The Moonless In You...
so many
yes so many
and so insignificant that sometimes
you think
what for? there is no meaning there? there is nothing
that i cannot understand in what you are saying?
you challenge the world
tell me directly
why all the winding ways? why all these concealed destinations?
you are blind
and yet so fully awake
you are here at the center of this universe
but you are never
the sun....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Where Are We In This Too Large Universe?
WHERE ARE WE IN THIS TOO LARGE UNIVERSE?
Where are we in this too large universe?
Once they told us we were the center
And in our little time all History turning -
Now even Time has gone far beyond us
And our little interval
Is so so so so small
We will be gone before even the closest galaxy to ours knows it –
Once we were the meaning of it all
And now we are a question
And a transition we ourselves may make to something senselessly strange-
I want to go home
To where we were the center of the universe
And God chose us
Because we
Were God’s poem.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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No one is so insignificant that does not occupy the exact center of the universe.
aphorism by Ramon Eder, translated by Dan Costinaş
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Me Against The Universe
I have traveled
for more than a millennium
to the center of space
My purpose?
My reason?
It's quite simple
yet
quite absurd
I have traveled far
through space
and time
to fight the dragon
which resides
in the center
of this universe
Oh yes
I am quite mad
Oh yes
this probably is
suicide
Do I care?
Do I fear?
I assure you
I should
BUT
I don't
I will fight
only with my mind
I will speak
only with my soul
I will challenge
only with my body
All who I am
all
who I have existed
as
All
in all
I will not back down
until there is
a victor
My eyes
are set
on this stupid goal
and I
will most likely die
But I ask you
Who else
has fought
the universe
alone?
poem by Justin Tallman Gonzalez
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Sunday Thoughts.....
understand that when people are grouchy and
so unkind, it must be, because the world had been
too cruel on them too, and at the back of their minds,
God seems to be nowhere, seems to be not working
for them
how selfish it can be
but
understand that most minds are shallow and most beings
thrive as though they are the sun and the center of this
universe,
which is not so, understand that this matter is hard to understand
and we ourselves sometimes are caught in the same trap
disregarding God
as though he is tool
a gadget
as though we are Gods
that have control
about everything
understand this
that without that root and the tree
where can leaves
and flowers be?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For R.F.
this body
has no center
because it has no
edge
it has no here
and there
for if there is
how can this body
contain
a love that
has no measure?
the sun
is not the center of my universe
for i am never one
of your planets
i wish you are my star
my sun
my God
but i live and
go nowhere
to you
i understand
i am
nothing...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Writing
The cursive crawl, the squared-off characters
these by themselves delight, even without
a meaning, in a foreign language, in
Chinese, for instance, or when skaters curve
all day across the lake, scoring their white
records in ice. Being intelligible,
these winding ways with their audacities
and delicate hesitations, they become
miraculous, so intimately, out there
at the pen’s point or brush’s tip, do world
and spirit wed. The small bones of the wrist
balance against great skeletons of stars
exactly; the blind bat surveys his way
by echo alone. Still, the point of style
is character. The universe induces
a different tremor in every hand, from the
check-forger’s to that of the Emperor
Hui Tsung, who called his own calligraphy
the ‘Slender Gold.’ A nervous man
writes nervously of a nervous world, and so on.
Miraculous. It is as though the world
were a great writing. Having said so much,
let us allow there is more to the world
than writing: continental faults are not
bare convoluted fissures in the brain.
Not only must the skaters soon go home;
also the hard inscription of their skates
is scored across the open water, which long
remembers nothing, neither wind nor wake.
poem by Howard Nemerov
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A Mouse to Man
A mouse
is nothing but
a small
animal of the world.
Tis thus an
insignificant part
of all the world,
no more.
A man
is like
unto a mouse,
for he is nothing but,
a small
animal of the universe.
Tis thus an
insignificant part
of all the universe,
no more.
poem by Sandra Osborne
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Heart fully yell 'There is a hero in me
I heart fully yell
There is a hero in me
Based on my prowess
Skill and experience
I took up this challenge
But, the challenge ahead is
Breathtaking
Demands all the potentials of my strengths
I hold on before it for a while
Assess the challenge-meeting requirements
Try to accomplish
Fail once, twice
And a number of times
Now I know my weaknesses too
I garner all the strengths in me
I harness all my acquired multifaceted skills
I am prepared better now to
Face the challenge
Yes, I proved a success
Reach the destination
Where I want to be
And I heart fully yell
There is a hero in me
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Our Paranoia
the uncured disease of mankind had always been
that the earth is the center of the universe
that man is at the center of all these
that he is loved by the skies and the seas and the mountains
that i am the center of your attraction
or that i have loved you truly too
these are the demands of illusions
the sun is just one of the thousand stars
though it may be true that it is the center of our universe
that you may have loved me truly and i may think that i am the only
star in your universe
how hopeless can i be thinking that way
when the truth is just i am just a dust, a speck of this vast space of dusts
one night i stand in the middle of the grass and looked at the stars
i feel so far and so tiny just like Venus that planet that glitters in the north.
human love is as small as a grain of sand, yet somehow we imagine that
as a Saturn in the planetary system.
i am not saying the truth that indeed we are nothing but an empty sigh.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Your Majesty
Your majesty, if you will
I realize that I am not worthy
Of licking the slime from your shoes
But I would that I could
Your majesty, don't you see
You're worth nothing to me
Though the world may worship you
You're simply a chauvinistic pig
Your majesty, we can tell
That you hold yourself in high opinion
You find no self faults
And you are self-centered
Your majesty, we realize
That you are blind to your own faults
And you are blind to the trials of others
You believe yourself to be the center of the Universe
Your majesty, anyone is better
Than you, in your self-possessed vanity
And the world realizes that I
Am more beautiful than you
Your majesty, none would ever
Get in line to be your queen
Because you are ruthless, selfish, vain
And none could be uglier than you
Your majesty, we all hope
That you realize the err of your ways soon
Because if you don't, we will revolt against you
And I shall be placed upon the throne over you
Your majesty, start to change
For the people around you change
And increasingly learn to hate you
So try harder to make others happy
Your majesty, instead
Of revelling in your own "beauty"
You should be striving to make the world more beautiful
Instead of making it an even uglier mess that we are left to clean up
Thank you, your majesty
poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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Centered
My inner light and my inner darkness.
My positive and my negative.
In the center, my neutral or balance.
My peace, will not allow my scale to tip.
Too positive, taken advantage of.
Too negative, taking advantage of.
Mind full of others, or mindless.
Full of myself and void of others.
Full of others and void of myself.
Minding my business or another's.
Apathy or arrogance.
Not centered.
But self centered, the center of attention, the center of the universe.
If others are my universe, then I don't know who I am.
I am lost.
I find myself.
I create my universe.
If I worry about where I have been, or where I am going,
Then I cannot just be.
A creation with too many directions.
What I became, is first,
What I become, is last,
What I be, is now.
Which is all I truly only have.
Where I have been,
Where I am going.
Is the end of where I was.
The beginning of where I will be.
And the revelation of where I am at.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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I don’t know whether this world has a meaning that transcends it. But I know that I cannot know that meaning and that it is impossible for me just now to know it. What can a meaning outside my condition mean to me? I can understand only in human terms. What I touch, what resists me — that I understand. And these two certainties — my appetite for the absolute and for unity and the impossibility of reducing this world to a rational and reasonable principle — I also know that I cannot reconcile them. What other truth can I admit without lying, without bringing in a hope I lack and which means nothing within the limits of my conditions?
quote by Albert Camus
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In the Meaning of Love
Can we shake ourselves awake?
Before the dawning comes to leave us.
Can we shake ourselves awake?
Before the moonlight leaves the night.
Can we shake ourselves awake?
To see all the love we're missing.
Doing everything...
To breakup and find another.
Can we shake ourselves awake?
Before the dawning comes to leave us.
Can we shake ourselves awake?
Before the moonlight leaves the night.
And all lights are turn out...
To keep a fuss with backbiting!
Can we shake ourselves awake?
From seeding clouds with hatred.
Can we shake ourselves awake?
From deeds like that,
That do much harm.
Can we shake ourselves awake?
To welcome sunrays from above.
And will we all find what's there,
In the meaning of love!
Can we shake ourselves awake?
Before the dawning comes to leave us.
Can we shake ourselves awake?
Before the moonlight leaves the night.
Can we shake ourselves awake?
To see all the love we're missing.
Before its too late...
To bake a cake and make up!
Can we shake ourselves awake?
To welcome sunrays from above.
Will we all find what's there,
In the meaning of love!
Will we all find what's there,
In the meaning of love!
Could we ever find what's there?
In the meaning of love!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's also helpful to realize that this very body that we have, that's sitting right here right now... with its aches and it pleasures... is exactly what we need to be fully human, fully awake, fully alive.
quote by Pema Chodron
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The Blind Couple
I wanna write this poem
with my long black pen
I like this pen very much
ı ts writings
why I cannot understand
my brothers also lı ke the pens too
they are not just pens
they are indstruments brought from heaven
to write your petitions to somebady above
some like it black
some blue
some red
ı always prefer black
why I do not understand
now
GOD informed
at the beginning of the holy book
read....read...read and read again
then comes writing
so ı wanna read the world before writing
universe is not my business yet
look at thgis couple on the pavement
walkı ng cautı ously and care fully
a white long stick in yhe hand of the wife
tapping on the stones
listen to it
a child is in the bosom of the husband
clad clean and neat
you cannat calll them blind
they are walking with the help of god
walking happily
talking happı ly
like singing a hymn
thgey do not need any help
they willl lose lose balance
if you try to help
just watch them
leave them alone
ı try to clean my near sighted eyes
and try to read the far aways
but ı ı nderstand
ı have only read A..B.C..
of the divine alphabet
even them not so easily and clearly
when ı look at this couple
with a child in their bosoms
as their future and hope
ı understand the only
and the bitter truth
they were not blind
ı was the only...the pure blind
ı read it
and then write
poem by Metin Sahin
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One Song
I am the universe
The sun, the moon and sea
I am the energy
4 that is what I believe
I can be contradiction
Cuz that is all I see
But I am the universe
And the universe is me
I am the one song (Ah yes)
And that one song is free
All things come from this one song (Yes they do, uh)
The garden and the tree
If everything, everything is present
What is will always be
This here is the first and the last song
And all that come between
When language falls like a wounded soldier
And it's covered by the sea
All the sadness
All these unanswered questions
Keep me company
(Company, company, company come 2 me, come 2 me please!)
Here at the center of it all
(I know)
I know that U can only come from me
(I am the universe)
Yes it will, oh, yes it will
(The sun, the moon and sea)
Where else is it gonna come from but me?
(I am the universe)
Oh my, my my my my my my my universe
(The universe is me)
(I am the universe)
(The sun, the moon and sea)
(I am the universe)
(We are the universe) {x2}
(The universe is me)
One truth (One truth)
One song (One song)
One energy
song performed by by Prince
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I Do Not Have To Be......
i do not have to close my eyes
to listen fully
i do not have to shed tears to understand
what is goodbye and
attachment all about
i do not have to burn myself in the fires of the sun
to understand how far is it from my earth
i do not have to be you to understand you
i have enough of me
and then
i have fully understood what is this all about.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What We Understand Fully
it is a matter of
experience, and common knowledge so
to speak, that
for those we do not understand fully
we say, - oh great!
and for those we half understand we say
- something is wrong
and for those we fully understand, perhaps,
because they are too obvious and
easy to grasp, we proclaim,
boring!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hidden Centre Of The Universe
me, a mirror
for the sun
to see itself
to greet the moon
for the bloom
to open its way
into my heart
the hidden centre
of the universe
for the world
to progress
from world to world
me a mirror
for the gods
to see themselves
and dance out
a sensous dance
my heart,
the center of the universe
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning.
quote by C.S. Lewis
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