Blessings of emptiness
Blessings of the vast sky
There birds can freely fly
Sky’s clear and transparent
Lets to have view of planets
Clouds can easily wander
To rain and spread water
Rays of sun and moon
Reach earth to give boon
Provides a free passage
To carry out swift air voyage
In openness easily exerted
Air and gas that we polluted
Emptiness gives freedom
Of space you like can occupy
Vastness gives freedom
Of way you want can fly
In nights when up our eyes
Have heavenly look in the sky
An orchard of illuminating flowers
Can too see rainbow colours
Unlimited room for dream racing
Vast and empty sky is a blessing
And a life vast and transparent
Is definitely the life of a saint
(C) S.D. Tiwari
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Life Is Like Rainbow!
Life is like a rainbow,
you need both
sun and rain to make it appear,
and one who observe,
Life is that rainbow appearing
with Energy and matter, Self is the observer!
Life is like rainbow needs both Sun and rain to spread it colours,
Walk along the garden path,
Or trek along mountain forest paths,
Life spreads its colours,
In flowers and butterflies,
Flora and fauna!
Life spread its colours like rainbow in every ecosystem,
May green mountains,
Shining beneath surface of lake,
May be in hot deserts,
or in cold polar continents!
Life is like rainbow need Life and habitat are two things to spreads its colours!
Life is like rainbow needs food and love to spread its colours!
Life is like rainbow needs love and compassion to spread it colours!
life is like Rainbow spreads colours need lover and beloved in their eyes!
Life is like rainbow that needs desires an ambitions to spread it colours!
Life is like rainbow need feelings and thoughts to spread its colours!
Life is like rainbow that needs children and parents to spread colours,
Life is like rainbow that needs kids and their innocent thoughts to spread it colours,
Life is like rainbow that needs wisdom and patience in elders to spread its colours!
Life is like rainbow that needs two things in teenagers energy and dreams to spread its colours!
Life is like rainbow that needs sky and observer,
Some feel rainbow
is illusion like mirage,
But some manage to bridge between life and soul!
Rainbow colours found in every soap bubble,
bubbles grow and shine,
spread colours before they burst and die, .
Strange feeling they create,
Spread their message,
Just like colours spread on their face!
For a scientist life is like rain bow that needs rain and sun,
For a philosopher,
Life is like rainbow needs illusion and misidentification,
Rainbow is illusion created by elements and light,
just like life and world!
It is natural and nature's MAYA,
Nonexisting thing showup,
hiding existing things,
object is hidden in subject
Just like a mirage in desert or fragrance in a flower!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Smooth Velvet
Bright stars are coming out
the deep dark sky to light.
Glinting from far above
such blackness to ignite.
They beam towards the earth,
from so many miles away.
Worlds that now are empty
of life. They’ve had their day.
Tapestry of diamonds,
on lush smooth velvet seen.
Sparkling, all these jewels,
with the moon in between.
Twinkling with goldenness,
pin points in the blue.
Shining every night-time,
giving an awesome view.
Bright stars are coming out,
the air is fresh and clear.
No clouds to hide their rays,
they pierce the stratosphere.
The heavens are so vast,
with planets everywhere.
Will earth finally be,
another shooting flare.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Freedom Oh Freedom
The brick
Walls
Have taken
My balloon
The air
That freedom calls
Is now
Like bluish moon
But love
Shall blossom
And give
Each peace a try
Where every freedom
Is from
A balloon
In the sky
Oh speak
And give us freedom
The flowers
Of this earth
Break those irons
Of some
That had them
From their birth
We need to rise
To clouds
And drift
To a rainbow's glow
Be free
Among the crowds
And feel
That we shall grow
Freedom
Is like sky blue
So clear
And high above
It was made for me
And you
To give
And share in love
Let never its hope
Die
But be to us
Like summer sunshine
In the beautiful
Open sky
That gives
Its shining divine
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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In the Vastness of God’s Love
In the vastness of our God, as we are lead with staff and rod,
We’re triumphant in many ways, in all our nights and our days.
Lead through the darkest night, in the vastness of God’s Light,
And God’s guidance in our days, fills us with a joy and praise.
In the vastness of God’s Love, guided from His throne above,
He lovingly guides me and you, on the earth through all we do.
His Love’s an endless source, of full assurance on any course,
Any course men take in life, when they’re lead by Jesus Christ.
God’s Love is unchanging too, as He guides both me and you,
Uncompromising as it is vast, God’s love for us will surely last.
For us it began on the cross, when Christ died for sinners lost,
And it is His Love from Calvary, which will see us into Eternity.
The love of God sure and vast, was for all men at Calvary cast,
God’s love unmatched by anyone; the Love of God’s only Son.
Who came to earth for us all, to redeem man from Adam’s fall,
Saving sinners like you and me, and providing us, life eternally.
Through that selfless sacrifice, God’s Only Son paid the price,
The love displayed on Calvary, by Jesus Christ has set us free,
Saving us from sin and death, while granting us Eternal Breath,
And God’s Love that is so vast, will through all of eternity last.
Life Is Vast
The vastness of life improves when you submerge,
Into the oceans of brilliance is the cure of illness.
Future has feuds of finesse, submerging like clouds,
Offending the general sky, as if the world mattered.
The fuel of fire is vast, so very vast so that we beg,
The fires are out and they are pushed out to the void.
A void is a vacuum too bigger than the world
Or any black hole, or any night-object.
The world is far away in a place too darker,
Darkness was vast for life, vaster than the mind.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Why A World
WHY A WORLD
Why a world
So vast so violent so dark so empty
Why all this distance
With so little life?
Why we
In this narrow space of time
On this frail membrane of earth and air?
Why so much else?
And we
We alone
Dreaming of You
Praying to You
Loving You
Fearing You
Not really knowing You.
Why and why again
In this vast seemingly indifferent universe
Are we here?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Airborne for philip housiaux
Always airborne an Albatross
can easily vast oceans cross
They eat and sleep upon the wing
and rarely land for anything.
But even Albatrosses mate
although more often isolate.
They come together as a pair.
You cannot raise chicks in the air.
But once the young have learnt to fly.
Received the freedom of the sky.
They the resume the seperate
life style they appreciate.
An Albatross prefers to be
left alone completely free.
18-Apr-08
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To Be Alive
It is to hear rhythmic melodies
in the breathing of your own lungs.
It is to marvel at the vast space
between earth and sky
It is finding yourself as simple dot
in the vastness of space
and yet with great importance
as the fingers of stars and moon
wink at your sleepy eyes,
as the generous sun
bathes your whole body
with pleasure and warmth.
It is watching the flowers
opening their petals of smiles.
It is listening to the laughing trees
beside you, purifying the toxic air
which enters into your lungs.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Freedom Lies
Freedom, theres more to your life so now[? ]
Old laws, man has made only blind.
Oh, give us freedom, a call to the brave and the strong,
To stand in the face of all wrong and show the way.
Freedom lies, freedom lies, freedom lies.
Freedom to live out the dream in a song,
Give hope to the hearts of the young.
Oh, give us freedom to act out of love and not fear,
So all that is true will be clear.
Hear tomorrow, calling hold me, show me.
Freedom lies, freedom lies, freedom lies.
Freedom lies, freedom lies, freedom lies.
song performed by by Kinks
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True Independence Day
Sans sincerity, honesty and discipline
Freedom is nowhere to be found ever!
Corruption, malpractice and violence
Ever keep freedom at bay anywhere!
Birds enjoy freedom flying in open sky;
Fish enjoy freedom swimming in deep sea;
Lions and elephants wander as they wish;
Can we ever be free to do so...........at all?
If we are free as birds we enjoy freedom;
But are we really ablate to do so ever.....?
As Poet I have freedom of expression no one
Anywhere has as far as Poetry is concerned!
Man and woman should enjoy freedom ever
Free, frank and fearless as poets and birds are!
That day only the Independence day is true
And celebration of the day is joyful and real
poem by Ramesh T A
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Vast Times And Vast Spaces
VAST TIMES AND VAST SPACES
Vast times and vast spaces
Preceded our being here
Vast times and vast spaces
Will be should we disappear-
Yet our hearts tell us
A revelation from God we be-
And wherever the Universe takes us
We’ll go on for Infinity.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Old Mother Smiled
Now the spheres are sooty sable,
Man has adulterated Nature with His murky works,
Black rains pour down from the heavy clouds,
And rain-drops fall down not to wash
But to discolour and deform us more,
To broaden blackness on the surface of the Earth,
The downpour seems to be
The harvest of our own transgressions.
Ah! I remember the time of my childhood,
When polluted contents
Had not enveloped yet rotundity of the Earth.
In summer and spring times often after the rainfall,
When the skies around the Ball became too clear,
I felt enclosed in a huge transparent multicolour globe,
And discovered the rainbow in the sky.
While standing on the Earth I imagined,
The Old Mother of humanity oscillating with full splendour
On the swing made of ropes of seven colours,
Smiling on contentment of the children underneath.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Continuous Is The Flowing
So vast is a Universe.
Where flights of fancy are condoned.
And taken undisturbed...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Free of words spoken,
To utter descriptions of what is seen...
That may come to hinder one's voyage,
With a seeking of definitions...
One will never find on lips to depict the unknown.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
Manifesting a peaceful and pleasing birth of a journey.
Continuous is the flowing that grows.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
And manifesting without a need for validation,
Is this creativity which is never at rest.
Nor is there a time capable enough...
To give to it to satisfy its completion.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
Manifesting a peaceful and pleasing birth of a journey.
Continuous is the flowing that grows.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
And manifesting without a need for validation,
Is this creativity which is never at rest.
Nor is there a time capable enough...
To give to it to satisfy its completion.
So vast is a Universe.
Where flights of fancy are condoned.
And taken undisturbed...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Continuous is the flowing...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Continuous is the flowing...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Continuous is the flowing...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Global Pollution Supercell Storms
it is said it was demon creature man in
ignorant greed lusts who pumped pollutants
into air river oceans destroying critical
balance of ancient earth filters
which guarded earth life precious
from excessive harmful sunlight
deforestation laid bare ground heated
erosion created enlarged sand waste deserts
naked earth baked in global warming
most glaciers melted
polar ice sheets retracted
oceans overflowed
too much water
does not sour
exhausted air
hot oven heat waves
wither grasslands crops
dry out vein riverbeds
but too much supercell water
may flood vast stretches of land
drown the air in torrential rain
water spirits must soar into the air
evaporation must seed rain clouds
not excessive thunderstorm heavy
rain must fall to water dry earth
with soft kiss multitude raindrops
to nourish regenerate vegetation
there are natural balances checks
imposed laws upon all earth life
demon creature man eradicates life
global complex interactive life cycles
all is linked in established food chains
all life harmonies dances in life webs
let there be restoration of balances
replant vast tracts of deforestation jungles
oxygenate multiple dead sea zones
water must rise in harmonic symphonies
must be why water souls gift allow themselves
to evaporate on hot days allowing cloud births
water souls spread allow themselves
to spread on atmospheric winds
to circle bless ecosystem entire worlds
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Gray Rain
Gray rain
but the trees
are teaching the stars how to break into leaves.
Good rain on the good earth.
Autumn's a long passage.
Spring is full of thresholds.
Rainbow bridges in the distance
over urgent streams.
Everything's in a rush to become something.
I thought I knew once
who I was supposed to be
but more and more it eludes me
like a future that's already behind me.
I leave it to the world
to finish what I began
and include myself in the mystery
and try to carry on like a man
who looks at a star he won't follow
through the branches of the burgeoning trees
as the history of who I am
now that I'm not anymore.
The less I am the more there is to be.
And one eye doesn't get in the way of the other as much.
There is just this as it is
and what am I beholding
if I'm not looking upon myself as I am
in common with everything
that's changing all around me
like a mind that can't contain itself
in any fixed mode of being
anymore than the eye
can decide what it's seeing.
Everything is burning with life in the rain
and change is the dangerous bliss
we feel when we cease to exist.
The trees might have fingerprints
graven into their bark
and you might accord them
an identity in the dark
and approve of their names
and let them pass as if you knew who they were
but that doesn't make them
any less of a stranger than you are
or the clouds carry passports.
Praise be to the abundance of oblivion
and the cornucopias of blackholes
in the hearts of the galaxies
that keep wounding themselves into life
by falling on their own swords
like a knife that heals.
By day the light gives.
But at night
it steals.
And the mirror lives
and pours water over the eyes of the blind
and suddenly the stars can see again.
And the grape hyacinth is drunk on blue wine.
And I'm walking on water on the moon
even as the moon walks on my tears
without knowing which ones
flowed from the bells of my sorrows
and which overwhelmed me
like birds in the fountains of joy.
First I am a man.
And then I am a boy.
Spring takes itself for granted.
And autumn comes on with regrets.
But they both know
this is as good as it gets
and nothing's missing
in the mind's lost and found.
It's just the way things get around
when you throw the world back in the water
like a life of your own
you gave up years ago
to be who you are now.
Praise be to the stars
that stop by the gate this late
to chat about gardens
and how to keep
the roots of the roses alive
when the ground hardens.
Even if you're a demon in steep descent
or an angel rising from hell
life has the power of a flower
and the genius of a universe
to turn falling into a calling
like planets and Canada geese.
You can walk out alone
into a wide open field at night like I do
and stand there under the stars
that have been staring at you since childhood
like someone they should keep an eye on
and say: This is me. This is who I am as I am
to the whole twinkling lot of them in self-defence
to uphold the savage dignity of the difference.
You can stand there in the vastness
of that one definitive thought
that goes on forever like a silence older than birds
and feel the sweet release of upending joy
trying to master its new freedom
when space morphs into a mouth for a moment
and says softly
o so softly
in a voice that's been singed by compassion:
No.
You're not.
poem by Patrick White
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Superior Force for M 'lady Tara
Across the windswept moors it came.
A cloudburst worthy of the name
A million, million spears of rain
which pierced the earth again again.
The suddenly the storm has passed.
The sky no longer overcast.
A vast expanse of palest blue
with sunlight shining down anew.
The raging wind has ceased to scream
as if the storm had been a dream.
The thirsty earth has drunk her fill
replenished every flowing rill.
I venture forth resume my stroll.
But in the distance hear the roll
of thunders war drums ceaselessly
Beat out a rhythm threateningly.
Far, far away towards the coast
the storm clouds gather in a host
Preparing for a fresh assault.
The rain will fall without a halt.
The sea absorbs it easily
until the storm clouds wearily.
Give up their fight against the sea,
They cannot win its plain to see
The storm moves on but leaves behind,
a vivid picture in my mind.
A sight I never thought to see.
Rain pouring down torrentially.
So that the raindrops hid from view
The moorlands that I loved and knew.
A sight I may not see again
my moors submitting to the rain.
5-Jan-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Freedom is just a Dream
Freedom is just an word
Never ending circle of life
Freedom is just an dream
That none of us could reach
Freedom is delusion of eyes
Creation to let us leave in peace
Calling our life as free
Is just running away
From reality which our eyes see
Controled by those rules
MOving in that circle of mixed days
Sitting in those corners of Life
poem by Arturas Poe
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If You Want To Learn…
If you want to learn theory
Talk with a theoretician
This way is oral
If you want to learn a craft
Practice
Learning comes through the hands
If you want austerity, physical poverty
Emptiness, befriend corruption
Practice and talk about such things won’t help
A Seeker receives from a knowing soul
The mystery of spiritual emptiness
May be living in the heart of a Saint
But he may not yet understand
He must wait for the openness of illumination
As if his chest were filling with Light
Do not look outside yourself
Do not ask for water from a tiny puddle
Do not walk around with an empty bucket
There is an ocean inside of you
You have access to this vast Ocean
Expand your heart
Expand your love
Ever sure
He is with you
ROTMS
(Dedicated to the brilliance of Rumi)
poem by Ray Lucero
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What Is Freedom? ...............
freedom.......freedom.........freedom............ ....
it contents variety of fact...............
there's no specific meanings for freedom................
because.............different people with different thoughts.................
some other they'd said...........
freedom is involving they-self to something they've love so much
but some other people thought..........
freedom is run away
from something or someone they've dislike too much
I'd do my own observations............
I'd explore the way of life......
I'd tried so many things in my life............
and you know what...........
I loved when i can reach my goals........
I think this is freedom.................
while you learns the way of life.....
you also can reach your satisfaction in your life..........................
That's the way of freedom........................
poem by Lina Manja257
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The Way This World Is Going
the way this world is going is not really that smooth.
in space, in the emptiness of a vast space, there is only darkness
the stars may be there to light some portions
the moon and the sun
the only sun
lighting only this earth but beyond and beyond
our imagination sometimes becomes weak
our vision marred
and then inside that passing black hole
we are all sucked in
on a very sad ending.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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