Seers with intellects
Intellect is behind a mission’s success.
Ideals it stands for matters the least.
One’s intellect sees it grow and branch.
Seers’ intellects not virtues make them great.
09.05.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Intellect is superior
Intelligence is intellect.
Knowledge is not intelligence.
Intellect a special branch of intelligence.
Socrates was an intellectual.
11.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My great religion is a belief in the blood, the flesh, as being wiser than the intellect. We can go wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes and says, is always true. The intellect is only a bit and a bridle.
quote by David Herbert Lawrence
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There is not enough high intellect to be catered to and when most people think of Hiphop they think of low intellect.
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We should not pretend to understand the world only by the intellect. The judgement of the intellect is only part of the truth.
Intellect
You might have possessed so many things
The stars, the sun, the moon, the whole universe
But if you have not possessed me
You possess nothing!
You are a blunt, a dullard dull
The beggar of the street.
You might be proud of so many things which
One can't have today but tomorrow can
And all these things dwindle when you distribute
But I am the exception and the opposite
The maximum use of anything is a poison
But I become the nectar if you use the maximum
You might have written on so many things
from hell to heaven
You might have composed so many poems
from complex to simple
But if you have not on me,
you have written or composed nothing!
you are neither a poet nor a writer.
you have not achieved anything either!
You might have believed on so many things
But if you have not believed me
You have believed nothing
As I am the unbelievable to believe
The strength, the power
If you hone me
I cut, cut very sharply
I create, create very absolutely
I can give the desires the wings
I can make fly the colorful dreams..
So hone me, hone me! hone me!
You might have sung so many songs
But If you have not sung the song of me
You are not a singer
You are a deaf!
You are a dumb!
So sing intellect! intellect! intellect!
Sing intellect! intellect! intellect!
The creator of every human creations
The inventor of every inventions
The real power, the real beauty
The real achievement of human history.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Language is the soul of intellect, and reading is the essential process by which that intellect is cultivated beyond the commonplace experiences of everyday life.
quote by Charles Scribner, Jr.
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As you see, I do not treat the creation of fiction, that to say the invention and development of fantasies, as a form of abstract thought. I don't wish to deny the uses of the intellect, but sometimes one has the intuition that the intellect by itself will lead one nowhere.
quote by J.M. Coetzee
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As you see, I do not treat the creation of fiction, that to say the invention and development of fantasies, as a form of abstract thought. I dont wish to deny the uses of the intellect, but sometimes one has the intuition that the intellect by itself will lead one nowhere.
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None speak of the bravery, the might, or the intellect of Jesus; but the devil is always imagined as a being of acute intellect, political cunning, and the fiercest courage. These universal and instinctive tendencies of the human mind reveal much.
quote by Lydia M. Child
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The Man And The Echo
Man
IN a cleft that's christened Alt
Under broken stone I halt
At the bottom of a pit
That broad noon has never lit,
And shout a secret to the stone.
All that I have said and done,
Now that I am old and ill,
Turns into a question till
I lie awake night after night
And never get the answers right.
Did that play of mine send out
Certain men the English shot?
Did words of mine put too great strain
On that woman's reeling brain?
Could my spoken words have checked
That whereby a house lay wrecked?
And all seems evil until I
Sleepless would lie down and die.
Echo
Lie down and die.
Man
That were to shirk
The spiritual intellect's great work,
And shirk it in vain. There is no release
In a bodkin or disease,
Nor can there be work so great
As that which cleans man's dirty slate.
While man can still his body keep
Wine or love drug him to sleep,
Waking he thanks the Lord that he
Has body and its stupidity,
But body gone he sleeps no more,
And till his intellect grows sure
That all's arranged in one clear view,
pursues the thoughts that I pursue,
Then stands in judgment on his soul,
And, all work done, dismisses all
Out of intellect and sight
And sinks at last into the night.
Echo
Into the night.
Man
O Rocky Voice,
Shall we in that great night rejoice?
What do we know but that we face
One another in this place?
But hush, for I have lost the theme,
Its joy or night-seem but a dream;
Up there some hawk or owl has struck,
Dropping out of sky or rock,
A stricken rabbit is crying out,
And its cry distracts my thought.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Man And The Echo
Man. In a cleft that's christened Alt
Under broken stone I halt
At the bottom of a pit
That broad noon has never lit,
And shout a secret to the stone.
All that I have said and done,
Now that I am old and ill,
Turns into a question till
I lie awake night after night
And never get the answers right.
Did that play of mine send out
Certain men the English shot?
Did words of mine put too great strain
On that woman's reeling brain?
Could my spoken words have checked
That whereby a house lay wrecked?
And all seems evil until I
Sleepless would lie down and die.
Echo. Lie down and die.
Man. That were to shirk
The spiritual intellect's great work,
And shirk it in vain. There is no release
In a bodkin or disease,
Nor can there be work so great
As that which cleans man's dirty slate.
While man can still his body keep
Wine or love drug him to sleep,
Waking he thanks the Lord that he
Has body and its stupidity,
But body gone he sleeps no more,
And till his intellect grows sure
That all's arranged in one clear view,
pursues the thoughts that I pursue,
Then stands in judgment on his soul,
And, all work done, dismisses all
Out of intellect and sight
And sinks at last into the night.
Echo. Into the night.
Man. O Rocky Voice,
Shall we in that great night rejoice?
What do we know but that we face
One another in this place?
But hush, for I have lost the theme,
Its joy or night-seem but a dream;
Up there some hawk or owl has struck,
Dropping out of sky or rock,
A stricken rabbit is crying out,
And its cry distracts my thought.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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INTELLECT, WISDOM and SPIRITUALITY
Intellect knows through understanding
Wisdom understands without knowing
Spirituality needs no intellect or wisdom
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Some people think only intellect counts: knowing how to solve problems, knowing how to get by, knowing how to identify an advantage and seize it. But the functions of intellect are insufficient without courage, love, friendship, compassion and empathy.
quote by Dean Koontz
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Some people think only intellect counts knowing how to solve problems, knowing how to get by, knowing how to identify an advantage and seize it. But the functions of intellect are insufficient without courage, love, friendship, compassion and empathy.
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The direction and constancy of the will is what really matters, and intellect and feeling are only important insofar as they contribute to that.
quote by Evelyn Underhill
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Atma
Atma is the Self,
made of Prana, Mana and Vak:
Motion, Consciousness, and mater.
Intellect sheaths Atma;
Mind sheaths Intellect;
Senses sheath Mind;
Body sheaths Senses;
Aura sheaths Body.
Thus,
Rig, Yajur, Sama and Atherwa sum up.
Body includes brain.
Brain includes intellect,
And Consciousness.
So Body and Energy
Are the two parts
That join to make Life.
Thus,
Science approves of.
We deny not both statements,
one by subconscious mind
and the other by conscious mind.
That is why
Religion and Science coexist.
31.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nothing Even Matters
Now the skies could fall
Not even if my boss should call
The world it seems so very small
'Cause nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
See I don't need no alcohol
Your love makes me feel ten feet tall
Without it I'd go through withdrawal
'Cause nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
These buildings could drift out to sea
Some natural catastrophe
Still there's no place I'd rather be
'Cause nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
You're part of my identity
I sometimes have the tendency
To look at you religiously
'Cause nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
Now you won't find me at no store
I have no time for manicures
With you it's never either or
'Cause nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
Now my team could score
And make it to the Final Four
Just repossess my 4x4
'Cause nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
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No Short-Cuts To Success
The righteous shall prosper
By sweat of their brows and prowess,
There are no short cuts to success!
Equal opportunities for one and all,
And to develop the intellect,
Should at all times be stressed;
Without seeking short cuts to success!
The third class compartments in our trains
Got re-christened as second class,
But the status of our masses,
Got even worse!
Such gimmicks and eye wash
Can no longer hold,
For there are no shot cuts to success
You have always been told!
Let the deserving prosper,
With the right man for the right job,
We are not handicapped or retarded,
No concessions or quotas are required
To get things started!
For the country to prosper, go down
To the grass roots; genuinely uplifting
The status of the masses, as our single
Holy mission,
Since our forefathers have made adequate
Provisions in our Constitution..
But we have failed to implement or redress,
So now seek short cuts to success! !
Swallow Music
Inside we swallow a storm of music,
The cuttlefish run their rhythm when accosted;
They have intellect, they have insulation,
But do they have these both or nothing like it?
Due to natural virtues, the natives are like them,
Nullifying my surgeon who sees my entrails.
Music shall construct a fish, it should if uttered,
Paint is squirted, they squirt it for fun and music.
So gormless! So much governance! What music!
My honey pot enlivens to the sound of notes
I learn and fold inside the mind of course.
poem by Naveed Akram
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It is the peculiarity of privilege and of every privileged position to kill the intellect and heart of man. The privileged man, whether he be privileged politically or economically, is a man depraved in intellect and heart.
quote by Mikhail Bakunin
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