0237 The Mind
Sometimes we curse the restlessness of mind;
forgetting it's God's gift, this restlessness:
for this will never cease until it find
that which it seeks: its still and perfect rest.
Without that restlessness, the angry man,
once angered, then would never leave that state;
an artist, end no better than began;
and our delusions never would abate.
The instability of human mind
more constant than its owner, ever roams
like bee, for nectar of a finer kind:
the rest, the peace, the love of God alone.
So love the constant mind's inconstancy;
so faithful in its search for unity.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Boredom, Some Words
Boredom: the desire for desires.
Leo Tolstoy (1828-1910)
when i get fed up and say i am quitting
it does not mean that it is the end of all these cravings
it is not.
when i shift my head to another direction like a ship changing course
it does not mean that i am leaving
this place
it is not
when i look at you with pity and tell myself what have i done
something that you do not really deserve
that which i myself does not too deserve
it does not mean that i am saying
i stop
it is not
it is not the end of everything it is but another endless beginning
desire that desires more of itself
cravings that crave for more cravings
it is eternity finding itself in eternity
this quest unstoppable
this thirst unquenchable
this self that always begins
insoluble imperishable
this is the boredom of the divine
this is the restlessness unto the rest of its restlessness
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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That Movie
after that day when she was killed
by harsh men she did not look back
she went ahead to where there is more
the restlessness she left to earth
whatever they did after that
the day after the next day
she did not mind
because in the place
where she is now
definitely it is more than what beauty
speaks more peaceful than what peace
cannot say
eventually justice has no use.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Coincidence of Contraries
It’s said that when the One eternal mind
bursts into glorious multiplicity,
its first divisions enter human kind
as dualism and polarity:
dualism may be met by mind;
by reason, thus returned to unity;
polarity – that tool to stretch our mind –
may bring emotion’s instability:
hate and love, close-twinned, may torture hearts;
joy and sadness dance our strength away;
whate’er we think ourselves, its twin still lurks:
conceit and worthlessness, each others’ prey;
beware these contradictions in the mind;
yet, boldly brought together, One to find.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Dream Seeker
She's a dream seeker,
a peace-keeper
and all she wants to be
is a quiet sleeper.
But restlessness
is a constant now
'cause wakefulness
presents its bow.
Says 'How do you do
you remember me?
I've been here before
when dreams
abandoned thee.'
She says 'Go on. Get away.
I need my dreams
to make it through the day.'
She won't give up.
She closes her eyes tight
and at 4: 00 in the morning
gives way to the night.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Mind's Polarities
It’s said – and so it seems to be –
that when the individual mind
emerges from that place where mind
rests, perfect, and in unity with all things to be known –
in that place, which is; within us, and without us:
that in that moment, as the mind expands,
and as its sphere within expands to match that sphere without,
polarities arise; such axis as may join them
to lie hidden and forgot; instead we see
all as remotenesses, that grow ever more the farther;
and then – the aweful nature of the human lie –
name them ‘opposites’… and in that step,
a further one, ‘duality’…
and so, condemn ourselves to fruitless life
where, across the vast mind’s sphere,
sadness – let’s say – sees, far off, that pure happiness -
too far, too far, to be within its reach…
and happiness, seeing far off, sadness, seeks in pleasure
to keep its distance…and so, the balance swings,
the world wags, and the mind knows only restlessness…
and knows, desire… how we forget,
we could not know desire, but that we knew
what desire desires; what’s missing in our world;
sadness, knowing the happiness; what would sadness be
without its knowing, in full, its happiness? ..
if we but saw desire as grace; looked at it with clear eye;
we might see, lurking there within,
beyond the warnings of its waywardness,
that holy thing that yearns alway for onefulness…
and as we have departed,
then by grace, so we return;
find by that third perfect point;
that eye that sees, from its eternal home,
duality to resolve in unity..
and all absolved, we’re absolute..
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this, by mine own hand… writ
in a deep yearning sadness;
sadness that would fain convince itself
that happiness, this morning, is too distant; so, then,
to abide in sorrowed sadness…
and yet, there are strange joys,
where sadness meets all other things, in duty and in law;
speaks of all things in some strange disguise;
finds its heart, where heart it never sought;
and so, if words may do
what words should do, I name this poem’s end
its true beginning: name it now,
dedicating it, to truth and joy, and to myself:
A Poem in Praise of Happiness.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Cowboy In Me
I don't know why I act the way I do
Like I ain't got a single thing to lose
Sometimes I'm my own worst enemy
I guess that's just the cowboy in me
I got a life that most would love to have
But sometimes I still wake up fightin' mad
At where this road I'm heading down might lead
I guess that's just the cowboy in me
The urge to run, the restlessness
The heart of stone I sometimes get
The things I've done for foolish pride
The me that's never satisfied
The face that's in the mirror when I don't like what I see
I guess that's just the cowboy in me
The urge to run, the restlessness
The heart of stone I sometimes get
The things I've done for foolish pride
The me that's never satisfied
The face that's in the mirror when I don't like what I see
I guess that's just the cowboy in me
Girl I know there's times you must have thought
There ain't a line you've drawn I haven't crossed
But you set your mind to see this love on through
I guess that's just the cowboy in you
We ride and never worry about the fall
I guess that's just the cowboy in us all
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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No Sympathy
I can't find no love
No sympathy
What kind of love
They've got for me
I'm on my way
To happiness
Where I can find
Some peace and rest
When I'm in my trouble here
Only me feels the pain
Not one good word of advice
From any of my so called friends
I can't find no love
No sympathy
What kind of love
They've got for me
I'm on my way
To happiness
Where I can find
Some peace and rest
Might as well, might as well
I get out, I get out of hell
Hell would never be made for me
So I'm gonna search, search 'till I'm free
I can't find no love
No sympathy
What kind of love
They've got for me
I'm on my way
To happiness
Where I can find
Some peace and rest
song performed by by Bob Marley
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I 'm going crazy.........
Day and night I think of you, I 'm going crazy in love
I'm going crazy with thoughts of you
can't rest if I don't see you, can't get control of my heart
what kind of magic is this in love
i'm drowned in this restlessness
my eyes keep looking for you every moment
my craziness is crossing the limits
ley me keep you in my heart, let me make you mine
and let me hide you in my eyes.
(Morin 7231)
poem by Poem Lover
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Some Peace
My honesty everyone doubts and nobody believes me. The sadness just keeps on increasing and turns to be intolerable. Wounds are fresh as ever from the past events of pain. Peace, some peace I try to search although perfect peace is nowhere since perfection is just an illusion of human mind.
A beautiful life and pleasing world, everyone is in search of. Where is such a place is always the thing on everyone's mind. Live and let live is actually the only way to find some hope as spreading love is the need.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Lakota
Buffalo,
Resulting,
The dark cloud! !
Of the harmony,
With peace and loce;
But in Lakota to rest my mind!
And, as clear as it could be with your love.
The muse of love,
The muse of peace,
The muse of unity,
The muse of care;
But, true to that purpose! !
And like this river on my side;
For, in Lakota i will rest my mind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Cowboy In Me
(craig wiseman, jeffrey steele, al anderson)
I dont know why I act the way I do
Like I aint got a single thing to lose
Sometimes Im my own worst enemy
I guess thats just the cowboy in me
I got a life that most would love to have
But sometimes I still wake up fightin mad
At where this road Im heading down might lead
I guess thats just the cowboy in me
The urge to run, the restlessness
The heart of stone I sometimes get
The things Ive done for foolish pride
The me thats never satisfied
The face thats in the mirror when I dont like what I see
I guess thats just the cowboy in me
The urge to run, the restlessness
The heart of stone I sometimes get
The things Ive done for foolish pride
The me thats never satisfied
The face thats in the mirror when I dont like what I see
I guess thats just the cowboy in me
Girl I know theres times you must have thought
There aint a line youve drawn I havent crossed
But you set your mind to see this love on through
I guess thats just the cowboy in you
We ride and never worry about the fall
I guess thats just the cowboy in us all
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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A Night Passes In A Silenceless Torment
A night passes in a Silenceless Torment
Even the most beautiful songs
Cannot quell the restlessness-
There are times when one is not born for this
Or any other world-
Dissatisfaction restlessness frustration
Cannot yield the best poetry-
Tormented songs repeat themselves
What was once beautiful
Now irritates as relentless noise-
There is the need for a different kind of beauty
A song from within that no external song can give-
I want silence
No other song
Only silence
Silence and more silence
A poetry of silence
Or even a silence without poetry
Silence
The kind of silence in which the torment has ended
Sleep perhaps
Silence silence
Please.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Seek and Find
Life hides secrets to find
Seek its truths and be refined
Life's safari reveals a map
an eluded path, go fill the gap
To survive the curse of old Adam's sin
follow truth, and be cleansed a thousand times within
thus to it do trust
In safe-guard winds in it do thrust
Search for this peace and be at ease
never let rest until life cease
Seek life's truth and you will find
a glorious ever state of mind
Copyright © 2012
poem by Godfrey Morris
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A Virtue Well Tested
'Patience, my child'
said with a loving touch
to calm the little one's restlessness,
that time is not moving quite fast enough
'Patience, my child'
said with a time tested grin
to teach another of time's leisureliness,
that eventually, life will begin
'Patience, my child'
said with a knowing heart
to mend the young one of their brokeness,
that one day, love will start
'Patience, my child'
said with much sympathy
to give insight to life's wretchedness,
that Providence remains almighty
'Patience, my child'
said to a tired heart and mind
to soothe the pain of his lonliness,
that soon Rest he will find
poem by Katherine Rhodes
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How Will I Fall Asleep Tonight?
How will I fall asleep tonight?
My mind just races so.
Can I desensitize myself to life
and allow my mind to go
to a place of peace and rest?
Or has God allowed this to happen to me
because it is my test?
I search for answers that do not come.
They’re lost inside of my mind.
I struggle with this on each new day
but the answers are left behind
in some faraway place that beckons me
but I’m never able to find.
I will try again to sleep tonight
and put my thoughts away
at least until I can find some rest
to face another day.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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In the spirit of Rumi - 14
I will create you,
I shall name you;
I will show you happiness; then
I shall show you sorrow;
I will show you sorrow; then
I shall show you happiness;
and in the one, you shall know
the more about the other;
I will show you rest; and
I shall show you restlessness;
and in experiencing one,
you shall know more of the other;
I will show you all that is old; and
I shall surprise you with all that seems new;
I will show you the Unchanging and Eternal, and
I shall show you the changing and the impermanent;
and when you have tasted both of these
you will know more of Me;
I will have you taste the One;
I shall have you taste the many;
and when you have tasted both of these
you shall know more of Me;
I shall show you every opposite that you or I can name,
for I am, all opposites;
and when you have known all opposites
you will know Me beyond all opposites;
I will show you love, and
I shall show you lack of love;
and knowing these, you will become
all the more the loving; and
although you will forget my love for you,
I shall never cease to love myself in you; and
although you will deny your love for Me, or that I exist,
I shall never cease to love myself in you;
but as lovers do, I shall tease you; for
so lovers show each other their true heart;
and so, you will know, as lovers do,
that you are Me and I am you;
I will show to you My smile of love;
I shall speak to you My love’s message.
And if you ask more of Me than all these,
I will show you glory upon glory;
and if you ask yet more of Me than this,
I shall brush you with an angel’s wing
and pour out the honey of my love for you
and show you, dazzled by the world, how you are yet Myself.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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For all that has been said of the love that certain natures (on shore) have professed for it, for all the celebrations it has been the object of in prose and song, the sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.
quote by Joseph Conrad
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G*d Unnamed
So many are reluctant, in their speech,
to make referral to the name of God;
as if to speak thus is to overreach
what may by human mind be understood.
Yet is it not the given power of mind
to do this very thing, and boldly seek
always the greater picture, there to find
the greater causes, and of them to speak?
Our consciousness is greater than the Sun;
it shines beyond the shadows of the mind;
in universal thoughts that look to One
a richer life this greater love may find.
Thus unnamed unity may head our quest;
for Goodness, Truth and Beauty there still rest..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Astro Man
Here I come to save the day
A little boy inside a dream just the other day
His mind fell out of his face and the wind blew it away
A hand came out from heaven and pinned a badge on his chest
It said get out there, man, and do your best
They call him astro man
And hes flyin higher than
That faggot superman ever could
Oh, they call him cosmic nut
And hes twice as dense as donald duck
And hell try his best toscrew you up
The rest of your mind
Oh, look out! my guitars
Astro man, flyin across the sky two times higher
Than that old faggot superman ever, ever could
Ever could
There he goes, there he goes
Where he stops, no one knows
There he goes, there he goes
Hes tryin to, tryin to blow out the rest of your mind
Hes gonna blow out the rest of your mind
Talkin about lookin for peace of mind
Astro man will leave it in pieces
Have you put our trouble behind him
Make you fly around in pieces
Yeah, blow out the rest of your mind
Astro man will blow out the rest of your mind
Hes gonna blow out the rest of your mind
song performed by by Jimi Hendrix
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Male is restless.
Man comes out of woman
And woman, out of woman.
Neither comes out of man.
Man seeks woman for love.
Man seeks woman for shade.
Man's restless to reach her.
Can he win over her?
Can he be in her good book?
Will she take him as man?
He is restless for an answer.
In merging with female,
Male becomes feminine
And sheds its restlessness.
18.10.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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