Holy Beings- Every Body Every Soul!
Radiant Souls
Eclipsing
past and future thought
forever forging forward
in the amber of the moment
Sensitive souls pensive souls
pondering the acts of
senseless wandering souls
compassionate omnipresent
soul penetrating souls
So many helpful serving souls
running earthly errands
cycling loves communal cosmic laundry
Oh the selfless nature of the soul!
Holy beings!
Every body
every inch Sacred
god given nakedness!
Vessel of the soul
cosmic conscious
mind receptive body!
Blessed be all Bodies!
Sinewy stretched
Muscles tensed in exercise
laid out in relaxed release
Oh the Brio of the Body!
Always and everywhere...
everyone you find:
The priest, The goddess
The Mother, The savior
The teacher, the student
the Father, The Son, the Daughter:
Earthly lovers, every body divine
All heavenly souls...inseparably intertwined!
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Nothing is endless
Going by the philosophy,
souls never die
It is just change of body
from one to other guy,
Agreeing the reincarnation
if look the time behind,
Soul changes body of human
question comes in mind;
The earth took birth years back
say many millions,
Where these souls were before
say many billions?
Why we can’t find linkage
if souls take rebirth?
Why many creatures vanished
from the earth?
I feel it is the God and
only God who lives forever,
Who demerges from him
and merges souls of creatures.
S.D. Tiwari
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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From one Soul of the Universe are all Souls derived... Of these Souls there are many changes, some into a more fortunate estate, and some quite contrary... Not all human souls but only the pious ones are divine. Once separated from the body, and after the struggle to acquire piety, which consists in knowing God and injuring none, such a soul becomes all intelligence. The impious soul, however, punishes itself by seeking a human body to enter into, for no other body can receive a human soul it cannot enter the body of an animal devoid of reason. Divine law preserves the human soul from such infamy... The soul passeth from form to form and the mansions of her pilgrimage are manifold. Thou puttest off thy bodies as raiment and as vesture dost thou fold them up. Thou art from old, O Soul of Man yea, thou art from everlasting.
quote by Hermes Trismegistus
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True Marriage
Your reticence speaks that all
What you never reciprocate at all.
Though you are tied with someone else,
My love is fixed and never grows less.
Marriage is a bond and a beautiful cage,
Which makes us a prisoner and a slave.
But love is a bird, O' dear, of infinite sky,
Knows no bound and flies very high.
Nuptial cord fastens only bodies, and not hearts,
Where lie our souls, the men's immortal parts.
Our body is earthly, but the soul the heaven's due;
Body lies here, but the soul with heaven does glue.
Marriage unites bodies and love unites souls;
Death is bodies' divorce, but not that of souls.
If union of souls our true marriage be,
You must admit you have betrothed to me.
Deathless is my love ye need know,
And till eternity it will glow.
poem by Rajpal Singh
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Soul’s relation to body
I love you; who is ‘I’- soul or body?
I won over your heart; you stole my heart.
Heart- do we mean the corporal one?
Soul, the fire, catches the body, the wood.
Soul to soul and body to body, no love sparks.
Soul in body loves soul in body.
Souls or bodies exclusively love not.
Soul and body are not like air and balloon.
Soul and body is like heat and body.
3.01.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Last Living Souls
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Take a gun
Or how you say
That's no way you behave
Just a law, a new begin
Sing a song that doesn't sin
And it grows
Hey, you know
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last to get away to some another day?
Do we know
Well, we know
Doesn't seem to be complete
Are we, are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Get up, get up, get up, get up...
What you say?
Cause all I was on
I got it down wrong
I see myself to get
And the Lord, seeing all now
Can you take us in
The part that comin' on
The coldest man doesn't see it's all
We go to the car
I see you walk to the far
And when you get there do you see
You fit the last you need on me
Cause we're the last living souls
We're the last living souls
Yeah, we're the last living souls
We're the last living souls
song performed by by Gorillaz
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Bonded Souls
Although you shall never feel it, there is a soft touch
And tender kiss I give to you freely,
They shall linger longer than these bodies we posess,
After we are dust and gone from this life,
Their echoes whispering to you in your next.
In our journey through eternity we are bonded souls.
Our very beings shall cry out to one another,
Though the hands of time shall see us to our final rest,
That is not an ending for us, as a babe we are born,
With wisdom we die, if we listen within the dark of night,
Our souls can hear the echos of their past.
Two hearts entwined, two souls shared,
We are bonded souls, we are friends,
We are love to the other, a gift like no other...
Souls of age and youth we are,
Youth that requires flesh to comprehend,
And age that we know it must be,
We cannot halt our return to this mortal coil.
To learn and to love, that's what it's all for,
Flesh and bone are but the tools of a soul,
Throughout eternity we shall dance,
Forever and a day upon our stage of memories,
For we are bonded souls...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Out Into The Blue
Blue.
Sky blue,
Eyes of blue.
Blue eyes,
Soul deep pools.
Talking silent words,
Soul words,
Words of the soul.
A deep well.
Well of souls,
A welling up.
Soul free.
Free souls.
Souls escaping,
Escaping the body
To soar.
Soaring souls.
Free.
Free souls,
Into the sky.
Sky blue.
Blue souls.
poem by Paul Brookes
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Making Our Father Proud
Within us,
Are the souls.
Within us...
Are the spirits we live.
We should clean up our acts,
And stop tarnishing our souls.
Treating them like our foes.
They have one of those too!
Like me and you.
Within us.
Within us,
Are emotions.
And some of us give them too much time!
Irritating them with self obsessed whines.
Yet others have no clue or notion...
Where to find theirs.
Or how to feel them when they're found.
If anything is there at all.
And we accuse someone else.
Anyone!
For not knowing who we are...
How we feel,
Or when we feel it!
Within us,
Are 'our' souls!
Ourselves we don't know.
Not from the soul!
There are too many of us,
Who do not show that we do...
Know within us,
Are 'our' souls!
We have chosen to make excuses!
Within us,
Are the spirits we live.
Shouldn't we be giving
Them good treatment?
And sharing that...
With our 'soul' brothers and sisters?
Making Our Father proud.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost Souls
Lost souls trapped all around me.
Stuck in this oblique purgatory.
Not knowing where to go or what they'll find.
Lost souls caught in a vicious grind.
Bending backwards until they break their spine.
Damn this ugly daily grind.
Broken and beaten such brutal words for token.
God help us please,
the lost souls that are diseased.
We are lost and can not be found,
the souls that are eartward bound.
These souls are lost at such a cost.
There are no freinds,
there is no love.
Just crippling pain that shoots like lightning.
I lost my soul it's all gone now.
Death is the only respite now.
So now I go and grab my gun,
pull the trigger so much fun.
My soul is lost,
no one will care.
Why should they now their souls are bare.
poem by Michael McParland
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Poet's Soul
I read the poet's souls in the poems,
I read the poet's inner world.
Pulse beats louder, then duller,
And all my doubts are just hurled.
The sadness sometimes a kiss cover,
Then suddenly curled at my feet,
Giving the whole body a heat,
The warmth of a true lover.
Fever passes through nervous points,
Chill runs through the whole body,
I read the poet's souls in the poems,
And feel that the soul is haughty.
I delve into the words and their nature,
Understanding destroys the walls,
Now I would like to capture
The main idea and the poems calls.
I read and my joy is in full swing,
My own soul gets the wings,
I am ready to fly with the singer,
Like me the poet is a swinger.
I am with that one who dared
To plunge into the holy spring naked,
I am with that one who shared
An inspiration and was not faked.
I read the poet's souls in the poems.
But do I read the souls of reality or dream?
Let's deem that no one here and there lies,
And the law of poetry is always precise.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 4th of April,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Souls are born
Souls are born leaders-
But a stranger's come calling,
Trying to open a door;
For sure opening windows.
Soul's all dressed up,
Body lagging behind
Following the bright lights,
Like shepherds hunting babies.
Body the sluggard; body the receptacle
Of so much light, amid time-crazed journeys;
Body follows maps, soul the guiding stars..
Soul knows not where the body's going
But only what happens, when it gets there.
poem by Patti Masterman
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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)
The Ecstasy
WHERE, like a pillow on a bed,
A pregnant bank swell'd up, to rest
The violet's reclining head,
Sat we two, one another's best.
Our hands were firmly cemented
By a fast balm, which thence did spring;
Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread
Our eyes upon one double string.
So to engraft our hands, as yet
Was all the means to make us one;
And pictures in our eyes to get
Was all our propagation.
As, 'twixt two equal armies, Fate
Suspends uncertain victory,
Our souls—which to advance their state,
Were gone out—hung 'twixt her and me.
And whilst our souls negotiate there,
We like sepulchral statues lay;
All day, the same our postures were,
And we said nothing, all the day.
If any, so by love refined,
That he soul's language understood,
And by good love were grown all mind,
Within convenient distance stood,
He—though he knew not which soul spake,
Because both meant, both spake the same—
Might thence a new concoction take,
And part far purer than he came.
This ecstasy doth unperplex
(We said) and tell us what we love;
We see by this, it was not sex;
We see, we saw not, what did move:
But as all several souls contain
Mixture of things they know not what,
Love these mix'd souls doth mix again,
And makes both one, each this, and that.
A single violet transplant,
The strength, the colour, and the size—
All which before was poor and scant—
Redoubles still, and multiplies.
When love with one another so
Interanimates two souls,
That abler soul, which thence doth flow,
Defects of loneliness controls.
We then, who are this new soul, know,
Of what we are composed, and made,
For th' atomies of which we grow
Are souls, whom no change can invade.
But, O alas! so long, so far,
Our bodies why do we forbear?
They are ours, though not we; we are
Th' intelligences, they the spheres.
We owe them thanks, because they thus
Did us, to us, at first convey,
Yielded their senses' force to us,
Nor are dross to us, but allay.
On man heaven's influence works not so,
But that it first imprints the air;
For soul into the soul may flow,
Though it to body first repair.
As our blood labours to beget
Spirits, as like souls as it can;
Because such fingers need to knit
That subtle knot, which makes us man;
So must pure lovers' souls descend
To affections, and to faculties,
Which sense may reach and apprehend,
Else a great prince in prison lies.
To our bodies turn we then, that so
Weak men on love reveal'd may look;
Love's mysteries in souls do grow,
But yet the body is his book.
And if some lover, such as we,
Have heard this dialogue of one,
Let him still mark us, he shall see
Small change when we're to bodies gone.
poem by John Donne
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A Thousand Souls Upon The Shore
Can you find your peace in a house of glass?
Can you see the future in the past?
Can you hear upon the howling winds
The songs that siren lovers sing?
A thousand souls upon the shore
A thousand souls they're seeking more
More than any one soul can bring.
poem by David Lacey
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Holy Sonnet 8
If faithful souls be alike glorified
As angels, then my father's soul doth see,
And adds this even to full felicity,
That valiantly I hell's wide mouth o'erstride.
But if our minds to these souls be descried
By circumstances, and by signs that be
Apparent in us not immediately,
How shall my mind's white truth by them be tried?
They see idolatrous lovers weep and mourn,
And stile blasphemous conjurers to call
On Jesu's name, and pharisaical
Dissemblers feign devotion. Then turn,
O pensive soul, to God, for He knows best
Thy grief, for He put it into my breast.
poem by John Donne from Holy Sonnets
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The Lonely Souls
The lonely souls wanders
Alone in the walks of life
No other souls as their companion
The lonely souls wanders
Alone in the daybreak
they've done their duties
In the walks of life
The lonely souls wanders
Alone in the life
They meet many other souls
Who comes to be
Unfit for the lonely souls
The lonely souls wanders
As the days pass by
The lonely souls became
More lonely, with no other
souls as their companion
The lonely souls wanders
Alone in the walks of life
The lonely souls decides
Not to die, but to face
Life in all it's hardships
The lonely souls still wanders.
poem by Lisa Chicharello
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Are They Still Here?
sometimes i question what
has been taught about souls
are they still here?
are they in heaven, and then on All Soul's Day
permitted to visit us
here in our homes?
is there a day when the souls of the dead
and the those who are still leaving
meet and converse
and evaluate what's up?
i like to think, there is still this connection.
Papa telling me what to do and
Mama still comforting me about
what has been done.
And all the souls of my ancestors
for once on this day of the souls
Guiding me towards what pleases them
and what pleases us all,
something that is good and beautiful
and yes, levelling
when the dead and the living are still one
inhabitants all
in God's everlasting grace.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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She rests her head upon Apollo’s shoulder
Our Luna Goddess moves
In slow rhythmic grooves
Proof of the tidings she keeps.
Though she may weep
Throughout the day
It’s only sure her appearance sleeps.
She rests her head upon Apollo’s shoulder
A rarity revealed
She rests her head as she calls her lover,
Still she keeps her love revealed.
Two souls fall in and out of the blue
Two souls who thought they knew the way.
Two souls without a word to say to one another
Two souls circle Our Mother the Earth.
Blessing, breathing,
Refreshing, relieving,
Spurring on life anew.
Two souls are left to
Kiss beyond the blue.
Casting a shadow upon
Those that would claim
They knew the way.
poem by David Lacey
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Sonnet: God TV’s Tenth Birthday
A charismatic couple rings in souls;
Their aim to bring Jesus to homes turns true;
They deliver the Bible through ‘Sky-holes’!
A billion souls, Holy Spirit will woo.
Their dream divine is almost realized;
A global seed was sowed for Christ’s message;
Most human beings now look devilized;
God TV is a golden history page!
The Holy Scripture touches hearts anew;
The Word of God will do great miracles;
Minds, bodies, souls will heal in divine view;
Freed will be souls from devils’ tentacles.
This is God TV’s real, short story;
Glory to God and Wendy and Rory.
Copyright by Dr John Celes (India) 10-1-2005
Dedicated to the divine couple and family
On the 10th anniversary of ‘God TV’
At Jerusalem.
poem by John Celes
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Pele's Song
Pele's soul made of fire
Flowing lava ever higher.
To the shores of desire.
Fire meets the water
on the shore of life.
The Sea becomes the husband
of this Earthly wife.
With this union
Comes new birth
Of new islands
On this Earth.
For mankind an earthly dwelling
From Her inner core is swelling.
Into life and land above.
Goddess of creation
A cosmic kissed sensation.
Of terra firma Mother Love.
Land and trees fast appearing
From this sacred unseen force.
Upon the seas of life we're sailing,
Soon returning to our Source.
Seeing through the earthly mists
To the many worlds beyond.
Our souls fly like lighting bolts
With astral spheres we are blending
Upon creations scale we are ascending.
Reveling in this new existence.
We cast away all earthly resistance.
When we reach that distant shore
In that realm where our souls belong.
Seeking that which we adore.
We listen for the angels song.
Then in the distance we shall hear
Pele's voice so sweet and clear
Mingling with the joyful angels
as She sweetly sings along.
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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