Between Visible And Invisible
Your reality controls my life
With something, which binds
My fleshly existence and my third eye,
Despite self and despite logic,
Your sharp-edged screams
And this love focused
Only on materially living things
In self-assertion
Keep me locked
Within whatsoever limits.
Your emotions and conations
Are the embodiment of your ideas.
Your love is enclosed within them,
They are inhabiting your life.
You are the follower
Of your own creed.
You need to be
Freed from your own illusion
And from your own constraints.
I can see you
Between visible and invisible,
Ceaselessly aspiring to universal Divinity,
Trying to reconcile your inner contradictions,
Absolutely saturating your feelings,
Your intuitive vision
And your vibrational essence of thought.
I can see your realm of realism,
Imprisoned in the identity of your thought.
I am the object of your senses
And the essence of your beatitude,
While you try to keep safe
The word's meaning.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Double Slit Experiment
All things appear to be visible down here
My present, my love, my life-
The embodiment of self in perpetual motion.
But there's a sharp division, between the upward turning eye
The feelings binding meaning with flesh
The shadowed identity of intuitives absolute.
Sense and impression inhabit the same illusion,
All bordered by the tempered limits of logic
Like a watcher, anchored high above the worlds restraints.
But only between words does reality happen.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Real Love
I gotta step back, back to see reality
Remember girls that were my destiny
Those feelings that were always inside of me
Always I thought - bam - there was reality
My heart my insight once had a bright light
Forever I thought but I never know
That that kinda love, onesided and not given back
Would break my heart, yeah and would break my back
So never again I vowed to the earth and sea
To trust to rely on girls to set love free
Feel the thing in my heart the way its been before
But life was gonna teach me, down in n.y.c
So my memories full of fear and agony
I experienced the way when love is set free
Revealed by both though never said thru words
But this time love failed cause distance sealed it
Chorus:
Think about the real love!
So I was back, back in the place
Where I started before not willing to love
Show feelings no more, wrong time,
Wrong place they said to myself, what a disgrace
cause then it happened, emotions continuity
Took its toll prepared todays reality
Courage and luck on my side and inside of me
R-e-a-l-i-t-y, its been to me
Like a dream I had as a little child
With a thousand colours totally wild
Bleedin into one embracing themselves
Brighter and more fluorescent than anything else
And now Im back, back in my reality
Looking at my life, my love and feel the
Essence of thruth, ethereal eternity
I finally found it, God I love reality!
Chorus
Real love is found just once in life
Chorus
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Life
I was lying on my bed, about to loose myself in the world of dreams, but couldn't. I started to wonder the meaning of universe, the exact meaning of life. I thought for about an hour, why I am alive? Why everyone's living their life? I came to a conclusion, what if this life is just a training course, and if you fail in one life to complete the training, you live another physical life. The point is to recognize that every thing you do, and that every action you take, is an action of the mind, not your true spirit. To try to 'train your spirit' is the main motto you'r alive. Emotions, love, hate, sadness are actions of the spirit not destiny. The unexplained questions in life, are actions of the spirit. Time is an illusion, created by the minds. Before this life, there were other challenges, and after this one, there will be more, and then we will face the ultimate prize, heaven. But not as we see it. It would be a domain where there is no one to hate, and everyone would love and respect each other. There would be no time to kill, because the illusion of time would be gone. We would witness unlimited new emotions, and it would be the most wonderful thing ever! So thats what I thought, lying in my bed, looking at the ceiling.
poem by Nikhil Chandwani
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Idea seldom
You can know even with little stare
You may know exactly to go where
Rush to me and shower with feelings
An act so noble and willing
I send message through whisper in air
That travel fast and convey very fair
What I wish inside and think of you?
May be felt its pulse by you as very true
Why all fragrances reach to my nose?
Ask many questions and challenges pose
Is it for showing intense love or reposing trust?
I think there is urgency in it and is must
It is not simple wish or sexual drive
I am sure without it I may not survive
You are integral part of my existence
I sometime go after it at once
Everything thing reminds me of your presence
Love has such power and true essence
What we simply do is to absorb the divinity
Though it has no vision and has only infinity
I shall not look at its outer core
I shall never feel even sore
It has not happened this before
I shall continue to thrive therefore
You have beautiful soul and great vision
I have no second thought or confusion
I shall swim or sink with this wisdom
You may not pick it or have idea seldom
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You can dream too
as creation shadow the past, reality becomes so
revealing to felt, the journey is sensing the end, the
start of a new and wonderful dimension of life
if the things you love most wonder in your midst, like
magic then the different is so intense than loosing your
own, senses in a most wandering things happened in
your life
life is made and level in many degrees, thats the
dimension we are created, it is like bubble that floats
in the midst air, and exploded when time will come
a matter of something that gives us the real meaning
of our existence, the essence of why, we, the you and
me have to grow in the most respected ways in this
given paradise
what then I, in any of your dream, do I existed in your
dimension, or just a pattern of footprints that the memories
of yesteryears remember me for you I am in love
may the love of the creator, wonder the dimension of
barrer, we build, and may those, barrier makes us
free, to reach our dreams to fulfill our destiny
then, let this be the beginning that, the dimensional level
you and me attain be the Parousia, where our spirit lifted to
the most high and receive the merit to step the unknown
of another dimension of life
.....Life is like a Dream.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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Connections
Our souls bound to each other we wander
We touch, feel, and understand each other
But in reality we know nothing of each other
This is our connection to life
Our essence like dust flowing in the wind
Whispering in the ears of all
It bleeds from every heart
And rings through every mind
When we enter the shallow realm of thought
We find ourselves deeper than we could imagine
The bell tolls for us in the distance
Its echo traveling across time
The trail of tears and blood
Traversed by every soul
Is a road sought out by many
Yet so few will willing go
Yet as the sun settles in the east
And the moon comes out from the clouds
We look up in the sky and we see
The connection that binds every life
poem by Logan Fulk
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The Evolution of Belief
When I was just a child
I knelt and prayed, without question,
to a god as distant and, as meaningless
To me as any far-off star.
When I was young,
There was no need for God,
Since I thought I was undefeatable.
I held within my grasp the world,
And challenged all of life.
As I grew more toward middle-age,
I saw in almost everything,
A Reality, an inexplicable Correctness,
The essence of all being as One.
When I became an elder, it was then
I recognized the essence of Reality,
And Correctness, as nothing else but
God.
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poem by Lynn W. Petty
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I am me...
The whole world over there is no-one quite like me,
Every thought, every word I utter is mine alone.
I am unique, all of my dreams are unique,
My body, my emotions, my feelings, my desires.
I own all of my fantasies, my hopes, my dreams and all of my fears,
I cellebrate all of my successes and mourn all of my failures.
I alone own every single part, every single essence of me,
I have learned to love the parts I cannot change.
Whilst attempting to change the parts I cannot love,
By doing so I shall adapt and evolve into this life.
I shall become more than I ever though I could be,
I shall own all of me and therefore design a better me...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Our vertical movements
I would be
Your reclusive word
In your own inside
I would disintegrate
Your ideas
And recompose them
For love
And yes, I would be
That inferred light from you,
Lost, somewhere, in the Orion constellation.
I would be a part of you,
As you
But everything would become
Painfully…..
By waiting that morning,
When you would be awake
For being only with me
In your mind,
By embarrassing
My absence, and your tear
Gliding on your cheek
for being again yourself…
I need to understand
Your fictitious existence
By being ‘enclosed’
Into another feeling,
Where, you and me,
We would form
Only the memory of our feelings…
The blue bird, the bird of happiness
Is flying again
On the sky,
By being absorbed in it,
As much as
I can perceive
Only the movement…
To the limit
Between visible and invisible
I hear only that sound,
Lost in itself….
Nothing is perfect around….
Perfection and equilibrium
Are all I mean..
Only The Lord
Can save
Our vertical movements…
poem by Marieta Maglas
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The Sun
O Sun! The world's essence and motivator you are
The organizer of the book of the world you are
The splendor of existence has been created by you
The verdure of the garden of existence depends on you
The spectacle of elements is maintained by you
The exigency of life in all is maintained by you
Your appearance confers stability on everything
Your illumination and concord is completion of life
You are the sun which establishes light in the world
Which establishes heart, intellect, essence and wisdom
O Sun! Bestow on us the light of wisdom
Bestow your luster's light on the intellect's eye
You are the decorator of necessaries of existence' assemblage
You are the Yazdan of the denizens of the high and the low
Your excellence is reflected from every living thing
The mountain range also shows your elegance
You are the sustainer of the life of all
You are the king of the light's children
There is no beginning and no end of yours
Free of limits of time is the light of yours
poem by Allama Muhammad Iqbal
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2011/04/14 Without Intervening Events (Rev.)
Nothing to say in my defence, no material offers to
make amends; inner power enables me to mostly
balance on the edge of the abyss - wishing life’s
battle ended so I could rest, dropp my vigilance,
exist just as pure consciousness without shame
of eternal failure
Less intelligence all I cherish are feelings, a loving
atmosphere, strong emotions, everlasting joy of
constructing an ethereal bubble where I am safe,
free to create my own dreams since the sharp lines,
garish colours and grating sounds of reality cannot
match luminous beauty of my visions
Nothing I visualise can be realised in holographic
three-dimensional reality perceived through five
senses, only stories entailed in narrative imperative
are honoured and valued - attempts to infuse reality
with meaning lead to deception, failure and rejection,
I keep my ideas above and beyond...
... in an alternative dimension where thoughts
manifest in pitch, taste, colour, rhythm, fragrance,
texture, form and temperature; representing love,
anger and fear - without intervening events….
poem by Margaret Alice
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An Untold Story
There is something happned with me.
There is something ignored me.
Life sometimes tells something indiscernible!
Life often recalls a certain and indissoluble thing.
I don't know, why it's indescrible (sometimes) .
But must pay attention to it if it becomes a subject of indignation.
Thus, one could acheive a philosophical doctrine.
So, I am now the introducer of my former pricks.
I was once lacked in prevision.
I was very presumptous of myself.
A pretty face often knocked and made pretension with me.
My whole sense being spread widly, retained in a refutation.
I was engaged in a mellifluous tune
Which was very delightful.
But I was plucked from that illusion.
I did not know, how was I glissaded?
Now, I have chosen a different world that startes with a new day.
That's why, I give you my feelings everyday.
I guide my life with soft steps.
I know, my former emotions has gone.
Now, the emotion emiting (from my sense)
Gives me power to write, and I get a sweet essence.
Yes, this is the essence of a empiric life.
It helpes me to survive.
poem by Bibhakar Dutta
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Essence
Life
Life is the expression of the desire of the soul to manifest and to share what it uniquely perceives and feels. Columbus's essence is deep in discovery
Buddha is the essence of wisdom, the triumph of wisdom
Christ is the essence of love, the essence of wisdom, the triumph of love, the triumph of Wisdom.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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None
Life is the expression of the desire of the soul to manifest and to share what it uniquely perceives and feels. Columbus's essence is deep in discovery
Buddha is the essence of wisdom, the triumph of wisdom
Christ is the essence of love, the essence of wisdom, the triumph of love, the triumph of love.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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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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Empty Inside
(1/18/12)
We know that we have an empty feeling inside
Which we find hard to describe.
A sense that something is lost
And in our sleeping hours
We turn and toss.
What is this emptiness that controls
My every thought and being
It is something that I’m not seeing.
It is a part of your body that had been taken away
And you search for it day by day.
Like a piece to a jigsaw puzzle
Which leaves it incomplete
Leaving you in total defeat.
What happened to the love that once grew so strong
And now it feels like it doesn’t belong.
What happened to the feelings of happiness and joy
And you loved it like a child with a toy.
Where is that sense of being needed
Like water to a plant, and bees to honey
Like uncle scrooge to wealth and money.
Then a thought occurred to me!
I had made space for all the other things in life,
That I had forgotten, the thing that made me complete
The love for god, with which nothing can compete.
He gives us all the feelings that we have locked up inside
And these are feelings that we must not hide.
So to my lord up above, forgive me for
Forgetting your love.
“ YOU ARE WHAT MAKES ME COMPLETE”.
poem by Louis Rams
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Painting is the representation of visible forms. The essence of realism is its negation of the ideal.
quote by Gustave Courbet
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Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex
Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex,
For her strength alone can please the mighty hero!
What's the use of this manliness, friend,
When it is of no use to the lord at all?
Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex!
A man might attain the ultimate release,
If he sticks to the path of virtue,
But to indulge in the scrumptious joys of pretended anger
And the lord pleading to make up and other such games,
You simply have to be a woman!
Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex!
For her strength can please the mighty hero!
Even the gods like Indra and the great sages
Revere the very dust of gopis' feet,
Considering themselves lesser than the gopis
As they find their manhood insipid!
Essence of essence the birth of the weaker sex,
For her strength can please the mighty hero!
Woman, the treasure trove of fortune
Experiences and enjoys all day and night
The very nectar, the Vedas and the Scriptures
Struggle to express!
Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex!
Let my dreams come true
My dark one, my lifter of the mountain, life of my life!
For just like the master dragging the meek beast
The leash of love draws Narsinh!
Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex,
For her strength can please the mighty hero!
poem by Narsinh Mehta
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Meaning is what essence becomes when it is divorced from the object of reference and wedded to the word.
quote by Willard Van Orman Quine
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Perfect Circle
Blessed be the deceptions
of personal devils and demons
for when seen clearly the self crafted tests
encountered only further affirm faith when walking
the proper path After all trials and tribulations
perhaps the 'devil' only performs as God 's sneakiest shepherd
we all fall beneath his feet only to lifted by the firm hand of God
For the Devil exists in me as well does God
If not for the darkness cast by the devil within
how would I ever recognize the divine
light of the path cast by Christ
I chose to accept the Death of me along with the Devil
living inside me Because I know the immortal path set with in
me by Christ
Liberated from fear knowing anything can happen
at any moment yet living free of expectation and anxiety
learning to live life completely unguarded
The Highest Self knows my finished product
as I come to self discovery through my time on Earth
I have made bold assertions to myself and strangers
starting proclamations brought nurses and family members to tears
claiming my life to be one of the most beloved creations of universal poetry
I have read all about the muse in various time shape era and form
and have claimed the essence to be of my own
Beyond Gregory Allen Uhan exists Eros Logos
a truth of existence channeled by the highest scribe
all word thought variance and paths all exist known and recorded
by the highest of scribes all channeled from within the universal mainframe
I see this life as a self fulfilling prophecy Indeed the product of our divine
creative essence We are the guiders Caretakers destroyers and purveyors
of Creations Destiny
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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