Eyes Telling Multiple Mysteries (part three of Certain Knowledge Know)
His face is old now old and weathered by time
battered by elements mishaps the odd hand,
a face telling intriguing many layered stories.
A face evoking long lived life distinguishing
in every timeworn, etched evolving wrinkle,
slight change in profile, etched characteristic;
events marking bloody birth of numerous nations,
monumental decisions, progressive undercurrents.
With eyes telling multiple mysteries
they have suffered, been and seen,
knowing well amoral human heart
its vulgarities, depths of perversity.
Eyes looking through heart soul
stripping naked concealed secrets, at mere glance,
eyes that hold yet cannot be met,
knowing; demanding eyes, undeniably piercing.
Eyes leaving you speechless, breathless,
burning with resilient defiant fire,
though indisputably kind; infinitely gentle,
forgiving normal human shortcomings.
His face was a face even gods
would look upon, twice at in wonder,
when blessed ethereal light shone,
upon his mesmerizing countenance.
Oh how countless years faded,
restored life, regenerated vitality,
upon him swiftly spiritually bloomed;
while still seen, even more clearly,
great age, knowledge skillfully chiseled;
into those unmistakable ravaged features.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Journeys Through Diversity Defining Life (part one of Certain Knowledge Know)
A Scientific Tasteless Artificial Era (part two of Certain Knowledge Know)
Eyes Telling Multiple Mysteries (part three of Certain Knowledge Know)
I Was Even Born In Them (part four of Certain Knowledge Know)
God Bestowed Information (part five of Certain Knowledge Know)
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Certain Knowledge Know
I. Journeys through Diversity defining Life
There is something rather sad
about people those poor compelled people,
who have somehow unseen silent become,
wanders over face of siren earth.
Especially when they have become old
when they are alone, worn, torn, and old.
Especially alone, when weathered worn old
as I now suddenly become amazingly old.
It touches my enveloping heart
with old haunting memories,
due to an ancient inheritance
an intense wandering quest spirit,
mixed within my celestial nature.
For I was born old
yet lingering scent, craving curiosity,
kept life’s hardships,
new intriguing about harsh edges.
Barely enough
a desire to perceive know,
motivates tired
emotions inquisitiveness,
discovery no rarity.
Makes for a strange
rich personage,
some even stranger,
chance bedfellows.
But what journeys
journeys through
diversity defining life.
Life’s been a fated warp fabric
so many loose threads,
running through mists,
merging cyclic link bound time.
Soon traverse must wane,
decline fade waver,
with encroaching onset age.
Rove no more hell bent astray,
untwist ravel out possible pathway,
magic many varied impulsive way.
II. A Scientific Tasteless Artificial Era
He is old now hell bent rover
spends his time among flowers,
flora diverse trees in winter,
species of trees shrubs ferns,
quietly pondering mysteries for hours;
summer embodied in capsule nature
investigating wild places near adventure.
Still they tell tall stories about him
stories that can raise the ears of corn,
grown to sky proportions above height man,
grown more swiftly and surely than is born,
in favoured climates despite balanced care given.
A free flavor of exultant expectation
that leaves the taste buds buttered,
in joyous nourishment, invigorating life,
with stimulating minerals and vitamins.
Imbued real wonder of such organic foods
mouth watering melons seemingly grown,
by myth fairy folk who chance still reside,
may some say about ageless mystical regions.
No experimental genetically modified foods
grown to new disproportionate research size,
in cauldron vats modern chemical nutrients,
symbolizing a scientific tasteless artificial era.
III. Eyes Telling Multiple Mysteries
His face is old now old and weathered by time
battered by elements mishaps the odd hand,
a face telling intriguing many layered stories.
A face evoking long lived life distinguishing
in every timeworn, etched evolving wrinkle,
slight change in profile, etched characteristic;
events marking bloody birth of numerous nations,
monumental decisions, progressive undercurrents.
With eyes telling multiple mysteries
they have suffered, been and seen,
knowing well amoral human heart
its vulgarities, depths of perversity.
Eyes looking through heart soul
stripping naked concealed secrets, at mere glance,
eyes that hold yet cannot be met,
knowing; demanding eyes, undeniably piercing.
Eyes leaving you speechless, breathless,
burning with resilient defiant fire,
though indisputably kind; infinitely gentle,
forgiving normal human shortcomings.
His face was a face even gods
would look upon, twice at in wonder,
when blessed ethereal light shone,
upon his mesmerizing countenance.
Oh how countless years faded,
restored life, regenerated vitality,
upon him swiftly spiritually bloomed;
while still seen, even more clearly,
great age, knowledge skillfully chiseled;
into those unmistakable ravaged features.
IV. I Was Even Born In Them
He used to sing
in a sort of rhythmic rhyme,
from time to time,
I remember one such rhyme.
‘If I had a golden dollar
for every dive I’ve been,
I would still be in this dive,
I am diving depths of life.
Life’s been a long tilled
amazing wondrous highway,
so many strange absolutely unique,
apparently dead end byways.
Some so savage rough
I near died, came out sideways,
bore the scars my stripes, nursed;
healed scourging proudly, my way.
Seen some like Paul cruel,
hideous, inhuman actions,
a shape of terror lies; in man’s,
acceptance easy sanction,
been the recipient; of some such,
depraved demented actions.
But we healed the broken
links in their unholy lives,
we turned the other cheek,
healed their god forsaken eyes.
I was a hot headed misguided Saul
Lord Jesus made me a Paul,
I pitched a new forgiveness tent,
Holy Spirit made palace everywhere we went.
Holy Spirit flowed like a river of wine
we saved many a lost soul just in nick of time,
when they called out to the Most High Lord,
heaven Jesus said shall be their reward...’.
Such was his personal song of redeemed life,
a man a slave to the Holy, Most High God,
publishing in his life; way of true salvation,
trusting to be saved; through purchaser Jesus Christ.
V. God Bestowed Information
Money never really mattered
he made it, spent it,
over a long principled life; that
in itself was enough.
Money was just a simple tool
to procure, life’s necessities,
to be used wisely skillfully,
as were all tools; of life’s trade.
It was to be used, that was all,
unlike others, his money he used;
it did not use him, rule over him,
control his actions, control his life.
But the God bestowed information
contained in his astute judicious brain;
of more lasting value, than development,
of a super-sonic, combat attack aircraft.
Full-blooded wanders
certain knowledge know,
the depths of such intrinsic
knowledge, understanding,
is like the vast energized dark
freezing depths; of interstellar
space, waiting for us to go there,
search out, explore new knowledge.
And ultimately enlightened know...
The last thing he said
before he smiling died.
Spread my ashes over Auschwitz.
Spread my ashes. Spread my ashes.
Among my nameless beloved brethren.
He was a strange saintly kind of guy.
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God Bestowed Information (part five of Certain Knowledge Know)
Money never really mattered
he made it, spent it,
over a long principled life; that
in itself was enough.
Money was just a simple tool
to procure, life’s necessities,
to be used wisely skillfully,
as were all tools; of life’s trade.
It was to be used, that was all,
unlike others, his money he used;
it did not use him, rule over him,
control his actions, control his life.
But the God bestowed information
contained in his astute judicious brain;
of more lasting value, than development,
of a super-sonic, combat attack aircraft.
Full-blooded wanders
certain knowledge know,
the depths of such intrinsic
knowledge, understanding,
is like the vast energized dark
freezing depths; of interstellar
space, waiting for us to go there,
search out, explore new knowledge.
And ultimately enlightened know...
The last thing he said
before he smiling died.
Spread my ashes over Auschwitz.
Spread my ashes. Spread my ashes.
Among my nameless beloved brethren.
He was a strange saintly kind of guy.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Journeys Through Diversity Defining Life (part one of Certain Knowledge Know)
A Scientific Tasteless Artificial Era (part two of Certain Knowledge Know)
Eyes Telling Multiple Mysteries (part three of Certain Knowledge Know)
I Was Even Born In Them (part four of Certain Knowledge Know)
God Bestowed Information (part five of Certain Knowledge Know)
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Journeys Through Diversity Defining Life (part one of Certain Knowledge Know)
There is something rather sad
about people those poor compelled people,
who have somehow unseen silent become,
wanders over face of siren earth.
Especially when they have become old
when they are alone, worn, torn, and old.
Especially alone, when weathered worn old
as I now suddenly become amazingly old.
It touches my enveloping heart
with old haunting memories,
due to an ancient inheritance
an intense wandering quest spirit,
mixed within my celestial nature.
For I was born old
yet lingering scent, craving curiosity,
kept life’s hardships,
new intriguing about harsh edges.
Barely enough
a desire to perceive know,
motivates tired
emotions inquisitiveness,
discovery no rarity.
Makes for a strange
rich personage,
some even stranger,
chance bedfellows.
But what journeys
journeys through
diversity defining life.
Life’s been a fated warp fabric
so many loose threads,
running through mists,
merging cyclic link bound time.
Soon traverse must wane,
decline fade waver,
with encroaching onset age.
Rove no more hell bent astray,
untwist ravel out possible pathway,
magic many varied impulsive way.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Journeys Through Diversity Defining Life (part one of Certain Knowledge Know)
A Scientific Tasteless Artificial Era (part two of Certain Knowledge Know)
Eyes Telling Multiple Mysteries (part three of Certain Knowledge Know)
I Was Even Born In Them (part four of Certain Knowledge Know)
God Bestowed Information (part five of Certain Knowledge Know)
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A Scientific Tasteless Artificial Era (part two of Certain Knowledge Know)
He is old now hell bent rover
spends his time among flowers,
flora diverse trees in winter,
species of trees shrubs ferns,
quietly pondering mysteries for hours;
summer embodied in capsule nature
investigating wild places near adventure.
Still they tell tall stories about him
stories that can raise the ears of corn,
grown to sky proportions above height man,
grown more swiftly and surely than is born,
in favoured climates despite balanced care given.
A free flavor of exultant expectation
that leaves the taste buds buttered,
in joyous nourishment, invigorating life,
with stimulating minerals and vitamins.
Imbued real wonder of such organic foods
mouth watering melons seemingly grown,
by myth fairy folk who chance still reside,
may some say about ageless mystical regions.
No experimental genetically modified foods
grown to new disproportionate research size,
in cauldron vats modern chemical nutrients,
symbolizing a scientific tasteless artificial era.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Journeys Through Diversity Defining Life (part one of Certain Knowledge Know)
A Scientific Tasteless Artificial Era (part two of Certain Knowledge Know)
Eyes Telling Multiple Mysteries (part three of Certain Knowledge Know)
I Was Even Born In Them (part four of Certain Knowledge Know)
God Bestowed Information (part five of Certain Knowledge Know)
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I Was Even Born In Them (part four of Certain Knowledge Know)
He used to sing
in a sort of rhythmic rhyme,
from time to time,
I remember one such rhyme.
‘If I had a golden dollar
for every dive I’ve been,
I would still be in this dive,
I am diving depths of life.
Life’s been a long tilled
amazing wondrous highway,
so many strange absolutely unique,
apparently dead end byways.
Some so savage rough
I near died, came out sideways,
bore the scars my stripes, nursed;
healed scourging proudly, my way.
Seen some like Paul cruel,
hideous, inhuman actions,
a shape of terror lies; in man’s,
acceptance easy sanction,
been the recipient; of some such,
depraved demented actions.
But we healed the broken
links in their unholy lives,
we turned the other cheek,
healed their god forsaken eyes.
I was a hot headed misguided Saul
Lord Jesus made me a Paul,
I pitched a new forgiveness tent,
Holy Spirit made palace everywhere we went.
Holy Spirit flowed like a river of wine
we saved many a lost soul just in nick of time,
when they called out to the Most High Lord,
heaven Jesus said shall be their reward...’.
Such was his personal song of redeemed life,
a man a slave to the Holy, Most High God,
publishing in his life; way of true salvation,
trusting to be saved; through purchaser Jesus Christ.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Journeys Through Diversity Defining Life (part one of Certain Knowledge Know)
A Scientific Tasteless Artificial Era (part two of Certain Knowledge Know)
Eyes Telling Multiple Mysteries (part three of Certain Knowledge Know)
I Was Even Born In Them (part four of Certain Knowledge Know)
God Bestowed Information (part five of Certain Knowledge Know)
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Sonnet: On Knowledge
Knowledge is one thing priceless, people want;
Knowledge is something gained by labor long;
Knowledge is infinite; master, you-can't;
Knowledge is changeable, much like a song.
Knowledge is deeper than the oceans deep;
Knowledge is larger than the Universe;
Knowledge is barely in life, just a peep;
Knowledge if badly used becomes God's curse.
Knowledge remains undiminished, tho' you- share;
Knowledge gives man, a civilised outlook;
Knowledge if improper, you ought to pare;
Knowledge is gained from Nature and by book.
Knowledge can make a man a wiser one;
Knowledge gives Wisdom in the longer run.
poem by John Celes
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Knowledge is going to make you stronger. Knowledge is going to let you control your life. Knowledge is going to give you the wisdom to teach their children. Knowledge is the thing that makes you smile in the face of disaster.
quote by Avery Brooks
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A Womans Insight*************1978
i felt a slight twinge in my heart
that deep down burning feeling tearing me apart.
i thought that it would go away
but now i know it's here to stay.
that feeling of when i look at my childs
picture at night.
and i go to her room to make
sure she's allright.
to see that smile upon her face
and i know she's dreaming of satin and lace.
i go back to bed, and all i could see
my little girls eyes burning thru me.
telling me of things that she will need
when she reaches puberty.
then she will reach that stage in life
when she herself will become a wife.
this is the part of life that a parent must bear
this is the part that they have to share.
to give their little girl to another
and wait for her to become a mother.
to see her go through the same stages in life
to have to go thru those struggles and strife.
now when she looks into her little childs eyes
she'll get that same feeling by and by.
and she'll know it was passed down the line.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Knowledge
Insight to what's going on
Information keeps us strong
What you don't know can hurt you bad
Take it from me you'll be walkin around sad
Cryin for a better day
Until you educate for a better way
So if you wanna be in control
Ya gotta get yourself in the know
Get the knowledge
That you really want
The knowledge
Do you really want
It's the knowledge
What you really want
The knowledge
That you really want
Spreading vise don't believe the hype
You don't find the knowledge in a pipe
Too many lives go up in smoke
It's nice to laugh but don't be the joke
To get over get better
Try to be the possessor
Of the one thing we all need in life
To succeed take my advice
Get the knowledge
That you really want
The knowledge
Do you really want
It's the knowledge
What you really want
The knowledge
That you really want
Prejudice No!
Ignorance No!
Bigotry No!
Illiteracy No!
Listen it's up to everyone
If we're gonna change the way the world is run
The way to start is to rid the children of
Prejudice and ignorance
We've gotta teach our kids to read and write
That's the only way to win this fight for life
Education is the goal so
If you wanna be in the know
Get the knowledge
It's the one thing we all need in life
song performed by by Janet Jackson from Rhythm Nation 1814
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All knowledge is local, all truth is partial. … No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is part of the whole knowledge. … Once you have seen the larger pattern, you cannot get back to seeing the part as the whole.
quote by Ursula K. Le Guin
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Part Of Life
That old genius Mr. Einstein
Though his knowledge was immense
Did not have all the world's answers
But he had a lot of common sense.
That Don Quixote of La Mancha
So passionate with his solutions
Fought the windmills with bravura
Yet he suffered from delusions.
We cannot have the ready answers
Cure every ill that this world holds
But each of us can make life better
Let's do our part, let respect unfold.
This world will always have some trouble
That's part of life we all have to face
But each of us must be responsible
For all our deeds as one of the human race.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Sonnet: Knowledge
Deny thee Knowledge never in this world,
Which is something better than even gold;
He is a fool, who knowledge never gains,
Remaining so forever if he feigns.
Knowledge makes a human very wise,
Scholarly, good in demeanor and nice;
Knowledge helps man to know the universe,
And goads him earn more wealth to fill purse.
Knowledge makes a man more cultured in life,
Gives him the courage to overcome strife;
Knowledge takes him near to the Maker;
Man knows God’s love for His beloved creature.
Gaining knowledge is a must in this world,
And helps him always till he is too old!
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Intellectual Intelligence
Intellectually smart are many today, but are lost in the spiritual fray,
Intelligent but, spiritually ignorant, about Truth, which God has sent,
Truth that surpasses present time; Truth without end by His Design,
Eternal Truth, that leads men to see, soon all must face an eternity.
Earthly intellect, all may not have, but, God offers in Christ a salve,
To open one’s eyes to much more, Truth from Him sound and sure.
Truth from The Word, as we hear it, applied through The Holy Spirit,
To each and to every earthly life, who come to God in Jesus Christ.
Earthly knowledge we have presently, shall be of little use eternally,
As upon each soul will be God’s hand, changing all we understand,
For no earthly mind can conceive, what in Heaven, we shall receive,
When we know the Truths of God, to be lifted from this earthly sod.
No mind has the knowledge of, what was prepared by Christ above,
Nor can any mind comprehend, how time in eternity, we shall spend,
And it’s the mindset of the earth, that denies a need of spiritual birth,
Swaying even the brightest men, from God’s Truth, to be born again.
Even men who are truly bright, avoid the saving Truth of God’s Light,
Which transforms the heart of man, directing his mind to God’s Plan,
A change only wrought by Grace, when we give God a special place,
In our hearts, for His dear Son, Who can change the heart of anyone.
(Copyright ©12/2008)
A Good Education Need Of The Hour!
Education decides about the future life and work for all;
Education only helps to develop one’s life and work here.
Mere education is not passport to get job but it’s for life;
Mere education helps not to face life situation or crisis;
Common sense, presence of mind, general knowledge do!
For everything education is the base in the modern world;
Education is for freedom, development and fulfilment in life;
Education helps intellectual mind to acquire true knowledge.
Knowledge only can give power, freedom and satisfaction;
Knowledge of love, truth gives freedom to attain perfection.
Dharma is justice to live righteous life according to one’s nature;
Religion is to say about truth of God, dharma and culture to all;
Education is to help develop one’s capacity with apt knowledge
To express talent using ideas of knowledge in duty to do things
Beneficial to oneself, society to achieve joyful fulfilment in life!
Now education does not serve such purpose but crams knowledge
Incomplete just to do specialised jobs only for material benefits.
Complete knowledge makes link of science, literature and culture;
This could satisfy body, mind, heart and soul to achieve completion;
Love and knowledge make perfect to attain joy, peace, satisfaction!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Eyes Without A Face
I'm all out of hope. One more bad break could bring a fall.
When I'm far from home don't call me on the phone to tell me you're alone
It's easy to deceive. It's easy to tease. But hard to get release.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
I spend so much time believing all the lies to keep the dream alive.
Now it makes me sad. It makes me mad at truth for lovin' what was you.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Your eyes without a face.
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Eyes without a face.
(Les yeux sans visage) Your eyes without a face.
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
Such a human waste your eyes without a face.
And now it's getting worse. Yeah.
song performed by by Scooter from Encore (Live & Direct)
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We As Part Of The World Interpret
we as part
of the world
interpret
things
of the world
according to
our own
understanding
media powers
that be
have their own
agenda
framework
of their mind
their bias
impacts
upon
our own
perception
understanding
these ideas
concepts
agendas
flavour
influence
our own
emotions
understanding
according
to our own
opinions
knowledge
personality
we all
interpret
personally
individually
within
collective
mind
of
our society
affirming
or rejecting
main stream
ideas
filtering
understanding
through
fragments
pieces
of knowledge
we know
this
is
self
explanatory
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
The original draft stream of consciousness version of this poem is ‘We As Part Of The World Interpret’.
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We As Part Of The World Interpret: Stream Of Consciousness
we as part of the world interpret things of the world according to our own understand the media powers that be have their own agenda the framework of their mind their bias impacts upon our own understanding these ideas concepts agendas flavour influence our own emotions understanding....
according to our own opinions knowledge personality we all interpret personally individually within the collective mind of our society affirming
or rejecting main stream ideas filtering understanding through the fragments pieces of knowledge we know this is self explanatory individual simplicity
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Original draft stream of consciousness version of ‘We As Part Of The World Interpret’. March 13 at 12: 59pm
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Knowledge Shall Increase
Learned people in the world gain more knowledge as each day goes by,
Unfortunately they never seem to acknowledge The Lord up in the sky.
Diplomas, certificates, and achievements are their present disguise,
But, The Lord up above will make foolishness the wisdom of the wise.
In the Bible the prophet Daniel stated that knowledge would increase,
However, in light of this increasing knowledge where is their peace.
Even in this world there's a peace to be found, this you can be sure,
But this peace is not of the world, but in the knowledge of The Lord.
The Lord also spoke of a famine that will spread throughout the land,
But his is not the normal famine of food that is known to common man.
It will be a spiritual famine, a worldwide famine of God's Holy Word,
Men's hearts will become harder, even some of those who have heard.
Soon all of the knowledge of the earth will be a thing of the past,
While only the knowledge of The Lord through all Eternity will last.
Man's wisdom and knowledge can be necessary down here on the earth,
But the knowledge for Heaven is higher and must include a New Birth.
This knowledge required for Eternity you will find in only one place,
It is found in God's Holy Bible, which we received through His Grace.
This knowledge is essential for everyone, when all is said and done,
For the only knowledge that will save you, is knowledge of The Son.
(Copyright © 06/2002)
Aurobindo 98 Savitri Book 7
An appreciation on Savitri-
Book Seven: The Book of Yoga
Canto Two: The Parable of the Search for the Soul
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's
'This evil Nature housed in human hearts,
A foreign inhabitant, a dangerous guest: '
'A Manichean creator and destroyer,
This can abolish man, annul his world.
But there is a guardian power, there are Hands that save,
Calm eyes divine regard the human scene.'
'A vast subliminal is man's measureless part.
The dim subconscient is his cavern base.'
'Nothing is wholly dead that once had lived;
In dim tunnels of the world's being and in ours
The old rejected nature still survives; '
The corpses of its slain thoughts raise their heads
And visit mind's nocturnal walks in sleep,
Its stifled impulses breathe and move and rise;
All keeps a phantom immortality.'
'The evil cast from our hearts once more we face; '
'But this is only Matter's first self-view, '
'This is not all we are or all our world.'
Our greater self of knowledge waits for us,
A supreme light in the truth-conscious Vast:
It sees from summits beyond thinking mind,
It moves in a splendid air transcending life.
It shall descend and make earth's life divine.'
A goal every human should achive..
'All this the spirit concealed had done in her:
A portion of the mighty Mother came
Into her as into its own human part: '
'The inferior nature born into ignorance
Still took too large a place, it veiled her self
And must be pushed aside to find her soul.....
............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
End of Canto Two
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Self-Knowledge XVII
And a man said, "Speak to us of Self-Knowledge."
And he answered, saying:
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge.
You would know in words that which you have always know in thought.
You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.
And it is well you should.
The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;
And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.
But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;
And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.
For self is a sea boundless and measureless.
Say not, "I have found the truth," but rather, "I have found a truth."
Say not, "I have found the path of the soul." Say rather, "I have met the soul walking upon my path."
For the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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