Seers too have instincts
The seer, whose vision was a mission
To millions to wash their sins and earn
fortunes,
Steers himself to hire men and kings
To save him from the crime he landed
in.
The seer, whose words were taken as
God’s
By millions for getting tickets to heaven,
Hears from favourites and swears lies
So as to flee the clutches of law
The seer, whose faith should shun ego,
Power, wealth and comforts to its
core,
Wears them to augment his might and
right
To sever rising heads and stumbling
tails.
Still a seer is better than a rogue.
23.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The competency of the seer
I don’t have to have gold.
I shall have one who has it.
I don’t have to have the crown.
I shall have one who wears it.
I don’t have to have the queen.
I shall have the king owning her.
A seer is competent of all.
[ in the Hindu custom, seer is supreme]
06.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Master Of Mind Can only be a Master Mind!
Seeing and hearing,
Is it eye that see?
Is it ear that hear?
Eyes are windows of Mind,
Like are ears, eyes have eyelids, ears remain open!
Seeing is not perceiving,
Light passes through the small camera,
Giving picture of world around,
Yet mind is the processor,
Process the data,
Process the colourful image,
Sometime filling with its own colour!
But it is not vision,
mind sees something itself,
Seeing through the mind without the help of eyes
Neither windows opened,
Nor light from open windows affect!
Mind is that faculty sees something within,
And day by day the vision become clear,
When mind learns it is not the seer,
It sees everything clear,
Clearly presented to the master,
And Self is the master of Mind,
When mind is pure and clear,
Without prejudice and suspense traits,
Self perceives self in its true nature,
Nothing goes bad,
processed food for thought remain good for ever!
one who sees eyes as seer,
He is ignorant,
One who sees mind as a seer,
Knows not,
One whose mind sees the seer is different,
Vision get purified, seer can see through the mind,
Scenes seen by mind with eyes closed,
when perceived by seer,
It becomes vision of life,
And that vision when becomes ambition of life,
Ambition becomes aspiration,
Aspiration transforms into mission,
Mission transmits wisdom and genius of self!
Self becomes master Of mind
Self becomes master Mind,
Master and mind becomes one,
Master Of Mind Can only be a Master Mind
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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We are not victims of aging, sickness and death. These are part of scenery, not the seer, who is immune to any form of change. This seer is the spirit, the expression of eternal being.
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The seer and the beggar.
Ego battered, bereaved of kith and kin,
Bereft of worldly things, a beggar dies
With no wish, no curse and no regrets;
That amounts to detachment of the world.
Ego nursed, blessed with devotees,
Proud of being humble, can a seer die
With no wish, no curse and no regrets,
To confirm to detachment of the world?
More than the seer, it is the beggar
Who is fit to dispense with rebirth.
Can you follow the path of the beggar?
Is there salvation sans humiliation?
A seer is proud he leads you to God.
You are proud you follow him to God.
You both want to leave your names behind.
With the love for the world after your exit,
Can you hope that you avoid rebirth?
26.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Employ Similes Prudently
Her face is compared to the moon.
She is, of course, flattered by it,
But the moon is not belittled.
A seer is compared to the God
Where the seer is elevated
And the God is belittled.
Employ similes prudently.
(04.03.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Martsviolerne
Sig Himlen hvælver saa reen og klar,
Iisblomster fryse paa Rudens Glar.
I Solens Flamme saa smukt de staae,
En Yngling kommer og seer derpaa.
Men som han paa de Blomster seer,
To Pige-Øine derude leer.
Saa skjønne Blomster han aldrig saae,
To Martsvioler saa smukke blaae.
Iisblomsten smelter ved Kindens Brand,
— Vor Herre hjelpe den unge Mand!
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Sheer
Deer, seer, sheer, beer, queer, veer;
And like the trafficking of narcotic substances! !
Seer, deer, sheer, beer, queer, veer;
But their full names were withheld for security reasons,
Because of this illicit business!
Appearances,
Declined,
A court of law,
Honoured;
With circumstances beyond your control! !
But, the suspects were handed over.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Aurobindo 91 Savitri Book 6
An appreciation on Savitri-
Book Six: The Book of Fate
Canto Two: The Way of Fate and the Problem of Pain
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's
'Voicing earth's question to the inscrutable power
The queen now turned to the still immobile seer: '
'Passionate like sorrow questioning heaven she spoke.'
'O seer, in the earth's strange twi-natured life Line 29 to
Eternal self a fiction sensed in trance.'Line 189
Why, how, what, where, when..all so many times
Spouting in agonised gush on a 'Who' to the seer..
She's a human mother though Aswapati's queen..
'Then after a silence Narad made reply: '
'Was then the sun a dream because there is night? Line202 to...
.....Thus came, born from a blind tremendous choice,
This great perplexed and discontented world,
This haunt of Ignorance, this home of Pain:
There are pitched desire's tents, grief's headquarters.
A vast disguise conceals the Eternal's bliss.'Line 688
On pain and relief an authentic discourse by Narada...
Nothing but just to go by your words is all in all
'Haste not towards Godhead on a dangerous road,
Open not thy doorways to a nameless Power,
Climb not to Godhead by the Titan's road.'
'Too enormous is that venture for thy will;
Only in limits can man's strength be safe;
Yet is infinity thy spirit's goal;
Its bliss is there behind the world's face of tears.
'Is then the spirit ruled by an outward world?
O seer, is there no remedy within?
But what is Fate if not the spirit's will
After long time fulfilled by cosmic Force?
I deemed a mighty Power had come with her;
Is not that Power the high compeer of Fate? '.....
............My consciousness this moment,
O'Guru, I'm in awe....in invincible heights
Ineffable Thee embellishing poetic creation
My inquisitive apprehension, erring Thee may opine
May thereso, let Savitri in my self arise
Aroused thereso be knowledge and fortune
poem by Indira Renganathan
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One needs a Seer's Vision and an Angel's voice to be of any avail. I do not know of any Indian man or woman today who has those gifts in their most complete measure.
quote by Sarojini Naidu
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Other World Writings
seer wrote them seal complete
just not in this vision blind world
this time sphere of existence
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Seers and Rogues
A seer is a diamond as a whole
And yet might harbour raw carbon.
A rogue is a raw carbon in total
And yet might have refined carbon.
Drains flow under the sanctorum
And springs spill from rocks.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Længsel med Potterne
Hist hvor man kun seer Lyngen groe,
Der laves Jydepotter jo!
Der laves store, laves smaae,
Paa Vognen snart de pakked' staae,
Og see, med Potter rigt begavet,
Den reiser langveis over Havet.
Ak see, nu kjører den afsted!
Og Pottefaderen er med;
Hans lille Dreng ved Døren staaer,
Med nødbrun Kind og gule Haar,
Han seer paa Vognen, som nu kjører,
Og sært det i hans Bryst sig rører.
Han føler, nei, han veed ei hvad!
Med Potterne han reise gad,
At see Soldater, Skov og By,
Med Kirketaarne høit mod Sky;
Ja Havet med de stærke Strømme,
Og Alt, hvad han kun saae i Drømme.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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The guilt built
Investment on land and
Involvement with women
Are the two solid foundations laid,
On which rests all the guilt man built.
Man piles sins and makes mansions
For him and his progeny to die in.
Man reaps sins in trapping women
For him and his heirs to bequeath.
No saint, no seer could redeem him.
23.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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But remember, I am no politician, and no seer into souls.
quote by Rebecca H. Davis
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On The Death of Leopold: King of The Belgians
A King is dead! Another master mind
Is summoned from the world-wide council hall.
Ah, for some seer, to say what links behind-
To read the mystic writing on the wall!
Be still, fond man: nor ask thy fate to know.
Face bravely what each God-sent moment brings.
Above thee rules in love, through weal and woe,
Guiding thy kings and thee, the King of kings.
poem by Charles Kingsley
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The Prophets Song
Words and music by brian may
Oh oh people of the earth
Listen to the warning the seer he said
Beware the storm that gathers here
Listen to the wise man
I dreamed I saw on a moonlit stair
Spreading his hand to the multitude there
A man who cried for a love gone stale
And ice cold hearts of charity bare
I watched as fear took the old mans gaze
Hopes of the young in troubled graves
i see no day I heard him say
So grey is the face of every mortal
Oh oh people of the earth!
listen to the warning the prophet he said
For soon the cold of night will fall
Summoned by your own hand
Ah ah children of the land
Quicken to the new life take my hand
Fly and find the new green bough
Return like the white dove
He told of death as a bone white haze
Taking the lost and the unloved babes
Late too late all the wretches run
These kings of beasts now counting their days
From mothers love is the son estranged
Married his own his precious gain
The earth will shake in two will break
And death all round will be your dowry
Oh oh people of the earth
Listen to the warning the seer he said
For those who hear and mark my words
Listen to the good plan
Oh oh oh oh and two by two my human zoo
Theyll be running for to come
Running for to come out of the rain
Oh flee for your lives who heed me not
Let all your treasures make you fear for your life
Deceive you not the fires of hell will take you
Should death await you
Ah people can you hear me?
And now I know and now I know
And now I know and now I know
That you can hear me
And now I know and now I know
And now I know now I know
Now I know now I know
Now I know now I know
Now I know
The earth will shake in two will break
Death all around around around around
Around around around around
Now I know now I know
Now I know now I know
Now I know now I know
Now I know now I know
Now I know now I know
Now I know
Wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo
Listen to the wise listen to the wise listen to the wise
Listen to the wise listen to the wise man
La la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la
La la
La la
Come here I hear you
Come here I hear you
Come here I hear you
Ah ah ah ah ah
Listen to the man listen to the man listen to the man listen
To the mad man
God gave you grace to purge this place
And peace all around may be your fortune
Oh oh children of the land
Love is still the answer take my hand
The vision fades a voice I hear
Listen to the madman!
But still I fear and still I dare not
Laugh at the madman!
song performed by by Queen
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En seer man født for Prosa og En for Poesi
En seer man født for Prosa og En for Poesi,
En skabtes for Agurker og En for Potpourri.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Voyeuristic Energies
Patrician dames masked to avoid the shame of offering,
They parade themselves, offering pleasure for pay.
Voyeuristic energies flow strong in the blood of man and woman alike.
Each seeks a secret knowledge unknown to those left in the light, unable to see out into the darkness. These dark comedies of our suburbs watch close in observance the moving
Pictures of our life’s. Perceiving life through a silver screening, how are you ever to know
Whether or not you are dreaming?
These comedies dark repulse the society that dare not admit its instinctive fetish,
To know, to know and remain unknown in knowing. They repulse in an invasion of
A privacy that does not exist. The threat of power.
The window allows the seer to remain unseen
As our homes become their T.V screens.
However the window allowed the seer to be
Seen by those passers by who deem their
Time elastic enough to spend the time staring
Beyond the gleam of the sunlight glazing.
Dazed, galvanised souls are left upon the
Other side of morning, awaiting in anticipation
The Dawn.
poem by David Lacey
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Hjemvee
Om Aft'nen i det lille, snevre Kammer,
Naar Alt er stille, i mit Bryst det flammer!
En mægtig Længsel fylder al min Tanke,
Af Hjemvee føler jeg mit Hjerte banke,
Og jeg maa græde, skjøndt jeg er en Mand,
Thi her, har Hjertet intet Fædreland!
Naar Kunsten aabner mig sit store Rige,
Den samme Længsel føler jeg da stige,
Enhver Musik, hver Sang der naaer mit Hjerte,
Gjenvækker denne bittre, søde Smerte,
Men Hjemmet finder jeg dog aldrig her,
Mit Hjem er der, hvor jeg kun ikke er!
Seer jeg den friske Skov, de grønne Dale,
Da føler jeg, hvad ei jeg kan udtale,
Seer jeg det stolte Hav og Aftenrøden,
Da længes Hjertet mægtigt efter Døden!
Dog nei! det er ei Døden, nei, et Hjem, -
Et Hjem, hvis Navn jeg ei kan stamme frem.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Oldtids huuslige Liv
Ak, hvor romantisk smiler dog det Bjælkehuus i Dalen!
Med deiligt skaaret Halm og Hø er Gulvet strøet i Salen,
Og midt derinde er et Baal, saa lysteligt det luer,
Melodisk drypper Soden ned fra Loftets hvalte Buer.
Imedens Røgen bølger frit om Bjælkerne derinde,
Rundtom et Bryggerkar med Øl, sig leirer Mand og Qvinde.
Ja det er Oldtids brede Børn det seer man paa Figuren,
Og de er' alle klædt' i Skind, der lugte af Naturen.
Hver gnaver paa et Flæske-Been, og naar det reent er pillet,
Naboen det i Panden faaer, og det er Tegn paa Snillet.
— I Jomfru-Buret seer det ud, som i en Spindestue,
De Terner stoppe Hoser der med deres skjønne Frue;
Og sige de i barnlig Skjæmt lidt meer end sig kan sømme,
Med Øredask, og andet meer, hun holder dem i Tømme.
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