When My Soul Longed - The Beginning of His Journey
That day when my soul longed for the place of assembly,
Yet a dread of departure seized hold of me,
He, great in counsel, prepared for me ways for setting forth,
And I found His name in my heart a sustainment.
Therefore I bow down to Him at every stage;
And at every step I thank Him.
Translated by Nina Salaman
poem by Yehudah HaLevi
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The Meeting Of The Stars
The stars of the world have joined to-day.
‘Mid the host on high none are found like these.
The Pleiads desire such unity,
For no breath can come between them.
The star of the east hath come to the west;
He hath found the sun among the daughters thereof.
He hath set up a bower of thick branches;
He hath made of them a tent for the sun.
Translated by Nina Salaman
poem by Yehudah HaLevi
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My Heart Is In The East
My heart is in the east, and I in the uttermost west—
How can I find savour in food? How shall it be sweet to me?
How shall I render my vows and my bonds, while yet
Zion lieth beneath the fetter of Edom, and I in Arab chains?
A light thing would it seem to me to leave all the good things of Spain—
Seeing how precious in mine eyes to behold the dust of the desolate sanctuary.
Translated by Nina Salaman
poem by Yehudah HaLevi
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The Fair Maiden
The night when the fair maiden revealed the likeness of her form to me,
The warmth of her cheeks, the veil of her hair,
Golden like a topaz, covering
A brow of smoothest crystal—
She was like the sun making red in her rising
The clouds of dawn with the flame of her light.
Translated by Nina Salaman
poem by Yehudah HaLevi
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The Physician’s Prayer
My God, heal me and I shall be healed,
Let not Thine anger be kindled against me so that I be consumed.
My medicines are of Thee, whether good
Or evil, whether strong or weak.
It is Thou who shalt choose, not I;
Of Thy knowledge is the evil and the fair.
Not upon my power of healing I rely;
Only for Thine healing do I watch.
Translated by Nina Salaman
poem by Yehudah HaLevi
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Who Is Like Thee
Who is like Thee, revealing the deeps,
Fearful in praises, doing wonders?
The Creator who discovereth all from nothing,
Is revealed to the heart, but not to the eye;
Therefore ask not how nor where—
For He filleth heaven and earth.
Remove lust from the midst of thee;
Thou wilt find thy God within thy bosom,
Walking gently in thine heart—
He that bringeth low and that lifteth up.
And see the way of the soul‘s secret;
Search it out and refresh thee.
He will make thee wise, and thou wilt find freedom,
For thou art a captive and the world is a prison.
Make knowledge the envoy between thyself and Him;
Annul thy will and do His will;
And know that wheresoever thou hidest thee, there is His eye,
And nothing is too hard for Him.
He was the Living while there was yet no dust of the world;
And He is the Maker and He the Bearer;
And man is counted as a fading flower—
Soon to fade, as fadeth a leaf.
Translated by Nina Salaman
poem by Yehudah HaLevi
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Said Sadly
James iha: you should know that I love you
And I cant help but fall for you
Oh honey Im just a fool
Now you know
Nina gordon: darling, Ill never be true
You see, for so long I was blue
James iha: Im not the lonely one
Nina gordon: and if I hurt, then you will, too
Oh honey I always lose
Now you know
James iha & nina gordon: lover, when will you?
James iha: Im so afraid that noone cares
James iha & nina gordon: lover, cant find you
James iha: I swear to God dont leave me here
James iha & nina gordon: now you know
James iha & nina gordon: only you know that it cant be
When noone else here really means
James iha: anything to me
James iha & nina gordon: if you hurt inside
If you confide in me again
Nina gordon: since you ran away
James iha: hold me now, tell me how
Nothings lost
James iha & nina gordon: lover, when will you?
Im so afraid that noone cares
Lover, cant find you
And noone knows what brings us here
Lover
James iha: hold me now
Nina gordon: hold me now
James iha: tell me how
James iha & nina gordon: nothings lost
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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Stranger Enter From The East
I went out a-wandering
Beneath an unknown sky
The heavens all shook violently
You caught my eye
A strange fruit fell
And struck me to the core
My heart became a single flame
It wanted nothing more
Stranger, enter from the east
Stranger, step inside this place
And hold me..........hold me
The clock became a bullet hole
Cruel and unkind
It hurt me with its second hand
Alone another night
Stranger, enter from the east
Stranger, step inside this place
Blue.....is that you?
Well, dont bother knocking on my door this time
Blue.....
Go be true for someone else
Theres no room inside this heart of mine
My heart has four empty rooms
Three wait for lightning and one waits for you
I must have you all to myself
Feel the full weight of your skin
Ill hollow out my insides
To place you in
Stranger, enter from the east
Stranger, step inside this place
And hold me.......hold me
Hold me
song performed by by Jewel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Practice Every Step
Practice every step.
Do not second guess what it takes.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
There's no sleeping for someone who has a place to go,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Focus on that goal,
And tighten on your hold,
And...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Do not second guess what it takes.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Every journey taken,
Must be thought of as a race...
And,
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
There's no other way to straighten out a crooked road,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
No matter what you're told,
There will be some doubts and woes...
But you,
Practice every step.
Yes you,
Practice every step.
Woes you hold will eventually go,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Man proposes but...
Man proposes but God disposes
Fewer successes and more miss
Plan more but get nothing
Message is loud and clear for something
I am slowly going to end stage
I think it is calling off the day with age
So far successfully survived and managed
Now some departure ceremony ahs to be arranged
It is good to arrange in advance
It must be thought over at once
You must look back or give little glance
It must be clearly seen from your stance
The death is most dreaded fear
One got to be seized with it and bear
That can not be pushed further or delayed
The message is understood and clearly relayed
Dead are given respect and decent burial
It has to be accepted and no one can offer denial
As everybody has to be treated same way
No one can afford to ignore or stay away
Hindus lay dead body on pyre
After religious chanting it is handed over to fire
The body is then consigned to flames
It is merged with earth after reducing to ashes
The Muslims and Christians bury the dead
Their place is indicated and message is read
It is done with mark of respect
Tearful departure with final act
Let the methods vary but goal is same
One has to choose it without any blame
It is destined hour and stage is set
The same treatment and honor one is likely to get
I am coward and really afraid
I continuously think of stage ahead
What will I feel when buried?
This is open fact and can’t be lied
This is hunting me all the times
I become restless sometimes
Though it is reality but I am not prepared
I think of the condition and compare
I am puzzled by the fact that body will be exhumed
How much time will it take to be consumed?
Will I be feeling sense of long torture?
Is it going to take place for sure?
I have read the plight of dead bodies
Dogs sometimes pull them out from cemeteries
The fate will never be known to relatives
Such thoughts emerge in mind to give in
My dead body must be given full care
I know it must be laid somewhere
No one has escaped so far or got immunity
It is really helplessness and one can only feel pity
* The death fever should not grip the mind anytime*
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Internal Harmony
Assured of worthiness we do not dread
Competitors; we rather give them hail
And greeting in the lists where we may fail:
Must, if we bear an aim beyond the head!
My betters are my masters: purely fed
By their sustainment I likewise shall scale
Some rocky steps between the mount and vale;
Meanwhile the mark I have and I will wed.
So that I draw the breath of finer air,
Station is nought, nor footways laurel-strewn,
Nor rivals tightly belted for the race.
Good speed to them! My place is here or there;
My pride is that among them I have place:
And thus I keep this instrument in tune.
poem by George Meredith
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O, death
O death, come and grip
We shall not weep
Miss you always but not skip
As you are there to pick
We know our limitations
Every thing ends with relations
The moment soul is taken away
Body remains here to give the way
The candle light goes off swiftly
With little air from window rightly
No one blames air or wind
The death does the role of blind
“I am prepared to go anytime”
Many may boldly assert sometimes
Yet the fear grips mind at last moment
Curse the whole life and lament
God has made cycle for renewal
Old goes and new cries on arrival
Cry is same but with difference
Compels us to think sometimes
Only brave smiles at its knock
As he is prepared before lasts stock
Both hands towards sky
Eyes shine as soul prepared to fly
At no stage it may stop
There may be enough of stop gap
One may endure more or less
The noble leading may prove the case
Smile at the last leg of journey
You are leaving behind treasure and money
All relatives may feel sad not at you
But what is left behind for them to view
They may want their share
But in your life time may not dare
They may silently watch your departure and stare
Enough of attention towards your treatment and care
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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For You
If i give you my heart will you promise not to break it
If i give you my heart will you take it
Here is my heart my soul
I give to you right now for you to hold
Please take of my heart its all i have
Now giving you my heart is what i have longed to do
Cause this love i feel compels me to
Now by excepting my heart my soul
You can never ever let it go
Kindergarten
I love a young girl called Nina and,
We are all in the same Kindergarten;
And the other boys do jealous me,
But i will always help Nina with her problems.
I am very smart and clever,
And of the sweet muse of love that fuses us;
For the people around have seen that,
I do love Nina straight from my heart.
We play together and eat together,
And in the Kindergarten with love;
For i am the best boy around her and,
Her smile touches my heart always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Down to Up
(- these are the reflections that came to mind while I was looking at the painting 'Riddarfjarden in Stockholm' by Eugene Jansson,1898.
I simply wrote them down -my thoughts- just as they came to me.)
That time shall come.
By dread or by due,
As it must
For the pain of living in a world untrue -
The night grows quiet.
While the city lights reflecting
Upon the effulgent bay
Slowly, soundlessly fade down,
down...down.
Into the eddies of the deep,
Where the last
Of the lights evening song
Whispers away...far away.
Where the souls seperate
And the minds effortlessly bend,
Where the hearts say good-bye
And know...this IS the end -
Down we must go.
To where at last...long last
The great Truth wins out;
For the dark and the despair
The drear and the dread,
Are finally put away
In their unholy place,
Forever buried deep
In the muddy waters of the eternal dead -
But, the heart and the soul!
(oh, the heart and soul) ,
No dark waters under heaven
Can ever hold -
Up, through the mire rise.
Unto the other side;
Going down, to come up,
Into all-new waters
There, forever freely to reside -
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXII: Well Prepared
It’s not because a paranoia
It’s not because too cautious
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because a behavior
It’s not because a ritual
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because a genius
It’s not because a clairvoyant
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because detailed analysis
It’s not because calculative plan
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because great strategy
It’s not because flexible mind
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because fantastic budget
It’s not because faithful skill
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because full concentration
It’s not because amateur luck
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because long experience
It’s not because under pressure creativity
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because improved condition
It’s not because natural selection
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because the way of destiny
It’s not because the welcome opportunity
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because calmness
It’s not because maturity
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because success experiment
It’s not because perfect system
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because evil prediction
It’s not because love attention
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because reliable power
It’s not because easy adaptation
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because giving in
It’s not because believing
It’s just well prepared
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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oh yes, Mr. Shaun, the Bible was not written in English
The Gospel of Christ and, in general,
the Holy Bible are written with the inspiration of God.
The Prophets and the Apostles
have recorded in written form
a portion of the oral teaching of the Old Testament
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
These are the original languages of the Holy Bible from' which all the translations have been derived. God's inspiration is confined to the original languages and utterances, not the many translations. There are 1,300 languages and dialects into which the Holy Bible, in its entirety or in portions, has been
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This does not mean that the translations do not convey the meaning of the Bible for spiritual uprightness of the readers in their own language. On the contrary the Bible should be spread and preached to 'all nations'. The missionaries in foreign lands learn the language or the dialect of. the new area into which they bring the Bible and other religious teachings. For example, the missionaries from Constantinople, Saints Cyril and Methodios, sent to Christianize the Slavic peoples in the 9th century, first translated the Bible and the ritual books into the language of the people.
yes, Mr. Shaun, my friend the Bible was not written in English.IT was written in HEBREW, ARAMAIC, and GREEK....
But i like it written in English too, how i wish it were written in such a
language,
with a sense of class
and fashionable disguise,
for without it, how could i ever understand, God,
oh, my, God!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Manager
For me money is cotton
For you it`s freedom
Nowadays it`s fashion-
An American Dream!
So you strive to get the beam
To work like a robot
For the sake of the cotton dream.
You`re a mean value maneger
You never work under, you take higher
This century is yours, hold your computer
A human is nothing, but his career.
You`re the luckiest
You work in the office
You`re the luckiest
You work in the office
Oh, yeah baby
Your fate isn`t silly nor wicked
Your bucks is saved by your cent
Step by step, untill you get blind
It`s OK you are almost dead
As far as the Boss is fully glad
Im the first who admit
We all need the money
So, shall we get mad?
It`s a real calamity...
Step by step, until you get blind
Step by step, until you get blind
Step by step, until you get blind
Step by step, until you get blind
The main thing is to know for sure
Where`s your place and who you are
No doubt, near a fool you`re smarter
Happiness for me means freedom
For you - Disney Land
You`re the luckiest
You work in the office
You`re the luckiest
You work in the office
Oh, yeah baby
You work in the office
Oh, my God!
Translated from Russian. The Leningrad band 'Menedjer'
poem by Emma Adamyan
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Visiting hell
I longed to visit hell,
Eager to see and stories to tell,
But I hoped to see it at the earliest,
I thought it may not be good but best,
My eyes stopped and took me by surprise,
Alighted from winged plane to rise,
I wondered and thought step so wise,
One should come here and improvise,
Not bad place to reside,
Leaving all worries aside,
All looked after well,
Nothing to fear like hell,
It is right choice to be here,
Easy to find and not to go anywhere,
All comforts and great souls to meet,
All happily residing and ready to greet,
Why people on earth don’t know it?
You won’t get place even you go with lamp lit,
Do all whatever you can and then come,
Doors 24 hours open and always welcome,
It is little crowed otherwise no problem,
All comforts and stability provided to them,
All fears, long chase and reprisal not here,
Free movement and at will to go anywhere,
I found one notorious soul and asked for comment,
Quick was reply with broad smile” Don’t lament”
People there problematic and hell bent,
We have found this place as heavenly sent,
Don’t be afraid of coming here,
You will not find the good place anywhere,
So we send the message for your happy voyage,
Leave all there for them and bring no luggage,
You will have good beginning and new page,
Freedom from harassment and virtual bondage,
Surrounded by family like strong prison,
Have no say, clear ideas or simple vision
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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By the grace of [Autofill]
My knees, my mind, my whole soul aches
and yes a drowsy numbness steals
around my kneecaps – it’s been
a self-assembly afternoon.
I’m not made for self-assembly:
unwrap the components, lay
it on the carpet, they advised;
and then? The postures of
Islamic prayer, cross-legged Hindu,
Christian missionary position, none
seemed to work for more than
a few seconds at a time.
It proved an allegorical point though:
I’m a sorry kit of self-assembly in myself:
impatience, rage, resentment – they
never said it was self-assembly, either…
by now every nation in the world
must be swearing as it sweats
over self-assembly, to its own One God
which however, has a different name
from the One God of others, and it seems,
plays by different rules..
how ironic it must seem to Him, or Her, or It –
a world united in the jihad of self-assembly,
divided in its allegiance to the One God
whose Unique Selling Point, you’d think,
was that of ultimate unity.. even before
we get down to justice, mercy, goodness, all that stuff.
I wonder if in this age of internet-speak
it might aid the unity of nations and
the deity they pray to (yes, He/She/It might like it too?) if
we would offer up our concerted prayers
for simplified but easy-follow instructions
in our human self-assembly kit
to [Autofill].. the God
of a Thousand Names, yet
only one Creation.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The departure lounge.
Many times,
I have been near the departure lounge.
Never knew the how or why.
Only too near tears to cry.
Time to leave.
Cliches on your sleeve.
Ready to be 'sold'.
Like cards up, an armful ready.
The departure lounge.
What is this place?
The only sensible option!
Many times,
I could have gone
Rather than see and play out-
Bitter endings.
The departure lounge!
A better place to be looking at
From a comfortable view
Than actually arrive at.
poem by Peter Vealey
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