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Essence

Rain from the sky,
Mixes with cloudy emotion,
Lingering behind my eyes-

A foggy recollection is given to ask,
Where before have I seen this day,
From my discordant past-

Perhaps a mountain top, or a canyon floor,
Somehow I feel this day I know,
From somewhere far before-

These mystic memories cryptically contain,
Timeless pictures of hope,
Displayed within eternities ever expanding frame-

Unsettled becomes my heart,
By this essence of thought,
Wondering if in it all am I merely watching, or actually taking part-

Is it now, or is it then,
Am I going,
Or have I already been-

There is an essence of great life so present,
Blended into each moment,
And even every living breath-

It crosses the boundaries of time,
Connecting so many hearts, souls,
And minds-

How can it be found,
Deciphered, decoded,
Understood and known-

A great and wonderful mystery,
Alluring, calling, and saving,
Through all humanity-

Capricious consternations on this, such a dark day,
Glow with the essence of the unexplainable,
Yet, shine a beautiful light to guide, along the way-

Holy is this Essence burning into the heart,
The Essence of eternity spread throughout all time,
Bringing all together at the finish, as it was at the start-

Essence bids: all come,
And find, where you are going,
Is to, where you are truly from.

poem by Smoky Hoss
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Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex

Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex,
For her strength alone can please the mighty hero!
What's the use of this manliness, friend,
When it is of no use to the lord at all?
Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex!

A man might attain the ultimate release,
If he sticks to the path of virtue,
But to indulge in the scrumptious joys of pretended anger
And the lord pleading to make up and other such games,
You simply have to be a woman!
Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex!
For her strength can please the mighty hero!

Even the gods like Indra and the great sages
Revere the very dust of gopis' feet,
Considering themselves lesser than the gopis
As they find their manhood insipid!
Essence of essence the birth of the weaker sex,
For her strength can please the mighty hero!

Woman, the treasure trove of fortune
Experiences and enjoys all day and night
The very nectar, the Vedas and the Scriptures
Struggle to express!
Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex!

Let my dreams come true
My dark one, my lifter of the mountain, life of my life!
For just like the master dragging the meek beast
The leash of love draws Narsinh!
Essence of essence is the birth of the weaker sex,
For her strength can please the mighty hero!

poem by Narsinh Mehta
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Let me go over this again on the reclaiming the civil rights movement. People of faith that believe that you have an equal right to justice - that is the essence. And if it's not the essence, then we've been sold a pack of lies. The essence is everyone deserves a shot - the content of character, not the color of skin.

quote by Glenn Beck
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Life is the expression of the desire of the soul to manifest and to share what it uniquely perceives and feels. Columbus's essence is deep in discovery

Buddha is the essence of wisdom, the triumph of wisdom


Christ is the essence of love, the essence of wisdom, the triumph of love, the triumph of love.

poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Essence

Life
Life is the expression of the desire of the soul to manifest and to share what it uniquely perceives and feels. Columbus's essence is deep in discovery
Buddha is the essence of wisdom, the triumph of wisdom

Christ is the essence of love, the essence of wisdom, the triumph of love, the triumph of Wisdom.

poem by Michael Kavuoti
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In Essence

Rapid essence is secret weapon for the rich and famous,
Yet their doing is definite in the eyes of most,
In the rising of guilt and gunnery.

For when bullets are fired in one rapid answer
To the fallen man who resents the very essence,
Then the falling is reason for discontent.

I said the seeing is again done with the futilty,
And the man or woman shall evade all utility,
Will they not destroy their benefits, in essence?

poem by Naveed Akram
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Alzheimer's Disease

Twice,
There would be goodbyes...
Spoken.
With hearts broken.
And words uncertain,
If heard and understood.

~As an essence known,
Would flow to go.~

Twice,
A familiar light of life...
Would flicker to slowly dim.
As those loved ones and friends,
Stood by to witness...
Without a defense to what commenced.

~As an essence known,
Would flow to go.~

And...
Just once,
In the end...
Alzheimer's Disease,
Would finally win...
This long and emotional battle.

~As an essence known,
Would flow to go...
Away.~

Dedicated To:
Those who knew and suffered through,
The losing of close family members and friends...
To Alzheimer's Disease.

'You are loved and missed,
Clara Louise Countryman Pertillar...
By all who knew and loved you too.'
My wonderful Grandmother.

~lsp~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Killing time is perhaps the essence of comedy, just as the essence of tragedy is killing eternity.

quote by Miguel de Unamuno
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The Gathering

There was a gathering of time
in odd spaces.

There was a gathering of spaces
seeking my time, your time, our time.

There was a gathering of the Saving Graces
which bid us to lie down with peace
to bloom in time and space.

This was a gathering of hopes and dreams
in a space, in a time
with an individualized saving grace.

In gathering it seems-
if we come with only our individual sense
of time, space and grace-
we will have not gathered at all
and will have only succumbed to Sweet Ironic Irony.

'Place then' he said
'your eyes upon the Sun
and know that life is such that
sometimes you must be the moon.

'Place then' he said' your hand
knowing your space
sometimes
in life
must be our space or no space at all.'

'How' we all said
'is this trick to be done? '

He said 'no trick. It is the essence of all things
not only to change
but to be in essence
more than one thing;
even to be more than two
at the same time.'

'That is why' he said
uplifting his arm
'we can think two different,
even contradictory things
at the same time.
This is not artifact
but essence.
This is nature-
not mistake.

Who I am;
Who are we
is the same query
and the answer is for both:
both are we
and each is I
for all is multiples;
and Revelation;
there is no
Universal Rule
of Consistency;
we live in multiple multiplicities.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Unless And Until You Have Grasped The Essence Of The Self

Unless and until you have grasped the essence of the Self
Vain are all your efforts and like unseasonal rains,
You have wasted your human birth.

So what if you have taken a holy bath
Or offered twilight prayers and worship?
So what if you have stayed at home and given alms?
So what if you keep matted locks and smear ashes?
So what if you have plucked hair on your head?
Unless and until you have grasped the essence of the Self
Vain are all your efforts and like unseasonal rains,
You have wasted your human birth.

So what if you indulge in recitation, penance or go on a pilgrimage?
So what if you count beads and chant the holy name
So what if you put on at il ak or worship Tulsi?
So what if you drink the water of Ganga?
Unless and until you have grasped the essence of the Self
Vain are all your efforts and like unseasonal rains,
You have wasted your human birth.

So what if you speak of theVedas or grammar?
So what if you enjoy yourself and have a good time?
So what if you have grasped the distinctions
Between the six systems of philosophy?
So what if you have adhered to the distinction of caste?
Unless and until you have grasped the essence of the Self
Vain are all your efforts and like unseasonal rains,
You have wasted your human birth.

All these are worldly pursuits for filling one's belly
Until you have seen the absolutebr ahman.
Says Narsinh, without beholding the Essence
One wastes his birth precious asChi nt amani Jewel.
Unless and until you have grasped the essence of the Self
Vain are all your efforts and like unseasonal rains,
You have wasted your human birth.

poem by Narsinh Mehta
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Science sometimes falls short when trying to fathom the depths of our essence - and our inspiration comes from that essence.

quote by Lance Secretan
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A Divine Essence

Love is a flower
spreading beautiful perfume
a divine essence

haiku by Marius Alexandru (March 2020)
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Respect time!

Respect! Respect!
Time I respect you

Time is of great essence
Respect time
Before it imposes on you a sentence
As if you have committed a crime

Time is precious like a diamond
Time must come first never second
Respect time
For time itself is the sublime

Time never waits
Time decides fates
In time itself you create
The food you eat off your plate
In time itself you love and hate
And find a partner or some mates
Respect time, underrate it not
Don’t say ‘time passed, I forgot’

There is a time to be late
There is a time to debate
There is a time to wait for someone
Before time decides to shorten the fun
Remember time waits for no one
Time also catches up with those on the run

Respect time
The essence of time
Is its continuous presence
And its everlasting absence
And denial of the past tense

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Places in the Heart

There are places in the heart,
that are still unmarred by
understanding -
those places that we have
kept hidden for so long
from all those prying eyes,
prowling in the darkness -

There are places in the heart,
filled with childhood memories
of laughter and joy,
hope and new beginnings,
those places that we revisit
secretly and tenderly,
those places that make us
feel alive again -

There are places in the heart
that know no boundaries,
no limitations, but unrestrained
happiness of a smiling child,
filled with wonder and love
for the world, feeling both
godlike and tiny, overtaken
by the invisible presence
that permeates the moon
and the countless stars -

There are places in the heart,
where life is filled with miracles
and questions lead to more
questions, prompted by infinite
curiosity and the desire to know
the essence of things,
there are places that only
you and I know,
those places that remind us
who we really are -

For we are the essence
of life's joy and discovery,
truth and beauty, love and
tenderness, that penetrates
the cracks of a fractured world,
we are those places in the heart
that know no end and no beginning,
but love and only love,
that sings through us like
warm summer rain.

poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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The Skull

O BOWL that held the hot imprisoned fire,
Cup where the sacred essence used to burn—
That fluent essence that shall ne’er return—
Old home of Aspiration and Desire:
What art thou now to honour and admire?
A thing inconsequential one might spurn,
Thou art not e’en the scattered ashes’ urn;—
Husk of the spirit that shall not expire.

Thou cage and shell of ancient busy Thought,
Nurse-house of Soul, the domicile of him
Long fled thy osseous walls that Nature wrought
To please proud Time’s caprice and passing whim;
’Twixt two eternities a moment caught,
He rose from thee to join the seraphim.

poem by Mary E Fullerton
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The glow in the fog and mist

The spectral glow of a bobbing lantern
As if tossed upon a stormy sea

Appearing..then fading anon, absorbed
In foggy essence, to fade again so feebly

Once more, ere sinking in finality
Into the quicksand of mist

Mere glow of candle, so dear to see
Seen now…then not, …with capricious twist

The spectral light, drifts through the night
As a ghost through fog and mist

Through ribs of rain, the tremulous light
Chills the brain, befogs the sight

Dimly lit, by lanterns in the mist
Dark clouds upon the soul this night

Fog is the dark abode of lost souls
Who wander without rest with lantern high

The mist, the breath, of hollow death
The fog, the food, on which to persist

Tis best my friend, not to be, nor ne'r to see….
The glow in the fog and mist

poem by David Whalen
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I maintain also that substances, whether material or immaterial, cannot be conceived in their bare essence without any activity, activity being of the essence of substance in general.

quote by Gottfried Leibniz
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Coda

(after Dorothy Parker)

There’s a time that there’s pleasure in living,
to it there is something really divine,
when love is essence to taking and giving,
and life sparkles happy like good red wine

but when time does it thing and rushes on
the body looses all its usefulness
when most of one’s days are totally gone;
cynical one views friends with aloofness

while in art you hunt for some catharsis,
some seek the beauty of a younger lady
while they do want the essence of bliss
but life at the end becomes somewhat shady

while you conclude final moves in life’s spell,
to grasp the ways between heaven and hell.

[Reference: “Coda” by Dorothy Parker.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Natalie's Gift

Natalie so bright and free
A flower to unfold
The essence of serenity
Of wisdom's tales untold.

Your magic tune
The song of life
Your essence of pure love
Will lift the world from darkness
To lofty realms above

And now the tide is turning
Your youthful mind is burning
And that for which your yearning
Is right within your soul.

Please know you're loved
And cared for in spite of
Life's cruel pain
The light you give to others
Has never been in vain.

And when the winds of time
Have blown away the clouds
You are the song of joy
The birds will sing aloud.

poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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I Hope She Knows

i hop she knows who she is to me,
i hope she knows when i look at her true beauty is what i see
i hope she knows i see her like no one else
i hope she knows when she smiles it just makes my heart melt
i hope she knows shes not just anybody, not just some girl
shes mine,
i have loved her all this time
i hope she knows she sweetens my breathe
without her air it would bring death
i hope she knows that in my eyes
shes the brightest light, the shine of the moon in the essence of the night
the beauty of the waters on the shore, without her love i would be no more,
i hope she knows i love her the way she is
i hope she knows when shes gone shes all i miss
i hope she knows that all i have to say and all i feel
that the love for her could never be so real
i hope she knows shes the life of my life
the heart of my heart, the day of my day
and no matter how long i will forever feel this way
and this moment that im looking at her, that im looking at the most amazing thing i will ever see
her,
i hope she knows without the gaze of her eyes, i would be blind all my life
but at this moment,
i hope she knows
that i love her.

poem by Richard Ferdin
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Being And Nothingness

i am nothing
so i must make something out of
my being nothing
this sense
must make an essence

this watch must tell time
otherwise
it is not a clock at all

this poet
must write the poems
to be this poet

to become
one must make out
his essence
for from nothing
in the actual doing
is this something

i am
not because i am for now
the way you see and touch me
i am because i am becoming
i am because i am being

i die, what am i?
a mist
see, i am not even the air
i am not even what you think you see

now, i am nothing

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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