0031 Beyond the Bounds
Oh it’s there, alright
and very much all right
although ‘there’ is not at all the word
for where it is – or isn’t –
all I can say is,
it’s ‘beyond’ –
beyond all the knowledge I’ve acquired,
beyond the life I love to live,
beyond the happiest of happiness..
I used to fear ‘beyond’, to fear
the boundlessness –
and yet, between
(and somehow, the between
and the beyond seem real good friends) –
between the thoughts –
the thoughts of what I want, or don’t,
the things I want, the things I don’t, then
in the stillness and the silence
which I used to shout ‘boring! ’ at
and run away and play –
it calls, it yearns; the boundlessness
speaks as familiar as myself
oh it’s 'there' all right –
how could I know, unless
they were together linked in inner sight –
the bounded and the boundlessness?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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John of Forde, His Exculpation
What I say and what I write
may seem to you – may seem to me –
as foolishness and folly; for
I talk of boundless things, and of infinity;
which by their nature, are beyond
the human mind, the human pen;
should I then not and never speak of such?
Or are these boundless things
just what mankind should talk about –
seeking the laws of atoms, or of space, only
to find the boundlessness yet further off
than men of yesteryear believed?
and if I talk and write – beside those things
invisible as once the surface of the Moon –
then, of the boundlessness of love - which is yet bound
into Creation’s very substance – and
those other boundless things which seem to us
to be Creation's - even the Creator’s - very nature…
then my exculpation is but simply this:
the motive force for what I write,
the theme of what I write, which is
my boundless love for you, for all,
demands, must win, forgiveness
from Boundlessness itself…
there is no more, there is no less
than love, which is true boundlessness.
[adapted from Sermon 43 of John of Forde,1145-1214]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Mind that mind!
Boundless… yet, it can formulate
these things called words…
to help itself and us; to call
to our imagination, bounds,
and boundlessness, in thought…
out of sleep and dream, leaps
to our assistance as a faithful hound
eager for the hunt; in a puckish moment
offers us the world.. all that is
and all that's not (and it’s
particularly strong on what is not…)
is it greater, then,
than its Creator? No, that can not be;
but greater than our image of
the Creator – ah! now there's the rub…
what is its shape, this shapeless thing?
as regular as a sphere – but of a geometry
beyond all spheres; its co-ordinates
beyond whatever is beyond…
yet almost as if it had (its centre
everywhere, its circumference just nowhere…)
imagined poles, joined yet held apart
by imaginary axis – so that it can hold
all opposites, all paradoxes;
so as you speak one thing, its opposite
like shadow, like uninvited echo,
haunts it as familiar ghost…
see it, hear it, and
you’ll win a reputation for broad-mindedness
or scholarly indecisiveness…you will walk
with blissful universality..
this glorious facility, new-born to us every moment,
to be ecstatic in our boundlessness…
and all this, before
we’ve even rolled and staggered out of bed…
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Fear of my thoughts
You make me fear the thoughts in my brain
For the things I think
Of you
Thoughts which are't to be thought
Things which will never occur
I fear the thoughts in my mind
For they are things I long for
Things I know will never happen
Becasue you and I can't happen
I fear the thoughts inmy mind
because you are there every time
I can't visit my own mind
My own thoughts sadden me and enrich me with anger
Am angry atmelf
I fear my own thoughts
Just because it has what I want
Because I'm green with envy at it
Because you're there and not out here
I fear my own thoughts...
poem by Cannita Melius
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A supreme contradiction: the boundlessness of our ambitions faced with our innate fragility.
aphorism by Valeriu Butulescu from Immensity of the Point, translated by Eva A. Ziem
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The Conversation
You know, since you've played that game too:
Sometimes, consumed by glowing, burning love
of treasured child, or husband, wife,
it is one further bound of love
to speak of them with a detachment;
casually; offhand; as if it were
of no great current consequence;
you look into their eyes; see there what you see:
love's incoherent boundlessness;
are lost to love yourself;
smile; and play their game.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Learning to love again
Learning to love again
~
It is with a still fear I proceed
Learning to love again
I keep hearing little thoughts
Saying I have been here before
Full of the joy and happiness
Before it all came to an end
Filling me with a diseased sadness
That poisoned my mind
How could this be any different
Have I learnt from my past
Should I show full faith and trust
In what each tomorrow will bring
I’m learning to do just that
In spite of those thoughts
I’m a storm of contradictions
Ambition blinds fear
And fear keeps reminding
Of the love I have and have lost
Each one echoes in stillness
Though I continue onwards
Learning to love again
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Law of Life.
Whatever you think today, that will be your tomorrow
Let it be fear, sickness, trouble, happiness or sorrow.
So, be careful what you think or dwell on,
Every second in your life counts, because it will be done.
The past is gone and it was made with your previous thinking,
There is no way to go back and correct as you are wishing.
This is why you have to think over your thoughts and deeds,
What you sow you shall reap, that's where the law leads.
However, if you learned the hard way in your life,
Figured out the meaning of words and thoughts of your strife,
Your future can be the happiest for all the days
If you choose health, good life and true happiness,
They can follow you all the ways.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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The Weapon
We've got nothing to fear...but fear itself?
Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy?
Not the faulty units in this mad machinery?
Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?
With an iron fist in a velvet glove
We are sheltered under the gun
In the glory game on the power train
Thy kingdom's will be done
And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us...
He's not afraid of your judgment
He knows of horrors worse than your Hell
He's a little bit afraid of dying
But he's a lot more afraid of your lying
And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held against him...
Can any part of life be larger than life?
Even love must be limited by time
And those who push us down that they might climb
Is any killer worth more than his crime?
Like a steely blade in a silken sheath
We don't see what they're made of
They shout about love, but when push comes to shove
They live for the things they're afraid of
And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be used against them...
song performed by by Rush
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Fear of...
Fear of one thing
Fear of many things
Fear of winning nothing, but just losing
Fear of life and what is called death
Fear of being too happy, only to get hurt again
Fear of something becoming nothing
Fear of losing something of much value
Fear of love becoming hate
Fear of being liked or disliked, is of the same
Fear of misunderstanding what is understood by others
Fear is of many things
But what makes fear?
~IP23
poem by Iron Panda 23
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Lifes Real
*There are so many things in life you face
There are many things in life that brings you down
But, life’s short, sometimes you have to keep going and just smile
Try not staying down to long
Try to put it aside and move on
You can’t live your life stressing on how to deal with things
Life’s much more than that
Sometimes it’s thinking things through
And deal with the important things first
And worry about the other things later
I know you battle with you brain
And your thoughts you chase
I know dealing with feelings and stress is one big debate
*Life’s has a lot of hard work
Life has a lot of headaches
Life has a lot of drama
But believe it or not stressing not the way to deal with things
Life has a way to put you down
And makes you feel you’re beneath it
But, you have to put yourself on top
*Life may play tricks on your mind
That you start to go crazy
Or just plain out of your mind
But believe it or not
There’s always a way to shine
*Life’s real, that I understand
Life’s real, Life you have to EXCEPT
Life you can’t STRESS
Life you have to live at your BEST
Life also you must live to the FULLEST
poem by Chaymeriyia Moncrief
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More Than Memories, Feelings and Knowledge
More than memories, feelings and knowledge
I want to pour into my verses
and something with a new meaning
that gives a view of another world
I want spread wider with each verse,
where words reveal injustice, love and beauty,
something that goes to the core of the heart,
that brings fulfilment by the reading of it
but I am bounded
by my own humanity, thoughts and ideas,
by my experiences of the world,
a place without love, filled by fear
and still there are things that surprises me,
that flares to life from the old dead ashes.
poem by Gert Strydom
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She Had No Boundaries
She was not a bounded entity;
rather she flowed through human-ness
of
but not a part of things;
a ethereal presence-
high-voiced
light laughter-
all around
blond hair
which highlight glowed
both day and night.
She was married to recklessness
satiation, excess
drunken orgiastic
extremes
dark and light emotions mixed;
she was easy
and hard;
full-faced
and hidden;
mysterious
unfathomable
intense.
She grasped
my very soul
on first encounter
and wrung
from it
essences
before
unrevealed to me.
New life
indeed
exceeding
my own
then
boundaries,
where where I tried on reckless abandon
chucked Cautions' Cloth
and joined her boundlessness.
'Every night' she said
she dreamed she could fly
and woke up disappointed it was only a dream.
But boundarylessness
is too
insubstantiality
meaning she was hard to grasp-
an ether which charmed and smiled
but gone swiftly from my finger tip
life smoke in the moment;
leaving behind
only sweet jasmine scent.
But that
that
is most times
is enough.
for me.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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My Biggest Fear
I have this feeling it’s called fear
I have the fear of who will be dying or will I be next?
If I stop think about “how can I have myself prepare? “.
This fear is consuming me.
It’s like stealing something from me.
I don’t know what it is….
How to deal with it
I want to see it........
Can anyone help me to see?
Does this feeling go away?
Are these feelings real or fake.
I also have a fear of not achieving my dreams
That thought makes me want to scream.
I have Fear of my life.Every day that’s not much
I could say on that, I try give it my strife
The real world gives me fear too.
Sometimes, “I wish everything would disappear
Instead appear into fear”.
The Fear of losing my mother before I am ready to let her go.
What road do I take so I won’t let fear win.
Fear takes my thoughts of losing my husband, and
losing one of my children too.
Even though, I almost did loose a child.
I can let the fear, do what it is doing..
I fear of losing my dearest friend.
I am sorry I cant pretend that fear is not here.
The fear of my own death and the cause of it will be?
I don’t want to see.
The fear of my lifestyle should it be the way it should be lived?
or should it be change?
Do I dear change it, but how?
I know that I have a fear of being alone.
It’s the unknown
Is My Biggest Fear
poem by Pam Fraser
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You Say You Don't Love Me
You say you don't love me
Well that's alright with me 'cause I'm in love with you
And I wouldn't want you doing things you don't want to do
Oh you know I've always wanted you to be in love with me
And it took so long to realize the way things have to be
I wanted to live in a dream that couldn't be real
And I'm starting to understand now the way that you feel
You say you don't
You say you don't
You say you don't love me
Well that's alright with me 'cause I have got the time
To wait in case someday you maybe change your mind
I've decided not to make the same mistakes this time around
As I'm tired of having heartaches I've been thinking and I've found
I don't want to live in a dream
I want something real
And I think I understand now the way that you feel
You say you don't
You say you don't
You say you don't
You say you don't
You say you don't
You say you don't love me
Well that's alright with me
I'm not in love with you
I just want us to do the things we both want to do
Though I've got this special feeling I'd be wrong to call it love
For the word entails a few things that I would be well rid of
I've no need to live in a dream
It's finally real
And I hope you now understand this feeling I feel
You say you don't
You say you don't
You say you don't love me
You say you don't love me
You say you don't love me
song performed by by Goldfinger from Darrin's Coconut Ass
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Thoughts of love and fear
The thoughts behind thoughts
Binary rays of love and fear
Projected into the prism of experience
Rainbows of emotion swaying in waves of colour
Love of Love
Cosmic thoughts spiralling helical through my city streets
Dancing alone
Thinking alone
With the radio
Love of Fear
Locomotive thoughts lined up on rails
Squeezing steam into the night
Pumping acrid whooshes of smoke
Fear of Love
Thoughts spiralling down like water
Into the black hole of my bathtub
Feeding underground rivers of darkness
Fear of Fear
Belly scraping thoughts dragging
Over broken bits of concrete
Obstacles, tentacles, pentacles
Love of Love
Cosmic thoughts spiralling helical through Cities to Be
Dancing alone
Being alone
With the radio
poem by Shahid Solomon
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I have a fear - I may be wrong.
I have a fear - I may be wrong:
that all too many, put off all thoughts of 'God'
by those who claim to speak for Him,
may cease to look for, name, all wondrous things:
the good, and beautiful, and truthful; which give joy;
which you and I love as the best of life...
and name them, praise them, to our children's ears
as all the wonder that they are...
I have a fear - I may be wrong:
that even seeing this world as sweetshop of delights
we never look to see
some unity.
I have a fear - I may be wrong:
that we may miss the mind's pure joy
of stepping back to see
beyond what shows itself,
a greater and more glorious view...
I have a fear - I may be wrong:
that though we have a hazy view
of 'Creation' and 'Creator',
we do not seek to play Creation's part -
as species disappear; as world pollutes...
I have a fear -I may be wrong:
we know the words; but miss the song.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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light-I Live By Light
I live by light
Was born seeing night and day
Colours bright and grey
Shape and form
Height and depth
Of things I knew.
I live by light Grew
Seeing family and friends
Scots and other peoples
War and peace
Experiencing joy fear
Of from
People I knew.
I live in light be
Seeing things that I do not 'see',
Things shown to me
Not by, but in the light
That light Knows me.
I love this light that shows me
What It 'Is'
And captures me
To make me be.
I fear this light
That clearest shows the way.
It calls me out of light
That I do know
To enter darkness
Where only It
Can glow.
poem by Mary Mc Creath
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I Believe in Happiness
I believe in happiness
That touches the faintest heart
That makes misery
Smile again
I believe in strength
That the weakest hold on to
That the broken gain
Until they get through
I believe in fear
That crawls in the night
That haunts every home
And makes children shout
I believe in regret
That sweeps through our hearts
That only lets go
If it is forgiven
I believe in silence
That holds too many words
That is filled with thoughts
That won’t be let go
I believe in happiness
I believe in trust
I believe in joy
Pain, anger, loneliness
I believe in happiness
That is what I want
That is what this life
Should be consumed by
I believe in happiness
poem by Megan Reily
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The Weapon Part Ii Of fear
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Weve got nothing to fear --- but fear itself?
Not pain or failure, not fatal tragedy?
Not the faulty units in this mad machinery?
Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?
With an iron fist in a velvet glove
We are sheltered under the gun
In the glory game on the power train
Thy kingdoms will be done
And the things that we fear
Are a weapon to be held against us...
Hes not afraid of your judgement
He knows of horrors worse than your hell
Hes a little bit afraid of dying ---
But hes a lot more afraid of your lying
And the things that he fears
Are a weapon to be held against him...
Can any part of life --- be larger than life?
Even love must be limited by time
And those who push us down that they might climb ---
Is any killer worth more than his crime?
Like a steely blade in a silken sheath
We dont see what theyre made of
They shout about love, but when push comes to shove
They live for the things theyre afraid of
And the knowledge that they fear
Is a weapon to be used against them...
song performed by by Rush
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Knowledge is Mother Of Life Divine!
Only of evils in own,
seeing the path of Goodness and Godliness,
Knowledge is not mother of fear,
But knowledge is mother of Care,
Against one's own fall or care about fall of others!
Knowledge is not mother of fear,
Knowledge is the spear,
Knowledge is spear that kills the fear,
And takes to fearless sphere!
`FEAR Is Mother Of
KNOWLEDGE.
Aye or Nay, you decide!
How can one born to fear can dare,
how can one see is own nature,
fear, if governs his mind and thought,
How one fear more,
Can open windows and door?
Fear is not the mother of love,
A child's love to its mother or father,
Is just Love And Respect,
Not fear the mother of all these,
Fear only maketh one run away from Father,
Love And affection take near to Him!
Knowledge is mother of Courage,
Love, faith, belief and aspiration of oneness!
Fear is mother of Cowardice, doubts, hate,
Fear is mother of all slips and fall,
Fear is the mother of ill fate!
Only Love, The love of truth, and love with True knowledge is the mother of Life Divine!
Aye or Nay you Decide!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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