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I Hear The Body Speak

i hear the body speak
today warning the soul
that its demands sometimes
cannot be granted because

the soul is merely its visitor
and here on earth
the body is the host and as

host, it decides what is
good for the moment
what is best for itself

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Soul’s relation to body

I love you; who is ‘I’- soul or body?
I won over your heart; you stole my heart.
Heart- do we mean the corporal one?
Soul, the fire, catches the body, the wood.
Soul to soul and body to body, no love sparks.
Soul in body loves soul in body.
Souls or bodies exclusively love not.
Soul and body are not like air and balloon.
Soul and body is like heat and body.
3.01.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Death is a divorce

Death is a divorce.
The soul and the body are separated.
The soul escapes; the body decays.
Who is the cause: the soul or the body?
‘It is the body’, accuses the soul,
‘As it went unfit.’ ‘It is the soul’
Reprimands the body, ‘which found me stale.’
Who is the male: the soul or the body?
‘Male is the body’ complains the soul,
‘In whose home I entered as a bride.’
‘Male is the soul’ retorts the body,
‘Who deserted me to seek the other.’

Death is the divorce,
Where both separate.
11.02.2005

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Hear The Body Speak Through Its Mouth
There Is No God There Is No God

I See The Body Wasting Itself
Like A Tree Whose Roots Are Eaten By The Fungus

But Inside That Body Is The Soul That Raises His Hands
To The Skies Looking At God And Calling His Name

My God Why Have You Abandoned Me?

There Is Only The Usual Silence And The Soul Is Restless
Anticipating To Get Out From The Body That Is Killing And Wasting Itself

And The Time Has Come For The Soul To Be Liberated To Be Alone
In Itself Moving Towards The Light, Dancing In The Dark, And Singing Out Aloud

My God Here I Am Back To You
It Is Only In You That I Find Back Peace And Happiness & Bliss.
Let That Soul Be Me My Lord

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Body And The Soul

i hear the body speak through its mouth

there is no God
there is no God

i see the body wasting itself
like a tree whose roots are eaten by the fungus

but inside that body is the soul that raises his hands
to the skies looking at God and calling his name

My God why have you abandoned me?

there is only the usual silence and the soul is restless
anticipating to get out from the body that is killing and wasting itself

and the time has come
for the soul to be liberated
to be alone
in itself moving towards the light, dancing in the dark, and singing out aloud

My God here i am back to you
It is only in You that i find back peace and happiness & bliss.

Let that soul be me My Lord.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For literature sake.

When the body ages, does the soul do?
When the body gets wounds, does the soul suffer?
Are body and soul like sac and air?
Not so obviously.
Are body and soul like flesh and heat?
Might be.
Does not soul die when body dies, then?
Heart is not the seat of emotion, but brain.
Soul is not distinct to be treated so.
Yet soul is distinct for literature sake.
18.02.2009

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Between This Body And This Soul

my body thirsts for water
my soul thirsts for another

my soul immersed my soul entwined
my body grows my soul static as a thought

i shift from one channel to another
body to soul, soul to body,

the body's nature to sin
the soul's quest to heaven

God is in between.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Soul

My soul is not the coward
that my body seems to be.
For my soul does remember
that my body will be free,
free of all its fears and fright
while passing through this earth,
free to experience once again
a brand new type of birth.

My soul is always patient.
Sometimes my body's not.
For my soul exists forever
while my body's just a dot
in the vastness of experience
that's come and gone for me.
And so patiently I'm learning
to acquire tranquility.

My soul will never leave me
as seasons come and go.
But my body will finally say adieu
to happiness and woe.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Insignificantly Significant

Millions of particles,
Making up my body.
Millions of bodies,
Making up a world.
Millions of worlds,
Making up a universe.
Removed from this,
I feel alone.
Yet, I am a piece of the puzzle.
A part of a bigger picture.
Insignificantly significant.
One infected cell spreading.
Affecting the body,
Eventually, killing the host.
One infected host spreading.
Eventually killing the world.
One cell at a time,
One person at a time.
But in order to heal the world,
The host must heal first.
For if an infected host can destroy,
Then a well host can build.
A body will heal,
One cell at a time.
Until it is healthy.
A world will heal,
One person at a time.
Until it is done.

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Soul has an extra mileage

Soul and body: who depends on who?
Soul and body: who adds values to who?
Whom do you regard: soul or body?
Who is the cause of your actions?
Does soul departs for body decays?
Does body decays for soul departs?
Soles alone are ghosts; bodies alone are corpses.
Soul and body together gain values.
Must soul have an extra mileage?
13.08.2006

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Body And Soul

rise with me this body of mine
sail with me o' soul of thine
for mine is a matter of time
to mold a body of mine
and have a kind
i prefer, as without me
there is none, and without you
there is no me

send me a sense to my body
o' body of mine
a friend and shadow of mine
without a dime
take me from wrong to conformity
lead me from animosity
unchain my soul from vanity
for mine is a body and soul
detach me from the unknown
shine on me o' body and soul
bring me a blessing to my soul

connect and share with me o' body of mine
laugh and talk with me so fine
run and steady with me so divine
the body of my soul and awhile
take me back to my body as a child
...possibly not! i presume...
if i die, you too die
and there is no more of me then
from whence to the end
for i live(d) with you 'til then

extract from 'body and soul'

'footsteps' june 2012 v.7

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poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Body Talk

I can tell
By the way you stare at me
(talk):
Its deep...real deep
Your minds messed up
Words just dont come easily
(talk):
It should be natural
Your invitation...baby
Turned my head around
Quiet conversation
Language without sound
Body talk...work your body
Everybody let your body talk
Body talk...work your body
Everybody needs some body talk
The guy with me
Hes just a friend of mine
(talk)
Its purely platonic
So if youre tuff enuff
Baby step across the line
(talk)
Girlfriend dont bite
My imagination...baby
Bound to blow my mind
Body talk...work your body
Everybody let your body talk
Body talk...work your body
Everybody needs some body talk
Body talk
I can hear your body talk
Speak to me baby
Body talk
I can hear your body talk
Speak to me baby
Body talk
I can hear your body talk
Body talk
I can hear your body, body, body, body
Talk
I get the picture...baby
Come on over here
Your lips aint moving
But I hear you loud and clear
(chorus out)

song performed by by Donna Summer
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Value your soul

The soul and the body aren’t separate.
They’re as integrated as body and heat.
To love or hate a person is soul’s act.
To love or hate a thing is body’s act.
Soul, not body, experiences shame.
Body, not soul, ignores guilt and qualms.
Value the soul to value yourself.
07.02.2009

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Of The Body And Soul...

upon a fusion, you live immersed
conscious about a self within a self

(as in soul bathed in a body,
body trapped by the roaming soul)

sometimes you sigh
this body is so beautiful and my soul has wasted it,

if i (soul) were just enough,
a transfer should have been made a long time ago

liberating this body and letting it find its own definition of joy
the soul is selfish, having entered it has no key for the exit

these two have been too irreconcilable
everyday is an argument, every night a disillusion

fate, bad luck, inseparability, the absurdity of having to live
on immiscible arrangements

water and oil, sky and earth
the days are running, there is nothing detachable.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Body

A body gets tired. A body gets weak,
too damned tired to even speak.
A body that's worked so hard everyday
is too damned tired to even pray.
A body that is slowly succumbing to fate
knows in its bones that it's too damned late.

And so it looks forward to a long sweet dream
one where it can awaken,
one where it will seem
as if the body does'nt count anymore.
For it is finished. Something else is in store.
No more aching, being tired and sore.

A body's just a body and now it is done.
No regrets are with you, not even one.
A soul's not tired. A soul's not weak.
A soul lives forever. It is unique.

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poem by Edwina Reizer
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I have fallen into unconsciousness

I have got out of my own control, I have fallen into unconsciousness; in my utter unconsciousness how joyful I am with myself!
The darling sewed up my eyes so that I might not see other than him, so that suddenly I opened my eyes on his face.
My soul fought with me saying, “Do not pain me”; I said, “Take your divorce.” She said, “Grant it”; I granted it.
When my mother saw on my cheek the brand of your love she cut my umbilical cord on that, the moment I was born.
If I travel to heaven and read the Tablet of the Unseen, O you who are my soul’s salvation, without you how I am ruined!
When you cast aside the veil the dead become alive; the light of your face reminded me of the Covenant of Alast.
When I became lost, O soul, through love of the king of the peris, hidden from self and creatures, I am as if peri-born myself.
I said to the Tabriz of Shams-e Din, “O body, what are you?” Body said, “Earth”; Soul said, “I am distraught like the wind.”

poem by Rumi
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Every dog has its day.

You are happy today.
You are pretty today.
You are proud today.
Do you know why?
You are the host today.
Every host owns that day
And will willingly pay.
03.03.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Understand

Soul, you must understand
how this body sleeps with you.

Soul, you must remember
it has separate manners with you.

Soul, learn the sensual pleasures
of this body, its twists and turns,

its crooked ways, its perverted ways,
its insatiability, even its evil ways,

Soul, you have all the patience,
when the body is rested before its

time is over, Soul, awaken it,
shake it, let it shed off its dusts

of errors, its stains of lusts,
wash it with fasting, and repentance

Soul, be wise, and kind enough to
save this Body, until it rusts and

to dust it shall return, and Soul
when you go up there, Forget.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Soul Please Understand

Soul, you must understand
how this body sleeps with you.

Soul, you must remember
it has separate manners with you.

Soul, learn the sensual pleasures
of this body, its twists and turns,

its crooked ways, its perverted ways,
its insatiability, even its evil ways,

Soul, you have all the patience,
when the body is rested before its

time is over, Soul, awaken it,
shake it, let it shed off its dusts

of errors, its stains of lusts,
wash it with fasting, and repentance

Soul, be wise, and kind enough to
save this Body, until it rusts and

to dust it shall return, and Soul
when you go up there, Forget.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The body has all merits

Imagine there is no temple where it is.
Imagine there is no tomb where it is.
The space underneath the both is same.
Imagine the soul casts its holy body.
Imagine the soul casts its lowly body.
Which do you hate: the soul or the body?
If body, the body sans soul is a corpse.
We still love and hate one’s body alone.
05.05.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Souls are born

Souls are born leaders-
But a stranger's come calling,
Trying to open a door;
For sure opening windows.

Soul's all dressed up,
Body lagging behind
Following the bright lights,
Like shepherds hunting babies.

Body the sluggard; body the receptacle
Of so much light, amid time-crazed journeys;
Body follows maps, soul the guiding stars..

Soul knows not where the body's going
But only what happens, when it gets there.

poem by Patti Masterman
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