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You

I met you at the dawn,
Drawing big hologram dream
Offer me a chance to fly
Off from myself to a digital land
Each plain step to reach you is painful
You got away any good charm
Left all question to ponder
Isn’t clear the way I lay the world at your feet?
Fed up my mind with your brief existence
Noone to be found, nothing to be bound
I sat on the tickling sense of time
Dying for a drip of promising light
To granted the best recovery time
Or ease the sight of turbulence in storm
My breath ceased to hail your name
Never did across your pure attendance
To passing each second in agony of your smile
Your limited and belated will had gone astray
As a crack in a fragile brown leave
It’s an awesome deceiving truth
To let illusion intertwined a trust
When you describe a love in full denial
I learn to gasp some fresh air in mind
I am real as I cry and bleed, unlike you
Cherish colorful shadow to daydreaming
While painting your heart darker everyday
To cover your perfect impersonate
A great feature of mind under moon light shadow
Which abide me in endless silence
There at dawn where I met you

poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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A Dull Tiny-Statue

I was a dull tiny-statue linger in the dusty rack
Seize my lonely track in pitch dark corner
Yearning for a crack to bring light into sight
Enchanted by deafening laughter sound outside
The wonderful play performed in my lucid dream
To met a knight in his bright mask
Offer me a new life full of sparkle
The entire of universe will be my grace
Though a blink away, the rust welcome me
The smell of the damp future choking me
Slowly I fall to sleep paving my eternity

Just one day when I greet my day to the air
I see hope with feathers dropp in
He just a rusty plain harmless-robot
Claim to live longer than the sun but anonymous
No decent name or weapon he deserved
Yet he’s living in full acknowledge of wonder
Invite me to play and regard a bruise as a reward
That day I learn to plant a heart in my head
To understand the language and learn the truth
About how this world getting rich by going old
When every happiness add but we feel even less

Every cling from his feet made the silver mark
Which enlighten the days to find the path of nights
The days rolling in its lovely new track
There we go, off from the rusty home
Pursue the butterfly to the sky
Till we blinded by the sight of a perfect kite
Then we landed in green valley, running endlessly
And he step off, holding down the gaze
To a small colorful figure he called dream
It was just a silly living-shape for me
But indeed it amusing his true-being

The next step he diminished, disowned me
Wish me to find the perfect charm to unbind my mind
He held it tight to his heart and defends it right
I standing numb hold the nerve to abide
Alone and nowhere as a scattered cloud
Longing to be found and being in a safe bound
Drifting far from my existence as a dumb
Cursing all the brilliant time which is not mine
The wonderful scene surround is killing me
How I wish to be back in the old dusty rack
To beheld and belong as me; a dull tiny-statue

poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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Don't Seek the Truth, Just Giveup untruth!

Why you go round and round,
May it be around earth,
Or may be around universe,
You will not find the Truth,
It is neither in earth or in sky,
It is neither in ocean,
nor in mountains,
wherever you go Truth follows you,
Yet you are unable to follow Truth!

If you see your shadow,
You are walking away from light,
But others only can see your shadow, when you are towards light!

Truth can not be found anywhere,
Learn from the still lake,
When water is pure and clear,
When ripples are waves subside,
One can see both reflection of world,
And bottom of the lake in which your own face glow!

Only its image can be found in mirror of your heart,
Only path to the Pathless land is to cleanse the mirror,
cleanse the vision,
clear all senses, Giveup untruth!
Mind and action,
Make them free of memories and expectations,
Leave behind corpse of past burnt,
Not look at the future,
Then only you see the image of Truth,
And find truth shine everywhere!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Inside The Cross of Iron Shadow

Inside The Cross of Iron Shadow
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Shape to Guide Aligned by Light
Formed of Cross Divide of Shadow
Light to Darken The Cross Within
The Dark Surround The Light With Out
Shape To Confine The Shadow Caste Of Iron Cross

Pieced Together The Puzzle Within
Immediate Light of Circumstantial

Fade to Black
Cross Fade to Light
The Sound Staged Within

Shadow Sounds Free of Night
Forged Of Iron Shadow

Holier Than Thou Be This Shadow Cross of Age
Cast of Moon Beam of Light to Burn
Outline of Cross Confines The Shadow Dark
Which Binds A Mind To Light

Fore There In No Way Exist
This One Without The Other Side of Good
As Day to Blackest Night of Evil
As Sun Give Rise to Dawn To Cast Away
The Nightmare Within A Mind Of Day and Shadow

Night of Day To Darkest Cross Beam of Light
To Light A Mind Eclipsed In Shadow
Forever In Light To Dark Shade of Gray Matter
Inside The Cross Of Iron Shadow.

poem by Ricardo Antunes
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A Bleak Dream

I was looking to you
Over the glass in a big hall
You bow to me and smile
It was then that I know
You held a great ball
In the silence of my sincerity

I drawn at you
Thinking as a fascinated guest
Eager to seize every tickling of the time
Make my pure intention at ease
You step closer and reveal
Every room in yr busy dream
I wonder how to ever leave

I saw her, cast a spell in the mere light
Wrap you and all the nuance with shadow
Captured all the bright scene in a frame
Linger to have a perfect saviour
Melt away with the scent of the rain
Vanish forever in eternal flame

I was looking in it once again
All dismissed and gone
Trying to grab you but myself fade away
Leaving only the scar in the hall
Of the bleak dream
Writing your name, me and her

poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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Surrogate

You give me your brightest smile
Your hands are warm to mine
It is almost a perfect romance
But I'm just the surrogate
I should not even feel

It's not me you imagine
You only need a replacement
I'm just a substitute
To cover your truly desire

You always have the shadow
That avoid you to be responsible
You often give me a false hope
But I'm just the surrogate
You never want me for real

I'll follow your act
My smile still won't crack
I'm ready for the impact
With everything on track

I'll be good
I'll be very very good
I'll follow your mood
Though maybe it is not always good

You shout so harsh and cramp
Your words insult my mind 
It is nearly a killing time
But I'm just the surrogate
I know that you don't mean it

I'm not the one you see
You only need a release
I'm just a simple distraction
Easy to be abandoned 

You ask me to tell it plain
Your eyes beg me to understand 
It looks like a good agreement
But I'm just the surrogate
My truth is always on the seal

I'll be obedient
I'll show my acceptance
I'll adapt with your sense
Even it is out of insane

I'll be the fool
I'll be your perfect tool
I'll move like a doll
Who doesn't have any goal

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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I Believe In You.... Dear

life is full of meaning that only you and i can tell
everything we share and take, is just but a memories
to remember, that we have partake, the pain and joy is
an experienced of life, a thing to ponder, that we live
is not a journey of lossing oneself but a giving of the best
in you, in giving we learn to live again

life has no contenment it is in our heart that makes it
satisfying to live, for in dying oneself we learn that giving is
something most value of what our soul cherish, our heart desire
to live of what is love, but only in giving that we die

life desire the best to live, for in you, i learn to die, a painful life
encounter of my soul, it is in giving of what is dying that the
meaning of existence is dying the most value in you

your not an angel that i forsake, not even God whom i adore,
nor the master of myself that i respect, or a designer of my
destiny, yet your the wisdom of time that makes me what i am

life that i live with you, is but a searcher of who iam in you, in the
universe, in the moment of time where i exist, your something
that my soul can't resist......
a light that transcent beyond my sight
a sky that i can reach and touch
a horizon of rays that only i can feel
a beauty that flows within my soul
a wisdom that only you can whisper in my heart
a voice of en endless time that tells me that i am not alone

life we take in our journey to the beyond time, is wonderful, and the
answer of fate we meet is a beginning of our unending committment
to live where it ends

poem by Antonio Liao
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In Trying To Reconstruct The Self

shattered pieces of self
like fragile glass
scattered on the floor

one must pick the pieces
and glue
the past and the present
and polish the
future

everyday is a reconstruction
a reunion of the mind and the heart
do not be left out
somewhere in the dark corridors of time
embrace the light and take another step forward
for life's essence is always to move on and on

those that stop shall soon decay
they rot and the layers of time soon bury them
in the land of oblivion

come! come with me!
hurry! hurry! time has big wings and too swiftly it flies away

for unlike the mind with memories that may come back
time only moves forward and then forgets

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life after death..... a journey

the shadow of the mystery of the
new life, awake
the womb of
life forever

life has wondered the solitude of time,
the stream of life of light
echo in a distance,
transcending the
ray that gives the
breath of life

time has drown to reveals
the essence of existence,
where wisdom has
lighted to glitter
in the dark

illusion of passion intertwine the
mystery of life, for the
twilight zone of dawn
of a new life is the
beginning of
life after death

face the dawn my dear soul... its the
end of time....a beginning of an
endless life time

poem by Antonio Liao
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Sunrise

(eric carmen)
Sunrise, shine down a little love
On the world today
Make a morning so sweet
That itll have to chase my blues away
Oh, the moon and stars have gone
And I can see the light of dawn
Like a golden smile
Brightening up the brand new day
Sunrise, come wrap me in the warmth
Of your crimson sky
I spent a long time believin
In a dream that had passed me by
But the moon and stars have gone
And I can see the light of dawn
Like a golden smile
Brightening up the morning sky
From my bed I can hear the world outside
I get up, throw my window open wide
Take a breath of that fresh air
Take a breath of that fresh air
Fresh air
Sunrise, shine down a little love
On the world today
Make a morning so sweet
That itll have to chase my blues away
Oh, the moon and stars have gone
And I can see the light of dawn
Like a golden smile
Brightening up the brand new day
Brand new day

song performed by by Eric Carmen
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In passing

I pass by your house today,
And in passing I saw your shadow appear,
Then turn as if to stay, and half disappear,
Retreat slowly away.

As if in haste you had to go,
And may seek to find another illusive time,
Opportunity to come again into my mind,
If passing the same way tomorrow.

You leave the vestment of your shadow,
To perfumed the air,
And if the thoughts I have of you should go,
And wearily disappear.

I will remember when I grieve,
That you were distinctly here,
Passing amidst the realm I leave,
To turn in silence and upon your beauty stare.

To think about the shadow I have seen,
And all the sleepless hours through the night,
Your shadow reflect the moonlight,
Of the vision that should have been in my dream.

I will arise and come to you softly again,
Passing by your house in the patient breeze,
And in darkness, I shall have some peace,
When I see you as you were in my dream.

poem by Gerry Legister
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There’s Always a Dawn

There were spears
There were swords
Made for hunting
Not war
Yet with it, from the blood of the innocent will create a new dawn

But war came
Great battles and fights
Many dead
Few still alive
To face the never ending dawn

A new world made
By the people who were left
Conquerors and Defeated
United in one land
A new dawn created with the help of man

The one land changed
More wars began
Famine and disease
Grew a part of that
But the dawn still remained

It was after these wars that history began
Written by the victors about
The defeated
The damned
The dawn was never mentioned- forgotten

These people
The defeated left the land
In search for a new home
Away from the wars
Searching forever for a new dawn

Perhaps they were wise
To leave with such haste
For the empire they once knew
Began to break
The dawn now remembered- the people prayed

The empire broke
The great kingdom now gone
In its place a new world just like the dawn
Still life in the world went on and on
Yet the dawn was still worshiped- never forgotten

The years past
More wars began
Countries discovered
New weapons for man
The promise man made- left to die

Centuries turned
Discoveries made
Technology found
Diseases dead
Still on and on the dawn survives

But for every technology there’s always a weapon
For every discovery there’s always a second
With one disease dead more still arrive
And with every new day a new world is created
Though the dawn still remained

So the world keeps turning
In the dark and light
For every bad thing
There’s always a light
In the dawn

In war it is Peace
In death it is Life
In disease it is the Cures
In the world it is Hope
Disguised as the dawn

Hope keeps us going
Through the bad it is strength
To do what is right, To help the world
In the light it shines, shines for the future, a brighter day
A new dawn

The earth might be in darkness
With a shadow on its edge
Waiting to consume
Till the universe is dead
The dawn still remains

But still the world keeps turning
Like the never ending dawn
Time is forever
And the universe survives
Because of the dawn

It might seem the end
Of the world that we know
But at the end of a day
There’s always mans hope
There’s always a dawn

poem by Carrie Halliday
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Push

Like what you see
Love what you hear
Smile when you feel
My foolish tear
Ill break my silence now
Hold back my pride
Ill stake my claim on this
In me Ill confide
Will you leave before the dawn
( please tell me )
Will I push or do you fall
( dont make me )
With the time youve had to learn
( please tell me )
Some respect is all youll earn
Try as I might
Ive seen no light
Must I believe in this
You feed on greed
Sometimes I fight myself
Question my mind
Then I remember you
Boasting your find
Will you leave before the dawn
( please tell me )
Will I push or do you fall
( dont make me )
With the time youve had to learn
( please tell me )
Some respect is all youll earn
Ill break my silence now
Whats there to hide
Ill stake my claim on this
Proof that youve lied

song performed by by Olive
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At Dawn

At dawn…
The time when I feel all alone
When everybody is asleep
And are still catching some zzzz’s

At dawn…
The hour when the place is quiet
When I’m almost dumb and deaf
And silence is all I can hear

At dawn…
The break when my mind’s unloaded
When my body is free from pains
And my heart is filled with wonder

At dawn…
Each day with a date with God
I spend this quiet time in grace
Thanking Him for the night that passed

At dawn…
I pray to our Almighty Lord above
Praising Him for who He is-
An awesome and wonderful God

At dawn…
I plead for His help so I could do
All the tasks that I have to make
At dawn, and for the rest of the day

poem by Rose de Ramar
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This Storm

The move to make.
The breath to take.
By storm, it hits to live by this heart.
In worlds which couldn't be any farther apart.
Even with you not knowing who I am.
You have already become part of my plan.
Upon making my stand.
Even if it doesn't seem that grand.
Still here I am.
In denial I'm not.
In which a dream is sought.
The cost can never be too much.
With such meaning no more than such.
Tip toeing across this high voltage line and knowing that all will be fine.
I will not be burnt, I will not be even a little bit shocked by anything I come across.
As a page floats away among the sudden wind,
I know a new one will be written.
Will I like it being the question.
But even if not being the determination.
Continuing no matter the headache or aggravation.
Promises but mere whispers upon the head.
Threatening in which that I don't keep.
Mentioning that which of I don't speak.
The practices of the deep.
Holding on to secrets meant to be released.
Honesty with the foreboding sight of being perceived as naive.
Come on now you must not give yourself away before it is time.
Decision made by the clock we define.
I keep telling myself its all in my mind.
An illusion in which the outcome is not known.
How can that ever be?
I have eyes in which I most certainly can see.
Distance definitely not being under par.
As light passes through it is converted into electrical signals which are sent to describe.
But could the description be wrong?
An Imaginary breaking of another dawn.
Could it really be the sun falls as the night comes?
As many poets said before me said it is a dream within a dream.
Trying to explain what one doesn't understand.
How can that ever happen?
And in these meager attempts, has it brought me any true satisfaction?
A revelation which has been incubating.
Finally its ready to be hatched.
But what will born out of this storm?

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Tears Reflection

Tears reflection

Moving sand, on them, I stand
Deserted In driest self esteem
Shadow of mine questioned me repeatedly
To whom my soul chained to
My soul, am i departed from you?

Silence abduct the sound
As if the flowing air ceased
Till the pain to be clearly heard
Loud in mind louder in heart
Whispering sharp, bleed me hard

On this finest sand, i still stand
When all energy now left broken
By the burning sun in front
So another step has frozen
Burned strength with aches pain

Illuminated rays, behind these eyes
Pigmented my vision for years
But as for now, fears deserted mind
Images seems blur, make pain so real
Dark as red rose to be lachrymose
Bleeding emotion wash out all sights
Dissolves my colorful thoughts
Be in the drops by my eyes pressure
Free fall touching my dry heels
Rainy tears soon wet my toes
And drained my sober continuously
Soaked me in the tears sea

Front of these eyes
All white, faded sight
No Images, left, up or right
The only one is below,
There's someone
The one that once was mine
Self reflection in another side

Dive into you, i will lost to
Drowning in you, I want back to
Stain my sight of past chromatic vision
Swimming with images back to mind
In a long trail of sleeping
Revived dream draw lines
Lead my soul find home
The lost has returned
Again...

Morning light wake me up
Soft on green grasses, I stand again
Eyes wide open with returned vision
Watching real after lost in illusion
Chaining soul and sanity
Back to me

poem by Unwritten Soul
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Calculated Risk Analysis

The rays enter the room
Illuminating it from within
Dawn breaks dispelling the gloom
This is the new found freedom..

The birds are chirping
The dogs are celebrating the new day
I stretch my bones and take in the fresh air
This is the new found freedom..

The happiness inside knows no bounds
I take a deep breath and look forward
With a smile and hope to this day
This is the new found freedom..

No more shackles no more chains
No more restraints to induce the pain
With a snap broken away
This is the new found freedom..

Time to throw out the old and bring in the new
Time to challenge the norm
Lay down a new path never traveled before
This is the new found freedom..

As I step out of the house with a jaunt in my step
Looking at the shadow left behind
Of days gone by
This is the new found freedom..

poem by Tushar Nanda
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A Mind Rich In Innocence

Truth, The Real God
Not that we have made
Does not want a facade
Of the limited and narrow world that we parade

It asks for a mind rich in Innocence
That doesnt have a scratch of experience
A mind free from time
A mind free from grime

It wants a Being whose heart is Full
Rich, clear which does not get pulled
By jaded and petty eyesight
Just capable of intense feeling in all its might

Be sensitive with your nerves
Your eyes, your body, your voice, your ears
See the beauty of the tree, the smile of the child
The agony of the woman without a meal, the animals in wild

Unless you do, there is no intelligence
It doesnt come with knowledge or experience
Comes with sensitivity and observation
A mind rich in Innocence....

poem by Renu Rakheja
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The Radiance Of Pure Being

In the light of another sun
much brighter than this one
there no darkness is ever seen
as the mind of thought is clean.

When the ladder is climbed to that domain
what any go there with except love is vain.
Everything else may or can exist below
which is only what this light does show.

There is the Radiance of Pure Being
the like of which few are ever seeing.
A very rare experience by actual sight is had
as the mind is bewildered but the soul is glad.

Intellect and reason have been left behind
as all else except to that light one is blind.
Intuition or direct perception is the means
whereby the mind at its own source gleans.

Any limitations and divisions there don’t exist
only the effulgence of True Light does persist.
Though we receive light and warmth from the stars, moon and sun
all the light in the universe put together can’t ever equal That One.

Could it be That from which all of existence flows
as time and space by mind’s true reflection shows
and whatever seen here is the becoming of That which forever is;
in tangible finite shape or form a manifestation of The Infinite is?

The Radiance of Pure Being is also the essence of everyone’s soul
and so is seen after self effort and grace have performed their role.
To live through all of our days in life and be ignorant of That Light
isn’t what any of us have been born for in this world or given sight.
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Note:
This poem relates to an experience vouchsafed to me while staying in the ashram of Swami Muktananda Paramahansa back in 1978. It was almost 20 years after that time the words or inspiration came to write about it.

poem by George Krokos
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Heartless Land

I know the world is full of light
So why cant things just work out right
Oh take me, take me
From this heartless land
It used to be so full of love
But now its only push and shove
Oh take me, take me
From this heartless land
Just a breath of new life
Into an empty sky
From deep inside, where love must lie
No need to play the perfect fool
Stand up for love, break the rule
Oh come with me
You know that you can
I see the sky, I see the ground
Whats in between must now be found
There is no life
Inside this heartless land
Just a breath of new life
Into an empty sky
Somewhere in your soul
Where love must lie
And I say ... come to the light
Everyday is getting closer
To your sweet surrender
Out of the cold
cause I found a way
That we can fly forever
With direction and peace of mind
The river will flow
Come to the light, my love
cause I need you here
I need you here tonight
The chains of love they run so deep
But the hand that writes the law is weak
Oh take me, take me
From this heartless land
cause its the place the broken go
The place that we dont want to know
There is no love
Inside this heartless land

song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Is It A Crime?

Is it a crime?
When love find its way home
Far away from what’s written in the name card
Yet it is the perfect place to dwell
Would we learn the new path?

Is it a crime?
When a vow loose its meaning
Far too fast from its due moment
Yet it is the sincere words to hold
Would we find the missing line?

Is it a crime?
When good intention change its color
Far too dim from its original shadow
Yet it is the brightest light to follow
Would we follow the former guidance?

Is it a crime?
When the heart beat miss its rhyme
Far too distance from its old note
Yet it is the lovely language to be spell
Would we understand the true lesson?

Is it a crime?
When the dream perform its reality
Far too complicated from what expected
Yet it is the finest story ever to be told
Would we appreciate the truth?

Is it a crime?
When the faith despise its power
Far too fragile from the restless mind
Yet it is the perfect theory to buy
Would we count on the premonition?

Is it a crime?
When my mind loosing its sanity
Far too reckless from my pure intention
Yet it is nothing but you
Would you reply all of my questions?

poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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