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I Am Fortified By Constant Practice....

i
am fortified
by constant practice

i
am feeling at home
with my own
self-imposed
loneliness, it is changing its form

into a dignified shape of a young man
enjoying his stroll along the bank of this old river

the trees are tall touching the morning sun
lush of leaves, cool winds,
daft of fog
hanging upon my hair,

i am
contented
with my own thoughts

birds winging their way out into the open space
diving into the face of the ocean

an ocean of compassion
drops of my chosen existence

into the anonymity of
my given
universe....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ocean Blue

Well you took me home
And you took me back
But deep down inside
The feeling just died and i
Couldnt see why
From indigo to royal blue
I travel far but no one will do
Anytime, anyplace
Every shape every face
Brings memories of you
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue - ocean blue
Fair weather friends might drift away
When summer ends and skies burn grey
So I walk to the ocean
Pilot these shores
Just thinking of you
Its time we kissed the clouds goodbye
From now on its strictly blue sky
Come rain and shine
The outlook is still fine
Im thinking of you
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue - ocean blue
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue, ocean blue
Ocean blue, ocean blue
Ocean blue, ocean blue
Ocean blue, ocean ocean
Ocean, ocean
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue
Blue to be blue
To be blue
Ocean blue - ocean blue
I stand at the head of the queue
Theres mutinys every crew
Wishin and wonderin bout you
Ocean blue

song performed by by Abc
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There Is No Such Thing As An Unchanged I

THERE is not such thing
as a stagnant self,
a flowing river,
a waterfall,
a pouring rain
an evaporating dew
a gone away mist
sunshine falling
a seed sprouting
tendril curling
the winds blowing,
there is no such thing
as an I,
THAT does not change its form
it is the growing I,
THE changing me inside this
ever changing body,
you cannot touch me
only once
and i who is touched
cannot react in one
and the same way

this being, this is not just
a form and a shape
but a process, a journey
in constant movement
in changing ways
never, never fixed.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Will Always Have the Ocean

And she said,
while he stood there
with tomorrow in his suitcase
and yesterday disappearing as vapor on the hot street

'We will always have the ocean'

The trees
with their branches swaying overhead, lied
shedding their leaves like tears at summers end

Warm breezes, carressing and seducing
as we lay in the dark with our secrets
became fickle and turned cold and unforgiving

Even the moon
which bathed us in her cool, white river
betrayed us in the end

But the ocean is our constant-
Our rushing forward and our standing apart
The salty crashing together
and now
our falling back
our steady flow to another shore

Let all of nature break the promises she made
We will always have the ocean

poem by Gainor Ventresco Laney
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Nature

The sight of the hills is a beauty
The bright moon is the sign of purity
The flow of the river is a murmuring music
The act of the sun is so philanthropic.
The rain of the clouds is very refreshing
The blowing of the wind is so soothing
The roaring of the ocean has its own reason
How charming is the changing of the season!

The wide blue sky above and high
Gives us space to dream and to fly
How nice the dew drops on the leaves to see!
Everything has its own beauty, fly or a flea
The trees tells us how to give food, shadow and shelter
How sweet to quench our thirst with fresh cool water!
Does life thrive without the mercy of the great nature?

poem by Abdul Wahab
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MeRiverries

I gazed under the sun,
Walked on the grass,
Feeling the air passing through my hair,
And feeling the cold warm water on my feet.

I see friends playing happily,
On the river, jumping, diving, enjoying,
Then walking on the slippery stones trying to enjoy myself,
By sitting on a rock under the sun taking pictures of friends.

MeRiverries, MeRiverries,
River Memories,
Where it's the first time seeing us all together,
Enjoying, the cold warm waters of the river.

poem by Mitch Señoron
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Differentiated Disappear, Undifferentiated no felt!

Oh, that small spring of love,
When started to flow,
Met other streams on the way,
now is a vast river, and about to reach the ocean!
And that ocean of wine,
I learnt to drink and live like a fish in ocean of divine,
One who hasn't tasted it,
how can understand,
How I learned to live and die,
Intoxicated by that love and knowledge,
I saw only light!

And that a ray of light,
With love and hope,
When radiated out of my heart,
Got reflected, refracted,
Dispersed and travelled in space,
Long and wide in this universe,
Sometimes absorbed,
Sometimes became monochromatic laser,
Now able to pierce through obstacles,
Went deep into space!

Alas! At the edge of universe I was as a photon,
Beyond which I can't go,
I became old, lost energy,
Died their as a photon!
Ah! I was far away from all,
Who else can know that I died?
Only I knew it,
and
Ah! I knew that I died!
No one to sigh, no one to cry,
I was now enjoying universe as whole,
Undifferentiated and look like an apple,
I differentiated all, I felt all,
And I am the light,
Who felt pain,
Trapped in stars and blackhole,
and when I die in myself,
Then only I feel I am whole!
Differentiated world disappear,
Undifferentiated is not felt!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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A River Flows

Where does the river flow
if not to you?

How deep its depths
if these
are not yours?

How broad is the river bank?

Broad enough
for the tug-boats
to push my heart along.

If there are fish in the river,
they sing your name
open-mouthed,
fish-style,
making tiny bubbles float
up, up to the river surface
where they pop
spread
announcing to the Firmament
that Love lives just below
the deep river flows.

Yes, you and I
are the river;
we flow,
run deep
down to that
ocean-mix
in which
our souls
swirl.

Mix me then
in depths deep.

Mix you then
amid this ocean sweep
and all else,
for me
becomes meaningless
so great
is our Soul Mixed
Ocean Bliss.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Ocean! xx

The ocean is a mystery!
The ocean is a surprise!
The ocean is beautiful!
The ocean is a huge monster!
The ocean is never ending!
The ocean is silent!
The ocean is noisy!
The ocean is a time traveller!
The ocean is all about a distance!
The ocean is love!
The ocean is enjoyable!
The ocean is a godsend!

The Ocean is a winner! ! ! ! xx

poem by Premila Patel
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How I Can Smell Like Dusts And Molds....

i take a walk this morning
in this village of trees where there are no houses of
dwellers,
i am looking for a peaceful place as i carry with me a load of some
thoughts heavy on my hair
i do not think that i am being punished with these
i am just trying to take my time
listening to my own footsteps
to the sound of the leaves on those grasses and trees
a river walks along with me
that is how i see it
it is a water traveler wanting a companion
towards a far end
that it knows too well for i am but new here
a lost stranger to his view
a novice of distance

i bring peace in my heart, i have set some pigeons free
my gifts to the balding mountains and to the hills with brown grasses

no pen, no paper, nothing about personal computers or cellphones
no signal, i am satisfied,

i am sucking air, words are carried with it in my nostrils
the river smiles, flows, and winds itself like a snake smooth on the grass

i listen too much, i become this earth
the river winds around my hair, birds are building nests,
the owl sleeps for the night beside my ears,

how peaceful is this place, how foolish had i been for all those years
hiding behind those rooms and rooms of books,
which explains why the river says that i smell nothing but
dusts and molds.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lightning Strikes

Anderson/squire/howe/white/sherwood/khoroshev
What you gonna do when the lightning strikes and hits you
Who ya gonna call for the secret of stealing the world
Swimming in this ocean of words on your new cellphone
Diving for the wisdom of pearls in your eyes
Come on
What ya gonna do when the lightning strikes and hits you
How ya gonna laugh when the joker forgets his lines
Stepping off a cloud into space whatever greets you
Show me how you got this award for being alive
Waking up is waking to the power
Dancing up is dancing till the dawn
Talk talk talk will always get you someplace
Shake it up n shake me till Im done
Shake it up now!
She ay... do wa bap
She ay... do wa bap
She ay... do wa bap
She ay... do wa bap
Who ya gonna call when the power
Begins to chase you
Spinning out of shape now youre learning to live again
Fastening your seatbelt tonight it could get jumpy
Showing me the good n that
Life is not in vain
Take take take n take me thru the lightning
Walk dont talk me always on the run
Ride it out until you get the picture
Shake it up and let me get me some
Let me get me some
Eya he say touch it together
Touching my spirit touching my feeling
Eya he say touch it together
Touching my spirit touching my feeling
Eya he say coming together
Touching my spirit touching my feeling
Eya he say coming together
Touching my spirit touching my feeling
Talk, talk, talk, keep moving round in circles
Moving till the moon is on the run
Take me take me take me to the new day
Take me out and let me get me some
Take take take and dance me thru the lightning
Moving to the left n to the sun... ya ya ya
Help me get me some... ya
Help me get me some... come on
Ooh ya... ooh ya... ooh ya... ooh ya
Ooh ya... ooh ya... ooh ya

song performed by by Yes
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Lightning Strikes

song performed by by Yes
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Ocean is as one with the world

As I Stare out into the Sea,
I can feel the soft oceans breeze
the warmth from the sun
the grass dances with the whistling wind
the ocean is filled with thoughts
and mysteries,
I feel the cool water
the ocean is alive filled with lost souls
washing emotions up onto the shore
My feet sink in the softness of the sand
The ocean is made up of dreams
and achievements,
My mind lies in the heart of the ocean
The rocks are bones
Out in the open the waves settle and
wait for their attack,
I feel as one with the ocean
as the ocean feels like one
with the world.

poem by Izabelle Sheridan
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The River of Me

I launched myself on the river me
Way back when I was two or three
I sailed out through the wall of snow
Beneath the bridge where all kids go

That Cheyenne Bodie was ten feet tall
His voice so deep it filled a hall
And that was who I dreamed I’d be
Until Cochise came on the scene

There was ice on the river and ice on the pond
And the singing nun sang on and on
There were trees on the river bank, cliffs by the sea
And fish galore in the river of me

The fields were full of cows, corn or wheat
The air was thick with bees and heat
The summer lasted all year long
I never knew til it was gone

And then of course came that high school girl
Her glances made my river swirl
More complex than the universe
I never knew what she’d do next

There was light on the river and light on the pond
And the singing nun sang on and on
There were trees on the river bank, cliffs by the sea
And fish galore in the river of me

And up we soared towards the sky
Through songs and dancing by and by
My waterfalls and waves ran high
For just the winking of an eye

And in the distance the quiet sea
was waiting on the river me
And on the banks the weeds grew tall
Where rusting leaves began to fall

Now there’s night on the river and night on the pond
And the singing nun is long since gone
There are trees on the river bank, cliffs by the sea
And memories in the river of me

I launched myself on the river me
Way back when I was two or three
I sailed out through the wall of snow
Beneath the bridge where all kids go

poem by Jim Hogg
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He Miss The Old Town

He miss the old town by the ocean and he misses the smell of the sea
And in his moments of nostalgia in fancy he hear and see
The silver gulls above the wide beach in small flocks they call as they fly
And the soft pipings of the sooty oystercatchers echo in the clear morning sky.

He was a young man of the sixties and young men they age and grow old
All year round he rode the big surf waves in a wet suit to keep out the cold
Till he wandered far from the ocean fell in love, married and settled down
An ageing dad with teenage daughters he lives in a big inland Town.

He is out of practice for surfing and he lives far from the ocean shore
A champion young surfer of the sixties perhaps he will surf never more
You can take the man from the ocean but the ocean does not leave the man
Though far from the roar of the surf waves he well may live out his time span.

He miss the old town by the ocean though he now might feel a stranger there
A champion young surfer of the late sixties till lust for wander it took him to elsehwere
in his imaginings he rides the big waves and on his face the ocean spray
And at heart he is a coastal person though from there he lives far away.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Shadows And Tall Trees

Back to the cold restless streets at night
I talk to myself about tomorrow night
Walls of white protest
A gravestone in name
Who is it now
It's always the same
Who is it now
Who calls me inside
Are the leaves on the trees
Just living disguise
I walk sweet rain tragicomedy
I'll walk home again
to the street melody
But I know, oh no
But I know, oh no
But I know...
Shadows and tall trees
Shadows and tall trees
Shadows and tall trees
Shadows and tall trees
Life through a window
Discoloured pain
Mrs. Brown's washing is always the same
I walk street rain tragicomedy
I'll walk home again
to the street melody
But I know, oh no
But I know, oh no
But I know...
(Out there)
Do you feel in me...
Anything redeeming
Any worthwhile feeling
Is love like a tightrope
Hanging from the ceiling
But I know, oh no
But I know, oh no
But I know...
Shadows and Tall Trees

song performed by by U2
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Near Where the River Meets The Sea

The river widens and deepens as it nears the ocean and into a huge mass of water does grow
To look at it does hardly seem to be flowing at a snail's pace it does crawl along so slow
For dabbling and diving water birds ideal to live in with plenty fish and other water food to eat
The World is quiet by the high and brown paddocks near where the sea and the river do meet
The grebes, musk duck and black duck, the coot and dusky moorhen
The cormorants, egrets and darters birds shy of children, women and men
The omnivirous silver gulls in freshwater like to wash their feathers and preen
Near to where the river meets the ocean so many waterbirds for to be seen
When you tell me of one who does not love Nature you tell me of one to beauty blind
You tell me of one who is not observant with darkness of soul and of mind
So much beauty there is in Nature her wonders every day I see
On the bank of the slow flowing river a magpie sings on a stringybark tree
So calming for to stand on the brown banks where the river crawls on to the sea
I like billions of others love Nature the mother of the wild and the free.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Visit to Orcha: A visual exploration

River and tree look on morning town
And on the bridge and men and women
With loads of firewood from the forest
A bare-bodied man has sun on face.
Off the bridge a wizened old man
With saffron cloth drying on river rocks
Bends exquisitely with age and beauty.
A woman in red bathes on the river bed.
In the distance is the bank and history’s spires
On the bank a woman pours water in river
From a steel pot in oblation, to the sun.
As the sun glistens on the shaken river
River beats rocks in soft steady rhythm.
Men stand on the river frozen in time
Joyful women hide on the river’s rim
Waiting to burst forth in celebration.
A holy man stands tall on the rocks
Drying a red loin cloth, his hair mat loose
A boy silhouette crouches near the holy man.
On the tall mound sits the crooked holy man
Against the brilliant morning sun, waiting
To be captured on somebody’s digital lens.

poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri
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Story of water molecules

story of water molecule!

I was ocean and I was in ocean,
When my own waves brought
me to surface, I was happy I got exposed..
And I was exposed to the fresh
air and fresh rays of broad
sunlight.

I stared gaining energy... each
molecule vibrated with and I too,
I was lifted up and up,
With friends and family together
raising in space..

We are cloud and I am cloud away my ocean!

Alas! , air stopped lifting us and
started swinging here and there
and billions and billions of us
were there enjoying together
our swing, jolting and moving
here and there, But the cool air drew our energy..
We came together as we become
poorer and poorer..
We formed a group and dropp and
started
falling together! Some fell on hot rocks and hot
land, quickly went up..
But some fell on grass and plants
got absorbed and trapped there,
some fell on land joined hands
and became steam, We called our
trapped friends to
join us, but they were settled
there and enjoying happiness
and sorrow, making their own
life, some were in trees and
plants, some were in men and
beasts, enjoying their life there.. We streams joined and became
rivers and rolling and falling in
eddies and vortoices,
we enjoyed rocks and falls... And
reached
ocean completing a cycle.. But still most of our friends Were
back and there
still
enjoying their trapped life, some
are in organismsms, some in
lakes and ponds, some as mountain
ice! Oh we are molecule yet Not
differentiated in ocean! We are
neither happy nor feeling pain, Some us dived deep and felt safe
felt escaped the cycle... Some loved and felt bad of our
friends trapped, wanted to go to
call them back, remained on the
surface to go and warn them we
were oceans,
They were, sages, seers and prophets.. They knew they are free, yet
their love, and decide to be part
of eternal play..! We can now say,
we are that, I am that, this and that, but who is there to
listen we are all
ocean we are ocean! Or we are raising, or we are
in clouds or we in lakes and
ponds. Trapped or free, having a
duty towards us, towards others
and the Ocean! I am that, think about you and
feel yourself.... 'I am that '

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Ocean Crossing

Ocean Crossing
words and music by Arlo Guthrie

Looked into your eyes this morning
You were far away
You must have known I was looking for you
You knew you couldn't stay
All these winds blowin' on me
Blowing in the nighttime lonely
Blew on over the ocean to you
Blew my words away

Put on your heavenly shoes babe
Walk around the clouds
You know that's where I'm bound to be now
I'm coming with the crowds
All these faces looking at me
Looking through me I don't mind
I just seen your face a-worrying
I loved you when you cried

Take my hand across the water
You won't leave no tracks behind
Step all over the moon lit ocean
It's only in your mind
All these thoughts just rip me
Who can heal a heart that's broken
Like the winds that blow unspoken
Blow my love away

song performed by by Arlo Guthrie from Precious Friends
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Loneliness

Heart breaks in loneliness.
A frosty morning; daylight repeals it, and I feel loneliness
on the eve of the day.
When it rains,
a swallow wants to denote a song.
But, after that world calls loneliness.
I see the river flowing, and I come closer to the bank.
I heard the river roaring more in loneliness.
When I stay in my study room
thinking past events, my conscience becomes more powerful in loneliness.
It’s better to stay sometimes in loneliness.
We need sometimes to alleviate pains in loneliness.
You see, love often adorns more homage in loneliness.
Loneliness…………………..
When a war ends,
It becomes time to return for soldiers in loneliness;
and we all mourn in loneliness.
Then we realize what peace is!
One day we all have to say the world ‘good bye’ in loneliness.
Yes, loneliness ……….

poem by Bibhakar Dutta
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Related quotes

Ocean Blue

There Is No Such Thing As An Unchanged I

We Will Always Have the Ocean

Nature

MeRiverries

Differentiated Disappear, Undifferentiated no felt!

A River Flows

The Ocean! xx

How I Can Smell Like Dusts And Molds....

Lightning Strikes

Lightning Strikes

Ocean is as one with the world

The River of Me

He Miss The Old Town

Shadows And Tall Trees

Near Where the River Meets The Sea

Visit to Orcha: A visual exploration

Story of water molecules

Ocean Crossing

Loneliness

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