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Learning

Juncture of multi routes the mind
Centered self in complexity and blind
Which way to go and not to go
Perplexity, lunatic extremity, self-pity, ho
so
Look, Earn Ability, Refresh Novelty
Listen, Experience, Approach, Renew Nobility
Lucubrate, Elaborate, Annotate, Replicate, Negociate
Yes
Juncture of multi routes the mind
Centered self in clarity masterminded

poem by Indira Renganathan
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I'm a millionaire, I'm a multi-millionaire. I'm filthy rich. You know why I'm a multi-millionaire? 'Cause multi-millions like what I do.

quote by Michael Moore
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I always say centered food equals centered behavior.

quote by Marilu Henner
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Pleasure's fun. It's great, but you can't keep it going forever; just accept the fact that it's here and it's gone, and maybe then again, it will come back, and you'll get to do it again. Joy lasts forever. Pleasure is purely self-centered. It's all about your pleasure: it's about you. It's a selfish, self-centered emotion, that is created by a self-centered motive of greed. Joy is compassion. Joy is giving yourself to somebody else, or something else. And it's a kind of thing that is, in its subtlety and lowness, much more powerful than pleasure. You gethung up on pleasure; you're doomed. If you pursue joy, you will find everlasting happiness.

quote by George Lucas
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Refresh, Revive, Renew

Refresh, revive, renew...
And declare yourself,
You!
Detached and removed,
From a confusing deprivation.
Blocked and unlocked from it!
You can not return...
To burn.
To learn from consequences,
You alone earned.

Refresh, revive, renew...
And declare yourself,
You!
Back from a lack of confidence.
Unstrapped from incidents.
Caused by hasty indeciveness...
Rushing to prevent any form of movement.
Condoned and now done with it.

Refresh, revive, renew...
And declare yourself,
You!
If done now...
Your future becomes even brighter.
Even the light held you hold,
Can be held even higher.
Higher
Higher
Higher still!

Refresh, revive, renew...
And declare yourself,
You!
You are that spark,
Igniting to glow.
Show more of it!

Refresh, revive, renew...
You.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Flower To Auroville Mother 29

Nagalinga Poo(Cannon Ball Tree, Couroupita guianensis)

Rare you look with protecting serpent multi-tongued
With your leaves serrate in secret guarding
With your fruits in unkempt dangling steadied
With your bold bole outspread in eyeful watching...

All for what oh, perianth pink and red and yellow
Ah, that secret of a cosmic whorl around an axis
In your salving heart so moist centered to glow
Yes, yes Nagalinga, Shiva..Truth of vast cosmos..

And no wonder you're the flower for the Lord
Scented from the providence special and ritual
Soft and soothing lofty for heart and mind
And all surrender, no wonder to you so habitual

poem by Indira Renganathan
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A mind at peace, a mind centered and not focused on harming others, is stronger than any physical force in the universe.

quote by Wayne Dyer
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This Sensitivity Business

When I think of me and myself and I...
I am often quite surprised,
By the little attention I give...
To being that kind of guy.

I've been accused of being self centered,
Many times.
But nothing I have done can define me that way.
Although, I admit, I did one time 'try'.

I tried to feel that I am 'all' that.
I even got up one morning,
Promising myself no one else would matter.
Prepared with a list of accomplishments to announce.
With a printing of them on flyers so they would scatter.

Boring!

Within twenty-four hours other folks were on my mind.
After I spent a day observing 'them'.
And losing myself within creative intentions to complete...
Some activity that would influence the undoing,
A lack of concern and the misery many find.

Oh...
This sensitivity business,
Is not cool with me sometimes.
I often awaken thinking what it would be like,
To have only wining and dining on my mind all the time.
With a clock to beat...
Thinking of retirement as I laid on some beach.

And 'if' I didn't accept early in my life,
That it wasn't all about me...
I'd be contributing to complaints on a daily basis,
Doing that as my contribution to community outreach.

I'm blessed to hear from others...
I perceive much better off with time to do that.
Since I am blessed to be self centered free...
And not have limitation on my mind as a trap!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost Trees

The cutting of trees is distinct for we play,
Escape routes exist to last for generations.
A growth arises in the muddy waters,
Slaves seem to decay as the land alters.

A sane person was a town for the trees,
Pavements in places sensed the crowd;
Tracks for the routes dismayed our coasts,
For travel became a lost cause, a lost religion.

poem by Naveed Akram
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The war on meth must be fought with a multi-pronged approach.

quote by Greg Walden
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A Faery Song

a faery world
realm
is no man's world
we watch with eager eyes
all the dramas that unfold
in the human realm
day after day
our hearts afflutter
in a chain
devoid of passion
we would give up
anything for that
multi faceted sensual,
passionate,
ecstatic experience
multi worlded
sadness, joy, pain,
etched in every cell
a faery world
is no man's world
fossilised boredom
in our bossom
men have cried over any dead one
so still, so devoid of
feeling....
like our existence
we would die to be man

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Centered

My inner light and my inner darkness.
My positive and my negative.
In the center, my neutral or balance.
My peace, will not allow my scale to tip.
Too positive, taken advantage of.
Too negative, taking advantage of.
Mind full of others, or mindless.
Full of myself and void of others.
Full of others and void of myself.
Minding my business or another's.
Apathy or arrogance.
Not centered.
But self centered, the center of attention, the center of the universe.
If others are my universe, then I don't know who I am.
I am lost.
I find myself.
I create my universe.
If I worry about where I have been, or where I am going,
Then I cannot just be.
A creation with too many directions.
What I became, is first,
What I become, is last,
What I be, is now.
Which is all I truly only have.
Where I have been,
Where I am going.
Is the end of where I was.
The beginning of where I will be.
And the revelation of where I am at.

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Flow with whatever may happen and let your mind be free. Stay centered by accepting whatever you are doing. This is the ultimate.

quote by Chuang Tzu
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Up, Down, Inside And Out

Up, down, inside and out!
That's my relationship I have with God.
The She, He, or It of this experience.

And each day I awaken with this devotion on my mind,
Caring less who doubts with struggles to find...
A reason to carry their burdens on heavy shoulders alone.
Hey,
What can I say?
I can not argue with those who accept this condoned.

I am not about that.
Especially if I am here to do God's Will.
Without questioning the facts of that.

However...
If I am here to do that,
With a hunching of my back?
My love for God better cut me some slack.

Multi-tasking AND with burdens on my shoulders to bear?
Because someone else chose to put them there?
Oh no!
God and I are too close,
To AGAIN go through that experience?

I've already proven to God,
My willingness to do unnecessary things.
And with guidance I have identified my foolishness.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dance A Multi-Coloured Dance Of Rainbow

Words can fail like magnets not sticking to the fridge
and we all complain when the rent is due again.
Pay your bills and meet the obligations of
the world, never mind attending to the
payment of your soul.

The new voice is speaking, the new religion
has been announced. We are to celebrate
everything and tradition we are to renounce.
Dance a multi-coloured dance of rainbow
prisms and inter-faith delusions.

We are to ignore the truth of the Gospel
for too many find that it offends. We must
not have complaining and so we must merge
into one blend. Let the fires burn so
brightly as we burn away the words
we do not like. Dance a multi-coloured
dance of rainbow prisms and
inter-faith delusions.


Men should not sleep with women, for
that is not the way the new voices want
it to be. Instead they should seek male
partners and live in illusions of
conformity. We must not call a spade
a spade for in doing so we ignore
the new mindset.
Dance a multi-coloured dance of rainbow
prisms and inter-faith delusions.

No need to wave flags for we must
not cause nationalism to exist. Only
one nation is right and that is the
propaganda we must believe. So we
watch our televsions and rejoice
in the latest American war.
Dance a multi-coloured dance of rainbow
prisms and inter-faith delusions.

The parade has begun, and the marchers
have lined up like soliders in a drill.
The banners are ready ot wave, the
sound of music will soon flood the
streets. We will march for equality
and conform ourselves to a plastic
sheeted state of being. Dance a
multi-coloured dance of rainbow
prisms and inter-faith delusions.

And though the old ways will not die,
we will pretend they do not matter.
We will surrender ourselves to
immoral methods of existing. We
will speak only of politically correct
topics and we shall never disagree.

Dance a multi-coloured dance of rainbow
prisms and inter-faith delusions.

poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt
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Deux Routes: des routes et des déroutes

DEUX ROUTES

Two roads appear here, one to errors past
Will lead whatever speed her journey takes
Open options t'other, old mistakes
Role reversed through interaction fast
Offering fair freedom to forecast
Active advance freewill in conscience makes.
Destiny must favour mind which wakes
Sensitive to others, self, at last
Allowing future fortunate, feast fast
With welcome banquet may replace. Hope breaks
All walls as palls are lifted, bread AND cakes
Ideal on menu offer fine repast.
The choice: rejoice/refuse luck's olive sprig,
EDge lose or choose free voice, joy's whirligig.

Acrostic Sonnet TWO ROADS AWAITED
10 January 2009
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notes
French Title Translation:
Two options - on roads and on defeats

bread AND cakes: See Marie Antoinette when informed that the people were revolting, demanding bread because of starvation she replied: 'Let them eat cake'

Deux Routes: des routes ou des déroutes poem © Jonathan Robin

poem by Jonathan Robin
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More Than a Few

If it were not for one's ability to complain,
And given a forum to do so...
They would find other means,
To expose their self centered ambitions.
Just to keep others reminded,
There are more than a few with minds limited.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You are a point of consciousness within multiple fields of consciousness that interpenetrate each other: A multi-dimentional being within a multi-dimensional Universe. When you realize the unity of all these fields of consciousness you share life with, you partake in conscious communion.

Alexis Karpouzos in Cosmology, philosophy and physics (15 October 2014)
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Since I Met You 1051 Sandrine Bonnant after William Shakespeare Sonnet XI

Since I met you my eye is in my mind,
And all which makes me be, eat, sleep, or drink
Now functions, now suspended, partly blind,
Dares seeks to see, yet can't on others think,
Refusing to deliver to the heart
Images of bird, bloom, shape - none match!
No objects span attention's scan apart,
Enchantment when mind glimpse of you can catch.
Black's put to flight, as multi-coloured light
Overwhelms the senses lost to time,
Nirvana topsy turvy turns day, night,
Naturally flows through sonnet rhyme.
As lost for words to praise, I lose my way
To you mind turns, returns, with you would stay.

(13 November 2004)

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Cutting Sorry Figure

Dwarfed little structure
Devoid of any favour,
Humanity's shameful juncture.
While seen as social canker.

Are deployed as stock of humor –
The clowns befitting circus,
Putting service without demur,
Endless woes being kept in focus.

Such vision hurts our mind
This trend bewildering me,
It should shake the mankind
Imparity is fun – has it to be?

poem by Gautam Sen
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Aging

At what designated point?
Does society, consider an individual old?
Is there a chronological time,
when one’s productivity, ceases?

What then shall be done?
Should a person’s prolific contributions,
continue past, that designated juncture?
Must established protocol be re-evaluated?

Is the gift of wisdom,
also the profound ability.
To accept these facts,
reroute formatted policy, no matter when?

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poem by Kurt Hearth
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