Moonage Daydream
I look in your eyes and see a reflection of the universe.
The apophenic dots that line the constellations of passion
Glow in the aphotic depths of infinite space, and I am lost.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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The Unmoved Mover, see who am I!
The Unmoved Mover!
The universe that moving,
The universe that is changing,
The universe that is playing,
Projecting and hiding,
Playing that hide and seek,
Who is that hides and who is that seeks,
Who is that moving the infinite universe?
The one, who that can Be moved by prayers,
Does he really move,
And can He move, before He move worlds for us?
He is infinite, filling all space,
Can he move the universe,
can he move it without the space
Can He move it without 'Time'
When He fills the space,
how can he move himself
or how can he move something in space?
He is the Unmoved Mover of universe,
He himself created room,
He Himself moved Himself in Himself
Creating Himself the time and space,
He Himself manifested at different points
And keeping space between these points,
Infinite He split himself into elements
five or a few
And created particles and forces between,
That expanded matter and space,
Created events,
so that the time has any meaning,
He Himself became nucleotides and cells,
Joined them as building blocks,
To build house for himself,
And became homesick always,
Yet wept for his lost glory and beauty,
Wanted to have back all that lost and hide,
When He was busy in building a nest for own!
He was thinker without brain,
And He is that,
He is I am,
'I am' is he,
If you ask 'who are you thee and
where are you thee? '
He replies, Iam tree in this tree,
I am the stone in this stone,
I am the star in this star,
Iam the air in atmosphere,
Iam the water in rivers and ocean,
I am the bacteria in this bacterial house,
Iam the bull in this bulls body,
I am the grass at your feet,
I am you in your body,
I am that in which I feel,
When you ask me who are me,
I say I a proud Hindu,
Or I say I am a proud sikh
Or I am a proud muslim
Or I am proud Christian,
Or A proud Aryan But I fail to say,
I am humble human,
Iam like point in infinite
universe, and is a child of God, all
are his children, so we are
brother and sisters!
And I am that infinite when I am in my own infinite glory and infinite beauty!
Look through you, I look at myself,
Look around, I look at myself from all around,
Look I am talking to myself,
I am that call myself as you when I see from that point from this point of space and time, both which have no existence without my folly in wisdom or wisdom in folly!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Wonderful YOU!
Wonderful YOU!
Lost in your eyes
Lost in your kiss
Lost lost lost
Lost into you
I feel so much passion
I can´t hardly breath
passion of life
LOVE
Pain will come
I need more
TIME
TIME TIME
Need reflection
to feel complete and sure
Can´t you see
maybe
I´ll set myself
free
poem by Anne Carlén
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Where Is My Passion
Where is my passion
Far too much pain
Where is my passion
Must I love in vain?
Where is my passion
I need must know
Where is my passion
I want so much to grow
Where is my passion
Lost in your lips
Where is my passion
I feel for your kiss
Where is my passion
Lost in your eyes
Where is my passion
Release me to fly
Where is my passion
There in your hands
Where is my passion
Touch me…expand
Where is my passion
Please…be a man
poem by Fleurette Elaine Harris
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Sailing In The Depths Of Your Eyes
When u look at me, your eyes are shinning,
I see the sparkle of happiness in their glow,
I want to sink in the depths of your eyes,
And lose myself in the infinite love you hold.
I am your dropp of happiness in the ocean of life,
Holding me near your heart you brought me warmth,
Like an unique treasure you got me this life time,
That you never want to give or to lose.
Nothing makes me happy as your eyes do,
I see so much love and hope in them,
I am sailing in them to your harbour,
I want to lose in your eyes and never to find my way back home.
I want be there forever in this magic.
Of your beautiful brown shinning eyes,
I'll never stop loving you my darling,
And always sailing in the depths of your eyes.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Infinite Consciousness
Perception of solidity
is the brain’s interpretation of
various frequencies
Received as biochemical and
electrical signals from the
physical senses
Which the mind weaves into
the beautiful illusions of
reality
Consciousness energy creates the
universe by projecting through
the interference patterns of
waves of energy
We and all we perceive are manifestations
of the consciousness which created
this - our universe
In fact, we ARE this consciousness that always is,
that is never gained or lost, that only changes form
We are part of Infinite Consciousness while
physical form is just a receptacle, particles
which began as infinite possibilities in the
wave-interference-pattern
When conscious energy is applied like light
shining on a three-dimensional holographic
image, the particles become fixed in time
and space to create the illusion which
we call The Universe
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Infinetry
If the universe is of infinite size
On just one planet would life arise?
Or are there many where life can swarm,
Advanced like us and of similar form?
In lands bizarre and on planets strange,
Do alien writers their words arrange?
So do we live in a universe
Where infinite poets write infinite verse?
poem by Dennis N. O'Brien
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Particle Wave Reality (Revised)
Solidity is perception of electric
biochemical signals, frequencies
received by physical senses, the
mind weaves these into realities
as beautiful illusions
Energy of consciousness creates
the Universe - projecting through
interference patterns of random
energy-waves
We and all that we perceive, are
manifesting the Consciousness
which created this Universe; we
are Consciousness that always
is, never gained or lost, only
changing form
We are Infinite Consciousness
held in receptacle particles that
began as endless possibilities
formed by patterns in wave-
interference-patterns
We apply conscious energy like a
shining light on holographic three-
dimensional images to fix particles
in time and space and thus create
our illusionary Universe
[Summary of article on the Internet:
http: //www.bibliotecapleyades.net/
ciencia/ciencia_ quantum09.htm]
[ORIGINAL]
Solid ity is the brain’s perception of
biochemical and electrical signal
frequencies received by our physical
senses – which the mind weaves
beautifully into illusions of reality
It is energy of consciousness which
creates The Universe, projecting
through interference patterns of
random energy-waves
We, and all we perceive, are the
manifestations of consciousness
which created this – our Universe;
we ARE in fact consciousness that
always is, is never gained or lost,
that only changes form
We’re part of Infinite Consciousness
while physical form is a receptacle,
particles which began as infinite
possibilities in wave-interference-patterns
When conscious energy is applied
like shining light on a three-dimensional
holographic image, the particles become
fixed in time and space to create the
illusion which we call The Universe
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Tiny Words
Who am I?
What I am?
..dont really know..
Today right now
I think I feel to be
nothingness or
just a minuscule
dot
Almost invisible
in these immensities
can't see myself..
cannot find me..
but hey! ! guess what? !
other minuscule dot I hope
is out there thousand and
thousand miles away
this dot, it seems to me,
does
think and wonders.
of my minuscule heart
my thought my doing
Woww! Awww..
Isn't that amasing? !
here I am!
no more lost
These dots:
are never meant to see
or touch..
each are soo far away..
too far
still
soo close.. sometimes
they stretch a rope
from one to other
become more close
..by closing eyes..
dreaming of
touch smell taste
such a new feel
new spinning dance
new colours
amasingly the world around
transforms
everything
becomes soo small
reduced to dots
and so
two, three, millions dots
tinny, little.. quietly
just for a second. right
now
transform..
in one..
they grow and grow
what do I see
one very very biig big heart..
these dots..might bring
some drops
of happiness or sadness
what are these dots?
maybe, no more than
little tiny words..
poem by Elena Sandu
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This moment exhibits infinite space, but there is a space also wherein all moments are infinitely exhibited, and the everlasting duration of infinite space is another region and room of joys.
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God and the Fantastic Four
Prophet Mohammad is the first Leader of the Universe
He is as dear to God as His heart and the Best Friend of God
He is the symbol of God's innermost layer of glow
That is the glow of kindness, the white and silver glow
This glow has maximum density and minimum shininess
That's why we'll be able to stare at God's body
Prophet Jesus is the second Leader of the Universe
He is called the Soul of God because he is so dear to Him.
He is like the Son of God and is the symbol of God's body and peace
God has seventy thousand layers of His glow
Each layer has a different color and characteristic
Prophet Mary is like the Beauty and Purity of God
She is the third Leader of the Universe
And she is the symbol of God Herself
Imam Mehedi is the fourth Leader of the Universe
And he is the symbol of God's outermost layer of glow
That is the glow of pride and honor
It is the yellow, golden and invisible (black) glow
This glow has minimum density and maximum shininess
poem by Asif Andalib
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I Am On The Edge Of My Own Universe
I AM ON THE EDGE OF MY OWN UNIVERSE
I am on the edge of my own universe
Not going higher
About to fall-
Drawn back into the depths of the depths of the depths
Of my own deadly despair.
I am on the edge of life with others-
One small step across
And I am there -
The wide worlds open before me
The sky all light
Nothing in my way-
And I move freely
From where I am
To where I will be next
Happy in mind
Unable to fall-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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It (the serial killer) (Mirrored Refrain)
Deficient lunatic, life’s abhorrent bounder
Cowardly species each and all and every one
A dastard slithers throughout aphotic night
Preys upon the weak and fears the rising sun
Nor may it count itself as man or beast
A cad, a rogue a loathsome pitiful sight
Preys upon the weak and fears the rising sun
A dastard slithers throughout aphotic night
Selfish worth seeking immediate gratification
It’s helpless obsession, it’s worth a sad pun
A dastard slithers throughout aphotic night
Preys upon the weak and fears the rising sun
Loss redeeming nil, notwithstanding prayer
Convalesce forth and be exposed nigh light
Preys upon the weak and fears the rising sun
A dastard slithers throughout aphotic night
poem by William Cavanagh
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What Life Is
Vast as the sprawling universe
Unending like the flow of time
unknown to lives in rehearse
infinite words that rhyme
Unpredicted how constellations draw
To naked eyes unblinded
'twas actually a common show
To hundred 'twas folded
Instances, moments uncountable
Unsatisfied souls, unstable
Life's a road; roads are endless
Life's a river; rivers are meaningless.
poem by Ellirie Aviles
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Blue Depths Of Your Eyes
Some blue eyes trap me in their depths,
Some blue eyes shine as crystals in darkness,
As i gaze at them fascinated and charmed,
I am melting in the blue depths of your eyes.
And when your eyes burst into tears,
I am seeing the ocean in them,
I am feeling like a boat that sails without veils,
As if i have lost my compass and spinning into the abyss.
I stare at those gorgeous blue eyes and cannot stop,
I fall to their power like i am hypnotized,
Radiating beauty and wisdom from their depths,
I feel trapped and happy in the blue depth of your eyes.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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And the Child Draws a World
the teacher asks the child to draw
The world
& the universe
And the child with his Mongol pencil
put a dot
for a start on his clean white bondpaper
(& as his fingers are clumsy
His hands still shaky)
he makes a stretch of a crooked
line
Stretching
& occupying almost all the space of the paper
To make a
Crooked circle
His world
And for his universe
He draws five little stars
crude
A crescent moon A comet moving In a blank space
A space rocket
Is drawn
On the top page in propulsion
A crooked circle The lines hardly meet At a common point
For a world
A little blank space For the universe
And where is God there?
The teacher asks him
You gave no instruction, sir. The child answered.
But He is there, the Child thinks.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Universe
This universe is mine, so leave it alone.
Let it be an island drifting in the neutrino
Populated, dark anti-matter empty sea.
Let me create what I will and all I want,
Sketching myself in the contour drawn among
The blooming nebulas and fading dwarf stars.
Then I can hope that electromagnetic
Fields will pull you in; gravity defiant,
You will attract the orbit of constellations
Which line and light my nightly bound hemispheres—
My celestial globes of expanding thought—
And realign the muted stellar twinkles
In my eye.
This universe is mine,
But I'm willing to share.
We could be intertwined
In the space of a stare.
In my eye,
I can see myself imploding inwards by the
Force of my independent will—my fission
Contracts chaotic reactions, splitting me.
The big bang from which all birth occurs, seems so
Distant, dissolving into mixtures of mem'ries.
Why do I resist the natural urges—
Undeniable inclinations—to act
Upon the instincts I've made for myself and
See the galaxies rise from my cosmic ash?
I have little control over what my laws
Have imposed, so rehab my old restrictions.
This universe is mine. Don't leave it alone.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Latter Days
We
Are
Dots
And
We're
Beautiful
And
Funny
And
Good
We
Are
Dots
We
Are
Dots
We
Are
Loved
July 2012
poem by Judith Gerstenkorn
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Tired Light
The distance is enormous
The universe is vast
I am the light
I travel fast.
The cosmos is monstrous
I am tired now
But space is boundless
I continue to plow.
Space is tremendous
My energy is lost
Between galaxies
In darkness and frost.
The universe enormous
I am tired now
But space is boundless
I continue to plow.
poem by Paul Hartal
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When He Himself Reveals Himself
When he himself reveals himself,
Brahma brings into manifestation
That which can never be seen.
As the seed is in the plant,
as the shade is in the tree,
as the void is in the sky,
as infinite forms are in the void-
So from beyond the Infinite,
the Infinite comes;
and from the Infinite the finite extends.
The creature is in Brahma,
and Brahma is in the creature:
they are ever distinct,
yet ever united.
He Himself is the tree, the seed, and the germ.
He Himself is the flower, the fruit, and the shade.
He Himself is the sun, the light, and the lighted.
He Himself is Brahma, creature, and Maya.
He Himself is the manifold form, the infinite space;
He is the breath, the word, and the meaning.
He Himself is the limit and the limitless:
and beyond both the limited and the limitless is He,
the Pure Being.
He is the Immanent Mind in Brahma and in the creature.
The Supreme Soul is seen within the soul,
The Point is seen within the Supreme Soul,
And within the Point, the reflection is seen again.
Kabîr is blest because he has this supreme vision!
It Is Space
Dim and indefinable is this place,
It is hard to understand why it is Space.
Of doubts is the black globe I am in,
This is Space, the true odd reflection of life.
How is this elusive?
I can describe, for I occupy the vacuum,
In ways different to man, and man is here,
Where it is barren and strange.
We have a desert on Earth,
But why do we live in such a stupor
Such as this.
My universe caters for the blind,
The stars are other than these,
The planets reside in my head.
poem by Naveed Akram
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