Chasing Moonbeams
Without frame technique
every stray thought
can be trajectory followed
mind play to infinity.
With conscious knowledge of style
boundaries are net constructed
which constrict tend suffocate confine
instantaneous eureka awareness.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Sum Total Of What Is Known
Knowledge limit may be a dangerous thing?
Actual constructive knowledge lances...
with willful purpose intent blindness.
Truth or falsity information awareness?
Indites cause direct knowledge of a matter...
dictates a reasonable person inquire further.
The sum of what is known
is in truth a state of limitation
corpus body of truths or facts
accumulated over course of time
acquaintance gained by sight
experience or learned studied report
facts truths principles investigation
perception clear mental apprehension.
Experts research creating new boundaries
horizons involving using disseminating
special knowledge cloistered information
classified epiphany eureka manifestation.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My technique is laughable at times. I have developed a style of my own, I suppose, which creeps around [...] I don't have to have too much technique for it. I've developed the parts of my technique that are useful to me. I'll never be a very fast guitar player. I don't really know what to say about my style. There's always a melodic intent in there.
quote by David Gilmour
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Be Free
the natural tendency of the mind
is to chase the mind
be beyond the mind
be beyond the body
be conscious awareness
thoughts come, take them
for what they are
and release them
why chase
be in the moment
be awareness
let your conscious be
your consciousness
restrain your wandering mind
bring it back to your own house
bring it back within yourself
the wandering mind
runs in 10 directions
it needs to be pacified
and restrained
to do this is to be free
poem by Johnny Walks
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Awareness, Now!
awareness...
walking in awareness,
breathing in awareness,
giving in awareness,
touching in awareness,
listening in awareness,
doing in awareness,
speaking in awareness,
living in awareness....
awareness,
......now!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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So Difficult It Becomes Not To Diminsh Life
A mind that compares but is not there,
To evaluate or self examine...
Can not be held accountable,
For a thought process...
Those conscious expect and take for granted.
And those who are conscious,
Have discovered too few prepared...
With an awareness that has awakened,
To appreciate the benefit and value...
Of that which they have as a gift to nourish,
The broadening concept of comprehension.
A mind that compares but is not there,
To evaluate or self examine...
Can not be held accountable,
For a thought process...
Those conscious expect and take for granted.
With the shining of bling and other things,
Bringing into the mix the teasing of temptation...
So difficult it becomes not to diminsh life,
As an opportunity to feed our selfish whims.
With a dismissing of others,
Who do not join in with the fleecing...
Of a weakened and dieing golden lamb.
'It is not a dead horse.
No need to beat it.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Man Is Foolish
The human mind works on three tiers
With upper, middle and lower levels
As the conscious mind, the subconscious
And the unconscious respectively.
While the conscious mind is voluntary,
The subconscious and the unconscious
Are autonomous and automatic.
The conscious mind is to one's awareness.
The subconscious colours the conscious mind
And the unconscious is independent.
Sexual overtone in the subconscious
Will impact the external behaviors.
The subconscious is the reservoir of
Lust, jealousy, fear, hatred and revenge.
Bitten by a dog, one is struck with fear,
Which lurks deep inside to fear any dog.
The subconscious and the unconscious
Are responsible for all the actions
Done impulsively or instinctively.
One is helpless to be not foolish.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Stray dogs
Here and there and everywhere
Stray dogs doing business
And barkedup wrongtrees
And spoiled the working
Environments.
Stray dogs have no
Commonsense not true
Stray dogs encounter
The alien.
Stray dogs safeguard
The interest
And ensure to make
The area clean.
Stray dogs welcome
Common mass
Stray dogs do not like
Corrupt class.
Stray dogs can only think
The morrows
Stray dogs have practical
Experience and knowledge
You know I know all know.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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0020 Bliss
After that first photo-flash in mind
that signalled that there beyond where, might be
a poem waiting to be formed;
and there followed, that strange mixture in the mind
of awe, surrender, thrill, and wonderment;
and as the mind, now as obedient servant
beyond the asking, brought the building stuff
for this new, strange construction (though not, I noted,
in the order that these would be used) –
after all this, and the poem now on paper,
I walked to the front door; and stood; and looked;
looked like a child looks, and expects to look,
seeing the world as gift; as ever fresh;
no thought, no wish, the mind drained, grateful, of all thought
except the awareness of just – being allowed to be –
as the impressions flooded in, the senses sensed,
watched, as all the – all – passed through
without a judgment needed, made;
and that portion of my mind
now free to think or not to think,
superb in that peace that comes with freedom,
made the connection which
was not intellect, but knowledge –
pure knowledge which was
almost silent, wordless worship of that 'that'
which is beyond name and form, yet known -
'this, this, is bliss itself; this present self is bliss'.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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You cannot reconcile creativeness with technical achievement. You may be perfect in playing the piano, and not be creative. You may be able to handle color, to put paint on canvas most cleverly, and not be a creative painter...having lost the song, we pursue the singer. We learn from the singer the technique of song, but there is no song; and I say the song is essential, the joy of singing is essential. When the joy is there, the technique can be built up from nothing; you will invent your own technique, you won't have to study elocution or style. When you have, you see, and the very seeing of beauty is an art.
quote by Krishnamurti
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Beauty is holistic
Be clean; you are conscious of skin.
Do yoga; you are conscious of body.
Do prnayama; you are conscious of energy.
Do meditation; you are conscious of mind.
Being conscious of it is strengthening of it.
Then which woman can resist you?
12.08.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Technique! The very word is like a shriek of outraged Art. It is the idiot name given to effort by those who are too weak, too weary, or too dull to play the game. The mighty have no theory of technique.
quote by Leonard Bacon
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To call something an 'enhanced interrogation technique' doesn't alter the fact that we thought it was torture when the Japanese used it on American prisoners, we thought it was torture when the North Koreans used it, we thought it was torture when the Soviets used it. You know, it's almost the moral equivalent of saying that rape is an enhanced seduction technique.
quote by Ted Koppel
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Whenever I Have a Need to Know
It's foolish for you to assume
That I can not feel you.
It is also foolish to believe,
We are within boundaries
The mind receives for limitations
To be perceived.
I have no wishes to project
That kind of adventure on my thoughts.
I'm sending and receiving waves of conditions,
Like a charged up proton to put sizzle in your neutron.
Accepted and part of our atmosphere.
Remember that thought about us you tossed away?
Well...
I caught it.
You may be on awareness lockdown...
And in need of clarity.
Here it comes!
I don't have to be around...
To be 'around'!
The Almighty provides me with plenty of assistance.
Whenever I have a need to know.
My Master and I have got it like that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For The Woman I Have Loved....
let it not be so
that each star that falls,
must be named...
nor each tree that is cut,
without conscious knowledge.
let us not try to confine the wind,
nor to define freedom in an unspoken sky.
let us not seek to erase the darkness,
nor to infringe on the language of whales.
let it not be ordained that we are gods,
when the words we speak are empty.
and most of all, let not love wear a face,
any face that is not yours.
if this be eternity i choose to sleep,
with the precious scent of your nearness!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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My Mother And I
You dropped me off for the first day of school,
You cried a little and I looked like a fool,
You watched me play, play all day,
As you sat there, you would say,
Don't go too far, stay where I can see you,
I never listened, I’d stray away,
As I grew older I still would play,
But play with girls I’d say, no way
School became harder, you'd stay up and say,
You should have done your homework before you went to play,
I laughed, who would want to do homework instead of play?
I never listened, I’d stray away,
As times changed you grew sick,
I tried to make you feel better any way I could,
But the sickness there, could not be overlooked,
You said you'd be fine, it'll all be ok,
I couldn't look I strayed away,
You're gone now, and yes I’m sad,
But it was for the better and for that I’m glad,
It hurts to never see you, but are you gone?
I’m sitting here smiling, thinking of times past,
I wish we had longer to talk and sit around,
But I feel you're still here and I hear you shout,
Don't go too far, stay where I can see you
I finally listen, and will never stray away
I love you mommy and miss you dearly,
I can see you very clearly,
You're sitting up high and watching me play,
In this great big world, I promise I will not stray
It Is Not
Conscious of structure.
Conscious of order, law and discipline.
Conscious of those to whom is given respect.
Conscious of tradition and ideals...
And the effect this has on one's mindset.
Conscious of a faith that goes much deeper,
Than the faking of an acceptance of rituals.
Conscious of life,
And the limits of it lived.
Conscious are those,
Who are aware that this life...
Is much more than it is perceived,
It is!
Since it is not what we have been led to believe.
And a consciousness of those conscious of this,
Is what has been received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Style
Style must not be underrated
Style is often overlooked
Style is never in the papers
I read it like an open book
Style
If you cant see the substance
Style shows how its organized
Style is looking for your money
Its in the way you paint your eyes
There is always a way
A way things are done
Ive been learning my abcs
I know what is 10, I know what is 1 in
Style is a naked look
Underneath your style
Style of a different place
Talking through your style
Even the way you hide it
Reveals the thing you hide
Your style may never cause a riot
Its still a style to have no style
There is always a way
To light up a lamp
Its been a crazy year all around
The check never came
I cant let it cramp my
Style is a world for sale
You cant buy this style
Style that you cant resist
You wont cramp my style
song performed by by Utopia
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Mommy And Me
You dropped me off for the first day of school,
You cried a little and I looked like a fool,
You watched me play, play all day,
As you sat there, you would say,
Don't go too far, stay where I can see you,
I never listened, I’d stray away,
As I grew older I still would play,
But play with girls! I’d say, no way!
School became harder, you'd stay up and say,
You should have done your homework before you went to play,
I laughed, who would want to do homework instead of play?
I never listened, I’d stray away,
As times changed you grew sick,
I tried to make you feel better any way I could,
But the sickness there, could not be overlooked,
You said you'd be fine, it'll all be ok,
I couldn't look I strayed away,
You're gone now, and yes I’m sad,
But it was for the better and for that I’m glad,
It hurts to never see you, but are you gone?
I’m sitting here smiling, thinking of times past,
I wish we had longer to talk and sit around,
But I feel you're still here and I hear you shout,
Don't go too far, stay where I can see you
I finally listen, and will never stray away!
I love you mommy and miss you dearly,
I can see you very clearly,
You're sitting up high and watching me play,
In this great big world, I promise I will not stray
poem by Alex Ramos
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Awareness is not the same as thought. It lies beyond thinking, although it makes no use of thinking, honoring it's value and it's power. Awareness is more like a vessel which can hold and contain our thinking, helping us to see and know our thought as thought rather than getting caught up in them as reality.
quote by Jon Kabit-Zinn
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People think of these eureka moments and my feeling is that they tend to be little things, a little realisation and then a little realisation built on that.
quote by Roger Penrose
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