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God's Breath

i felt God's breath upon me
as i lay sleepless....
my soul yearning to escape

the confines of flesh and bone....
my spirit burning with the need
to unlock the simple....

that my understanding could not define....
shooting stars, flash moments of brilliance
in a sky both dark and deep....

beyond striving, beyond suffering,
to the electric pulse without barriers.
beyond fear, and all discerning....

the hidden place without
beginning or end....
the touch that opens a flower,

and heals the tear before it falls!
the breath of God upon me,
defining my smallness with infinity....

and infinity in the smallest particle
of dust illumined by the light!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Infinity

Standin' on a trap door, there's a hole in the ground.
Underneath the door there's a hole and it goes to infinity.
Standin' on a dark street, there's a light in the sky.
Followin' the light through the night as it goes to infinity.
How can I avoid infinity? How have I annoyed infinity?
I'm movin' slow in infinity. I even glow in infinity.
Chorus:
It's hard being' small, (hard bein' small)
Shrinkin' into space, (shrinkin' into space)
The world is just a ball, (world is just a ball)
It was my fav'rite place (it was my fav'rite place)
Lookin' for the blue skies, watchin' for the sunrise.
One thing you can bet, you won't see it set in infinity.
Gonna take a light beam, on the wings of the Jet Stream.
Gonna take my place in the infinite space of infinity.
How can I be friends with infinity? Can I make ammends with infinity?
How can I complain to infinity? What'll I explain to infinity?
(Chorus)
Give me just a time shield before the world has it's fate sealed.
Protect me for a while before they turn my dial to infinity.
I hope I can contribute, oh, but I don't want a tribute.
Hypocrites will come and say somethin' really dumb in infinity.
I can't hear you sing in infinity. I can't change a thing in infinity.
The absence of light in infinity gives me a fright in infinity.
(Chorus)

song performed by by Don McLean
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Pecan Shells, And Moss...

i love each of you...
in dark and mysterious ways,
that are only being and breath,
pecan shells, and moss.
the tongue of the heart,
speaks only the language of silence,
and tastes the raw dirt
beneath your fingernails!
the stray cat whispered tonight,
and infinity undressed.
a simple touch, both real and shared

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Falls On Me

You see me hanging round
starting to swear about this black hole you've dug for me
and silently within hands touchin skin shock
breaks my disease and i can breath
and all of your weights
all you dream falls on me
it falls on me
and your beautiful sky
the light you breath
falls on me
it falls on me ahha
Your faith like a pain
it draws me in again
she washes all my wounds of me
darkness in my veins
I never could explain
and i wonder if you have ever see
Will you still believe
and all of your weights
and all that you dream
falls on me
it falls on me
and your beautiful sky
the light you breath
falls on me
it falls on me
am I that strong
to carry on
have i changed your life
have i changed my world
could you save me ahhhhha
and all of your weights
all you dream
falls on me
it falls on me
and you beautiful sky
the light you breath
falls on me
it falls on me
and all of your weights
all you dream falls on me
it falls on me
and your beautiful sky
the light you breath
falls on me
it falls on me
ahhhhaha yea ahhhah yea

song performed by by Fuel
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Creation Songs

I
I will tell you the things that will ravish your ear to hear, for I am Life’s lover.
She told me her secrets, as she lay in my wanton arms.
She told me the things of her deep yearning, of her secret heart.
She told them to my love for her, to the press of my breast.
She told herself to my kisses.
She met my warm breath with disclosures, as she held me close in an informing embrace.

II
I am Life’s lover!
I plant the meaning of my great yearning upon her upturned lips.
I press her to my breast in a great answering.
She shall define the meaning of my fire and fever.

III
I am the love-mad of life.
I have reached out in my pain to the love-frenzied grouse.
I have called in my understanding to the deer in their rutting season.
I have come with gentle words to the mating chirpings in the eaves.
I have touched tenderly the seeking pollen.
I have come with bated breath to the spawn at the beginnings of streams.

I am the ache of overfullness.
My breasts are crowded with containing.
My hands tremble with the eagerness of me.
I am rent and torn with the pain of the unexpressed.

IV
I am drunk with being,—
Life’s inebriate reeling down an enchanted way.
I shout my maudlin greeting to the trees.
I grasp familiarly the gentle fingers of the grass.
I press my wine-wet lips to the roses with my insistent kissing.

VI
I know the thrill of the grasses when the rain pours over them.
I know the trembling of the leaves when the winds sweep through them.
I know what the white clover felt as it held a drop of dew pressed close in its beauteousness.
I know the quivering of the fragrant petals at the touch of the pollen-legged bees.
I know what the stream said to the dipping willows, and what the moon said to the sweet lavender.
I know what the stars said when they came stealthily down and crept fondly into the tops of the trees.

VI
I am the omnipotent life, the potency-thrill.
I am the fructifier meeting the urge of space, scattering my spawn like the dust of stars in the Milky Way.

I am red fire leaping in and out of channels, the insistence of me, the yearning.
I am the demand.

VII
I am drunk with the wine of me, intoxicant of my own being,
Bacchante of my own soul’s steepings,
Beset by the realization of me, driven by knowing.
I pour myself out like the singing starling.
I drink, and kiss Life’s wanton lips with the dripping lips of me.

VIII
I am the universe’s harlot,
Selling myself to ecstasy’s thrills;
Giving myself to be debauched of stars, ravished of ineffableness;
Seduced by a wanton ungraspableness;
Coming to marriage bed with infinity’s horde,
Wanton wife of the eternity of things.

poem by Muriel Strode Lieberman from From A Soul’s Faring (1921)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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God Is Incarnate In Us

How can God
in complexity infinity
touch man humankind?

God is
reaching out to us
coming to us;
incarnate in flesh in us.

Born of a virgin
atonement of sin
through Jesus all win;
in his death reconciliation.

God is enthroned in destination heaven.
Jesus is sitting on the right hand of God.
Holy Spirit is liberating seeking earth souls.

How can God
in complexity infinity
touch man?

God is reaching out to us
coming to us
incarnate in flesh in us.

Born of a virgin
atonement of sin
through Jesus win;
a messiah physical divine.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Tear And A Smile

I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
To flow from my every part turn into laughter.

I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.

A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
Of life's secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.

A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.

I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than that I live Weary and despairing.

I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
Depths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are
Satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and Longing, and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.

With evening's coming the flower folds her petals
And sleeps, embracingher longing.
At morning's approach she opens her lips to meet
The sun's kiss.

The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.
A tear and a smile.

The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
Together and area cloud.

And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
Until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
To the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to Return to the sea, its home.

The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.

And so does the spirit become separated from
The greater spirit to move in the world of matter
And pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
And the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death
And return whence it came.

To the ocean of Love and Beauty----to God.

poem by Khalil Gibran
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Every Time We Love Sincerely

Every time we love sincerely, from our depths, from our core, not only do such moments exist forever but they create gaps, they are pure inspiration, of life of life, they become gaps in time and place, that metamorphose the very laws and processes of manifest creation to be more in accordance with the harmonized state of being of paradise.
Such experiences are of spirit, are inspiration, and are soul's fulfillment.
Such moments purify past incarnations and guide future embodiments.

Every time you love sincerely you change the universe. You help it be more of what it is meant to be

Paradise, awakened infinity.
Eternity, unconscious infinity

poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Infinity

turn what your brain
inside out
and it will fill
a space
large as the universe
- plenty of of planets, stars
you know as well
as many you dont know
- the way you are puzzled
over infinity

the joy to learn that
that this infinity outside
- each planet, star, meteor -
wait to be given names
by this infinity - boxed -
in this little head!

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Hopelessly Lost A (January)

Feel the tingling in your heart deep with in
the pulse of the Spirit with in your body
the beating pulse of blood rushing
the deep stare to which your eyes gaze

Feel the burning of the passion
the crying of your soul for everything
the righteousness burning at a fury
the deep words which cut my heart for you

Feel that feeling that is so sweet
the tenderness that is everlasting
the passion in my soul for you so deep
burning burning burning just for you

the love between me and you so strong
hopelessly lost forevermore which i do not ignore

poem by Branden Aeling
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Understanding myself

To be tough on myself and always go
For perfection
And be strict and rigid and self- righteous
There is so much sadness in here
Unnecessary pain

There is always a time to pamper myself
With my own foolishness
To laugh at myself and humiliate it
Before my eyes
To see how it can be humble and be
Simply itself
In its own smallness and madness

Behind this faith I must have doubts
As a way of self-measure
Behind this morality I must have my own
Taste of private sins
As a matter of discovering what lies
Behind me inside me outside me
This personal humanity

When you see me again I shall wear this smile
This understanding
Of what I am and what are we really
Double-faced and double-natured
Body and soul, spirit and flesh
Feel me as I feel myself
Touch me as I too touch myself
I dive to earth as body and flesh
Then I soar to the skies
As soul as spirit as finally limitless and forever free

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Am..... (Feathered Wing)

i am the kiss of the feathered wing...
having no body i walk across oceans.
driven by ancestral blood i go deep in the mines,
listening for the voices of freedom.
i define hunger with faces and eyes,
i unload the gun, and tear down the idols.
i am the maker of mountains,
bare branches bringing forth leaves.
i am the winds of change,
the still small voice within.
i am the womb of the unborn child,
i am the casket, the forever dirt.
i am the groan of the lover left alone,
the shout of the old man's empty room.
i am the stink of poverty,
and the bitter taste of wealth.
i am money burning
on the altars of mankind.
i am the voice of the god
you no longer remember.
i am the touch that breaks down walls.
i am conversation without words,
i am black and white,
both male and female!
i am death unlike what you feared,
i am the bridge you're afraid to cross.
i am the pierced tongue,
and the language of birds.
i am the promised land
deep within you!
i am the wail of justice
during the height of the storm.
i am the storm, and the quiet that follows.
i am the end of human striving,
and the beginning of breath.
i am the price and the cost of condemnation.
i am the scriptures written in the grain of trees...
i am the hand that stills troubled waters.
i am nothing, came from nothing,
to nothing i return!
i am the sight that heals blindness,
the cure for the disease.
i am you...
evolving!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Infinity Divided By Zero

I am Infinity divided by zero.
I go on forever remaining worthless,
with nothing worthwhile to say.
At least it feels that way.

I sit in deep ponderence hearing only myself.
There's no one else around,
to listen or make a solitary sound.
Nobody cares it seems if I live or die.

Will I spend eternity forever?
I cry.

Infinity divided by zero.
There is no where to turn.
A ghastly aparition of fantasy always deeply burns.

In a life that matters.
In a heart that's bruised.
Of a love and respect so kind,
and is very shrewd.

Alas though I am unable.
To find the cleansing light.
For I am infinity divided by zero.
A soul so empty with a life that I despise.

poem by Michael McParland
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Because I Am Here

and neither there

or either or

to infinity to infinity to infinity

and then you look on this half-darkness

half-sleep and then and then and then and then

you claim you have the hands to touch me

i am neither here not there now

i am nothing but

this air in the infinite emptiness of your infinite bowl.

i am everything i am nowhere

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Another Name

When postponed, death had no meaning.
It was lying in ambush.
Journey was imperfect without
a termination.
Behind the dust was another desire.

Another thumb on the trigger
starts shooting through the bubble
of moon. Every bone springs
to jump for final galaxy
of hidden stars.

Striving was brutal. Being
was dying for life. Profits
of morality on sale. Fragrance
without house. A memory
now invites another name.

Daughter of next life
lives hundreds of years
in death. Becoming
becomes the fear!

poem by Satish Verma
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Tis Breath, Then.... (Part Two)

tis breath, then...

(and still spirits dormant in the night,
leaf, stone, branch, river...
forgotten ants, snails, and crickets,
spiders with infinite webs.
the wolf's howl in waiting,
the owl perfectly still.
worms working silence,
the wings of small birds...
waiting, waiting, waiting...)

tis breath, then...
carrying the plague of war,
deep into the ignorance.
walls built of fear,
and the hunger that devours.
draining color, caged, and panting...
breath crying out for breath,
sorrow unto sorrow...

but tis breath, then...
that forming tongues of soul and spirit,
that falling like passion scented rain,
binds darkness unto darkness,
holding sound in echo's palm.
that rises to the fall,
and falls to the rising.
swallows distance with intimate longing...
calling forth stars and moonlight!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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The column of Infinity is a more complicated form of a stone flower that purifies the sky of storms.

aphorism by Camelia Oprița from Appeal for Infinity, translated by Camelia Opriţa
Submitted by Aleander
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Ode To Infinity

Ode To Infinity
As I pen this ODE TO INFINITY
into a new translation of existance,
I become obsessed with time.
The way I understand it
is that I can have everything,
except ewe in persona in real time.
And that is when I CRY and then
I weep toward my infinity.
And all the tears cascade upon my frown;
for the love of this mye Violette, my love.
Do not make me lose the comfort
of our forgotten dreams of love,
in the midst of all the hatred
of a world gone mad.
Please kiss her and bless her OH my Lord.
And bring her back to me again.
My Heart would be a shallow place
and very sad indeed,
without the need of my stately qyeen
my princess ewe.
A mermaid swimming without water
in the time flow chatting me:
As I pen this Ode To Infinity.

poem by Charles Hice
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Back To The Light

Far, far from the light
Here the night creatures call
In the cold breath they howl
And the hollow tears, theyre calling you
Ill be there, though maybe you wont see my babe
Ill still care, no mater where Ill still be there
When you make to the other side
Lord Im going back, back to the light
Back to the dreams that are paved with gold
Back to the light
Back to the land, where the sunshine heals my soul
Deep, deep in the night
When the world fils with tears
And the wind grows, colder and colder it grows
And the fire dimes, with the same old fears
Ill be there, no matter what youre going through
In the dark I care, Im holding on, Im hoping on
Its still the same old me inside#
Lord Im going back, back to the light
Back to the dreams that are paved with gold
Back to the light
Back to the land, where the sunshine heals my soul
On and on, searching for the clearer view
Winning and loosing an inner war
Wondering what we do it for
Though the road seems never ending
Hold on to the hope Im sending through
No matter where youre going to
Ill be there
Im holding on, believe it
Well be walking in the light
cos therell be no place left to hide
Back to the light
Back to the dreams that are paved with gold
Back to the light
Back to the land, where the sunshine heals my soul
Let me hear you babes - yeah, yeah, yeah

song performed by by Queen
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The Key To Time!

the dawn of creation,
again and again...
with every step

on the path to liberation!
our bodies shells,
holding undiscovered universes....

our spirits roam,
orphaned travellers,
in search of....

and light is only touch
put to darkness with passion,
the voices of God

pulse through our veins!
hunger, and magic,
a simple dropp of rain,

holding the secrets of infinity,
and the key to time!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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You were gone (poet's echo)

I tried to remember you
from the way that you look,
from the small frown between that your eyes
against the sharp light,
the way that every now and then
you touch your locks of hair,
but you were gone.

I tried to remember you
when at another place
at times I dreamt about you
and my body was burning for you,
when I could feel your kisses,
your hands on my body,
your breath touching my cheek
but you were gone.

I tried to remember you
when the stars at dusk were shining above me,
with the sun kissing the hillocks,
the night breeze blowing against my body
and I was wondering if you sometimes
think about me when the night is long and lonely
when you lie sleepless until morning light.

For years I was searching to find you,
but you were gone - Until now.

poem by Gert Strydom
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