Religions of Man - Part I - or - Get Close to the Shore Yourself
The Religions of Man
Are like vast rivers
Meandering slowly
Across great plains to the ocean
Fed
By waters from the heavens
Travelling different directions
To reach the same ultimate destination
But
Some now flow so slow
That they have lost all sense of direction
Others have become altogether dried up
Some so polluted
They support no hope for life
Either here or after
So
Best use your own senses
And your mind
To find how to get close
To the shore by yourself
Where you will find
Fast clear streams
That flow straight into
The Ocean of Truth
That still patiently
Awaits us
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The Running Waters Of The River
running water on the river
despite the boulders
it finds itself its way
to where all the waters meet
in that destination
of everything and everyone
running restless souls
towards the same destination
it is not divergence
it is convergence
it is the oneness of all rivers
of all souls
i run and flow
i become everything and everyone at the end
from this flow on this journey
towards everything and everyone
i am gone i am found i am lost i am the drop
becoming a part of the ocean's universe
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Once Great River
In the once great river pollution is rife
Nowadays it does not support much aquatic life
In a polluted river fresh water fish rare
Pollution can cause extinction of that much we are aware
On the polluted river few water birds to be seen
Most of the river pools covered in algae of green
From sewage and wash of chemical fertilisers that in drains into it does flow
With so called human progress the scourge of pollution does grow
Pollution in it flowing to the distant ocean shore
The once great river is not great anymore
Do not drink of these waters the warning signs say
Pollutiuon is rife in the World of today
And the once great river flows on muddy gray
To the mighty ocean many miles away.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Rivers Of Life
As tiny streams begin to flow, into larger rivers they shall grow.
Tiny streams of gentle peace, of waters that seem not to cease.
But as the rivers begin to grow, the deeper waters begin to flow.
In these deeper waters cease, the gentle flow of endless peace.
These rivers then snake the land, guided by God’s mighty hand.
And each and every river flows, as God directs the way it goes.
We too are guided by God’s hand, as we journey upon this land.
And God directs how life goes, gently guiding wherever it flows.
Coursing through all of our life, there are rivers filled with strife.
But in a river filled with grief, there are currents of gentle relief.
All the temporal rivers of strife, flow to an ocean of Eternal Life.
Where we’ll find eternal relief, from the turbulent waters of grief.
All the waters we pass through, God beforehand always knew.
And He will be right at your side, even when in the deepest tide.
This He told us so we knew, deeper waters He’d see us through.
So when we’re in a rough tide, God will see us to the other side.
The troubled waters that we see, will all end one day in Eternity.
The ending of this troubled life, is the Hope for all in Jesus Christ.
As we enter the peace of Eternity, when His Blessed face we see.
So believe today in Jesus Christ, and you will inherit Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©11/2005)
I am going to be pickle
Hello darling, you are so fascinating
We are going as the winds go
We are floating and flowing as waters flow
We get delight as the sunlight
Nothing complicated, everything is satisfying
But life has twists and turns
As No rivers flow straight or roads run
Where as life is as diverse as wander land
Which road to chose and which one is not
More problem we don't know what is our destination.
We are walking blind folded in a forest deep
When one leaves one's hand, we don't know
until we reach the fence or ended up the walking
Or reach the shore and wake up from the dream
In one very fine morning, with my own astonishment
I can not find your so long supporting hand
Is it real or dream? and I pinch my skin
And cry out in bewilderment, I am in the new world
It is another man's hand, I can not prevent
My heart, my mind and my psyche mutually want
That hand to ride on, why and what's for
The questions go on, but I don't know
How to prevent! Please pardon me,
I am going to be a pickle!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Accept The Fact That You Are Only A Frog In A Well
However much learned we are,
However big our possessions are,
However large the kingdom we rule,
However wide our popularity is,
However deep our knowledge is,
However widespread our domain is,
We need to accept that
We are no better than a frog
In a well
Some are in a big well
Some are in a small well
A well, regardless of its size
Will never become an ocean
Ocean is the ultimate truth
Well is the ground reality
A frog in the well cannot
Fathom over an ocean
But, we, with our sixth sense
Can comprehend what ocean can be
And need to be on a continous effort
To understand the ocean
And reach there,
The ultimate reality
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Glastonbury 09 - In Search of Avalon
Tomorrow we set sail on tarmac ocean soil,
To spoil ourselves, to ruin ourselves.
To bring our blood up to the boil.
Settle into the notion,
Seek the elixer not the potion.
The stone awaits you.
Calling you.
Don't pretend that you don't hear it.
Clear your mind to chaos
Order forgotten logic to decay
Rise in the night
Set in the day.
So many souls, the surface is shimmering
A million bright eyes, a million lights glimmering.
The city born of mud, given life by fire
As Each child is lost to their own desire.
Some see only demons here, others find no reason to fear.
Seek the dragon of the circle, he guards his wisdom well.
Drink from it as you wish, remember your story to tell.
Forget not the world beyond the hedgerow, but know.
Know that here all rivers flow
An ocean of souls devouring
With every moment empowering
Every moment a step in right direction
How could it be wrong?
I guess it must be right
I can feel the skies erection
I can feel the earth delight.
poem by David Lacey
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The Rush of A Lie
Ancient mountains swept with snow,
where a dropp of water begins to flow,
is the birthplace of a small stream,
and something I would never dream.
Streams turn to rivers great,
that make sure not to be late,
that go towards swamps and bogs,
and they keep going into the fog.
Have you not yet reached the ocean,
where all the world is set in motion?
Your waters have rushed,
fed by the clouds' every flush.
You've left such beauty behind,
just for bogs and fog to find.
Your droplet has grown;
at me your lies are thrown.
poem by Soren Valentine
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I Am That Glorious Nothing, In Everyone and Everything!
It is dawn for me,
dawn of a life,
at dusk of my life,
Neither its a new life
nor its the old one,
When everything is destiny and fate,
Why I have to wish and will,
If Gods gave me something,
That took back with interest,
God is lovable lender of pressure
as well as pleasure,
Takes more than gave
and one's pain and loses of freedom
are the compound interest paid!
Prayer with desires and ambitions,
Succeeded only to make me prey to more desires!
Every heart is full of love,
And that it filled with Life's love,
And it make one
love the life!
Life's own turns,
Depends on the path destined,
Radius of the path make all difference!
Sometimes it flows like a river, dives deep,
Or has more depth, where it flow slow,
Sometimes fast where depth is low!
Life is a like river for the one who destined to flow down to ocean,
But life is not river to one has seen ocean everywhere,
Life doesn't flow,
Only it is flow of energy from higher potential to lower potential,
From youth to old age,
From freedom to bondage of senses and deeds!
Think Ramdas, Think of that great Truth,
Where there is one neither born nor die,
Only dream and sigh!
From that nothingness,
Nothing I brought,
To that nothingness I can't take anything,
Whatever looks like this thing, that thing,
Everything is nothing
for this nothing, neither came nor go,
I am neither a glacier to melt and flow,
nor I am rock to stay here!
I must go before I want to know myself,
I want to die in my ownself,
Before I can live unto my own
nature!
I never want win anything,
As my win is not my win,
And I have neither one to win,
Nor something to win,
As I amthat everything in nothing
And that glorious nothing among everyone and everything!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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A River
Starting as a tiny drop
and try to flow,
while flowing on the Time,
meet many natures, spirits, and
infirmation of both body and soul.
but has no authority to stop
until meet the ocean, deadly deep.
How deep the Ocean is even one can't imagine.
Now,
just flow and flow with the hope to meet the ocean.
eeee
How boring the life is, just flowing!
poem by Kathrine Rose82
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Meditations Whilst Lost At Sea
I awoke to find myself adrift but afloat
all alone at sea in a small sailing boat.
On an endless expanse of crystal green ocean
in all directions there was hardly any motion.
The sky above was very clear and limitless I deemed
and tended to meet the sea on the horizon it seemed.
The sun was setting in that area and the moon was rising in another re birthed
so I got some sense of direction but still couldn't see any land the sea girthed.
How I wished then to have some wings to fly
like a bird through the air across all of the sky.
There would however be the question of ‘which way to go? ’
because from where I had come from didn't seem to know.
I was alone in this stillness and the silence was almost complete
except for a constant throb heard which was my own heartbeat.
And so looking downwards on the water's surface saw my own face's reflection
and that of the sky above with stars shinning through upon a closer inspection.
There was also a slight ripple against the boat's hull
but apart from that everywhere else about was a lull.
Without even any hint of a little whispering breeze on the sail
it all appeared to be calm and peaceful around here to prevail.
On an endless ocean and also under a limitless sky
I found myself to be adrift there not knowing why.
With no idea of where I had come from or in which direction to go
there also wasn't anything else around with an indication to show.
After a while I noticed the boat's rudder wasn't fixed to steer it in any direction
and I realized then it was left up to me to make that particular personal selection.
A decision had to be made on which way to go and to help nature get me there
so I opted for the point where the sun set on the horizon and sea met sky there.
It seemed like I only had myself to depend on but what could this mean?
the answer to be found was probably related in some way to that scene.
As there was no one else close by to ask but my very soul
I somehow perceived that perhaps this was its peculiar role.
Just as there is light in either of the night or day skies from above
there's also a light of our soul hidden within the darkness thereof.
It is said that the outer world is that of the macrocosm
and our inner world being then that of the microcosm.
The dropp is in the ocean and the essence of the ocean is in the drop
its separation is an illusion which our mind to see has a little to stop.
The wave then is part of the ocean and the ocean contains the wave
and existence is infinite because life continues again after the grave.
What many people tend to have faith in, although not appearing obvious or to exist,
giving no tangible proof to our senses, may yet through all existence actually persist.
And if It is All-pervading and All-knowing then It must be aware of every little thing
even though they be endless or limitless That being All-powerful sustains everything.
With the ebb and flow of the ocean's current then at eventide
I also had That to depend on to see where it took me for a ride.
Although I was left there at the mercy of a very gentle ocean swell
maybe Providence would take me back home again - who can tell?
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poem by George Krokos
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An ocean of Love
Have you ever sailed on vast ocean,
With no island to see, and things are out of reach?
With dreams and mysteries filled this ocean,
And a never ending faith that someone would teach?
Have you ever felt that feeling,
Of a deep calmness within you that's hard to fight?
And no one could help you believing,
That you're striving for the right?
Did you ever sailed on an ocean,
That further placed upon your heart?
For deeply below this ocean,
Lies a silent whisper, where love starts.
An ocean of Love, the ocean of dreams
Where you can find solace and exceptional truth
Though pain resides even if you don't dream
As the existence of love bears its fruit.
The fruit of harmony, bliss, and wonder
Without the seed that's buried down below
Like a pearl that lies down under
The ocean of love they call, starts hello.
Upon this vast ocean, two souls were me and you
Over the waves and across the surface
I have found a love so true
The ocean of love was then the wondrous place.
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Life Is Like A River
we give away like the way a river flows
day to day
we may start with the petals of the flowers
we let them fall one by one
to the flow of the river
then we begin again with the leaves and then
the twigs and the branches and then if we have
nothing more to give we give away the tree itself
to the flow of the river
we look at ourselves we give every part of us
piece by piece to the flow of the great river
our properties our honor our clothes and when all these
are given away we start to give back our hands, our feet
we look at every pocket of our senses and when everything
is given away we shall now give the last that we have to the flow
of this great river of life
we let flow our soul. we have given everything
sometimes we ask that we stay for a while, but this cannot be
the law of the great river of life is clear, we give everything away
slowly, willingly, until all the pain of giving is gone away
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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LIKE a DRIFTWOOD
Like a driftwood, I am
Floating, drifting to where the rivers flow
Letting where destiny brings me
and where fate lead me through.
Waiting for the time to reach the ocean
Passing through many rivers though
Bumping on the rocks, I'm in vain
Splashing, circling like tornado too.
Going back, I cannot do
But to continue going, floating, like a mess
Leaving the way I'm passing through
To the ocean, I will find my rest.
Like a driftwood, in the beach i lay
Waiting for my fate, what my fate would be
For like driftwood i didn't know
Will my fate still continue this way?
As long as I live, like a driftwood my life is
I can do nothing, nothing unless
raise my head towards the heaven
and offer to God myself and everything
For without Him, I am nothing.
_mai_
29Oct08
poem by Maia Padua
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Postcard
Ill send you a postcard from heavens ocean
I think Ill stay here in heavens ocean
Ive been dreamin
For days now
Jump in the sea
I do that easily
The sounds drown me
What does she have
Count on everyone for questions I have not known
Ill send you a postcard from heavens ocean
I feel like stayin in heavens ocean
Theres a storm now
In my thoughts now
Come wash me clean
You mean the world to me
Now were smilin
See me smilin
Silence is what I need
Its only in the sea
Ill send you a postcard from heavens ocean
I feel like stayin in heavens ocean
Ill send you a postcard from heavens ocean
I think Ill stay here in heavens ocean
Ill send you a postcard from heavens ocean
I feel like stayin in heavens ocean
Ill send you a postcard from heavens ocean
I think Ill stay here in heavens ocean
Ill send you a postcard from heavens ocean
I think Ill stay here in heavens ocean
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Postcard
Ill send you a postcard from heavens ocean
I think Ill stay here in heavens ocean
Ive been dreamin
For days now
Jump in the sea
I do that easily
The sounds drown me
What does she have
Count on everyone for questions I have not known
Ill send you a postcard from heavens ocean
I feel like stayin in heavens ocean
Theres a storm now
In my thoughts now
Come wash me clean
You mean the world to me
Now were smilin
See me smilin
Silence is what I need
Its only in the sea
Ill send you a postcard from heavens ocean
I feel like stayin in heavens ocean
Ill send you a postcard from heavens ocean
I think Ill stay here in heavens ocean
Ill send you a postcard from heavens ocean
I feel like stayin in heavens ocean
Ill send you a postcard from heavens ocean
I think Ill stay here in heavens ocean
Ill send you a postcard from heavens ocean
I think Ill stay here in heavens ocean
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Steer through this ocean of emotion, which is your own creation
You are on an ocean
And on a small boat
Exclusively for you
You the lone passenger
You know what all could be there down under
The vast expanse of water
The marine life
Its varieties
Their beauties, strengths
And even their wild behaviours
You know also the
Great hidden treasure
At the bottom of the seabed
But you are always worried
About how to go about
Reaching the invisible shore
And you do not know
How far it is and in
Which direction
Rising waves raise fears in you
The unseen big marine animals down under
Occupy your thoughts
And threaten your very existence
There is shine
There is shower
There is cold
There is storm
But, you need to stick on
And to proceed till the time
You reach the shore
You are unaware of the
Nature of the shore
Where you will be landing
And in what shape
The above is the description
Of birth and death cycle
In Oriental thinking
The ocean personifies
The emotional turbulence
That occurs in you life through
Emotions are as strong as ocean
And they have the powers
To sustain livelihood
To create and to destroy as well
A check on emotions
Is the way you steer through
The ocean of life
Nurse those emotions, which are
Creative, proactive and productive
And do away with those
Which can drown you
And can be destructive
Seeking divine assistance
For safe landing on the shore
Is what these philosophies preach
Orienting yourself towards
Spirituality and self realization
Help you perform worldly duties
Without emotions
But, with passion and devotion
Steer through this
Ocean of emotion, which is
Your own creation
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The Ambrosial
Verily I'm a drop
of the ocean of nectar.
Shunning the ocean I had risen up
in the firmament afar.
Coming down now
I've joined the ambrosial flow
and towards the ocean
ahead I'm in motion.
If I evaporate therein
on the way by the heat of sin,
in the form of dew later on
I'll descend below.
With the nectarean immortal flow,
I'll mingle in the ocean.
[Translated from original Oriya Poem ‘Amrutamaya' By Dr. Harekrishna Meher]
poem by Gangadhar Meher
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Oh River....
Oh river oh river, flowing on your own route
Not willing to perturb, so surging with less toot
Is the giant ocean your destination?
Oh! You are definitely a paradigm of determination
Flowing steadily and slowly in leisure
Collecting all the available treasure
Merging with the friendly rivers too
Towards the ocean you all go
Do you all have any get together in the ocean?
With an extraordinary collation?
poem by Kavitha Krishnamurthy
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Mighty River
From deep underground I start unseen
Cool spring water fresh and clean
My only life not visible to the eye
I start to flow, as if the earth did cry
Small and feint I start to trickle
As I flow the land I tickle
As in life we may start as little springs
But soon we grow and do big things
Down the mountains I start to flow
As my intensity starts to grow
My banks are now so far apart
So much wider that at the start
I twist and turn, will I ever stop
I`ve been winding forever right from the top
From a tint trickle to a steady stream
To reach the ocean is my only dream
My veins alive with creatures big and small
Within my belly I carry them all
Life within me does explode
No matter how much I can take the load
Over rocks and boulders I do roar
While above me the fish eagle`s soar
Swollen now I my banks do burst
Hungry lands I feed, they so do thirst
I fill the valley and form a lake
To try and stop me would be a mistake
I push on forward one goal in mind
To reach the ocean, sealed and signed
I`ve cut a groove across this land
But now a lap the ocean sand
Right at the end I reached my goal
Now the ocean waves a feed my soul
poem by Vaughn Bekker
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Find Me at the Edge
You will find me at the edge
Of the water
Where the sand and deep
Ocean meet
Here they collide
But never subside
And so goes their life
For all eternity
And the sky watches in awe
Jealous of the way the ocean
Can move about
But the ocean looks up
At the beautiful sky
And is grateful for
The sight it provides
Though now paralyzed
I close my eyes
And beg for hope
Here in the midst of vast skies
I dream of life
Here in my dreams so diverse
I lie to myself
So far away
I escape this day
And all my thoughts I lay
Here on the ground
That these stars shine upon
In a time where it mattered
When the stars came alive
And the moon shone bright
With the chorus of galaxies
Backing them up
Now they’re betrayed
As this sky starts to fade
And so they are paid
What they never deserved
All this I know
Come rescue me
While my thoughts are still free
And all I can see
Is this sky
That comes to life
Through sorrow and strife
Though sharp as a knife
I am comforted
You will find me at the edge
Of the water
Where the sand and deep
Ocean meet
Here I will be
poem by Dawn Michelle
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