Quatrain #1 - We are not the body nor...........
We are not the body nor the vital breath.
We are not the mind we're beyond death.
We are all a free spirit though incarnate,
We should be aware of this and meditate.
poem by George Krokos
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Our Universal Being
We are not this body nor the vital breath
We are not the mind we’re beyond death.
We are all free souls though incarnate
We should know all this and meditate.
We are not the name known to mind
We are not the emotions of any kind.
We are beyond the thoughts that come and go
We are forever a free soul and this should know.
We are not the feelings that arise and subside
We are not any object that is seen from outside.
We are consciousness and witness the ebb and flow
We are beyond imagination and what it cannot show.
We are not that which is born and dies
We are that which is as vast as the skies.
We are all the children of The Infinite
We should know all this every minute.
We are not that which can be measured or quantified
We are not even something that in time is specified.
We are part and parcel of a boundless Supreme Being
We are indivisible existence not limited to eyes seeing.
We are love and bliss and have all this to share
We are that which is sought by many out there.
We are also that which is neither lost nor found
We are the reality and essence of all that's around.
We are above any likes and dislikes that may form
We are not an ordinary being or one of the norm.
We are in humbleness devoted to helping the weak
We are the changeless Truth and Wisdom we seek.
We are One Infinite Existence without beginning or end
We have Everything inside us we should all comprehend.
We are not many but One and all can experience this as a fact
We are That which always was, now is and forever will be Intact.
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Note:
Originally titled 'My Universal Self And Metaphysical Being' and written in the first person format. Try reading it in the first person i.e. start each line with: I am.....
poem by George Krokos
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Space Travel Made Easy
Just think;
Space travel without a space suit or spacecraft!
Not possible?
Think again!
There is no need for physical form when spirit is set free
Spirit is pure consciousness that is impervious to hot or cold
Spirit has no need to breathe, eat or drink
Spirit can travel anywhere instantly
Want to know how the sun works?
You can go to the sun’s surface by sheer intention
Yes, anywhere is not only possible but practicable
So how do you separate spirit from your body?
Firstly your ego must be bound and gagged
Then meditate to still the doubting mind
In time you remember how to leave your body
Next you will yourself free of physical form
On Earth;
Release of form is the only freedom possible
Freedom is the launching pad for your spirit
An unencumbered spirit knows all there is to know,
And absolute freedom makes everything possible
Now there is only one question left to ask
What star in the Cosmos do I want to visit?
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Event Of My Death
Event of my Death
As I Iay in the dawn of the hours waiting for my body to rest
I wonder what I will do in the event of my death….
In the event of my death most just think heaven or hell
No not me it doesn’t stop there…
In the event of my death my spirit will leave my body
My spirit will truly start living
In the event of my death I case my location,
Thinking about what led up to this…
In the event of my death I will visit all my loved ones…
My first visit will be to my king..
I will watch over him making him feel secure..
In the event of my death I will make my presence known
I will make them feel me in the heart and their surroundings…
In the event of my death I will travel…
I will hover over all the pyramids in Egypt,
I will explore all the places I’ve never been..
In the event of my death I will talk with my creator..
I will know all the answers…
Most of all In the Event of my death I will meet with my brother..
My brother and I will be together again…
In the Event of My death I will realize I’m really not dead..
In the Event of My death I will know that my spirit lives on..
I will know what living is all about…
In the Event of My death I will be immortal
I will be goddess a In the Event of My death...
I will be what I was born to be....
I will be free
I will be free of insecurities, free of poverty,
free of calamity, free of a broken heart,
Free of depression, free of negativity,
Free of racism, free of prejudice
I will be free In the Event of my Death
I will be all the things I was born to be...
I will be powerful, I will be beautiful, and I will be limitless
I will be a Goddess in the Event of my death...
Now what will you be....
Author: Templar Thomas
poem by Templar Thomas
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I am conscious and aware.
How can this be?
I see my body lying there
but I am free.
I see before, behind and up and down
Quite easily
I have more freedom than I’ve known.
Triumphantly.
I can ascend towards the light
which I can see.
Is it my choice have I the right
to disagree?
I still have tasks I wish to do.
I make my plea.
Quite suddenly I’m back into
my own body.
Somebody whisper quietly.
“He’s coming round.
My eyes open reluctantly
and I am bound
Again within the boundaries
I used to know
It is not time for my release
I cannot go.
Now death will hold no fears for me
because I know
Death is a friend who sets you free
from earthly woe.
11-Aug-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A Vicious Cycle
Taking life and feeding death
a broken path, a fork in the road.
Screaming, beating, defeating,
not making any sense but still vital to life and death.
Whispering cruel thoughts, stealing breath
voicing once hidden intentions.
Taking life and feeding death.
Gentle heat, steadfast heart
killing death to take a chance on life every fourth.
Fighting, winning and losing,
not making any sense but still vital to life and death.
Encouraging and coaxing, giving life
pushing back the darkness until its turn to submit.
Taking death and making life.
Whipped around, a vicious cycle
full of life and death, each vital to survival.
Giving up, making a new start, taking a chance on something new
Still making no sense at all, but perhaps it's not ment to.
Degrading, crushing, Encouraging, freeing
Compromise, age, learning to wait.
Life and death, each vital to survival.
poem by Laura Cummings
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Spirit
I can see my destination
I can hear my call
No more hesitation, mmm
This time I'm goin' for all
'Cause I know where this road leads to
And therefore I will rise
I know this dream will come true, mmm
And I will soar the sky
(Spirit, spirit)
Would you guide me? Oh
(Spirit) oh (spirit)
Stand by me
Come on, Come on, Come on
Set me free
I can feel the penetration
Of a strong wind movin' me, mmm
I feel can the elevation, mmm
Of an angel lifting me, mmm
'Cause I know where this road leads to
Therefore I will rise
I know this dream will come true, oh
And I will soar the sky
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Would you guide me? Ohh
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Standin' by me
Come on, Come on, Come on
Set me free
(Oh spirit)
Now that I've found my way home
I've got to get there, get there (get there)
Though one step seems one mile long
Your bridge before my face (your bridge before my face)
I will take the leap of faith (I will take the leap of faith)
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Would you guide me? Oh
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Stand by me, oh
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Set me free...
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Spirit, set me free
(Spirit) help me find my way (spirit) stand by my side
Spirit take my hand and be my guide
(Spirit) run free (spirit) run free
Run free, run free
(Spirit) run free (spirit) run free...
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Ah Sweet Breath of Life
Ah sweet breath of life
I take for granted you'll always be
inhaling and exhaling,
giving life to me.
I can't remember my first breath.
It was so long ago.
Rapid little heart beats
making my life flow,
Never thinking of my breath
while taking on some years
my breathing did slow itself
as my body changed its gears.
Little things like hiccups
made me more aware
of how my breath took a pause
in its need of air.
Now that I am older
I slow my breathing down,
never rushing as I move,
never rushing 'round.
But breathing we cannot control
and yet we are aware
it's our one connection to this life.
one that we all share.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Freedom Now
They throwed him in jail
And they kept him there
Hoping soo hed die
That his body and spirit would waste away
And soon after that his mind
But every day is born a fool
One who thinks that he can rule
One who says tomorrows mine
One who wakes one day to find
The prison doors open the shackles broken
And chaos in the street
Everybody sing were free free free free
Everybody sing were free free free free
Everybody sing were free free free free
They throwed him in jail
And they kept him there
Hoping his memoryd die
That the people forget how he once led
And fought for justice in their lives
But every day is born a man
Who hates what he cant understand
Who thinks the answer is to kill
Who thinks his actions are gods will
And he thinks hes free free free free
Yes he thinks hes free free free free
He thinks hes free free free free
Soon must come the day
Whe the righteous have their way
Unjustly tried are free
And people live in peace I say
Give the man release
Go on and set your conscience free
Right the wrongs you made
Even a fool can have his day
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Free our bodies free our minds
Free our hearts
Freedom for everyone
And freedom now
Freedom now
Freedom now
Freedom now
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Mortification
How soon doth man decay!
When clothes are taken from a chest of sweets
To swaddle infants, whose young breath
Scarce knows the way;
Those clouts are little winding-sheets,
Which do consign and send them unto Death.
When boyes go first to bed,
They step into their voluntarie graves;
Sleep binds them fast; onely their breath
Makes them not dead:
Successive nights, like rolling waves,
Convey them quickly who are bound for Death.
When Youth is frank and free,
And calls for musick, while his veins do swell,
All day exchanging mirth and breath
In companie,
That musick summons to the knell
Which shall befriend him at the house of Death.
When man grows staid and wise,
Getting a house and home, where he may move
Within the circle of his breath,
Schooling his eyes,
That dumbe inclosure maketh love
Unto the coffin, that attends his death.
When Age grows low and weak,
Marking his grave, and thawing ev'ry year,
Till all do melt and drown his breath
When he would speak,
A chair or litter shows the biere
Which shall convey him to the house of Death.
Man, ere he is aware,
Hath put together a solemnitie,
And drest his hearse, while he has breath
As yet to spare;
Yet, Lord, instruct us so to die,
That all these dyings may be LIFE in DEATH.
poem by George Herbert
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Death’s Anger
Death creates anger to some who think it,
It married your flesh to your eternal spirit.
Life carries my burden as long as I comb
The hair of breath and breadth, under the dome.
May the angels of death cause our bereavement
When it happens, an event of the soul, the achievement.
Let anger make you strong, fatality comes,
Towards our star departs our Fate, it benumbs.
The premises so attached to me and my body
Are linked to the mind if it rests, becomes droopy.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Clock of Life
You fought for my freedom.
I lived like a slave.
You gave your life for me.
So I could be saved.
From a life lived for myself.
More was never enough.
The things I thought made life easier.
But it just made life tough.
Keeping up with the Joneses.
Of my treasures I’d boast.
My material possessions.
Were the things I loved most.
Not the gifts that you lent me.
But the treasures I earned.
Now I see just how Satan.
Wants me to get burned.
Keep your eyes on the prizes.
Let your gifts pay the price.
For all your heart it goes into.
Holds you tight like a vice.
It will squeeze your life from you.
You’ll leave God behind.
You don’t realize that Satan.
Is robbing you blind.
Once he has taken it from you.
He will take your last breath.
And what once was a gift.
Has now become death.
He keeps you in your past.
Makes you think of tomorrow.
And this takes your today.
Time it cannot be borrowed.
For it’s all that you have.
And it is what he will take.
Til your heart is so broken.
That your spirit will break.
Life lived for your body.
Or lived for your mind.
The truths of the earth.
Keeps your spirit confined.
Your love is your time.
Your heart ticks like a clock.
And when it is over.
Your time it will stop.
When it is finished.
When you are gone.
Will your spirit die too.
Or will it live on?
Spend your time very wisely.
And in others invest.
This is what the Lord tells us.
And our Father knows best.
Live your life by your spirit.
Body and mind they will die.
One day they’ll be buried.
But your spirit will fly.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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For Death
Death is
Not a danger...
Death is
Good silince...
Death is
Not a fear...
Death is peace...
Death is
Not for cry...
Death is
Only at happy..
Death is
Not distup for
All... all...
why...!
Death is
Simply with out
Breath...
For others
Not for relatons
And dead body's...
At same time
Death is one of
Birth...
O...soory for sins...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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My Self
I travel oft deep into my self
confined to the inner recesses
of my body-mind complex.
Expecting to marvel
at the subtle integration
of the body and the self,
I attempt to realize my self
for salvation to attain.
When I understand the
fore and deep parts of mind,
I hesitate to believe
the nature of the ‘Self',
its confinement or liberation,
the spiritual preceptors explained.
Being wavered in thoughts
I am unfit to meditate
or prostrate at the feet of God.
But I am not sane to be in fast
and pray to God standing on
a single foot for decades
in dark and light to have
a feel of ‘self', as someone
committed suicide wantonly
to have a feel of death.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Angel of death, please take me now
I just want to forget what
happend to me, so recently
I just want my body to be
free, angel of death, take
my soul from me.
I dont want this pain,
so Im gonna end it in vain
let the angel of death make
my body cold
write my soul on paper,
and let it be sold.
I dont want to die old,
I want to go now,
please angel of death take me
now, somehow, let my body
be free.
Please, angel of death, take me.
poem by Nicole Buckland
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Being a former dancer, classical dancer, it informed me as a human being just in terms of the grace I guess. Ballet is a very graceful form of art. You also become very aware of your body and your mind and your body is working in conjunction. That kind of helps you in acting as well. It's not only using your mind, it's like making your mind communicate this character into your body so that you can bring it to life and physicalize it.
quote by Zoe Saldana
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I certainly believe that being in contact with one's spirit and nurturing one's spirit is as important as nurturing one's body and mind. We are three dimensional beings: body, mind, spirit.
quote by Laurence Fishburne
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Cast The Spirit
Written by russ ballard, 1983
Found on your move, ventura highway and other favorites, and the very best of america.
When you feel down and youve nobody to turn to
When you feel youre about to give up
The sun goes down and darkness surrounds you
And its runnin dry in your lovin cup
Cast the spirit, cast it out
If its in your body, then let it out
Put out the fire, let it cool down
If its in your tears, then let it drown
Oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo
Oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo
You cant ignore the feeling inside you
In your mind youre without a friend
The spirit is there, its in every doorway
You say to yourself, will it ever end
Cast the spirit, cast it out
If its in your body, then let it out
Put out the fire, let it cool down
If its in your tears, then let it drown
Oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo
Oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo
When you feel down and have nobody to turn to
You say to yourself, why cant it be
The sun goes down and darkness surrounds you
You feel you want to be free
Cast the spirit, cast it out
If its in your body, then let it out
Put out the fire, let it cool down
If its in your tears, then let it drown
Oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo
Oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo
Cast the spirit
Cast the spirit
Cast the spirit ...
song performed by by America
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Meditate
MEDITATE
CHORUS
Just sit back and meditate
(I just want to think about it, just think about it)
Just sit back and think how great
(The love you give, oh)
Just sit back and meditate
(I just want to think about it, just think about it)
There is no way, no one compares to you,
No way no one compares to you.
Its raining I dont really have no place to go,
Hear a voice of quiet in my soul
Saying I should go on just stay home
Saying I should talk to you.
Tell you everything thats on my mind,
Tell you whats going on inside
I dont even know whens the last time that I
(Made time to talk to you)
Ive been so busy runninbout
Always trying to kick it go hang out
(But theres no one else but you)
Oh its you I truly I want to see,
Cause of all the love you give to me and I
CHORUS:
Just sit back and meditate,
On your goodness, your mercy, your grace
Right now I want to just sit back and think how great,
Your love that will never change
I know Im gonna just sit back and meditate,
You have given me all that I need and there is no way,
No one compares to you
No way no one compares to you to me
My tower in times of refuge, my source of life and peace
Your love it falls like raindrops and never seems to cease
Youre the god of all creation; youre the lover of my soul
Given me the air that I breathe
No way I could ever let you go so I
(So I give thanks to you)
More than just for everything youve done,
But for how youve shown me youre the one that I
(Can put my trust into)
So no matter who it is that calls
Im not leaving till your spirit falls one me
CHORUS
Lord who could love me like you do (theres no way)
Be who you are or do what yo
song performed by by Out Of Eden
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The Holy Virgin
The Holy Virgin
The time has…has come the time of death,
The death of my life, death of my breath,
Death of all but one…death of one but all,
Yet into the void for death I shall call.
It is near but death itself is nearer,
For all those who shall not be cheerer,
Death was the love I called upon into the world,
It was love that trembled as my death built a new world.
A new world with one less,
A new world with a greater mess,
For death of one is death of all,
Still into the void, My love for death I shall call.
‘Cause there is none like death
And none like death can take my breath.
For I was me and me alone,
And I was mine and mine own.
‘Cause there is none like me-
None as different…and not one so free.
Death was all I had ever known,
From when I as a seed into the earth was sown,
To the skies I reached out yet grew not,
Higher than all I was yet was so merely short.
I knew not what I wanted,
But I knew that what I was gifted,
But I knew not what I had to do,
But I knew very well what to do.
Behind bars I had threw mine soul and heart,
But not my mind which was my delicate art,
‘Cause that was all I had,
It was merry yet sad,
‘Cause I was far from all, I severed myself,
Yet my love was not for myself,
Unfathomable was my love for love,
Yet I hid it all up in a cove.
But I did what I did,
For I was me and not some other silly did.
I told them not when they told I was wrong;
When they told I was bad I told I was wrong,
For I knew my action,
Yet lost was the proper reaction.
Sins were mine, sins to all,
Sins were mine but mine sins not all.
Robbed by death I was of all but one,
One was my mind- the special one.
For my mind was mine and mine alone,
Amidst all it sparkled and shone,
For death touched it not as what it was it knew not,
Yet of that it never forgot,
For it was the only that was beleft,
When death made love to earth and none was left,
Because when all was gone,
Left was the different one,
When gone was the origin,
Left behind was my mind – The Holy Virgin.
JamesGreen…
poem by James Green
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From Invisible Places
The flesh is not where the mind is confined.
As if one can observe a thought process occurring.
The mind like one's soul is a 'spirit' designed,
To communicate from invisible places.
And those who meditate within a quietness allowed,
Find themselves connected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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