Silence Of God Does Not Imply His Absence!
Can tree survive without sunlight,
It can send its roots down,
Can absorb water and minerals,
Yet that energy it has receive as grace
Air is around it, not seen,
its effect and necessity felt!
God around and within like air,
Or that strange flow of energy,
That flows through cells,
That brilliance of knowledge unknown,
God can't be an object of senses,
God is the one who drives them,
God is Not in objects with forms,
The formless behind all forms,
Neither an animal, nor animated,
Yet animate all forms,
God has no space to move,
As he fills every forms,
Fills universe and beyond,
God is Not felt, his effects can be,
As lightwaves, or matterwaves,
As fundamental particles,
Without mass or charge,
Smaller than photon, smaller than God_particle,
Subtle of subtle, friend of all,
All are his forms,
the forms breath the formless!
God is that beauty, may be Himalayan ice,
Flow of river, cooling wind, or may be Love,
in a beautiful heart he dwell!
How can one separate God from all forms,
Can Heartless man live,
But he is Not heartless,
But only deaf and blind,
to music of musings of his own heart!
Man can't bear a little pain,
A little insult, little failure in his experiments,
But God bears every thing,
Ever cool he was,
when his experiments
failed,
Dinosaurs appeared, simply cleaned his lab,
Started experiment with a new!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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I Am Nothing But That Energy! ?
'With all I have lost, I found
that I never had Anything.
looking at nothingness of me,
I learnt same nothingness behind everything,
And that nothingness felt not in this plane,
Here that nothingness acts as everything,
That is true in that plane,
This is true in this one!
When I depend on light,
Time and space come to existence,
Where that formless energy assumes form,
To achieve some work on its own,
I am nothing other than that energy,
still something makes me,
myself look different,
And different forms!
Even my or your identity seems to be
Nothing,
but for me that is Everything in love, and love is the basis of all creation,
when energy love to have some recreation! ! ! '
Look strange, if we put some effort to rearrange jig saw puzzle,
We definitely arrive at meaning,
And this confidence of energy
makes it try to solve using different forms,
This is its belief
belief of energy entering the matter,
Make it to move and think
And arrive at the Truth!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Consciousness
Mass and energy is one and the same.
On conversion, they interchange forms.
No gain or no loss is their total sum.
Consciousness runs through them over time.
Water is the essence and consciousness
That runs through ice, steam, mist, dues, fog and frost.
Life energy is the sole consciousness
That runs through plants, animals and humans.
The Universe is constantly evolving.
Living organisms are evolving from the earth
And dissolve into the earth over time.
The consciousness runs through uncut.
Adults give birth to new ones and will die.
The new ones grow to adults and give births.
The adult protrudes its mass and energy
While it itself dissolves into the earth.
Formless consciousness takes variant forms,
Which are, however, impermanent.
Body, senses and mind make human form.
Human form is made of fluent energy.
The energy is undying and unborn.
The life energy manifest in forms
Dies not when the form disintegrates
And only extends when new one develops.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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He Has Kept The Key In Us!
He created everything,
Yet he can't perceived by anyone,
He is behind every creations,
yet no creation is immortal or eternal,
He dwells in everyone as light in every shining stars,
He is the formless gives forms to any formless,
He moves everything, remaining himself unmoved,
Not only he is creator,
But also sustainer and destroyer,
He is playing with universe,
He paints everyone with his own ideas!
He who has created everything,
Has created that fire of right knowledge,
He gave everyone the right,
To think right, work right, and live right,
Only the righteous gets the key,
That key lost in own self,
One can open the door of heaven or hell with that magic key,
When one learns the deception of senses,
And illusion of play of light,
Turns to that pure bright light within,
Where he can see the love and peace for ever!
He is formless behind all forms,
He paints on vacuum,
He illuminate the forms,
and lift the veil of illusions,
And show his true nature,
His presence everywhere,
He is the one who fills the breath in the toys,
Make them think and work,
He is selfless,
Yet look selfish,
Sometimes play with nature,
Sitting on that magic mat called space,
Here every one are protected,
When he feels enough,
fold the sky as if we fold the mat, everything has to go into that from which they are projected!
and he himself plays his game,
We have nothing to gain or nothing to lose,
He is the one regaining,
his lost glory in Us back!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Neither is there figurative and non-figurative art. All things appear to us in the shape of forms. Even in metaphysics ideas are expressed by forms, well then think how absurd it would be to think of painting without the imagery of forms. A figure, an object, a circle, are forms; they affect us more or less intensely.
quote by Pablo Picasso
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Architecture is the masterly, correct and magnificent play of masses brought together in light. Our eyes are made to see forms in light; light and shade reveal these forms; cubes, cones, spheres, cylinders or pyramids are the great primary forms which light reveals to advantage; the image of these is distinct and tangible within us without ambiguity. It is for this reason that these are beautiful forms, the most beautiful forms. Everybody is agreed to that, the child, the savage and the metaphysician.
Le Corbusier in Vers une architecture (1923)
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Love Will Find A Way
My love will find a way,
It will surely get to you;
Ture love is very precious when it touches you,
It cannot be bought with money.
When the watr drops, it forms a river;
When the river flows, it forms a pond;
When the pond expands, it forms a lake;
When the lake streches, it froms a sea;
When the sea springs, it forms an ocean;
Little drops of water makes a mighty ocean,
Like the true love that i have for you.
When will i see you again my lover?
The girl i know i now a Nurse,
The girl i know is now a Lawyer,
The girl i know is now a Teacher,
Like marriages and babies! !
Life is like that but,
Take your gun and aim at a prey;
One day you will kill a bird.
My love will find a way,
It will surely get to you;
You are all that i have.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Matter and energy.
Shakti is all pervasive power,
Symbolized in a female form.
From Shakti emanates matter and life.
The globe’s made of matter and energy.
Mater and energy constantly converts
Into each other in the universe.
Energy forms when matter performs.
Matter forms when energy performs.
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Everything Is Nothing!
Everything is nothing,
Nothing is everything,
Everything is Truth and Truth is everything,
All come from a pool and remain in the pool,
fool is that Truth which identifies itself with some fool,
When fool is grown enough to know the pool,
And can see beyond,
He sees he is that,
He is that,
he is that nothing
Thinking on nothing!
Nothing can exist as it is!
Remain in the pool,
Coming and going is that illusion!
Raising and falling as waves of unidentifiable formless energy,
Taking forms with different blends of its own forms,
Truth is that which bestows an atom to absorb the ocean
And Truth is that truth fools itself with wrong identification!
Then every breath is meditation,
Stopping train of thoughts,
Seeing all in true colour,
Remains as everything and nothing in his own nature!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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post-conceptual concept of form- without- forms -and- formlessness- with -forms will reflect the contemporary existence of multi-disciplinary arts.
forms with formlessness is beyond concept
formlessness with forms is beyond concept
Can One Live Without Inner Light?
Can one here live without Light?
some soil bacteria and worms can Live,
Still they need somehow that energy,
But all higher forms need light,
Constantly like to move in light,
Even the blind men too have inner Light!
Love and faith,
and those truths,
Emanated from self luminous,
Or reflected by
nonluminous,
Partly absorbed and modified,
light that obstruct light's own path,
causing fictitious forms!
Is Life illusion like
Forms created by
Laser light in vacuum?
If one has no meaning in man's eternal quest,
Let him chose his own path,
each one liberal
and can travel alone!
Can one have no light within, Might have probably not seen it,
May be light is dim or may be hidden by own cloud,
Or one may be in state of eclipse!
Let him see it before talk about outer light
and colour imparted by other self luminous ones!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Water: The Gift From Nature!
Water, water, and water
The most purest sign of virtue,
How wonderfully nature has indebted us with this gift,
An offer that none can resist
Oh water, water, water
Comes in all forms of states
Solid, liquid, and gas...
Packaged in all forms of life,
That subtle taste that we cannot taste,
That deep fragrance that we cannot smell,
As it falls onto your smooth skin and romances around your body,
That reassurance in the body which rests the mind,
That horrific depression if suppressed from,
Energy replenished, mixed in all sorts, organic and inorganic, for it were not for thy water, how could you fabrish the presence of life?
poem by Sahil Mamtani
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Forms
Chest of golds, covered in thorns,
enclose the universe and its infinite thoughts
Mourning at the silence, creating forms.
The female forms, is the nature meanest beauty.
Draw by unwilling calmness, and chaste crops
Nest- less birds, bitter souls
Hold like clouds in the sky above.
Love is a cradle, rocked by waves,
on the ocean of calm laments, wrapped in soft wools and sobbing veil.
Where tears have forms of ablaze eyes, and diamond nights
blooming and shine at the infinite sky.
The different forms of dreams
Carry the remains of the unborn days
Escape at your eyes while you were awake,
maturing by your sleep of doubt and metamorphoses
poem by Luca Menin
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The clarification of visual forms and their organization in integrated patterns as well as the attribution of such forms to suitable objects is one of the most effective training grounds of the young mind.
quote by Rudolf Arnheim
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The words
Sometimes your words are mixed
With words unsaid yet,
By changing their deep of meaning.
They turn me into something,
That you do not want me to become.
It's an escape from myself
Into my deep inside.
I run from you into my depth.
And this escape save me
In a certain place,
Where nothing changes.
Those that can save me there are
Either the memories,
Or the forms of air,
Or the forms in forms......
poem by Marieta Maglas
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We have reversed the usual classical notion that the independent "elementary parts" of the world are the fundamental reality, and that the various systems are merely particular contingent forms and arrangements of these parts. Rather, we say that inseparable quantum interconnectedness of the whole universe is the fundamental reality, and that relatively independent behaving parts are merely particular and contingent forms within this whole.
quote by David Bohm
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Love Is Divine!
Love is the nature's truth,
Love is the nature's law
Love is that binds all,
Love is the force behind all!
Love is pure flow from bottom of heart,
It is like river of pure water of Ganges,
That washes the sins and feed all!
But we can't purify it,
only we can let it flow Unpolluted,
May be loves flow is that great force,
Some one can put a dam,
channel to get dry lands irrigated,
May one get power and energy,
Love is that feeds all, thirsty and hungry,
Love is love, God is love!
Love from tiny heart to infinite hearts,
Love from heart to every soul,
Love from soul to soulmates,
Love from a being,
to core of existence,
Love from subtle core of
existence
to all forms of existence!
Beautiful, love expands,
fit for this space age,
Heart expanding beyond horizon,
In fact without horizon to limitless space!
Love covers all, love is the cover for all,
Love is great and sweet,
Love that bring all the difference,
Not only bring light to pair of hearts,
But also love can light the world,
The tiny spark of love,
Tiny heart that carries it,
Spread love to universe,
can blaze and burn all ignorance of all!
Love is not only feeling,
But also heart's own nature,
God is love, be one with God,
Then one can be one with love!
Love is that force that bring oneness with all,
Then love is God,
God is love,
You and me
and all are one,
One with love
and one with God!
This is the story of
infant Jesus to Jesus, the son of God!
This is the story of Buddha and Krishna,
This can be story
of I or you,
Let it be so!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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I think for being not unsympathetic that their appearance may also appear, so differently it, must; similarly as with animals, which meet us in very different forms, which look somehow harmonious however all. On exactly such forms I would stand.
quote by Ulrich Walter
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Respect (An Awareness Poem)
respect!
for all that lives,
for all that breathes...
for life itself in all
its constantly evolving forms....
for every moment,
for every casual brush
of a caring hand...
for the individuality and
the differences...
for in the differences
we find sameness!
not to change
a rainbow to
a mountain...
a hawk into
a turtle....
but to take each
as it is... realizing
its beauty and its worth....
respect!
knowing that what you feel,
i feel... what you need,
i need...
one breath of life,
many forms,
molded by the spirit
of compassionate energy!
respect!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Triolet
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.
It makes bad writers somewhat worse:
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
That fall beneath a reader's curse,
It is the feeblest jingle yet.
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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The poet's other readers are the ancient poets, who look upon the freshly written pages from an incorruptible distance. Their poetic forms are permanent, and it is difficult to create new forms which can approach them.
quote by Salvatore Quasimodo
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