Only Breath
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu
Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion
or cultural system. I am not from the East
or the West, not out of the ocean or up
from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not
composed of elements at all. I do not exist,
am not an entity in this world or in the next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve or any
origin story. My place is placeless, a trace
of the traceless. Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved, have seen the two
worlds as one and that one call to and know,
first, last, outer, inner, only that
breath breathing human being.
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Conversion
‘Have the soul!
Go and convert-
every Hindu, Buddhist,
and every Muslim’
‘Yes Lord, done, then’
‘Do it till non-Christian-
no one is left’.
‘done, then’
Convert non catholic
to catholic.’
‘Then’
‘Forget about the religion.
We are safe.’
25.12.2000, Pmdi.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Religious Separation
I’m not concerned about your religion
Matters not if you’re Christian, Muslim or a Jew
How you chose to worship God is your decision
Fighting over whose god is best is of no value
Be you Hindu, Buddhist or a Jain
Consider;
Belief in God resides within the human soul
A cloud does not choose upon whose head it rains
Where the sun decides to shine is out of our control
We must forevermore set fear and misdeeds aside
Lay down our fearsome weapons on the ground
It’s time to let peace, harmony and joy abide
Time to let abundance and prosperity abound
Destiny demands that humankind return to Eden
After present era ends and a new one begins
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Issues, And Thoughts (Final)
it's not important to me
whether you're Christian,
Jewish, Buddhist, Muslim,
Hindu, atheist, or whatever...
what you say about what you
believe has little meaning to me...
what you show me through your
actions reveals what you are, and
how committed you are to what
you believe!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Rendered Service
Would you call me a Muslim, Moslem,
a Mussulman, Mohammedan, Hindu,
or numerous impolite names instead.
Would you address me with
slanderous, opinionated,
condemning conclusions.
Some of you would
call me a Christian.
While others would call
me Buddhist.
Rather call me
a sincere child of God.
One who hears, sanctified halo, disk calling,
and would answer; anticipated call.
A friendly fellow human being;
who would be your brother.
Who would give; altruistic love freely;
in compassionate humility.
No membership price charged.
No snagging strings attached.
My wages paid; with work offered devotion.
Service rendered serves my father.
Thus I perform; my non-materialistic duties.
Fulfilled function will suffice.
If I was a stronger man
I would give all.
My frugal bowel of rice.
What would you call me?
Born to serve
my communion purpose.
In a spiritually; self imposed life.
Eventually to leave
this world of maniac shadows.
Upon the breath
of a warm breeze.
To continue journeys...
upon a higher plane.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Man may be considered as having a twofold origin - natural, which is common and the same to all - patronymic, which belongs to the various families of which the whole human race is composed.
quote by Adam Clarke
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The poet some called him Eccentric
Hey! You asked my Religion very frequently
My Father is a Buddhist and Mother
A Baptized Protestant.
In my certificate of birth they registered me as a Buddhist.
But my religion is Humanism!
I am sure you all laugh and tell;
'There's no Religion by such a name in the World.'
Sorry, this may bitter for you,
When Adam eats the forbidden fruit
Eve's shy and covered her secret place with a Maple leaf?
And the invisible Gardener kept quiet.
That's called Humanism the oldest Religion!
nimal dunuhinga
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Human
When we've come from one parents,
Why are we seperated in the world,
Hindu, Muslim, Sikh and Christian,
But, we're human in one word.
poem by Mohammad Muzzammil
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All My Brothers
I walk with my brother the Christian,
But I do not believe as he, I am not his Christian brother.
I walk with my brother the Jew,
Not born to his name, I am not his brother.
I walk with my brother the Muslim,
Infidel to him, he does not call me his brother.
They know only their god, not one that I can know.
I walk with my brother the Hindu.
We are love and all are one.
I walk with my brother the Buddhist
He has known me in our past family
I walk with my brother the Taoist
We are on this path but for a moment.
They know god and I am he.
I walk with my brother the Shaman,
He sees the animal spirit within me.
I walk with my brother the Pagan,
He knows only the nature from which we come.
I walk with my brother the Tribesman,
He finds my place with his people.
They know of god in everything.
I walk with my brother the deer
He watches me with curiosity
I walk with my brother the crane,
He wonders if I can catch him.
I walk with my brother the serpent,
He sees me as warmth.
They know nothing of God.
poem by R.L. Ohlhausen
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Indian
I am the son of a Hindu father,
None other than a Muslim is my mother,
Do I then worry about my Sikh brother,
If he brings a Christian sister-in-law for me?
And if my Buddhist sister weds an Atheist?
Never, because I am an Indian loving everyone
poem by Prem Nizar Hameed
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A playwright in a lunatic asylum
The Psychiatrist read the script and said;
'I am your doctor my brothers and sisters.'
'It's a common saying and we too whispered the same line
When we're enrolled to this college.' A colleague interupts.
'But now we're almost cured' Someone muttered.
'What's your religion? ' Doctor inquired a patient
He tells; ' My Dad is a Strong Catholic and mother is a simple Buddhist,
Sister eloped with a Muslim and the youngest brother converted to Hindu.'
'Sorry you need my religion isn't it?
He wants to give me a scholarship to Harvard University it seems.'
My religion is Oxygen.'
'What, A new religion? '
'No doctor the oldest religion since the beginning and once that stopped
All the sages go to hell or Heaven who knows? '
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Dance Then to Everything
Music is everywhere
music is in sound and
music is in silence
Therefore I dance
to silence I dance
to tears I dance
to laughter I dance
to groans and moans
I dance to Rachmaninoff
and Bach, to Beethoven
and Dylan, to Carole King
and Marvin Gay and to everything
composed, harmonious and played
Dance then to birdsong and waterfall,
to the spring scented forest and garden,
to snow and the rain, to river and ocean,
with desert or mountain, I dance
For the dancing mind can dance
forward or backward in time and space also,
indeed to outer and inner dimensions uncommonly known
I dance with my eyes,
I dance with one hand,
I dance clapping,
I dance with one foot
or one shoulder, my hair
dances with wind
I dance to poetry while hearing it,
I dance to poetry while reading it
aloud to the tree for whom I wrote it
As I dance around the lovely thing
with my hand or arm encircling
As Rumi danced his grief
and finally his joy around
the cool, smooth, sacred stone
until he warmed it with longing~
As Rumi danced around the pillar of loss
when his beloved teacher and friend
called Shams, The Sun, had died—
He danced to call back the Light
from the belly of darkness
that had swallowed the sky,
as now the Sufi dance after him
For Dance is the Song of the Body,
and Songs are the Dance of the Voice~
as both Move, Utter, Outer the Soul
I dance to the gospels
I dance to the psalms
I dance to a friend
I dance mostly and always
to God
Don’t let the limitations
of your body deter you,
dance with your mind,
dance with your soul
Feel free to join me
across great distances
of space and time
and dance on your own
Dance all by yourself
so no one will know
but you and the Beloved,
in whatever form you
experience the Beloved,
and let the Beloved
dance with You
This poem is in the book The Frequencies of Sound
by Alla Renée Bozarth, copyright 2011. All rights reserved.
poem by Alla Renee Bozarth
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West End Girls
(....forever)
Sometimes youre better off dead
Theres gun in your hand and its pointing at your head
You think youre mad, too unstable
Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables
In a restaurant in a west end town
Call the police, theres a madman around
Running down underground to a dive bar
In a west end town
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
West end girls
Too many shadows, whispering voices
Faces on posters, too many choices
If, when, why, what?
How much have you got?
Have you got it, do you get it, if so, how often?
And which do you choose, a hard or soft option?
(how much do you need? )
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
West end girls
West end girls
(how much do you need? )
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
Oooh west end town, a dead end world
East end boys, west end girls
West end girls
Youve got a heart of glass or a heart of stone
Just you wait till I get you home
Weve got no future, weve got no past
Here today, built to last
In every city, in every nation
From lake geneva to the finland station
(how far have you been? )
In a west end town, a dead end world
The east end boys and west end girls
A west end town, a dead end world
East end boys, west end girls
West end girls
West end girls
West end girls
(how far have you been? )
Girls
East end boys
And west end girls
And west end girls
And west end girls
East end boys
The west end girls
The west end boys
And west end girls
The west end girls
The west end boys
The west end girls
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Significance of One to Ten
O-ne is the great Almighty,
T-wo denotes the Man and Woman;
T-hree is for the Triad Trimurti, -
Brahma, Vishnu, and Siva,
The Gods for the three actions—
Creation, Maintenance, and Dissolution;
F=our indicates the directions—
East, West, North, and South;
F-ive are Life's elements,
Earth, Water, Ether, Air, and Fire;
S-ix is Half a Dozen, the insects' legs;
S-even symbolizes the Days of a Week;
E-ight represents the Deity Durga's Hands;
N-ine connotes the Navagrahas in Hindu religion;
T-en signalizes the Dasavatharam in Hindu philosophy—
The ten manifestations of Lord Vishnu!
Z-ero typifies just Nothing!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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The Muslim world, with its history and cultures, and indeed its different interpretations of Islam, is still little known in the West… The two worlds, Muslim and non-Muslim, Eastern and Western, must, as a matter of urgency, make a real effort to get to know one another, for I fear that what we have is not a clash of civilisations, but a clash of ignorance on both sides.
quote by Aga Khan IV
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What's Inside!
it does not matter
whether you're Christian,
Buddhist, Hindu, Moslem,
or atheist by choice...
we are all born human!
with the potential to be...
fully human!
we have choices everyday....
what we do with our time,
our will, our feelings, our actions...
determines what we really are...
it doesnt matter so much about labels...
what matters is what's inside!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Peace in the Pearl
Bring together desire of peace
To make this pearl garden of ease
Try to win all the way narrow mind man
Peace is more precious than piece of land
Soul is not an alian to share sorrow and grief
A human himself an appearance of Adam and Eve
Christian, Jew, Hindu and Muslim infact
Harmony of heart and soul secret in holy act
Behold the law that grinds the poor soul
It is the crime by humanity as a whole
Raise your voice aloud and tear down
Differences, strife, hostility of your own
Feel sorry and confess of God's creatures
Seek peace and depart from evil preachers
Bring together desire of peace
To make this pearl garden of ease
poem by Faraz Ahmed memon
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Coexist!
'when i inhale, you exhale....' Morrigna.
pretty much nails it!
what does it mean to coexist?
day would have nowhere to go,
if night didnt come.
one needs the other to identify itself.
one is not the other, but one is dependent
upon the other.
the garden you plant needs both sunshine,
and rain... sunshine and rain are seperate forces,
yet one cannot be without the other.
and the garden wont grow without both.
we are ebb and flow, coming and going.
as diverse beings with diverse beliefs,
yet human beings needing each other.
we are not all night, we are not all day.
but we each are worthy of respect.
if we would turn the page, and walk away from indifference,
then we begin as seeing each other for what we are,
without a need to convert to our way of thinking,
without a need to change that person to be like us!
the hand needs the foot, the foot needs the mind.
it is in our difference that we find sameness.
and it is in our sameness that we find common need.
whether you're black or white, Asian or Hispanic...
whether you're Christian or Muslim,
Buddhist or Hindu....
whether you're straight or gay, male or female...
whatever your politics, whatever your thoughts...
you are a human being, as am i!
we must maintain our dignity, respect,
and a strong sense of equality...
coexist is a verb...
working, living, sharing, breathing...
together!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The young race rules the old race
Man was born in south and moved to east,
Where religion and metaphysics were born,
And then to west, where invention took place.
West, with east’s heritage, stormed the rest of the world.
07.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Fine Culture
They were indeed simple people
the people of the east
A FINE CULTURE they did have
the people of the east
A FINE CULTURE
the east should have given the rest
when the west brought out the 'machine'
the east brought out the 'human'
Today's world is not lacking in machine
Today's world is lacking in human
Today's east is sending 'productive men' all over
the east should have sent 'human men' all over
How did the east stray?
when did it loose it's way?
The east then found everything in simplicity
simplicity was it's strength and beauty
simplicity gave the east it's integrity
simplicity never ever gave the east an inferiority
Today the east mocks the west
the 'material' wealth of the west..has
put to rest...the
true spirit of the east
We blame it on simplicity
we say we were plundered due to our simplicity
a handed down book on simplicity
only became a liability..we say
What the west had gained
everybody did gain...the 'machine'
what the east had lost
everbody did loose...the 'human'
Today what are we in
an 'un human' man is managing a dangerous dumb 'machine'...and
THAT'S THE DANGER WE ARE IN...without
a fine culture
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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Slow the love (Continues) Final Episode Undone
The beloved asked who told you this
Art thou God to decide the fate
Calling the episodes as the final
Did not the love tell you of the thought
So sacred but the blasphemy of love
As the story goes when the legendry lover
Adam Khan* dies with story teller in tears
From the audience a man with a sword
Bring him back or you pay with your life
The horse with the wings that thou flyeth
In the visions ah the beloved appeared
In dreams in the nature in the loneliness
Of nights and the afternoons thou spent
The episode who knows what final or primal
From the beloved thou wanted separation
In the religion of love none worshiped
None worshipper as no rituals in play
No ablution no baths in the rivers
Nothing is sacred and nothing is dear
Yet thou think to close the episode
Let the beloved be the guide don’t meddle
Decide not the fate that thou knowest not
Nothing in here and let the mystery
Of love unfold for the eyes and the ears
On the soil and down the horse on doorstep
To the city of love with the pride
Leave the judgment to the universal soul
He shall not judge the lovers as judgment for what
Just a breath away is the annihilation in waiting
Hold on the hands of beloved for a dance tonight
*Adam Khan-Durkhanai, epic story of love.
7/2/2009
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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