The Angels Above
Select the right action and thought,
To revel in nothing but divinity.
I have movement of the mathematical mind,
Of the blessings from an angelic man.
He is again in my heart as well as my head,
Like the ringing of wings, and the life of an animal.
He, the angel in question, is against my closure of philosophy,
In that it seeks ample pride in my scholarship.
You shall rid it of the wings when it has earned your pride,
For this pride is not the right action and thought
That you select. Choose it, and that which exists.
poem by Naveed Akram
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To Be Thinker
A thought may reach the other house,
But my expertise stayed in this home;
My thought is in the head like a mouse
That risks its existence with a cat that can roam.
My doing is for the pleasure of the year,
My years I count, like a mathematical computer,
As fast as one, and as precise as one can bear,
For they who are strict are like a member.
One thinker is only a righteous man
When he stopped another action
That is thought of as ugly, like a ban,
Like a police man or one with aggression.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Strange Kind Of Love
I once thought I had the love of God in my heart;
a feeling of oneness in which everyone is a part.
But as time went by and the days passed
that feeling of oneness did not really last.
I would search inside my heart to try and find
the love of God I thought had been left behind.
But as I looked eagerly there like a bloodhound
what I seemed to come across was less profound.
Then in the darkness of my mind I began to see a light;
It was coming and going, unsteady, to my inner sight.
The longer that I looked at it in wonder each day,
it seemed to speak to me without any words to say.
I would often marvel in awe how this could be
a spark of faith and hope from deep inside me.
So each day I would praise God in my heart with love
dedicating all action, words and thought to Him above.
The Love of God returned it seemed in some way
as a feeling of oneness swelled in my heart to play.
Life seemed sweet, almost as if too good to be true
and many things that were old appeared to be new.
I began also to know things which before went over my head
and to fathom the mysteries of what in books had been read.
It was in daily life experiences though that the truth shined through
as my mind was refined to witness what the Others taught and knew.
I would grasp and revel in subtle things which were lofty and divine
and then go about each day as if I was drunk on some kind of wine.
Everything all around seemed to be holy and possessed a hidden light,
encompassing all creatures and objects, that was revealed to my sight.
poem by George Krokos
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3 C.04 Thought And Action
From birth we clearly see,
We act then think clearly,
From birth immersed in action be,
Then through though guide it fitfully. [1]
Thought without action no result be,
Action without thought nothing be,
Thought and action should together be,
Best interpreters of thought - action be. [2]
poem by Munnan Misra
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I Reside in Your Head
I reside in your head I am in command
with camerae eye that can click a billion
reasons to do, to love, to hate,
to sign a truce or go to war,
or feel a single grain of sand.
I cast the net over your mind
as you surf thru your life,
Innate action with no command, no thought,
bats your eyes and beats your heart,
as loves wonder you have to find.
A crossed path in the sunday park
You see her face, the one,
the very first sight of her stops dead
my control of you.
Your eyesight’s both fuse loving the fusions spark,
A connection of divinity heralds,
something far stronger than a nice first sight.
Love is in the air I’m losing command,
you touch and smile and call her Judy,
love connects you both dear Gerald
which you accept for I am
yourself
poem by Ken e Hall
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To will is to select a goal, determine a course of action that will bring one to that goal, and then hold to that action till the goal is reached. The key is action.
quote by Michael Hanson
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Thoughtfulness
A thought has resided in my head,
And it is considered the blessing of the Earth;
Very brave is my character if the thought has any basis,
And any commentary still has a provocation of another thought.
Beauty resounds in the head, as the heart collapses in time with itself.
Better is the art of the thinker who kept his wit,
And drew his mind in his mind,
Declaring thoughts that decided to twitch in mine.
A thought is a wonderful goal in life,
You love or hate it - especially when it ticks and spins
All in the name of thinking aloud.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Each Day
Today,
Like everyday...
I'm thankful for the blessings that come!
No matter who may say they have none...
I see with my own eyes,
Mine are not disguised.
Each day,
That comes my way...
I'm thankful for the blessings that come.
No matter who may say they have none...
I see with my own eyes,
Mine are not disguised.
I don't awaken for unhappiness to test.
Nor do I look for it when Sun is on my roof,
In a mood.
In the morning I express my thankfulness.
Knowing I can choose to feel my very best.
Today,
Like everyday...
I'm thankful for the blessings that come!
No matter who may say they have none...
I see with my own eyes,
Mine are not disguised.
Each day,
That comes my way...
I'm thankful for the blessings that come.
No matter who may say they have none...
I see with my own eyes,
Mine are not disguised.
Each day,
I don't awaken for unhappiness to test.
Each day,
In the morning I express my thankfulness.
Each day,
I can select to feel my very best.
Knowing in my mind I wish this to address.
Today,
Like everyday...
I'm thankful for the blessings that come!
No matter who may say they have none...
I see with my own eyes,
Mine are not disguised.
Each day,
I don't awaken for unhappiness to test.
Each day,
In the morning I express my thankfulness.
Each day,
I can select to feel my very best.
Knowing in my mind I wish this to address,
Each day!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Make Every Breath Count!
emancipate...
by every action,
every word, every thought.
reconcilliate...
by every action,
every word, every thought.
facilitate...
by every action,
every word, every thought.
resuscitate...
by every action,
every word, every thought.
make every breath count!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Character isn't inherited. One builds it daily by the way one thinks and acts, thought by thought, action by action. If one lets fear or hate or anger take possession of the mind, they become self-forged chains.
quote by Helen Gahagan Douglas
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The principal aim of mathematical education is to develop certain faculties of the mind, and among these intuition is not the least precious. It is through it that the mathematical world remains in touch with the real world, and even if pure mathematics could do without it, we should still have to have recourse to it to fill up the gulf that separates the symbol from reality.
quote by Henri Poincare
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Every Breath We Breathe!
a part...
of the movement,
one grain of sand
on a limitless beach.
one dropp of water,
in an ocean filled with life.
commitment = action = change!
love = action = human!
compassion = action = feeding!
every breath we breathe,
shared!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Vine of Life
Substance is not divinity.
It is a creation of divinity.
My substance is my creation.
Is it substantially good?
Is it substantially evil?
The mind creates a bitter fruit.
Bitter to the taste,
Bitter to the eyes,
Bitter to the heart.
The spirit creates a sweet fruit.
Sweet to the taste,
Sweet to the eyes,
Sweet to the heart.
The vine is the connection to the fruit.
Our connection to the source of life.
Is life mind or spirit?
What is my calling or what is calling me?
The voices in my head?
Or the voice of creation?
The mind has limited capability.
The spirit has limitless.
For the mind will always thirst.
And the spirit will quench another.
Now my cup runneth over.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Honourable Employment
O my lord, lie not idle:
The chiefest action for a man of great spirit
Is never to be out of action. We should think
The soul was never put into the body,
Which has so many rare and curious pieces
Of mathematical motion, to stand still.
Virtue is ever sowing of her seeds;
In the trenches for the soldier: in the wakeful study
For the scholar; in the furrows of the sea
For men of our profession; of all which
Arise and spring up honour.
poem by John Webster
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Models
The model of principle so fastened to my shirt
Escapes and encapsulates my authority, all alone.
The ire in my breath carries me on a wide arc,
And the effort dissolves to make a circle of action.
Rambling and reading is the action of strength,
I am with vengeance and all the length of a square.
The models are actually against me,
Mathematical principles abide in the house,
As the models speak chemistry, and all of science.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Movement should be a counter, whether in action scenes or dialogue or whatever. It counters where your eye is going. This style thing, for me it's all fitted to the action, to the script, to the characters.
quote by Samuel Fuller
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The Crying From Misery
The miser has concussion when sick,
It is unholy and right if you end;
It contains blessings, the world,
When holiness has defeated;
We are holy, and they are so unholy,
The miser has concussion when sick
Too sick he is that it matters.
The misery of babies is like angelic crying,
You have divine nature when child
And lose when miserable more,
Like an angel it is, then adults shall change,
When babies were also them, also them.
The misery of babies is like angelic crying.
The miser has concussion when sick,
The misery of babies is like angelic crying.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sonnet and Sonata
May sonnet ever match sonata form?
whose opening movement catches restless mind;
whose new and ever-fresh harmonious sound
puts spark in eye and ear, and feet on ground;
then, slower movement, drawing us to still peace,
takes mind within to where all movements cease;
murmuring all that inner nature knows,
restoring to our self its true repose.
Then! final movement, dancing out new joy
in life within to outward present joined,
send us out Creation's messengers
to sing that song our heart in truth enjoys.
Coda, last, or couplet: solemn sum
of all before; that's present; may become.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Heavenly
A remark so dear to my heart has echoed
To every soul that begins its stay in the world.
A thought has passed away and resided
Instead in the life of our dreams, on the other side.
An action is being recorded by the angelic men
Who voice this act or acts in the form of writing.
A frivolous idea is embedded and requires talking
And discussion to enlighten and educate mankind.
Those are the human beings that were no hell,
And they were intent on religion and thoughts
Of heaven. Heaven is all on the other side.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Get Out Of My Head
(ronnie scott/ steve wolfe)
Producers for bonnie: ronnie scott, steve wolfe
Recorded in 1980 as a b-side to the single goodbye to the island. lyrics taken from careful listening.
I cant see in the dark, but I see you
Words dont come from your heart, but they get through
Somethings happened to you, somethings happened to me
Someones changing our lives, I know it isnt me
Oh get out of my head and get into my heart
Get out of my head and get into my heart
I thought it was love
But theres love and theres love
So get out of my head and get into my heart
Not much more I can do, than what Ive done
You shot me through the heart, without a gun
Somethings happened to you, somethings happened to me
Someones changing our lives, I know it isnt me
Oh get out of my head and get into my heart
Get out of my head and get into my heart
I thought it was love
But theres love and theres love
So get out of my head and get into my heart
Somethings happened to you, somethings happened to me
Someones changing our lives, I know it isnt me
Oh get out of my head and get into my heart
Get out of my head and get into my heart
I thought it was love
But theres love and theres love
So get out of my head and get into my heart
Get out of my head and get into my heart
Get out of my head and get into my heart
Get out of my head and get into my heart
Get out of my head and get into my heart
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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In Pscyhe with Divinity
i like the silence at the lake
as little insects dance
plunging their little legs
every now and then
to create tiny swirls of ripples
the convulsive smile of a little child
as mom carresses him
head to toe
i like the frog on the lily pad
a haven for meditation
his eyes fixed onto sky and clouds
as it zooms onto zero thought
a zen monk in his familiar garden
that perceives himself
that enviable space
between god and creation
that space where nothing exists
until he said 'Let it Bet'.
i like the peace and calm
when the tiniest life is amplified
when the senses are sharpened
to every sound, sight, and action
when one finds oneself psyched
into the creative well of divinity
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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