Heart-Felt Cosmic Impacts With Shiva In The Wings And Lyrical Messages
We all are children of the cosmos
And as such alway under the cosmic sway
And as a human of blood and flesh it sometimes feels good to see
This impact showing its face
In the mask of a Face itself, that one may see, almost visible,
Giggling before our own.
As to-day when I was about to send out,
As I often do early in the mornings,
Lyrical spiritual messages,
To a few worthy poetry lovers
Throughout this country where I live,
Both known and unknown to me -
One of them once sent me a souvenir thank-you from Rome, Italy -
And there had, for to-day, accrued a message
With verses from the most glorious Vedas,
To be sent, first in order, ahead of one more package of messages,
The other one of worldly theme, the following sacred hymns,
Endowed with their very own explanatory notes,
So as to render all simplest things well understood:
' Gracious to us be the trembling earth,
When struck by the fiery meteor.
Gracious be the cows yielding red milk,
Gracious be the earth receding.
Gracious be the constellations struck by the meteor,
Gracious incantations and all magic!
Gracious to us be buried charms,
The meteors and plagues that afflict us.
Gracious to us be the stars and the moon,
Gracious the sun and Raahu
(The invisible 'planetary head tail' that
Covers up other planets in times of eclipses) ,
Gracious be Death with his banner of smoke,
Graceful the powerful Rudras
(The cleansing powers of renewal of cosmos
Working on earth through shedding tears) .
Gracious be the Rudras, gracious the Vasus
(The cosmic providers for new vessels to departed souls) ,
Gracious the Adityas
(The sons of the seer Mother Aditi in whom
The gods had their respective individual angles in the One Cosmic Mind
Established on the human plane for the first time,
Who reincarnate in all mystic seers of power)
And Agnis (the embodied incarnations of the fire-god,
The divinizing medium between humans and gods) ,
Gracious to us be the god-like sages,
Gracious to us be the Gods and Brhaspati
(The ancient guru of the [minds of the] gods, husband of Aditi) .
Brahman (balanced vibration of cosmic consciousness) ,
Prajapati (cosmic fathering spirit who
Kindles the fire to his vision of creation) ,
Dhatr (lit. the giver, the spirit of yielding cosmic nature) ,
The worlds, the Vedas, the Seven Sages, and the fires,
Prepare for me a blessed path!
May Indra (the King of Gods) be my refuge,
May Brahman be my refuge,
May all the Gods be my refuge!
May the Gods united be my refuge! '
And there had been, on the eve of this very same morning,
With both planned-for message packages already prepared for their sending,
Following Current NewsFlash publicly out,
In the media from the north-eastern European country of Finland:
'There has been 400 reported incidents of spottings of
A fire-ball soaring high through the night sky in the area of Ursa,
Somewhere deep in the province of Finland's Northern Bottomland,
And there have been several reported incidents of people
Finding meteorites scattered about,
Especially in the area of a place called Temmel
(Which literally translates as 'Battle Field' into English)
And there in that area people may expect to find more meteorites
Even in their own backyards,
So the report, of this cosmic import, went on to say.
Now, the second batch of messages,
To complete this report of cosmic impact of
Divine coincidings - real heart-felt ones -
Note the meaning of the town's name of Finnish Temmel! -
Had been part and parcel of eleven in a string of poems,
A narrative of great late Ella Wheeler Wilcox',
Part of which reads as follows:
' And blood of warrior, woman and papoose
[North-American native infant or younger child],
Flow free as waters when some dam breaks loose;
Consuming fire, the wanton friend of war
(Whom allies worship and whom foes abhor)
Now trails her crimson garments through the street,
And ruin marks the passing of her feet.
Full three-score lodges smoke upon the plain,
And all the vale is strewn with bodies of the slain.
And those who are not numbered with the dead
Before all-conquering Custer now are led.
To soothe their woes, and calm their fears he seeks;
An Osage guide interprets while he speaks.
The vanquished captives, humbled, cowed and spent
Read in the victor's eye his kind intent.
The modern victor is as kind as brave;
His captive is his guest, not his insulted slave. '
Then also to-day it had come to happen that
The one and only priest in our family's line
From my good old late father's side,
Father Anton, who the other day passed on at age eighty-six,
A charming figure all through his life,
Was being buried for his soul's eternal rest.
During the whole of this morning's message sending operation
To my eight regular message readers from the pacified rim,
Fond of Vedic verses and of modern & old poetry,
There were earthquake-like irregularities in the sending system itself,
That in the end I was yet able to get tackled,
so as not to thwart the whole sending of
Both the above cited to each of them eight -
Annoying erratic automatic double sendings,
And the like errors in the telecommunication system -
The affliction of the meteor, spoken of in
The verses 'of the day' of the ancient sacred Vedas, as like
Pounding on me through alignment of
Contents of the message to be sent
With a real-time rare event in time and space &
Queerness of the signals from the sending system alike -
That stand like a friend's remindful lovely tapping on one's shoulders -
While at the same time it was to me a last word of good-bye
From out of a most high-faring flight of my father's clan's -
The Soul of Father Anton may fly high! -
The wry giggling smile of Shiva,
The divine smile's lip-line drawn slightly across and way over from
Where the earth's magnet pole is set on to, too -
Right there in the northern portion in the heart of a country,
As northern-east as any country on this planet can be - Finland -
Shiva, the God of the sensuous fire
That moulds all Nature in forms divine,
Is known to be stationed in the North,
Where also the lingam, his sacred idol is ever pointed to -
As if this smile of Shiva's of cosmic impacts were to say:
' The soul stays never, the stages pass;
All life is the play of the power that stirs
In the dance of my wanton worshippers.
And the strong swift river my shrine below
It runs, like man, its unending course,
To the boundless sea from eternal snow;
Mine is the Fountain - and mine the Force
That spurs all nature to ceaseless strife;
And my image is Death at the gates of Life.
In many a legend and many a shape,
In the solemn grove and the crowded street,
I am the Slayer, whom none escape,
I am Death trod under a fair girl's feet;
I govern the tides of the sentient sea
That ebbs and flows to eternity
And the sum of the thought and the knowledge of man
Is the secret tale that my emblems tell;
Do ye seek God's purpose, or trace his plan?
Ye may read your doom in my parable;
For the circle of life in its flower and its fall
Is the writing that runs on my temple wall. -
Let my temples fall, they are dark with age,
Let my idols break, they have stood their day;
On their deep hewn stones the primeval sage
Has figured the spells that endure alway;
My presence may vanish from river and grove,
But I rule for ever in Death and Love, '
In the words of another great late poet,
Whose great soul, powerful, just recently had made itself known to me,
Having itself sent over through the ether
By means perfected only in to-day's coincidentally striking
Divine scheme of said cosmic poetical wizardry.
© Erhard Hans Josef Lang
Oct.2,2007
poem by Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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Sîva
Mors Janua Vitae.
I am the God of the sensuous fire
That moulds all Nature in forms divine;
The symbols of death and of man’s desire,
The springs of change in the world, are mine;
The organs of birth and the circlet of bones,
And the light loves carved on the temple stones.
I am the lord of delights and pain,
Of the pest that killeth, of fruitful joys;
I rule the currents of heart and vein;
A touch gives passion, a look destroys;
In the heat and cold of my lightest breath
Is the might incarnate of Lust and Death.
If a thousand altars stream with blood
Of the victims slain by the chanting priest,
Is a great God lured by the savoury food?
I reck not of worship, or song, or feast;
But that millions perish, each hour that flies,
Is the mystic sign of my sacrifice.
Ye may plead and pray for the millions born;
They come like dew on the morning grass;
Your vows and vigils I hold in scorn,
The soul stays never, the stages pass;
All life is the play of the power that stirs
In the dance of my wanton worshippers.
And the strong swift river my shrine below
It runs, like man, its unending course
To the boundless sea from eternal snow;
Mine is the Fountain—and mine the Force
That spurs all nature to ceaseless strife;
And my image is Death at the gates of Life.
In many a legend and many a shape,
In the solemn grove and the crowded street,
I am the Slayer, whom none escape;
I am Death trod under a fair girl’s feet;
I govern the tides of the sentient sea
That ebbs and flows to eternity.
And the sum of the thought and the knowledge of man
Is the secret tale that my emblems tell;
Do ye seek God’s purpose, or trace his plan?
Ye may read your doom in my parable:
For the circle of life in its flower and its fall
Is the writing that runs on my temple wall.…
Let my temples fall, they are dark with age,
Let my idols break, they have stood their day;
On their deep hewn stones the primeval sage
Has figured the spells that endure alway;
My presence may vanish from river and grove,
But I rule for ever in Death and Love.
poem by Alfred Comyn Lyall
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Gracious Good Shepherd
Gracious good shepherd
Do you really know who I am?
Gracious good shepherd
Will you answer when I call your name?
Gracious good shepherd
You can hear confusion crying out
Gracious good shepherd
What little faith I have I am ashamed
I visualize an angel
All freezing and bitter cold
I cannot believe the love there
What heavenly sacrifice
Gracious good shepherd
If you hear me now, I love you so
Gracious good shepherd
Why for me?
Gracious good shepherd
You say you love the lost born
Gracious good shepherd
I believe that one is me
Some tell me the virgin birth is
A beautiful ancient tale
But you tell me gods constellation
Led all to the living well
Gracious good shepherd
If you hear me now, I love you so
Gracious good shepherd
Why, why for me?
Gracious good shepherd
Do you really know who I am?
Gracious good shepherd
Will you answer when I call your name?
Gracious good shepherd
These are different times, Im sure you see
Gracious good shepherd
We need, you now
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Great Balls Of Fire
You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain
Too much love can drive a girl insane
You broke my will oh but what a thrill
Goodness gracious great balls of fire
I like that love cause I thought it was funny
You came along and you move me honey
I change my mind this love is sure fine
Goodness gracious great balls of fire
Chorus:
Ooh kiss me baby, ooh it feels good
Ooh hold me, hold me, I would love to love you
Like a lover should
cause youre fine, and so kind
I tell the world that youre mine, mine, mine, mine
I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs
Im real nervous but it sure is fun
You broke my will but I love you still and
Goodness gracious great balls of fire
Goodness gracious great balls of fire
Ooh kiss my baby, ooh it feels good, ooh hold me
Baby, you ought to love me like a lover should
cause youre fine, and so kind
I tell this world that youre mine, mine, mine, mine
I love that you love cause I thought it was funny
You came along and you move me honey
I change my mind, this love is sure fine
Goodness gracious great balls of fire
Kiss me baby, ooh it feels good
Ooh hold me, hold me
You ought to love me like a lover should
cause youre fine and so kind
I tell the world that youre mine, mine, mine, mine
I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs
I sure am nervous
But Im sure havin fun
I change my mind, this love is sure fine
Goodness gracious great balls of fire
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, you broke my will, but what a thrill
Goodness gracious great balls of fire
You broke my will but I love you still
Goodness gracious great balls of fire
Goodness gracious great balls of fire
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Great Balls Of Fire
You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain
Too much love drives a man insane
You broke my will, oh what a thrill
Goodness gracious, great balls of fire
You came on over and took over my heart
You came along and moved me honey
I cannot lie you are so fine
Goodness gracious, great balls of fire
Kiss me baby, whooo, feels good
Come on over baby, love me like a lover should
Your fine, so kind, told this world that your mine, mine, mine
You pull my fingers and you twiddle my thumbs
Wanna love you but a true love huh
Come on baby, your drive me crazy
Goodness gracious, great balls of fire
Kiss me baby, whoo, feels good
Ahhh call me baby, love me like a lover should
Your fine, so kind, wanna tell this world that your mine, mine, mine
You pull my fingers and you twiddle my thumbs
Wanna love you but it sure is hard
Come one baby, you drive me crazy
Goodness gracious, great balls of fire
Goodness gracious, great balls of fire
You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain
Too much love drives a man insane
You broke my will, oh what a thrill
Goodness gracious, great balls of fire
You get me lonely and you get all my money
You came alone and your with me honey
Come on baby you drive ah me crazy
Goodness gracious, great balls of fire
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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He Was Truly Gracious To Me
From Heaven above The Lord reached down from His Glorious Throne,
He reached down into my depravity to make me one of His very own.
He then removed the veil of sin from my eyes and helped me to see,
I had now become a new creature in Christ, as He was gracious to me.
He also put behind me my old wicked life filled with sin and shame,
And in His Righteousness I shall stand before Him without any blame.
He took me off the road that was leading me Eternally the wrong way,
And He led me to The Way that will take me to Him Eternally one day.
He took me off shifting unstable ground where my steps were unsure,
And placed me upon The Eternal Rock where my path is forever secure.
He took my empty depraved soul that was unknowingly headed for Hell,
And He sent The Holy Spirit to reside in me until Eternity to dwell.
And He taught me the Eternal Truth of God which I never knew before,
That Jesus' death on Calvary gave me a hope that's absolutely sure.
This new Hope and assurance in Jesus Christ I just could not ignore,
So He gave me a boldness to share this Hope at every available door.
That His death brings life to those who believe through a new birth,
And an abundant life of peace and joy while we remain on the earth.
Indeed The Lord above has truly been gracious and very good to me,
My friend, He'll be gracious to you, simply believe and you'll see.
(Copyright © 12/2002)
Energetic and Gracious
I am energetic and gracious
I wonder why life isn't fair
I hear the hope of others
I see the valley of faith
I want peace in the world
I am energetic and gracious
I pretend that I am famous actress
I feel like the dead is speaking to me
I touch the desired of others
I worry when the world will end
I cry if my mother dies
I am energetic and gracious
I understand that people are not the same
I say that god is my leader
I dream to be president, doctor, actress, singer and a famous soccer player
I try to be who I am
I hope day we won't kill each other
I am energetic and gracious
Great Balls Of Fire
You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain
Too much love drives a man insane
You broke my will, but what a thrill
Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire
I laughed at love cause I thought it was funny
You came along and moved me honey
Ive changed my mind, your love is fine
Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire
Kiss me baby, woo feels good
Hold me baby, wellllll
I want to love you like a lover should
Your fine, so kind
I want to tell the world that your mine mine mine mine
I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs
Im really nervous, but it sure is fun
Come on baby, drive my crazy
Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!!
Kiss me baby, woo feels good
Hold me baby, wellllll
I want to love you like a lover should
Your fine, so kind
I want to tell the world that your mine mine mine mine
I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs
Im really nervous, but it sure is fun
Come on baby, drive my crazy
Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!!
song performed by by Cliff Richard
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Aurobindo 161 Savitri Book 10
An appreciation on Savitri-
Book Ten: The Book of the Double Twilight
Canto Four: The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's
'There it is greatness to create the gods.
Is not the spirit immortal and absolved
Always, delivered from the grasp of Time?
Why came it down into the mortal's Space?
A charge he gave to his high spirit in man
And wrote a hidden decree on Nature's tops.'
An obligatory analysis and preaching
Needed words for the questers of the Absolute
'Freedom is this with ever seated soul,
Large in life's limits, strong in Matter's knots,
Building great stuff of action from the worlds
To make fine wisdom from coarse, scattered strands
And love and beauty out of war and night,
The wager wonderful, the game divine.'
'What liberty has the soul which feels not free'
'This is my answer to thy lures, O Death.'
'However mighty, whatever thy secret name Line 462 to
Leave then thy dead, O Savitri, and live.' Line 538
'Thy heart's ephemeral passion cannot break
The iron rampart of accomplished things
With which the great Gods fence their camp in Space.
Whoever thou art behind thy human mask,
Even if thou art the Mother of the worlds'
'The cosmic Law is greater than thy will.'
'Even God himself obeys the Laws he made:
The Law abides and never can it change,
The Person is a bubble on Time's sea.
A forerunner of a greater Truth to come,
A Light above which none but thou hast seen,
Thou claimst the first fruits of Truth's victory
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
poem by Indira Renganathan
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God’s Grace And Goodness
Gracious and so good, God is, knowing that He’s mine and I am His,
So gracious when He sent to me, The Holy Spirit, so that I could see,
From Him I can have Eternal Life, Through His Only Son Jesus Christ,
And become a member of His Family, today and on through Eternity.
He’s good to even all outside, the family bought by Christ, who died,
So through God’s Grace they too, can be members with me and you.
Members of the Body of Christ, purchased by His Gracious sacrifice,
From Him, new life you will receive, when in Christ you simply believe.
His Goodness continues in those, who follow God’s Lamb, who rose,
Down The Lamb’s Narrow Way, receiving blessings through each day,
His goodness flows from who He is, and by way of God’s many gifts.
God’s Gifts that help us in this life, live through all this temporal strife,
His Grace ends not as we’re saved, but continues in the life He paved,
A life for each and every one of us, who in Christ Jesus put their trust.
Grace points to the goodness of God, across the many lands we trod,
This so others can come to know, The Lord above who loves them so.
The Grace of God was sent to all, to every nation, both big and small,
So through His Goodness all men, can, through Christ, be Born Again.
The Grace offered by God my friend, unlike all present life has no end,
Accept God’s Grace and you’ll see, His Goodness through all Eternity.
You Are Just Arriving
You are just arriving.
And I have been here!
Don't think that I am going to be a gracious host!
You may at times find me gracious...
But a host I am not.
You are here on your own.
When your eyes opened..
That's when your reality for you began.
Some things you see you may find unbelieveable!
Do not tax your mind.
Believe it!
Do not try to find understanding.
You'll get stuck in that quicksand like the others.
You are just arriving.
And I have been here!
Don't think that I am going to be a gracious host!
You may at times find me gracious...
But a host I am not.
You are here on your own.
When I first discovered reality...
I was taunted and teased.
With disgusting disrespect!
You are just arriving.
You may not notice or suspect,
The depth of their ignorance.
You will.
And that's gauranteed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Day With The Lord
Wake up o'Lord, it's winter's vernal shine
Dawning to be consecrated with mercy Thine
Whilst yet a darkling sky's in full moon shine
In tardy treads it's pinking too fine
As Thou asterism Arudhra is on to sign
Conjuring melodies of cooing birds pine
Invoked Margazhi-matins intensify to combine
Intending for anointed ablutions aromatic divine
Wake up o'Lord, wake up
Then it means to be sanguine more
Sacred bathing mounds in variety to pour
Shiva is fresh and feasted to score
Follow now His jaunt of cosmic chore
Prime at Dharukavan blissful, He dances to roar
Surrender the rishis, their nescience to implore
Repeats His cosmic dance, Pathanjali to adore
On Thai-Poosam for Vyagrapada once more
Illimitable expeditions has He all more
Vital, vigorous, fervent He's the cosmic force
Blest or blazed all from His source
Fiery that He seeks more a bathing course
Cool on Maasi- morn of a chathurdasi-repose
Ere full moon amid sacred ablutions He glows
Freshened Lord doesn't let us doze
Awakens the light in wide awake those
On a Maasi-night whole His blessing flows
Thence the trumpet of His marriage-grandeur blows
Watch the merry Lord ecstatic, samsaric
Performing to the core of our blood rhythmic
Reddened to be Ratnasabapathy dynamic
Refreshed of yet more ablution fantastic
On Thiruvonam in Chithirai bombastic
Noon -bathing rhapsodic naps to be melodic
That the Lord emerges to be characteristic
On Uthiram in Aani all majestic
Blessing us whole in evening symbolic
Now time for the slumber-surrender-darkness
Nescient night whilst seeking refuge vivacious
The Lord forbids its ignorance gracious
Bathed anew, aglow with effulgence
On Chaturdasi in Aavani propitious
Sequel- Poornima all with her godliness
While leering fledging cupid-arrows
Rapturous Lord resorts to further ambrosial ablutions
On a Chaturdasi in Purattasi nighttime magnificence
Shiva is all content with the whole cosmic force
Unto Him retires our woes and wishes
Unto Him Poornima wanes, waxes, wanes
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Low point reached...message received
Low point reached
lesson taught
message received
morning after ego binge
one last remorseful purge
purifying words wash
shame residue from the skin
Rock bottom now
looking forward,
looking up
planning to layout
a new foundation
upon past ruins
A cosmic temple built for all
place for anyone to worship
infinite gods
naked eye gods
next door gods
workaday gods
everyday gods
needing to be reminded
of their own divinity.
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Aurobindo 122 Savitri Book 7
An appreciation on Savitri-
Book Seven: The Book of Yoga
Canto Seven: The Discovery of the Cosmic Spirit
and the Cosmic Consciousness
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's
'In the little hermitage in the forest's heart,
In the sunlight and the moonlight and the dark
The daily human life went plodding on
Even as before with its small unchanging works
And its spare outward body of routine
And happy quiet of ascetic peace.
The old beauty smiled of the terrestrial scene;
She too was her old gracious self to men.'
'Accustomed only to read outward signs
None saw aught new in her, none divined her state; '
'To all she was the same perfect Savitri: '
'An impersonal emptiness walked and spoke in her,
Something perhaps unfelt, unseen, unknown
Guarded the body for its future work,
Or Nature moved in her old stream of force.'
A preparatory mind alert inside...
'Thus was she lost within to separate self;
Her mortal ego perished in God's night.'
'There was some high surpassing Secrecy,
And when she sat alone with Satyavan,
Her moveless mind with his that searched and strove,
In the hush of the profound and intimate night
She turned to the face of a veiled voiceless Truth
Hid in the dumb recesses of the heart
'Something unknown, unreached, inscrutable
Sent down the messages of its bodiless Light,
Cast lightning flashes of a thought not ours
Crossing the immobile silence of her mind: '
If it is not the told mythology
'What's next? ' is my curiosity.........
............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
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Merkabah
Some tell of love stories where fire becomes a mother in healing
Wheels within wheels, where hell becomes a myth, and heaven becomes the
present
The cosmic chariot of the soul, the sacred fire, and transfiguration of
energy
It comes from the deep darkness within ones Neshamah,
Prayer to the divine Elohim, and the18th breath of life
Once ascended in that ring of fire, a being can fly beyond space and
sky
Some call it the fire in the sky, seen only through sacred third eyes
Sweet like the spirit of the sacred Shekinah,
One key in Metatronics
The visual, spiritual, and the physical, all become one in this hour of
light
To the holy vehicle of ascension, sacred and pure, flower of life
poem by Josephe Buchanan
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Aurobindo 119 Savitri Book 7
An appreciation on Savitri-
Book Seven: The Book of Yoga
Canto Six: Nirvana and the Discovery of the All-Negating Absolute
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's
'For the Eternal's powers are like himself,
Timeless in the Timeless, in Time ever born.'
'This too she saw that all in outer mind
Is made, not born, a product perishable,
Forged in the body's factory by earth-force.
This mind is a dynamic small machine
Producing ceaselessly, till it wears out,
With raw material drawn from the outside world, '
'When least defaced, then is it most divine.
Although his ego claims the world for its use,
Man is a dynamo for the cosmic work;
Nature does most in him, God the high rest: '
'This independent, once a power supreme,
Self-born before the universe was made,
Accepting cosmos, binds himself Nature's serf
Till he becomes her freedman-or God's slave.'
'This is the appearance in our mortal front;
Our greater truth of being lies behind:
Our consciousness is cosmic and immense,
'But only when we break through Matter's wall
In that spiritual vastness can we stand
Where we can live the masters of our world
And mind is only a means and body a tool.'
How intense we should be to break through Matter's wall..!
'Our spirit's truth lives in the naked self
And from that height, unbound, surveys the world.
Out of the mind she rose to escape its law'
'High she attained and stood from Nature free'
'All now was a wide mighty vacancy, '
'For still was far the repose of the Absolute'.....
............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
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Revelation
Still, as of old, in Beavor's Vale,
O man of God! our hope and faith
The Elements and Stars assail,
And the awed spirit holds its breath,
Blown over by a wind of death.
Takes Nature thought for such as we,
What place her human atom fills,
The weed-drift of her careless sea,
The mist on her unheeding hills?
What reeks she of our helpless wills?
Strange god of Force, with fear, not love,
Its trembling worshipper! Can prayer
Reach the shut ear of Fate, or move
Unpitying Energy to spare?
What doth the cosmic Vastness care?
In vain to this dread Unconcern
For the All-Father's love we look;
In vain, in quest of it, we turn
The storied leaves of Nature's book,
The prints her rocky tablets took.
I pray for faith, I long to trust;
I listen with my heart, and hear
A Voice without a sound: 'Be just,
Be true, be merciful, revere
The Word within thee: God is near!
'A light to sky and earth unknown
Pales all their lights: a mightier force
Than theirs the powers of Nature own,
And, to its goal as at its source,
His Spirit moves the Universe.
'Believe and trust. Through stars and suns,
Through life and death, through soul and sense,
His wise, paternal purpose runs;
The darkness of His providence
Is star-lit with benign intents.'
O joy supreme! I know the Voice,
Like none beside on earth or sea;
Yea, more, O soul of mine, rejoice,
By all that He requires of me,
I know what God himself must be.
No picture to my aid I call,
I shape no image in my prayer;
I only know in Him is all
Of life, light, beauty, everywhere,
Eternal Goodness here and there!
I know He is, and what He is,
Whose one great purpose is the good
Of all. I rest my soul on His
Immortal Love and Fatherhood;
And trust Him, as His children should.
I fear no more. The clouded face
Of Nature smiles; through all her things
Of time and space and sense I trace
The moving of the Spirit's wings,
And hear the song of hope she sings.
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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Gods Mistake
Have a friend, calls me up
Says hello, then hangs up
He must have read my mind
These are the days of a diffrent paradigm
Maybe once, even twice
He said God does not play dice
Yet if hes everywhere
Hes in casinos with aces to spare
Oh, love is gods mistake
Oh, love is gods mistake
Ours is not to reason why
As we fall from way up high
Into the water
Like a lamb to the slaughter
Even now, gods mistake
Sets us up for one more heartbreak
God you look mighty fine
Dressed as the devil in a cosmic pantomime
Oh, love is gods mistake
Oh, love is gods mistake
Never was so much at stake
Oh, love is gods mistake
song performed by by Tears For Fears
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Transitions Descending
Transitions descending,
And not subtle at all.
These 'cosmic' transitions,
Are not kept on pause to stall.
Transitions descending,
Affecting human minds.
These 'cosmic' transitions,
Are of a different kind.
Transitions descending,
And with messages to us sent.
We are part of the Universe.
A transitional event,
That has us mentally spent.
Transitions descending,
And not subtle at all.
These 'cosmic' transitions,
Are not kept on pause to stall.
Transitions descending,
Affecting human minds.
These 'cosmic' transitions,
Are of a different kind...
Changing times we find.
Transitions descending...
And speeding up consciousness.
What was once thought to be...
AS IT IS,
ISN'T
As we thought known and meant.
What was once thought to be...
AS IT IS,
ISN'T
As we thought known and meant.
What was once thought to be...
AS IT IS,
ISN'T.
No it isn't.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God be praised for his gracious long suffering towards me in sparing my life so long. Grant, gracious God, that I may make a good use of the time that thou mayest be pleased yet to grant me for repentance.
quote by Patrick Gordon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Devi Meenakshi
Triumphant empress of cosmic ocean
Descended aglow, green and resplendant
Fiery abode of supplicatory division
Ascended a tri-breasted cherub cute
Madurai king Malayadwaja's request
Meenakshi to him a divine asset
Charming was She like the silver moon full
Heroic was She in war-field as well
Lassie lotus golden and corronated
Wedded to Her Lord of space matted
Transmuted Her triplex to duplex
Thence a legend She at Madurai-complex
Heroine of earth macrocosm moulded itself
Shakti is Meenakshi all by herself
Divine Mother exemplified woman illustrious
Goddess is goddess Meenakshi of benevolence
She is there of an emerald single
Her gleaming lustre, radiance indelible
Beauteous eyes, arched brows in elegance
Chin and cheek in well defined endurance
She is there of esteemed puissance
Magnificent bestower of boons and prudence
Idealistic if idol of engrossing effulgence
Bewitching then won't She be in real appearance
Clemency of Her poise, mercy flows
Gracious Her eyes fishing out our woes
poem by Indira Renganathan
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