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We are nothing,
It is truth of Truth that
We are nothing, when compared to infinite wisdom around,
Infinite mass, infinite energy, infinite phenomena, infinite number of infinite knowledge on infinite topics around,
we were that puppets play on the stage,
Are we puppets and helpless, lifeless puppets?
No we are living puppets!
Puppets in the hands of destiny,
Is it true?
Nay, we are puppets in hands of our own desires and deeds,
Our own brilliance and folly!
If man's soul is in nature,
then he has to protect it from danger,
But a mind polluted by careless and reckless ego,
How can he keep environment clean?
If trees are cut recklessly, man will build his own cross!
If man's soul is in nature he has to conserve it,
Mountains and trees are his soul that bring the rain and abundance of life!
Harvest that, what one sow,
Cause and affect that follow,
one who think he is deep, somewhere he is shallow,
Somehow time will prove where he is hollow!
Knowing that he is nothing,
the baseless ego,
Useless he exist as a worm,
Sometimes as helpless as chained dog we lament,
As baseless as moving shadow,
One is free to act, but not free from effects,
So let us use this Freewill to know ourselves and live upto that,
Knowing oneself is easy and effortless,
But live accordingly is difficult,
Let us first eat for our life and not live to eat!
Let us become carefull in action,
Cautious, yet casual steps,
Save us from fall,
save us all,
with our green friends,
we live long!
Nothing is not that nothing,
but is Everything!
we learn to live as we are,
Without desires or expectation,
Not in the memory of past,
Not in anticipation of unborn future,
Let us live as if we are angels,
Lord of the universe dwell in us,
We live and work for him,
Knowing our nonexistent ego,
Get to the base of truth,
Let us be gods existing,
Representative of Almighty God,
Serene, kind, ever loving,
Honest and punctual,
Knowing our duties, performing well,
Rightfully exercising our right and might!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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dance, my little puppets
dance for me
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and you shall see
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dance to see
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start to begin
dance, my little puppets
this is the end
poem by Sandy Nobody
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Infinetry
If the universe is of infinite size
On just one planet would life arise?
Or are there many where life can swarm,
Advanced like us and of similar form?
In lands bizarre and on planets strange,
Do alien writers their words arrange?
So do we live in a universe
Where infinite poets write infinite verse?
poem by Dennis N. O'Brien
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The Sky Away
Angels
Are just an image that makes you feel
So cut free
So easily lost
Angels
Splattered on the road
Looking up gracefully
They still love you
They always will
And the dream that you paint
Will live longer than you
But always in a different place
Live
Do what you want
Do what you can
To be more than just yourself
The sky
Is wildly amazing
Infinite compassion
Infinite absorption
The sky
Splattered overhead
May be your only friend
But can never hear you call
And the song that you sing
Will speak louder than you
But always in a different language
Live
Do what you want
Do what you can
To be more than just yoursel
song performed by by Information Society
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The Sky Away 2. 0
Angels
Are just an image that makes you feel
So cut free
So easily lost
Angels
Splattered on the road
Looking up gracefully
They still love you
They always will
And the dream that you paint
Will live longer than you
But always in a different place
Live
Do what you want
Do what you can
To be more than just yourself
The sky
Is wildly amazing
Infinite compassion
Infinite absorption
The sky
Splattered overhead
May be your only friend
But can never hear you call
And the song that you sing
Will speak louder than you
But always in a different language
Live
Do what you want
Do what you can
To be more than just yoursel
song performed by by Information Society
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My Infinite Love
When you see a shooting star in the night
When you hear the warm wind whisper through the pines
I want you to know
Chorus:
Itll be me and my infinite love for you
Its just like I promised you under heaven above
It will live on long after we kiss goodbye
Forever by your side
My infinite love
When you think someone is callin out your name
When you feel that kind of feelin you cant explain
Now you will know
Repeat Chorus
I want you to know
Repeat Chorus
My infinite love
My infinite love
song performed by by George Strait
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Live
Clear out your mind
Look to your past and see what you can find
Stole soul afraid
Of the prophets perfect picture falls away
Is this the life that we choose to live
Or is this the life that has been giving
Now is the time to see what my life should be
What is mine!?
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
It's a timeless rage
For many people praying to be saved
Truth is so strong
It needs lights to guide it so it can carry on
I've seen blood on my hands
Am I dead or is this where it begins
I feel the shame
For my friend who put a bullet in his brain!
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
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We live in Shangri La now!
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We live in!
We live in!
song performed by by Zug Izland
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Lines consist of an infinite number of points; planes an infinite number of lines; volumes an infinite number of planes, hypervolumes an infinite number of volumes... No, this, this more geometrico, is definitely not the best way to begin my tale. Affirming a fantastic tale's truth is now a story-telling convention; mine, though, is true.
Jorge Luis Borges in The Book of Sand (1975)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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A Song of Einstein!
No one is absolute,
No one can predict what is truth,
All theories are obsolete when new one come,
Theories after theories,
What they add to our knowledge,
Only possibilities of truth,
Faulty or erroneous,
Only keep interest and enthusiasm alive!
Theories are the logical and reasoning to predict what we can't think!
But how a theory can be built without a thought,
And a single wave of thought is enough to spoil all!
Like the pickle get spoilt with single dropp of impurity!
Any theory to be put into test,
By intellects and fools alike,
When fools scream something,
Intellects become deaf or act as wise deaf,
When intellect say something,
Their voice is misunderstood,
Faith and belief are such a cheat,
Which can poison any mind!
What is use of all theories,
What will going to change,
If not man understand, theories are made for men,
And not for any living being,
One who knew how to live,
Why to live and what is purpose of life,
All theories are waste,
Just one more to add to the junk scrap,
And wondering monkey mind to play with!
'Stupidity in men and universe are infinite, but I doubt the universe! '
Surely infinite is stupidity in men,
They never thought of me, whether this Einstein is one among them,
Or something different?
If they start think in right way,
they find they are stupid children playing with pebbles when heap of pearls and diamonds hidden by Lord in man's own heart,
Under the veil of stupidity and idiocy,
There lies the treasure,
Theories are not,
but the infinite pleasure,
I know this for sure!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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A Digital; Truth
1) Puppets are innocent and beautiful.
2) Because they are real puppets.
3) Because they are made of nature.
In This World Of Infinite Words
IN THIS WORLD OF INFINITE WORDS
In this world of infinite words
So many poems have already been written,
Infinite poems in infinite words-
Therefore any new poem simply seems to cry out its own non- necessity-
Yet in a word in a voice
A whole world can be born and transformed-
A new poem a real poem
Can make us forget all the others
And make all the others live through it-
Yet who in this world of infinite words
Can write this poem?
And when will the next set of strangers names come
To show me that my words are nothing?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Restless Soul Is Mad
Restless soul
Is mad
Ruled by a force unseen but dominating
Eluding it
Yet longing for it
What fear is it?
What desire?
That grows each day
As the light submits to dark
And as the doors slowly close
It’s daytime for my soul
What horizons does it explore through the lands of dreams?
And what glitters for it far is its own illusionary reflections
That shine
A mirage
I do know!
Yet I live with its doubts
For my soul is restless
And it is mad
And it won't believe what shows
For it chases the truth
Not knowing that it beats within him
Falling in the rhythms of heart
Unheard
Moving like slow winds through its lungs
It’s the moment that is lived and to be lived the truth
A moment, an infinite lives
And a moment death
Yet I would live in doubt
For one day, my soul shall find the way to its own heart
To its own self
The ways untrodden for now
And till then I shall be restless
I shall be mad...
poem by Lama Abbas
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I Would Let You Live
I would let you live in this tormented soul of mine when you are gone
I would let you dwell in a corner of my heart
In the heart where infinite tempest of desires arouse and tattered this ever alive soul alive soul
I would hold you tenderly like a flower holds the dew dropp in an early winter morning,
And will keep your soul ever afresh
By the breeze of the breath that I slowly take
But I won’t fret that you are gone
Because within me you live in a million ways…
poem by Lama Abbas
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True, He is infinite Majesty, but He is also infinite Goodness and infinite Love. There can be no greater Lord than God; neither can there be a more ardent lover than He.
quote by Alphonsus Liguori
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Raise above Dark Frozen Fears!
Frozen fears in dark corners of mind,
Mind is that vast mansion,
not that we are inadequate cleanup;
Our deepest
fear is that we are powerful
beyond measure.
And some time we infinity mess up!
It is our light, that is fearsome,
Because the colour and intensity,
That takes to hallucination,
not our darkness that most frightens us.
Only we sleep healthy in it!
We ask ourselves, 'Who am I, whom I am to be brilliant,
Why I look gorgeous, why I am talented, fabulously expressive? '
you are that spark, who are you? Why are you
who you not to be?
You are that arc jumped in lightning,
Charged to million volts potential,
You are a child of that infinite.
Your potential Soul,
If guides you and shows,
infinite possibilities wait for you,
Only you have to look and hold them.
playing like child does pay
not serve the purpose they say,
Your stage is this world.
There is nothing Which can drown you
which that makes you weak,
Is that dim light can't pierce veil of ignorance?
Be enlightened about
The energy in you,
Probe into secrets in dark corners of mind,
Let the light in your heart show the way! strike at roots of weakness
Feel the span of your expansion
Infinite you're, in you're plane,
Infinite plane around you may cross,
None match to yours,
As you are that unique,
You are you unique as unique as others are!
Let your enlightened way
Fill others
that other people won't feel
insecure around you. We are all
meant to shine, as any number of stars shine in infinite sky
Play in here as children do.
We were children of God
And when we mature we are gods
Still raise up and be one with Him
to manifest
the glory of God in you and around
that power is within us.
It's not just in some of us;
it's in everyone. And as we lit
our own light and others to lit tiers
Whole universe
Can shine,
we show others why and how to live,
people
seduced to do the same. As
we are our own fear,
Our own can prove we are pure
our presence can
liberates others from fear."
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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The True-Blue American
Jeremiah Dickson was a true-blue American,
For he was a little boy who understood America, for he felt that he must
Think about everything; because that’s all there is to think about,
Knowing immediately the intimacy of truth and comedy,
Knowing intuitively how a sense of humor was a necessity
For one and for all who live in America. Thus, natively, and
Naturally when on an April Sunday in an ice cream parlor Jeremiah
Was requested to choose between a chocolate sundae and a banana split
He answered unhesitatingly, having no need to think of it
Being a true-blue American, determined to continue as he began:
Rejecting the either-or of Kierkegaard, and many another European;
Refusing to accept alternatives, refusing to believe the choice of between;
Rejecting selection; denying dilemma; electing absolute affirmation: knowing
in his breast
The infinite and the gold
Of the endless frontier, the deathless West.
“Both: I will have them both!” declared this true-blue American
In Cambridge, Massachusetts, on an April Sunday, instructed
By the great department stores, by the Five-and-Ten,
Taught by Christmas, by the circus, by the vulgarity and grandeur of
Niagara Falls and the Grand Canyon,
Tutored by the grandeur, vulgarity, and infinite appetite gratified and
Shining in the darkness, of the light
On Saturdays at the double bills of the moon pictures,
The consummation of the advertisements of the imagination of the light
Which is as it was—the infinite belief in infinite hope—of Columbus,
Barnum, Edison, and Jeremiah Dickson.
poem by Delmore Schwartz
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See Me Tonight,
time,
time has taken another turn,
time make's a man, time save's a man,
time is so infinite time can never fade,
time move's on and on with the infinite timing,
My time here is to shine by the light,
the anguish and affliction's has to end because
we trust our heavenly father,
By the value of God
we value time that giveth us the infinite life.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Who Is God, Where He Is?
When I am a part of this universe,
Rest of universe is my God,
I feel atomic,
my complimentary is gigantic!
When I identify my complimentary is I myself,
Universe and I become one!
Goal of soul is to get all experience,
From prior to human,
then human to divine!
Then comes a day on which universe becomes my own part,
As I and universe can make the whole,
On that day both universe and God are my own parts,
I am the king reigning all loving hearts!
In us there two parts conscious and unconscious,
One is temporal, another eternal,
O temporal Ramdas,
listen to your eternal,
Your experience are mine,
My knowledge is yours,
I am the eternal drummer,
Flute and keyboard synthesizer!
Listen the song of divine,
Temporal is temporary,
Eternal is eternal existence,
Come out of limited nature,
inside there is spirit of grand nature,
Come out of own ignorance,
When the journey of temporal starts, eternal starts singing the tune,
Listen crooning within own heart,
forget the trifles for awhile,
Ceasefire fight for a little,
o temporal one, your own nature is divine,
Be one with it who croons in you,
He is ready to crown you,
His glory is all were your own,
Yet the nonexistent ego, packed you in water of same ocean,
And you feel one among infinite bubbles,
Than infinite is your own nature!
Temporal and eternal were not two,
All the time they were together,
Temporal plays with ego,
no time to listen song divine,
But when tiered sleeps like a baby in its own divine!
When I am in universe and eyes of God,
I am helpless limited,
But in real I am the eternal truth in whom God and universe exist and play!
My own nature is grand beyond
Description of words,
I am a form of energy and that makes the difference,
When ego learns,
I am neither energy nor matter,
Only pure existence, knowledge and bliss!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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He who proclaims the existence of the Infinite, and none can avoid it — accumulates in that affirmation more of the supernatural than is to be found in all the miracles of all the religions; for the notion of the Infinite presents that double character that forces itself upon us and yet is incomprehensible. When this notion seizes upon our understanding we can but kneel ... I see everywhere the inevitable expression of the Infinite in the world; through it the supernatural is at the bottom of every heart. The idea of God is a form of the idea of the Infinite. As long as the mystery of the infinite weighs on human thought, temples will be erected for the worship of the Infinite, whether God is called Brahma, Allah, Jehovah, or Jesus; and on the pavement of these temples, men will be seen kneeling, prostrated, annihilated by the thought of the Infinite.
quote by Louis Pasteur
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Know Thyself!
Ah! The speck of a star dust,
Filling a ray of light,
Get Exited to roam here and
there! The one who has neither born,
nor die,
The eternal infinite singing its
eternal song AUM,
Going round and round the Sun,
Along the revolving Earth, Rotating about own axis along
with rotating Planet! I and you are same here,
Counting the time, counting the
days,
Everything is natural,
Why can't I be more natural
Why can't I be neutral, All here are busy,
The Sun, the Moon,
The Earth,
The ocean and breeze,
Every cells of plants and animals
busy, Look at your cells,
That too are soundlessly busy,
Why can't I and you,
Say 'I am you' to the creator,
Because you too conferred same
capacity, capable to create your own
world,
Your own happiness and sorrow,
Your own world of life, wisdom
and knowledge,
Its show of shadow play is this world!
If everything came from nothing,
And everything goes into
nothing,
Nothing is smiling behind
everything,
And everything showup on nothing,
is it true that universe is nothing,
Or one in this universe is
nothing? Or is it true that the sense
developed by nothing can feel
everything? Creation is the result of creativity
of that nothing,
For which everything is possible,
Nothing is impossible to that
nothing,
Which can play with everything! Remain here as nothing,
Behave yourself nothing,
Someday that will be the truth,
Nothing can save you from
leaving everything!
Love everyone seeing this nothing which is behind
everything!
More or less, my mind,
dipping itself in divinity within,
several times a day, Losing weight,
its dirt,
dissolving its narrowness,
In the infinite vastness of Self!
More or less it is learning that knowledge and wisdom,
Thirst for more and more,
Power and popularity,
All are equally dragging back to hell!
Hell is where I feel Myself finite,
Yet feeling pain infinite,
Heaven is that where I feel myself light and painless,
Neither senseless nor insane!
It is here itself both hell or heaven felt,
Beyond which there is reality and truth,
It is not a matter of places,
Hell or heaven are,
Only a matter of planes,
Planes at with mind take me,
And beyond the plane where mind can never go,
I find the Self shining in its glory,
and that plane,
No duality or trinity exist,
Only one who ever exit is not felt,
The life of an atom or life of a star begins!
Yet no star can shine,
Only that mysterious that shines which remains mysterious,
With that light which absorbs all!
Know for sure, you are that,
That truth, beyond all truth that
your tongue can talk,
Mind can imagine and
intelligence and reasoning can
go, Mystery is beyond perception,
No one can penetrate this mystery as
he himself is that!
God is not nothing,
But isn't it sure God is not a thing
Of perception,
How can one percept the
perceptor? God is the whole being, absolute
infinite,
No one to see exist other than
him,
Not even mirror in which he can
see himself, He himself became universe, the
mirror,
In which he can see himself!
When someone come out of the
absolute infinite to look back,
Can only find both are relative infinite,
Relative to one another,
Related to one another eternally
God and nature are these eternal
relatives!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Learn Ramdas 3
The confusions haunt minds of people,
Whether experience endorses truth,
Or Truth endorses purity of one's mind,
Bringing one to that plane,
Where one more face of truth shines?
More and more face of truth get uncovered,
As one's soul gets tuned to soul of the universe,
Contentment comes as fragrance,
Special veil of maya when falls off,
When heart sheds narrow emotions!
Learned one values what one has
than what one must earn,
Digests knowledge earned rather than,
Earn knowledge he can't digest,
Like to preserve what one has than,
What strive for what others have!
Seeing pain behind all possessions,
wise one renounce desires from heart!
Knowing for sure 'one bird in hand is far better than two in the bush '
'what is present with one in his present,
May be snatched by future and slips into past'
One who soars to higher plane,
Wonders at infinite beauty of universe,
High flight is possible,
Free of unnecessary weight of emotions,
when load is less!
One when feels like caged bird,
Songs craving for freedom flows,
And freedom is independence,
One independent of even thoughts and emotions feels ever free,
lives in present and learns souls independence,
Feel free where he is,
Happy with what he has,
Jumping the fence of narrow trifles,
Escaping himself from all bindings,
Feels free to think and work for all,
Who are seen as himself in different forms,
Undiffereneciated by time and space,
Look at the worlds as steps of evolution,
Same truth showing its different faces!
Learn Ramdas,
Lesser the weight one carry,
Higher he can fly,
With less strain and conserving energy, storing into his reserve!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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