Dialogue
when dialogue becomes a way of living,
the lamp is always lit.
the door is always unlocked,
the window is always open.
the river flows from,
and returns to the source.
when identity becomes community,
the part is whole, the whole a part.
there is infinity in nothing,
when emptiness fills the soul....
what we call god is merely the fire,
deep within our darkest being...
poured forth as gift, taking simple forms,
a cup of coffee shared,
and the moment given to listening!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Long River
Where the long river flows
It flows by my window
Where the tall timber grows
It grows round my door
Where the mountains meet the sky
And the white clouds fly
Where the long river flows
By my window
Theres a tiny bird that calls
And he calls by my window
Theres a lonely tear that falls
And it falls round my door
But when the sun is high
Theres no time to cry
Where the long river flows
By my window
Now if only you could see
The closin of the day
If only you could be
Where the dawn breaks away
By the white cascade
Oh down in the glade
Where the long river flows
By my window
Well when this land was made
It was made full of wonder
But one womans love
I cant understand
And Id give it all to you
If her love were true
Where the long river flows
By my window
Where the long river flows
By my window
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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River Feeling
River feeling is
As simple as
Closing your eyes
For a moment.
Everything flows like river
River feeling is
As smooth as
Everything after
The first step.
Everything flows like river
River feeling is
easy as forgetting
Walking boots.
Everything flows like river
River feeling is
nice as
iron ties
Coming off.
Everything flows like river
Everything flows like river
Everything flows like river
Everything is good and flows
like river
poem by Julian Mann
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The River, Grace
Lift me up,
Take me down
From my rack.
Suspended on meat hooks
Just under my shoulder blades,
The weight of me hangs.
The river comes to me.
The river flows on.
Grace wakes up,
Says, “I will watch with you
We will be watchers
Together.”
Take me down.
Let the river run
Through my wounds;
Cleanse;
Heal.
The river comes.
The river flows.
Wash out all the refuse;
Toxic trash flushed away
Forever from me
Clear
Free
The river comes.
The river flows.
Fill me up with goodness.
Purity, rush into these holes;
Saturate in light, then
Stop up the access,
Make me whole.
River, come to me.
River, flow on.
And the river is God’s Gift.
And the river is Grace.
Lay me new baptized
In the tall grass
On the bank
Let me hear
Talking light
Beat back the night.
They sing of your source,
Your redemption renowned.
Now I join the chorus.
And the river, God’s gift,
Lift me up.
And the river, Grace
Carry me on.
poem by Lee Ann Schaffer
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Thirsty Souls
Everyone has a thirsty soul, a driving force to make man whole,
To fill that spiritual side of man, being part of the Creator’s plan.
Everyone who truly does thirst, truly must seek the Creator first,
He’s the only one able to fill, souls according to His eternal will.
Filling us with the Spirit of God, sent down upon all earthly sod,
To dwell in the soul of all of us, who in the Lord place their trust.
God brings us first to His Son, the Lord and Savior of everyone,
Then God fills you day by day, as you walk in life’s Narrow Way.
Out from a dry and barren land, He guides us with a loving hand,
To God’s Eternal River of Life, our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
God takes a soul, once aloof, into the Word, God’s Eternal Truth,
And He fills the soul as they read, making changes as they heed.
Christ fills us beyond our need, as God’s Spirit, we allow to lead,
Upon The Rock we take a stand, as we go to the Promised Land,
The Rock, from where water flows, to the souls the Father knows,
The Living Water from above, provided through the Savior’s love.
God shall fill the souls of men, who in Christ become Born Again,
Come to Him and thirst no more, by Jesus Christ the Living Door,
Who fills thirsty souls of men, in ways which only the Creator can,
As He fills their souls spiritually, preparing them for Life Eternally.
(Copyright ©06/2008)
Acceptance.....
time makes you forget
yourself
sometimes you stop moving away
you need a mirror
faces it and looks at your face
there are so many lines
you undress yourself
and find our so many wrongs
so much have been neglected
you wonder
and you think of the river
that flows in so many winding ways
accepting and taking with its body
everything
there is no regret
it is nothing but fate to just be a river
to just be later
nothing but a part of the sea, the ocean, to be just
a part of everyone and
everybody
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Return To Innocence
ANGEL OF DARKNESS
RETURN TO INNOCENCE
Open the door, go through the entrance
Behind the door, into the darkness
Right on the floor, the source of silence
With just a call makes every thing useless
That call is a single cry
A sound that can make you shy
Without a move you're tied
Confronted with your own desire
Just a doubt in your mind
A wall to hide behind
To take a break and remind
To stay noble, clean and kind
A call to a moment of reminiscence
A confrontation with my soul's absence
A direct touch to my heart, to my conscience
Is how my baby's smile returns me to innocence...
(to be continued...)
A.O.D.
poem by Angel Of Darkness7
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Art of Share
Food of soul, wave of smile
Kiss of dream, fire of will
Cry of happiness, feather of hope
Share a part of your emotion
To family, to stranger
To lover, to flamer
To the superstar, to the poor
Share a part of your affection
Bedtime story, respect recipe
Hidden plea, open sea
Living fantasy, world sympathy
Share a part of your thought
With sincerity, with motivation
With sacrifice, with self proof
With energy, with goody
Share a part of your own
Long experience, piece of friendship
Faith support, courageous words
Inspiration window, freedom way
Share a part of your action
From similarity, from difference
From the joy, from the pain
From your favor, from your lack
Share a part of your strength
Because we need somebody else
Because we want to make them happy
Because we could learn to be better
O parent, teach kindness to the children well!
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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I Move
i move and part air
infront of me
the air fills every empty space
i created
i leave every step
and behind me another wholeness
comes, like i part the water of the river
with my hands
my feet catch what water i parte
and then
everything is whole again
i move, therefore,
to make all emptiness full
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Heart's Window
If I will love you, can you soothe all my sorrow
Can you erase doubts and fears that I have
Can you catch all tears falling from my eyes
Will you open the window of my heart
Will you wrap me by the magic of your love
And bind me under the shades of your comfort
Will you show me the beauty of this world
Once you unlocked the window of my heart.
If you can open the window of my heart,
Will you hold and hug me very tight
Will you kiss me to feel the warm of your lips
Can you take care and save my soul tonight
How blissful maybe to stay, to live beside you
How romantic maybe to make love with you
However, all of these things I can only know
Once you unlocked my heart's window.
poem by Catherine Agunat
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What you really want for yourself is always trying to break through, just as a cooling breeze flows through an open window on a hot day. Your part is to open the windows of your mind.
quote by Vernon Howard
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Daily You Are So Part Of Me
Daily you are so part of me,
as if you know every thought
and in the silences between us
there is a deep kind of understanding.
You are part of every breath,
are part of my life and soul,
are etched deep into every dream
are found even in melancholy and pain.
There is a hidden message in every moment,
in every moment that we look at each other
and you understand every action and word
long before they even are mine.
In the silences there are sweet messages,
that at times says much more than mere words
bringing a kind of joy to our passion and kisses,
and I am happy to have found you.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Best
The best gift in the world comes
from the best part of the world
and the best part of the world comes from Africa,
and the best part of Africa comes from west Africa and the best part
of west Africa comes from Nigeria,
and the best part of Nigeria comes
from Niger delta,
and the best part of Niger delta
comes from Delta State and the
best part of Delta State comes
from Warri,
and the best part of Warri comes from my community and
the best thing that has happened
in my community is you&me.
poem by Senator alufalism
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A River Flows
Where does the river flow
if not to you?
How deep its depths
if these
are not yours?
How broad is the river bank?
Broad enough
for the tug-boats
to push my heart along.
If there are fish in the river,
they sing your name
open-mouthed,
fish-style,
making tiny bubbles float
up, up to the river surface
where they pop
spread
announcing to the Firmament
that Love lives just below
the deep river flows.
Yes, you and I
are the river;
we flow,
run deep
down to that
ocean-mix
in which
our souls
swirl.
Mix me then
in depths deep.
Mix you then
amid this ocean sweep
and all else,
for me
becomes meaningless
so great
is our Soul Mixed
Ocean Bliss.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Devil in front of an Angel
cast the devil till eternity, move out the
devil thought that lure every heart to plunder
my joy and happiness to the valley of infinity
of fire
you have come to my innermost sincerity
of doing, that leads me to find the freedom;
as you have just separate my pleasure with the
wisdom of God in the paradise of Eden and
conquer the fire of hell with your posthumous
gift of blindness
my wonder ask the will to the one who give
me the light and envy the creator of the gift
shared with the angel, now that you have
made my heart turn to stone, all are all with
my soul to step the path of loneliness, beyond
the destiny of returning home
leave me dear devil, i want to close my heart
for you and open my heart to fight the illusion
i remember from you, let me hold the moment
of the past and love you once more, in the
darkness of my pavement and leave me forever
forever i will be the Will, to obey my direction
and hold my future to stay with me...guide me
dear Lord …..Amen
poem by Antonio Liao
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At Home With Emptiness
a door's way
to welcome you is
simply to open
itself
the living room
outdoes it
by letting you
breathe
more space
the common
denominator of all these
forms of
entertainment
is still
the capacity
to contain and be at
home with
emptiness
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Beloved In A Mosaic
Sinking into contemplation where soft words
fill body and mind while my love flows in a
turquoise stream as the sun's rays dance
among the dreams which are part of me
Seeing myself in all I love, the light passing
through my crystal lamp, the prism creating
a thousand rainbows like my soul reflecting
my beloved in a mosaic of interacting bits
The lamp symbol of my soul - I also see all
I love within; your eyes holding a thousand
dreams, my eyes replying with a thousand
more; my figurines, fairy and shepherdess
Representing belief in romance, you, my own
chimney sweep - my hand stroking your chin,
following the line of your brow - meeting the
need for a soft satin touch - and your hand
Softly teazing my neck; taking care of all we
love - offering each other the greatest gift:
my trust in your heart as I receive the trust
you have in me - what a wonderful bond
The link you have forged in the fires of your
heart and the throes of your passion - our
delight forevermore…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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For My Love In The Open
i love you
that is what you will hear
because i say it
when you ask for it
as a matter of
your daily
need.
i have long accepted
half of what i am
ever since
when light is vague
when truth is nothing
but an opaque
view of the egg yolk
against the
lamp.
part of my nose
is efflorescent
it shines when it is
so dark
like a fish on
a moonless night
on the surface
of the the calm sea
part of me is an
anemone
when you are near
everything in me wants
to close and disappear
part of me is your confusion
like the squid
jetting a spurt of
a black trail
part of me
is your love another part of
me is my hate
for this self that i wish
i have completely known
like the lines of
my palm.
part of me is lost
another part of me says
there is no way to find
i hope that 50 years is enough
to know that part of me
is unknown
like that part of the sea
unfathomable.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life Is As Simple And Enjoyable As Sipping Coffee Early Morning And Enjoying The Scenery Of A Rustic Place
alright,
we simplify this
it is early morning
they have not awakened yet
the house is very peaceful
the windows are closed still
and the doors too
alright
stand, walk towards the window
open all of them
let the cold air come in
then walk towards the door
unlock it
and open it too and then
let the cold air
come in
you want coffee?
go to the kitchen
take a spoon a cup and saucer and
take sugar and coffee and
hot water
you know what to do, right?
feel at home
this is your home
now take your time
sit on a chair
face the trees
stir your coffee
feel it hot
and then sip
enjoy, savor the scenery of
this rustic place
feel the wind on your cheeks
take the warm side of the cup
alright,
is not life as simple as this?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fire On Fire
Teddy gentry/ronnie rogers/greg fowler, 4:27
He was a stranger in a little town
She was sittin alone in a crowd
Listening to the old jukebox playin a song
From the moment we walked through the diner door
She felt something like never before
A feelin so strong right from the start
It wouldnt stop - it was more than a spark
Chorus:
Fire on fire they were burnin up
Over a coffee cup, under the table they touched
Fire on fire, in each others eyes they just had to try
cause fire on fire just wont die
It was gettin late but they had all night
They sat there talkin bout their lives
He was sellin, she uas gettin ready to buy
That ole neon light was glowin dim
But he could see by the way she was lookin at him
Tonight would be different, somethin had changed
His lonely heart was feelin a flame
Repeat chorus
Bridge
She needed him, he needed her
And they both knew, without a word
There was no question, there was no doubt
There was no way they could put it out
Fire on fire they were burnin up
Over a coffee cup, under the table they touched
Fire on fire, in each others eyes they just had to try
cause fire on fire, fire on fire
Fire on fire just wont die
Tag
Fire on fire
Just wont die
Fire on fire
(c) maypop music (a division of wildcountry, inc.) (bmi) used by pemission. all rights reserved.
song performed by by Alabama
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Optical illusion
eyes see everything what the heart feels, for
only the eyes tell the meaning of the heart, nay
the soul reveals what the heart defines that
the window of the soul, is the illusion of the eyes
all, that is described of the eyes, would mean, so
real and true, yet! illusion, sway the truth that all
is just a beginning of everything, a deception that
leads us to nothing
as life believe on something, which touches human
experiences, and the struggle to win, every feeling to
see the meaning of what is real, the emotion fills
the heart, that defines the significance of life
eyes satisfy the inner value of the heart, but the
soul purified the incense of the immortality of eternity,
all that we have seen, create something that may
brings us to blindness of the gift of life
an illusion of optical lens that break us into a pieces of
broken heart, an array of souls into a limbo of nowhere
to live, a place of every nuts cross between fingers, a
darkest moment in our soul
leave no doubt in our hearts, open your soul, don't let
your chance to allure, what the eyes see, rather take the
best in you, feel it in your heart and let the soul surf the
excellent of what is meaningful in your life
move on..... never give up.... your heart can find it......
poem by Antonio Liao
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