Set Your Own Republic!
shun all Funs
Then life itself a fun,
when all pains shun
yourself done!
Perusal of senses
make you a slave,
Be dictator of none
but your own,
Tune the mind,
Rule the senses
and body,
Be the body is your land,
Mind is government,
Intelligence is security force,
Wisdom is parliament,
Let your republic have no flag or emblem!
Never water desires,
Let sensualities burnt
in the flame
Of Sensibilities
In the furnace of
indifference!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Atma
Atma is the Self,
made of Prana, Mana and Vak:
Motion, Consciousness, and mater.
Intellect sheaths Atma;
Mind sheaths Intellect;
Senses sheath Mind;
Body sheaths Senses;
Aura sheaths Body.
Thus,
Rig, Yajur, Sama and Atherwa sum up.
Body includes brain.
Brain includes intellect,
And Consciousness.
So Body and Energy
Are the two parts
That join to make Life.
Thus,
Science approves of.
We deny not both statements,
one by subconscious mind
and the other by conscious mind.
That is why
Religion and Science coexist.
31.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Life vibrates five elements
The Sky vibrates with the Sound
And the Air, with the Touch in addition.
The Fire beams with the Form as third
And the Water, with the Taste as fourth.
It's the Earth that has all the five,
With the Smell as its fifth Guna.
The five elements make a body,
Which houses the five sense organs.
Life force vibrates the body
And experiences five senses.
26.06.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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An Old Man Medicates His Pains Away
AN OLD MAN MEDICATES HIS PAINS AWAY
An old man medicates his pains away
He wants to live in his mind
As if his body can be temporarily forgotten-
He tries to be as he once was
Easy in the skin of himself -
But the pains the pains the pains
They come from different directions
They interrupt they remind they dismay
The pains the pains
They may go away for a time
But they don’t forget to sharpen again-
An old man does not want to think of his body as his enemy
He is no pure mind and does not dream to be
But the pains
When so many come at once
And when no medication can really put a stop to them-
They will defeat him -
Drugged into restless sleep
He will not be able to die without them.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Screen The Sufferings
With the senses you know the world.
The senses awake, you're aware.
The unbridled senses lead to lust.
The sensory objects induce greed.
With the mind you build ambition
And ignore the path to attain.
With the ego you feel importance
And want at any cost to achieve.
Senses, mind and ego reined,
Suffering is screened.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Supreme Soul
In awakeness,
I was there,
My mind was there,
My body was there,
In my dreams,
I was there,
My mind was there,
But my body was lost.
In my deep sleep,
I was there,
But I lost the mind,
So do I lost my body.
In my state beyond,
In the depth of my sleep,
I never sleep,
Nor did I awake,
It was a state,
Of no movement,
No dreams,
And no thinking!
I was without knowledge,
But I was the knowledge,
I was the illumination,
Of the supreme soul,
With whom I parted
On my birth.
I lost my memory,
Of my parent soul
But for the active
Five senses
Of my body,
The gift of the supreme soul!
I attained him,
When I lost the senses,
When I lost the earthly bond
When I lost the turbulations,
Of the earthly passions!
In union with him
The supreme soul
I lost my self,
And my soul,
Melted and immersed
With the supreme soul!
poem by Vadakkumpurath Ramesan
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Here You Come Again
Here you come again
Just when Im about to make it work without you
You waltz right in the door
Just like you done before
And wrap my heart round your little finger
Here you come again
Just when Im about to make it work without you
You look into my eyes
And light those dreamy eyes
And pretty soon Im wonderin
How I came to doubt you
All you gotta do
Is smile that smile
And there go all my defenses
Just leave it up to you
And in a little while
Youre messin up my mind
An fillin up my senses
Here you come again
Lookin better than a body
Has a right to
An shakin me up so
That all I really know
Is here you come again
An here I go
All you gotta do
Is smile that smile
And there go all my defenses
Just leave it up to you
And in a little while
Youre messin up my mind
An fillin up my senses
Here you come again
Lookin better than a body
Has a right to
An shakin me up so
That all I really know
Is here you come again
An here I go
Fade:
Here I go
An here I go
An here I go
Here you come again
An here I go
Here I go
An here I go
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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I acknowledge the privilege of being alive in a human body at this moment, endowed with senses, memories, emotions, thoughts, and the space of mind in its wisdom aspect.
Lust Wakes Me Up
...and then i hold
on to my body part
all my senses
wakes up
active on one
objective
to please my mind
my body
another mountain to climb
i descend
i ascend to the sun
and then
i rain.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Half Of Me
half of me is darkness
half of me is light
half of me is a shadow
half of me is my body
one hand is above the other
elbow to elbow that is what levels me
i ponder upon these
one body pulled by two horses in opposite directions
i ponder upon a way
to tame this wildness
this anarchy of my senses
these desires not properly canalized
on Eros overflowing
on a confusion of my mind
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blake said that the body was the soul's prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the 'windows of the soul.' When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experence.
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Clearer is better than Clever!
Wonderful is that mind,
One with the heart where Purest among pure shines,
Knowledge gained is mere reflection,
Knowledge is that mud under the lake,
Where the lotus of wisdom has its roots,
Raising above the polluted mind,
Raising above the pollution of surroundings,
Reflecting the eternal;
The eternal beauty of eternal Truth,
The long evolution of that nothing blowing itself,
Blooming into everything,
Developing eyes to heart,
May be seeing world through compassionate and loving heart!
Vission to mind, setting ideals and goals,
Mastering the mind and body,
By well trained and disciplined mind,
Winning mind by mind itself!
Intelligence and wit,
Guided by virtues,
Love and compassion,
Seeing same Truth shining everywhere,
Shining in everyone!
Nothing I am unless I keep myself clean and clear,
Healthy, worthy and wealthy
All are good for one who is good,
Every vission is clear if one's mind and heart are clear,
When knowledge purified by selflessnes,
Words, deeds integrate with thought,
Thought is the root of Lotus of good words,
Where in the seeds of deeds develop!
Born as nothing out of nothing,
One who adopts good virtues,
Senses bloom with fragrance of sensibility,
Sensibility becomes worship,
Reflected in work,
When work become worship,
Deeds become selfless,
More and more sensibility polishes intelligence,
Intelligence shine with knowledge,
Knowledge glows as wisdom,
And wisdom adorned by love and compassion,
Self Glorified into eternal Beauty,
Sathyam,
Shivam,
Sundaram!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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The Temple Of Love
She is prepared now
For a journey, that surrounds all
Pítia in your frenzied dance.
she want be free but she can't!
Do you testify that?
your fiery body, silks flitted
incontrolable, involved by fumes
must tolerate, winging and whirling
Your mind, in sick mind was converted
your body in wick, body was transformed
your heart, in Loved place has became
she wants a relief but she can't
Do you understand that?
was divided in 2 peaces for two Gods
And conceal the secret of love
one part dead, other ready to serve
for vaticinations and prophecys
six senses purified by the ritual
made her choise for love, a female white slave
for him, confess secrets in whispers
She wants run way but she can't!
Do you accept that?
She's Convicted for their extreme affection!
for your God and obligations
In The Temple of Love! ! !
Do you believe that?
poem by Mirna Morgan
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Not Afraid
You born with double senses
Use it less cant pass life borders
Close your ears filter the noise
Open your eyes load this vision
Zip your mouth, speak with mind
Reveal your soul push spirit out
People can say you cant
In other words they said they just cant
But if u think u can, break word of cant
But If you choose 'Can't', you never 'can'
Cause you know what u can
Close your ears
Listen no noise
But your voice
Future is your choice
They make you feel low
They not stand high either
They love to see you feel low
Need you place them higher
Open your eyes
This life is your vision
Remember to remember
You are master in your life
No shadow shaped of others
Don't speak unless you brave
Or you prefer to show weakness
Don't only proud speak loud when fight
Talk with no mind is talking useless
Use all your senses, each priceless
Prove you are precious not worthless
Life is our mission
Be clear of your vision
Listen all your mind
follow your heart
You nothing less
Always precious
nothing to hide
Proud of self-pride
Choose who you wanna be
A shadow who follow your body
Or a body without soul and mind
Or mind with nasty fears of anything
Or mind with sanity and confidence
to carry a body every single move
So the shadow got something to follow
...Still working :)
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D ear readers,
I dont write this to make people be stubborn
i never write this to grow egoism in you readers..
I do, write this to remind you what you can
who you are, could be anything but precious,
Your identity is not artificial just special
so come out what you can bring dont shy
Break all rules of 'cant' if u try to get what you want
Fearless is not only for write but to real fight!
This write is more to about the senses
Your eyes love to capture beauty not ugly
Your ears hate bad sound not euphony
Your skin pleased to nice touch not pinch
Your tongue prefer tasty not trashy
but do we forget these senses more than that
The can see, listen, taste and feel deeper
It soul bring flavors, taste life brighter
Cause u never lower but great people!
Never late for new start; -)
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Living Under
I play with my hair
Seeing no other use for it…
My senses become senseless
Since my life does not depend on them…
My body swallowed by objects
Does not live in love…
But the ones around me,
Do not seem to care.
They seem content.
If only they knew…
A world where all is free.
All are free.
Where the body can become
The mind can evolve
And not conform.
Where the law
Is not studied,
But felt.
For we cannot understand
What we do not feel.
poem by Erica Borges
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Still Ill
I decree today that life
Is simply taking and not giving
England is mine and it owes me a living
Ask me why, and i'll spit in your eye
Oh, ask me why, and i'll spit in your eye
But we cannot cling to the old dreams anymore
No, we cannot cling to those dreams
Does the body rule the mind
Or does the mind rule the body ?
I dunno...
Under the iron bridge we kissed
And although i ended up with sore lips
It just wasn't like the old days anymore
No, it wasn't like those days
Am i still ill ?
Oh ...
Am i still ill ?
Oh ...
Does the body rule the mind
Or does the mind rule the body ?
I dunno...
Ask me why, and i'll die
Oh, ask me why, and i'll die
And if you must, go to work - tomorrow
Well, if i were you i really wouldn't bother
For there are brighter sides to life
And i should know, because i've seen them
But not often ...
Under the iron bridge we kissed
And although i ended up with sore lips
It just wasn't like the old days anymore
No, it wasn't like those days
Am i still ill ?
Oh ...
Oh, am i still ill ?
Oh ...
song performed by by Smiths
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Id and super ego
Senses demand; mind responds.
Mind screen demands; id supports senses.
Super ego judges id and when it fails,
Guilt engulfs the ego.
27.07.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It Was Only Yesterday When I Said I Want Your Body
yesterday i may have been high with my
testosterone
i wanted your body to satisfy me
i was so hard on
myself demanding what may kill me
at the end,
but then i jacked off
then i turned weak and flaccid in my thoughts
the heat is over
and time to cool off from our senselessness
and hard
headedness our unreasonableness to the demands of the hard
flesh,
now i sit calm like a lotus pure around this mud
i take back my mind
i put my senses intact
i still need your love, your mind, your care, your thoughts,
and your body to just sit beside me
i do not have even the courage to touch you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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That Body Of Water Is Mine
That body of water is mine now
Because God gave it to me
So that I could swim
In that body of water
But he said that I am not allowed
To let the boats in
The body of water
Because that would pollute the water
And he wants to have
That body of water protected
And I told God that I was going to do that
By declaring that body of water
A natural habitat for marine life
God had answered me back by saying
That would be a wonderful Idea
And I was pleased by his answer
poem by Aldo Kraas
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The place beyond between
Not named as joy;
not named as happiness..
at the end of a thought
the eyes lifted; then,
only the senses;
only the senses’ action seen;
only the endless beauty
of the beautiful unnamed;
only the glory of the food
of the senses unattached;
where is the mind
in this perfect satisfaction?
who needs to name this blessing,
blithe? or to name it, bliss?
beyond a name;
yet known.
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poem by Michael Shepherd
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Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.
quote by Marcus Aurelius
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