you could feel it too.
I know because I saw you,
jostled out of the moment,
out of the bollix of traffic;
you and I a conduit for a lapse
in thought,
both of us wandering
where neither dared go:
the fearful syzygy
of life
of love
of acknowledging
that we were missing
the both of them
and each other.
For a moment,
my blood stopped flowing.
I was calm.
And I know you feel the same way
because I don't know you,
and it's easier to fantasize
when reality isn't involved.
You are the five seconds or less
love of my life.
I can't remember what you looked like,
but I remember how I felt
smiling at you
when you smiled at me
and we awkwardly shifted
glances back into our
steering wheels, realizing
that we couldn't do anything—
that we didn't have the slightest modicum
of control.
But who cares?
I love you.
I want you to know that.
I know it's whatever.
I know it's meaningless,
but so are a lot of things.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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The Monotony Of A Vicious Circle
when you run in a circle
you arrive at nowhere
you pass by the same
lane over and over again
so to kill this monotony
you build your own set of
fences and walls with the
end that even if you pass
on the same lane over and
over again somehow the
walls may create the
illusion of a border the fence
an illusion of height so
that you may then claim
that you have hurdled an
obstruction passed a
hard test survived a
certain difficult trial
which you have
freely created yourself
you think you can
deceive the circle?
sorry but
this circle will always
remain as a circle even
if the walls reach the heavens
even if the fences shut you
away from the neighbors
who live on the same
lane with you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In This Moment
Light is dim
Although in this moment
Light is not a welcome entity-
My mind wants to hide itself
Within the darkness of
This very early summer morning-
In this moment, I foresee no serenity and
I hear voices screaming while
In the fortress of this room
I know I am the only one present.
If only my bed, here where I lay, were a ship, I would journey years backward
To the place I lived in at all times many decades ago-
Now I know that land was non existent, even though
At the time it was my only reality.
In this moment, my only reality is within this room
Where the light is dim and
Outside this window, where the shades are pulled halfway down,
A world surrounds me-a world I cannot call my home.
Here within the place of my thoughts,
There exists a sea cobalt blue in its hue
A sea of tranquility, although it seems as if
All tranquility has just been shattered-
Even though the voices I hear screaming are terrifying and unreal-
The voice of reality is dimmer.
Threatening voices and this bed in which I lie is a boat
Now in the midst of a storm at sea, and although
I can foresee no destiny-here where I lie resting,
All is familiar to me while the real world outside is foreign, and
A threat to my existence.
So here in this moment, I close my eyes to all that I fear and I know that momentarily
I shall drift off to sleep and dream of the past-
Where I lived inside my own world of bliss and harmony-
Here In this very moment where the light of reality is dim,
My eyes are closed and I am sailing upon my magical ship,
Back to the time where fantasy brought me only peace of mind
Unaware of the day I would awaken alive in a planet they call "Earth"
Where my imaginary ship would overturn and I would find myself
Drowning in a sea of madness where there exists no recourse to fear,
In this moment where light has never been dimmer…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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The circle must suits you.
A head is a head, no doubt,
Be it a cat’s or a rat’s.
A circle is a circle,
Be it tiny or giant.
Chose a circle of people
Where you are of value.
05.07.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Circles
Round and around in circles
that seem to go nowhere,
gives me the feeling I must move along
for there is no time to spare.
If I were moving in a straight line
wherever it was I could define.
But with a circle there's no end in sight.
And so I find it asinine
to reach for a certain point of light.
For my life is a circle and so is yours
and all that we do we've done before.
For a circle continues and never stops
and the end is how we've begun.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Paradigm Shift
Let's dance, stop to fight
We do the paradigm shift tonight
Yeah, it's a natural drift alright
And it's coming up out of the blur
Out of your mind from deep below
The hidden harmonies discover
Chaos-- which means order
Its evolution is a spiritual way
For quietness is stronger than motion
Silence is stronger than sound
Listen to the tone which is not played
Nothing is what we want
Quietness is stronger than motion
Silence is stronger than sound
Nothing is what we get
But the holistic movement of all
Yes, that is the way
Do you hear the river flow?
Do you hear it?.. Yes!
Do you hear it flow
You talked yourself into wrong questions
You don't care about the answers
You let the others be the good ones
You're part of the death-bringing system
There is no place where you can hide
Stop chasing the wrong Gods of time (ter)
Chasing the wrong Gods of time (bis)
Running out of time (ter)
Time kills!
You're lowering hopes much too much
You get into the grind much too much
And losing faith in your abilities
The loyalty to your beloved system
Of belief must surrender
To chaos which means order
Evolution's not a model of yours
For quietness is stronger than motion
Silence is stronger than sound
Listen to the tone which is not played
Nothing is what we want
Quietness is stronger than motion
Silence is stronger than sound
Nothing is what we get
But the holistic movement of all
Yes, that is the way
Do you hear the river flow?
Do you hear it flow?
Do you hear it
song performed by by Alphaville
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Father And Son
it's not time to make a change
just relax and take it easy
you're still young that's your fault
there's so much you have to know
find a girl and settle down
if you want well you can marry
look at me i am old but i'm happy
i was once like you are now
and i know that it's not easy
to be calm when you've found
something going on
take your time think a lot
think of everything you've got
you will still be here tomorrow
but your dreams may not
how can i try to explain
when i do he turns away again
and it's always been the same
same old story
from the moment i could talk
i was ordered to listen
now there's a way and i know
that i have to go away
i know i have to go
it's not time to make a change
(wait, wait)
just sit down and take it slowly
(wait)
you're still young that's your fault
(i have to go)
there's so much you have to go through
(and make this decision)
find a girl settle down
(i know)
if you want well you can marry
(know)
look at me i am old but i'm happy
all the times that i cried
(stay, stay)
keeping all the things i knew inside
(stay)
well it's hard but it's harder to ignore it
(why must you go)
if they were right i'd agree
(make these decisions)
but it's them they know not me
(i know)
now there's a way and i know
that i have to go away
i know i have to go
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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