Mystical!
that which we call mystical
is no more than the simple,
and the common unwrapped
by caring hands,
and seen through the eyes
of compassion...
the secret sacredness
of the universe,
contained in the mundane!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXV: Common Thing
It’s not a kindness of heart
It’s not strong solidarity
It’s just a common thing
It’s not local wisdom
It’s not old tradition
It’s just a common thing
It’s not call of duty
It’s not sense of right
It’s just a common thing
It’s not formal greeting
It’s not automatic response
It’s just a common thing
It’s not a matter of guessing
It’s not a part of instinct
It’s just a common thing
It’s not natural reaction
It’s not act of compassion
It’s just a common thing
It’s not regular news
It’s not lack of awareness
It’s just a common thing
It’s not general knowledge
It’s not piece of memory
It’s just a common thing
It’s not statistic range
It’s not operational standard
It’s just a common thing
It’s not moral excuses
It’s not people ignorance
It’s just a common thing
It’s not public secret
It’s not rhetoric question
It’s just a common thing
It’s not different mindset
It’s not basic solution
It’s just a common thing
It’s not absolute law
It’s not blind obedience
It’s just a common thing
It’s not sweet revenge
It’s not getting even
It’s just a common thing
It’s not constant worry
It’s not planted fear
It’s just a common thing
It’s not usual bickering
It’s not daily fight
It’s just a common thing
It’s not die hard habit
It’s not strange behavior
It’s just a common thing
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Laughter and Compassion
Laughter and Compassion
Goes hand in hand
Are good medicine for the heart and mind
Not a direct problem solver but reduces stress
For I laughed at one's interpretation of POS
Of another's sarcasm
A cuddling party feels good
Laughter and Compassion
How I laughed and laughed
The laughter relaxed my body
The compassion rested my mind
Follows understanding
Without judgment
My shell broke free
Laughter and Compassion
To have compassion is to be human
During times of despair needed most
A hug
A kind act
Simple gestures
A smile
For a lack of compassion is a pity
Effects the emotional bearing environment
The pleasure of laughter
As without laughter, life is mundane
The human empathy of compassion
As without compassion, one is heartless
Catalysts for deeper problem
Are revelations
It's More Than Something You Can Intellectualize
There's a lot more to caring than knowing
There's a lot more to caring than saying
There's a lot more to caring than thinking
You can 'know' you care
Think you care
Convince yourself you care, even think that you genuinely care
But that really isn't fair
If your actions don't match
The attitude of caring
The attitude of loving
It's more
It's more than those who love you
More than those who care for you
It's the ones who don't
It's the ones you don't know
It's those, it's them, they need you most
You can't just walk away
Caring is more than something you can think about
You can't be compassionate and ignore a need
You can't fulfill every need
Where is compassion?
Where is caring?
If it's so much more, what is it that we have?
Is it worth trying?
Won't you fail?
But you forget
Caring is more
It's more than something you can intellectualize
It's more than a concept
It's more than thinking
More than knowing
More than even an action
Caring is a lifestyle
For all those around you
Even beyond yourself
O and one more thing caring isn't about caring about
Yourself.
poem by David Knox
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the Secret of the Universe
I put the teacup down,
looked up from my book;
and whatever calls the eye
then called to me:
a cobalt blue glass jar
in front of a Chinese yellow vase
that seemed to hold between them
the secret of the universe..
the mind whispered, that’s just not true..
it couldn’t be that simple..
I dared to look again: now
it did not matter whether it were
the secret of the universe or not… for
it was enough. It is enough.
and there, perhaps,
and that, perhaps...
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Mystery and Secret
Where is the mystery
Where is the secret
Life is a bet
We are our mate
We must be truthfull
Within us
We embodied entire universe.
Come and sing
The glory of the universe
Come and see
Multicolored
Multifacted universe
Declared we are for us.
We know the purpose
We know how to depict the universe
And we know the universe is
Within us
It is the mystery
It is the secret
We have with us.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Simple...
follow that star...
to forlorn manger bare
'neath skies of poverty's making...
the simple, the common,
the calloused hands,
the baby's cry in cold night's grasp....
the light so few could see...
no temple, no righteous robes,
only a carpenter and wife...
no kings, no prophets,
no blaze of fury....
a child born in stillness,
that stillness formed....
abused, misunderstood,
his memory used and twisted
into something else and less....
never knowing, never seeing,
the simple truth....
the hands, fully human,
that dared to touch...
changing the darkness
with compassion's forms...
as if a leaf turning,
and no one heard!
therein lies the beauty,
and the stillness!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Image of a Friend
As I look through the window of friendship,
I see in the gentle wind,
The whispered breeze of an angel,
It is in the image of 'friend'.
This friend has a heart of compassion,
Caring that comes without end,
The giving of love to others,
Characterizes my dear friend.
This friend has hands that carry,
The load of your burdens with ease,
Hands that will hold others' problems,
Grasping with love, not to cease.
This friend has eyes, understanding,
That see to the heart of a soul,
Eyes that are never condemning,
But rather see new ways to grow.
This friend has ears that listen,
And hear the call of a friend,
Ears that will cherish the moment,
And take the time to lend.
The image of friend described here,
Is the picture I see in my mind,
When I look through the window of life,
Your image is what I find!
poem by Jean Penner
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Love & Compassion
I used to think love was a dying art
Compassion couldnt live within a crowded heart
I saw my freedom in a poor mans eyes
Hope like a light, will to survive
A sense of dignity to hold up high
These are the simple things
That keep us all alive
And though the rich buy power for a time
One thing that money cant buy
Chorus
Love and compassion
(only) love and compassion
Give it to you
Give it to me
Love and compassion
(only) love and compassion
Thats what it takes
(give love...youre gonna feel love...
Ooo... feel love... youre gonna give love)
One night when I was feelin all alone
I saw a shadow walking in the danger zone
I knew that I would have to make a choice
Hunger in my heart, hunger in my spirit
We wont be free until we equalize
The price of power to the price of every life
And though I know its gonna take some time
Someday were all gonna find
Love and compassion
(onlv) love and compassion
Give it to you
Give it to me
Love and compassion
(only) love and compassion
Thats what it takes to relate
Love and compassion
(only) love and compassion
Give it to you
Give it to me
(oniy) love und compassion
Thats what it takes
(give love... ooo feel love... youre gonna
Feel love... if you give love)
Love und compassion
Love und compassion
Love und compassion
Love und compassion
Love und compassion
(only) love und compassion
Give it to you
Give it to me
Love and compassion
Someday were gonna find it
Oh when I was alone
And I reached out for more
I just opened my eyes
Love und compassion
I know it will take some time
But you know were gonna make it come true
Love and compassion
All my love and compassion
Love und compassion
Love und compassion
All my love, all my love und compassion
Someday, someday were gonna find it, realize it
Take some time to give
Love und compassion
Hope iike a light, and a will to survive...
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Love
Love is a Beautiful Sweet Feeling
Love is Caring and Sharing
Love is Forever, True Happiness
Love is Sunshine, Rain; Rainbow
Love is Affection, Admiration, Adoration
Love is Bonding and Binding
Love is the Strongest Emotion
Love is Devotion and Dedication
Love is Invaluable yet Common
Love is Being Good and Thoughtful
Love is Trusting and Being Trustworthy
Love is Universe and Universal
Love is Giving and Forgiving
Love is Passion and Compassion
Love is Patience and Commitment
Love is Togetherness and Understanding
Love is Perseverance and Responsive
Love is Dream, Hope, Fulfilment
Love is Mystical.Mythical and Real
Love is Sensation, Meditation, Spiritual
Love is Kindness, Gentle Touch
Love is Fire, Air, Ether, Water and Earth
Love is Mind, Heart, Body and Soul
Love is Natural, Creative and Growth
Love is Patriotism and Humanity
Love is Peace and Prosperity
Love is Family and the World
Love is Persistence and Freedom
Love is Conservation and Generosity
Love is Self and Selflessness
Love is Finding Yourself, Reaching Out
Love is the Deepest Feeling
Love is Any or All of These, yet Undefined
Love to Live, Live to Love
Love is the Essence of Life
Love is Divine!
poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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We are finite creatures. Our lives are small and can only scientifically consider a small part of reality. What's common for us is just a sliver of what's available. We can only see so much of the electromagnetic spectrum. We can only delve so deep into extensions of space. Common sense applies to that which we can access. But common sense is just that. Common. If total sense is what we want, we should be prepared to accept that we shouldn't call infinity weird or strange. The results we've arrived at by accepting it are valid, true within the system we use to understand, measure, predict and order the universe. Perhaps the system still needs perfecting, but at the end of day, history continues to show us that the universe isn't strange. We are.
quote by Michael Stevens
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In All Living Beings...
god is not some faraway supreme being,
breathing fire, casting judgement, and
stroking his beard....
god is the experience of hands joining,
the miracle of birth and death,
which are brother and sister....
the gift of loss, the freedom birthed in suffering,
the simple caring, the raw beauty of the common,
and the echo of our own heartbeats
in all living beings!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Compassion and Anger
Compassion and anger were my only love
Came to me winging like a lonely dove
Gimme some loving from the Lord above
Compassion and anger
Down on the quayside things getting rough
Somebody trying to prove they are tough
Compassion and anger will soon call their bluff
Compassion and anger
Compassion and anger won't make you sad
Compassion and anger will just make you glad
What will you do when the world's turning bad
Without compassion and anger?
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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The Ultimate Abode Of Peace!
Natural beauty kindles mystical nature to divinity
By the vastness of Universe and depth of blue ocean
Apparently mingling into one at the horizon of globe
Quite absorbing mind, heart and soul by its panorama!
Undergoing all kinds of torture in the mundane world
Man tries to seek relief with drinks and dames at night!
But not getting real relief forever seeks asylum in Art
And finally goes to the abode of Nature for mystical bliss!
As in political rivalry religious differences too irritates
Making one escape from all circles of adversaries here!
Art, literature and Nature according to one's nature
Gives great relief to the seekers of peace and bliss ever!
Nature the source of all creations of life always cools
Mind, heart and soul leading to divine bliss sure ever!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Attached To Happy
I've got my heart unwrapped from being sad...
And,
I'm Happy!
I've got my heart unwrapped from being sad...
And,
I'm Happy!
You've got to notice cause my motive is to flaunt it too.
After all the nonsense I've been through!
I've got my heart unwrapped from being sad,
And...
I am,
Happy!
I've got my heart unwrapped from being sad,
And...
I am,
Happy!
I hope it shows,
That I'm happy.
This side of ecstatic,
Keeps me happy.
I hope it shows,
That I'm happy.
This side of ecstatic,
Keeps me happy.
I've got my heart unwrapped from being sad,
And...
I am,
Happy!
I've got my heart unwrapped from being sad,
And...
I am,
Happy!
I've got my heart unwrapped,
And I'm happy!
With a glad I grabbed it back!
I've got my heart unwrapped,
And I'm happy!
With a glad I grabbed it back!
I've got my heart unwrapped,
And I'm happy!
I've got my heart unwrapped,
And I'm happy!
I've got my heart unwrapped,
And I'm happy!
With a glad I grabbed it back!
I'm glad I grabbed it back!
Attached to happy.
And I'm glad I grabbed it back!
Attached to happy.
So glad I grabbed it back!
Attached to happy.
I'm glad I grabbed it back!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prayer Eyes
i learned to pray
almost as soon
as i learned to breathe...
i'm not sure there's
much difference.
sometimes i think
if you get beaten down
so much in life....
it allows you to let go
of everything you thought
you had to have, of everything
that you thought you had to be....
and you learn to feel,
and to see with new eyes,
with prayer eyes....
eyes that know the connected,
eyes that feel whether near
or distant... eyes that touch,
the unholy, the unforgiven,
the outcast, the worthless...
and find the sacredness of each.
and know every breath to be
a simple prayer... an unnamed star
on the blackest of nights!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Frosted
Cold hands, warm heart, they say,
And yet, how the cold winds chill my heart today.
Creeping within my warmly wrapped attire,
Not caring how or when they quench the fire
Contained therein. Now the body's frosted to the bone,
And to shivers prone, and hands are still so cold.
Where are warm gloves sold?
poem by Ernestine Northover
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The Crucifix
"Into thy hands I commend my spirit."
[This very ancient crucifix is sculptured on the exterior wall of the Abbey Church of Romsey. Its characteristic is a hand reaching down from the clouds, over the cross. It is said to be unique.]
In a quiet nook it standeth,
Which careless eyes might miss,
That image of Thy sorrow,
And fountain of our bliss.
Low within reach it standeth,
Close to the old church, door,
And by the common pathway,
Appealing evermore.
Low on the wall, that never
The dimmest eyes may miss,
And the lips of the little children
May reach the feet to kiss.
That humble, simple image,
Wrought by the hands of old;
Good hands! that so many ages
Helpless have grown and cold.
That blessed, sacred image
Born of the heart of old
That through the endless ages
Shall nevermore grow cold.
In the common stone rude-carven,
By no great artist's touch;
Yet never the wide world over
Will you find another such.
You may search the wide world over
From freezing to burning zone,
You will never find another
Quite like this only one.
Deep, deep the nails are driven
In the hands they crucified -
So deep, the nails you see not,
But only the arms stretched wide.
And over the head, so weary,
Bowing itself to die,
An open hand down-reaching
Forth from the clouded sky.
The torturers' hands have finished;
His hands are nailèd fast;
"Into thy hands my spirit -
Father, thy hands!" - at last.
. . . . . . .
Lord, ere thou call our spirits
Within thy hands to be,
Give us some such dear likeness
To leave behind of thee.
Hid in some quiet corner,
Cut in the common stone,
Poor, yet our best, we pray thee,
Our best, and our very own.
. . . . . . .
Dear Lord, our hearts grow bolder;
We dare to ask much more,
Knowing the more we ask thee,
Thou art hut pleased the more.
Give us to be that image
By the common paths like this:
Low, where the dimmest vision,
The features need not miss;
Low, where the lips of the children
May reach to cling and kiss.
Where the nails to the cross which fix us,
So deep in the wounds may hide,
That men see no more the torture,
But only the arms stretched wide.
A humble, simple image,
Cut in the common stone;
Like thee, yet like no other,
Because thy very own.
poem by Elizabeth Rundle Charles from Littell's Living Age, Volume 131, Issue 1693
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Mystical Rain
Beautiful lights that glare before me,
Magic delights you allow me to see.
Mystical Rain in the sky up above,
Mystical Rain throwing stardust of love.
A surreal sight as I stand and adore,
Leading the way - so that men reach the shore.
Mystical Rain in the air all around,
Mystical Rain making love without sound.
Marvelous specks of desire in my view,
Lightly you peck at my face like the dew.
Mystical Rain; blue metallic and green.
Mystical Rain; play your tune quite serene.
A show so alive as you dart through the sky,
Helping planes through the mist, where pilots do fly.
Mystical Rain; shine your light in my path.
Mystical Rain warm my heart; make me laugh.
poem by Angel Crabtree
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We're horribly mundane, aggressively mundane individuals. We're the ninjas of the mundane, you might say.
quote by Andy Partridge
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Animal Rights
animal rights...
they're people too!
often more so than we are,
with a deeper reverence
...........for life,
and a deeper understanding
...of the sacredness
...........of the mundane!
give them back
...their rights to life!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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