Whence We Came
We whom sway not our fertile seed
Mute are we in our conception
Absent are the concept of time and memory
Oblivious are we to our tether eons binding
Unresisting, our soul instilled
Divine action distinctively molds
Unsullied, we embark on life's journey anew
To wit, our epic moment arrives
Hope gleams? Favoring arms await?
With consciousness endowed, thus stirs the will
Heirs to universal wonders, absolutes soon to be denied
Conflicts ensue, paradoxical immortals we simply resolve to be
Illusionists too inclined, veiled imageries easily entice
Impassioned, roads well traveled subtly beguile
Reluctantly, life's impasses too often realized
Pretense, oh fragile bastion
Welcomed balm that cloaks that hides
Beginnings too quickly end and our end too quickly arrives
With only our essence to survive
Legacies cherished, trophies polished
Coveted glitter from jewel box earth
We shall undesigning abandon
Alas, those lives mundane to be chronicled by heaven only
Rueful demise contrast ennobled soul choices too late contemplated
Our spirit humbly adorned we return once again, whence we came
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He Arrives
He arrives,
To apply a different tactic.
And at His will.
You may not notice this at first,
By the way it was achieved.
With a quiet precisioned skill!
You have been accustomed,
To seeing life from one dimension.
From a point of view,
With an indoctrination pursued.
And His intention although not mentioned,
Is to shatter all limitations too!
He arrives,
In your heart, soul and mind.
And once your eyes have been opened wide,
You will realized the depth of those lies told to you.
Why and the reason...
They were fed to control everything done you do!
He arrives,
To gift you with the truth.
With an absoluteness you can not refuse.
Since He is the One that comes who can do this.
The only One to get a detoxing done.
The One who introduces the kind of truth that stuns.
He arrives,
And those conditioned,
To hiding behind their lies...
Find themselves without protection,
Into shelters after a run.
Or tongues to twist,
A truth for all to see that exists!
He arrives,
No need to prepare with prayer.
He arrives and when He comes...
You wont see Him,
But you will know He is there.
His eyes are upon you...everywhere!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Born In Birth Universe
Where is first blessing
for this new young couple
for each new young couple?
These young souls
so blessed with love of life
in love of each other.
They await first blessing
blessing of new destined life
given God’s mystic purpose.
How God intrigues
us with this longing
internal wait for new life.
Where when is time
of this life born creation
moment of conception?
Original moment of creation
was born in birth universe
all souls preconceived in God.
Eternal love for awaited child
universal longing expressed
in God’s preconceived creation.
'The concept, time is infinite and undefined'
flows into many universal truths as creation
laws in divine purpose free will consequences.
All humanity all races all born children
are fortunate to receive unconditional
love as God’s blessing in karma choices.
Quotation from the poem ‘Where Is The Time? ’ by Rekha Sathya.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Best Way To Liberation! (1)
As cage bird or imprisoned person we all live our life;
A soul in the body is like a prisoner in the prison here;
However joyful or sorrowful the life is freedom is bliss;
For which we all explore life, world, Nature and God!
Love makes man live in the world inspired by Nature;
Man knows love from Nature and lives better life;
Love of Art, beauty, Nature, music helps to live longer;
Due to love he lives family life far evolved from animals!
Fear is the opposing force of love perpetrated by animals;
Animals achieve all by the force of fear more than love;
But love of knowledge or education puts an end to fear
And knowledge by experience gives wisdom and culture!
Culture ennobles man from animals to live best life
As culture is best way of life based on best of acts
Covering best thoughts, best words and best deeds
Extensively satisfying all aspects of human activities!
Life is conscious existence enjoying bliss in the world;
Divine life is eternal conscious existence in bliss absolute!
Physical life is consciousness of soul powered by energy;
Divine life is consciousness of Universal Spirit everywhere!
Matter has evolved from energy powered by Universal Spirit;
Human body has time limit as all perishable commodities;
The soul within is the dropp of the Universal Soul everywhere,
That is the saturation or end point of all living souls here!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Park 'n go
as life lives in a part of profane world, the immortality of
soul, struggle the sting of death, in a boundless, limit of
earthly pleasure
like a crystal dropp of sweat, drain in every veins that
gives, each strength the mighty force to carry the weight
beyond its loads of flesh to reach where the soul sprouted
like Lilies of joy in my immortality of soul
life as we take is but, a journey of happiness, waiting where
the final destination it brings, for every life experienced lives
a memory to hold until, life comes to an end, of where it is just
a park and go as it would tell
make each moment to remember, for anything it would bring
is the one that the heart will live, until in heaven it depart, let
the wisdom of time comes, to see the dawning days that
my soul leaves my human body, for thy eternity cloth me, the
day of immortality where a continuous life of an endless free
all will come to witness, that everything in heaven and on earth
will come to an end, for the endless beginning, is the perfection
of creation that, the supreme Lord of the universe, reveals the
completeness light of eternity
as mankind, come and go, park 'n go, the universe has just leads
us to the right direction of where, the path of salvation await our
soul to live.... a final destination with God
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Traveling
Entering the Springtime of my life years ago
Myriads of emotions sprinkled with bouts of woe
Tested my metal and kept me sway
As I traveled a journey toward The Way.
Little did I know in the heat of the Summer
Eventually I would surmount as an overcomer
Obstacles of draughts and fires that charred my soul
As I traveled a journey toward The Goal.
As the Autumn of my life came and went
I pondered if prior seasons were well spent
Resolving to focus on others, myself as least
I now traveled a journey toward the Banquet Feast.
Now in the Wintertime of my Salvific traveling
Avenues of serenity are oft pitted by graveling
Step by stoney step I mount the steep climb
Traveling the journey toward a Heaven sublime.
© Mel Patterson,1-3-11
poem by Mel Patterson
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When autumn arrives
When autumn arrives
Leaves fall
The tree looks lonely
Loses its beauty
Unable to do anything
Against nature’s
Authority
Life faces the same agony
Old age reduces
Strength and energy
Everybody starts
Seeing end of life’s journey
Wrinkles appear
Senses slowly disappear
Helplessness is visible
Support becomes essential
Every soul keeps thinking
When shall god
Exercise his authority
And
End the journey
Turns life into memory
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Hope Christ Gives
Many may sorrow and may grieve, but, all those who truly believe,
Have a hope beyond this place, a hope provided by God’s Grace,
When at the passing of a soul, from the earth, they become whole,
And now in Heaven and at peace, in life with God that won’t cease.
Passing from earth, filled with sins, pure life in Heaven now begins,
As the soul enters into Eternal Life; all those who trust Jesus Christ,
And Born of God, from above, as they accepted the Savior’s Love,
When He died at Calvary for them, so that they could be born again.
Made alive in Christ, never to die, though a body before us may lie,
That body is only an earthly tent, while their soul, to Heaven is sent,
To a world that they’ve never seen, a place totally pure and pristine,
Where they shall be the same, but, absent of all struggles and pain.
Now absent of all worry and fears, there’s no more crying and tears;
We may be weeping at their death, but they now have eternal breath,
They’re living now to die no more, having begun to live forevermore,
Where there will be no more night, with the Lamb being all their Light.
This Eternal Hope is for all of us, who accept as Savior Christ Jesus,
This is a Hope for all of those, who know over death Christ has rose,
This future Hope for us is assured, when we know The Lamb as Lord,
Though He died, Christ now lives; this is that Hope, our Savior gives.
(Copyright ©01/2011)
Aurobindo 62 Savitri Book 3
An appreciation on Savitri-
Book 3-The Book of the Divine Mother
Canto III: The House of the Spirit and the New Creation
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's
'Overpowered were form and memory's limiting line;
The covering mind was seized and torn apart; '
'The one Consciousness that made the world was seen; '
'All now was luminosity and force.'
'The separate being could no more be felt; '
'Transcended was the human formula; '
'His seeking mind ceased in the Truth that knows; '
'Sense failed in that tremendous lucency; '
'The last movement died and all at once grew still.'
'A weight that was the unseen Transcendent's hand
Laid on his limbs the Spirit's measureless seal,
Infinity swallowed him into shoreless trance.'
'There is the stable force of all that moves; '
And that's the solatium spirit's all endeavour rests
'There only reigns the spirit's motionless power
Poised in itself through still eternity'
'A universal Force awaited, mute,
The veiled Transcendent's ultimate decree.
Then suddenly there came a downward look.'
'A Bliss, a Light, a Power, a flame-white Love
'Caught all into a sole immense embrace;
Existence found its truth on Oneness' breast
And each became the self and space of all.'
Bliss is that not to interrupt any word here....
'The great world-rhythms were heart-beats of one Soul,
To feel was a flame-discovery of God,
All mind was a single harp of many strings,
All life a song of many meeting lives;
For worlds were many, but the Self was one.
This knowledge now was made a cosmos' seed: '.....
............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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Only dead dreams can bring her back
Buried, beneath the ground so deep
no soul on earth can find,
I buried the only woman I loved
in her grave and in my mind.
But she's on her way to heaven now,
to be with him tonight.
She's on her way to heaven
after he took her from my life!
To be his loving angel!
forever in his arms.
In all her satin shrouds,
she yearns to be with God!
But on her way to heaven,
she pauses just a while.
On her way to heaven
she remembers one last time!
that in my mind she lives forever!
in every memory she never died! ,
..........on her way to heaven
my wife will come back in my dreams tonight.
We've Had It All
There ain't a road that we ain't traveled
Good times and bad both great and small
And when it seemed it all would come unraveled
We held each other and we stood tall.
And all my dreams are still about you
You're still the answer I need when I call
While some may say in life that they had nothing
You and I girl, we've had it all.
Never imagined when I first met you
That our love would last so long
The fire still burns each time I touch you
The strength inside you has made me strong.
And all my dreams are still about you
You're still the answer I need when I call
While some may say in life that they had nothing
You and I girl, we've had it all.
We've let nothing come between us
We've stood the cold hard test of time
Vows we've made we've never broken
Oh, 'cause I've cherished yours, you've cherished mine
I can't remember my life without you
Our hearts together have made us whole
When we complete our final journey
I'll have your spirit, you'll have my soul.
'Cause you and I girl, we've had it all...
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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Fair Peacock
Flamboyantly clad,
Feathers arranged in an astonishing
array of colours,
distinctively seen,
brightest of all,
and uniquely adorned for
a century's wedlock in
a bird's haven.
That is I, the Peacock.
The angel with elegance that you
crave for.
An epitome of standards coveted by
models fair.
Endowed by nature with neither
mascara nor lipstick.
But having features elusive that
pageants in a lifetime ache for.
poem by Joseph C Ogbonna (19 March 2018)
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Factus Illac Lacrimosus
Caliginous, of long mane, maid beckons
as white sea birds dive in airy orbits,
and hazy horizons breathe, on eons,
resplendent she is! my soul transmits.
Thus, all advents of my previous lives
seek out for poetic streams, conflate,
white bluish colors, and dreams to guise,
benign oracle, to honor you and oblate.
The sea, I said, my soul, dimly effuses
to love you in ethereal transmittance,
I disinherit my years in Hades pastures,
accord of Elysian notes, a Deus stance.
The sea-gulls fly above, an obsequious
ocean behavior, so you, a memory fragile,
made solitude my companionship frivolous,
the flights fictitiously, my dreams beguile.
I recall our summer time, eons before,
gallivant feast to surmise dreams lost...
- A cry of yours, a dark mantle you wore,
factus illac lacrimosus, of my way foremost.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Journey Of Life
The journey of life begins
when we are born,
and ends when we die,
but it is the years in between,
that matter the most.
Within those years our character,
is born and thrives.
The way we live our lives,
and the way
we web our lies.
The good we do to others,
the hurt we all retain,
and sacrifices that we make,
and the mistakes
in which we partake.
The love we give,
so freely,
expecting nothing in return.
The honour of our lives,
that so brightly burns.
The wrong roads we walk,
but the right roads we choose,
the hands we hold out,
for helping,
so glad they are not refused.
The journey of life
is the one we walk,
and the choices we all make,
each and every day,
are there waiting for us on our judgement day.
poem by David Harris
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Wild Eyes
As I sit here now
In the throne of my becoming
Numb with cold
And old with age.
Each page fresh
A life anew and breathing.
I feel at ease,
At one with the soul of the world forgiving
Living the moment
Within each movement in expression.
Each day I re arrange what it is to be so real
Never as I think and always as I feel.
Forever will it be such golden a dream
Such distant star moving silent silver gleams
Forever yet never to know
What the movements really mean.
Am I to forget myself in the memory ever loosing?
Am I to loose myself in the decision forever choosing?
Strange emotions stir
Wild eyes.
I feel the demon rising
So slow it stirs at first
The memory of the mountain within the serpents curse
Virgins mounds, unfound fantasies
Dance this night of mystery
Fall into the arms of twilight
Embrace the night as it finds you.
poem by David Lacey
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Hunting Soul
Each thought I imagine
My essence dissipate
The hunting soul stalks
Its action I reciprocate
Internally I die
Into life's abyss
A prey to my soul
A soul that does not exist
My soul, a mirror
A mirror of fantasy
I stare with fear
At no reality
No soul has soul
Accept for chemistry
Imagine I dream
A specious casuistry
My soul hunts me
A prey to my own creation
To thou I pray
For thy soul's haven
Hope I believe
Faith hoping with me
That beauty I love
Is beauty I absolutely see
In God, its spirit
the soul is divined
With no chemistry
But soul art I finally entwined
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Aurobindo 61 Savitri Book 3
An appreciation on Savitri-
Book 3-The Book of the Divine Mother
Canto III: The House of the Spirit and the New Creation
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's
'A mightier task remained than all he had done.'
'A strength he sought that was not yet on earth,
Help from a Power too great for mortal will,
The light of a Truth now only seen afar,
A sanction from his high omnipotent Source.'
'A veiled collaboration with the Night
Even in himself survived and hid from his view: '
That's the tricky magic of the Absolute...
'All Nature's recondite spaces were stripped bare,
All her dim crypts and corners searched with fire
Where refugee instincts and unshaped revolts
Could shelter find in darkness' sanctuary
Against the white purity of heaven's cleansing flame.'
'The more its abysses we insist to sound,
The more it stretches, stretches endlessly.'
So what could be to resolve to solve...
'A last and mightiest transformation came.'
'His being, spread to embrace the universe,
United the within and the without
To make of life a cosmic harmony,
An empire of the immanent Divine.'
'He felt the joy of others as his joy,
He bore the grief of others as his grief; '
All lumped into the bliss of the soul...
'His universal sympathy upbore,
Immense like ocean, the creation's load
As earth upbears all beings' sacrifice,
Thrilled with the hidden Transcendent's joy and peace.'
'One grew the Spirit's secret unity,
All Nature felt again the single bliss.'....
............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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Aurobindo 39-Savitri-Book -2
An appreciation on Savitri
Book II The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds
Canto VI The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Life
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's
'This world is her long journey through the night,
The suns and planets lamps to light her road,
Our reason is the confidante of her thoughts,
Our senses are her vibrant witnesses.'
There drawing her signs from things half true, half false,
She labours to replace by realised dreams
The memory of her lost eternity.'
Yes, truth is half true-half false...an enigmatic dogma
'These are her deeds in this huge world-ignorance:
Time is her road of endless pilgrimage.
One mighty passion motives all her works.
Her eternal Lover is her action's cause; '
Her will is to shut God into her works
And keep him as her cherished prisoner
That never they may part again in Time.'
Her action-nucleus, the sole seed of the cosmic Banyan..
'A sumptuous chamber of the spirit's sleep
At first she made, a deep interior room,
Where he slumbers as if a forgotten guest.
But now she turns to break the oblivious spell,
Awakes the sleeper on the sculptured couch; '
'Across a luminous dream of spirit-space
She builds creation like a rainbow bridge
Between the original Silence and the Void.'
'A net is made of the mobile universe;
She weaves a snare for the conscious Infinite.
'There every thought and feeling is an act,
And every act a symbol and a sign,
And every symbol hides a living power'
'Mobile Universe'...a phrase supra-sublime...
............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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In God's Horizon
it is in God's horizon that all are equal, regardless, of faith, sex, religion, race, even in our decision of where to end our lives our belief, has always been there to reminds the, thirsts of our soul, to a dream of dreams and a hope against hope, that this journey is worth to
live by
the immortal of soul is the only key we hold, to reach what is life everlasting, what we are today is not what we will bring us in life after death, it is our heart, our faith, our being one, our genuineness of belief, that would leads us to the beginning of life
the trust in our soul, woven with forgiveness, weaken God's wrath, that the harmony of a sinner and the giver of life, all things will be judged accordingly, in God's mercy, witness by our very own soul, when time has come to an end, death is certain and life final direction is on the horizon, be sure that in the moment of silence, whisper your soul that, in your heart
..... ' your happy in the company of angels singing hymn of praise with God of which you know Him '... in your soul and want to live through out Eternity.... in God's Horizon
poem by Antonio Liao
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Common Language
Common Language
The common language of Earth and galaxies everywhere,
is Soul Language, which sentient beings all do share.
Share their thoughts about conflict and strife,
bring back “peace” and end killing of life.
Life of course cannot die,
but can be needs to be respected, cherished and not denied.
Like Peter of Galilee,
was speaking Soul Language to 1,000 people times 3.
They all knew what he had said,
Pilgrims followed the teachings in which they were lead,
and became followers of The Way,
teachings for daily living of Jesus on that Pentecost Sunday.
Now nations of Earth can speak from a common ground,
hear the purist voice in the purist form without a sound.
Soul language has the presence of the divine,
it’s wisdom is used in Soul Language all the time.
Soul language can heal the conflict of the nations
Of Earth, make had a new world view in it’s rebirth.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 19,2011
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To articulate what is past does not mean to recognize "how it really was." It means to take control of a memory, as it flashes in a moment of danger. For historical materialism it is a question of holding fast to a picture of the past, just as if it had unexpectedly thrust itself, in a moment of danger, on the historical subject. The danger threatens the stock of tradition as much as its recipients. For both it is one and the same: handing itself over as the tool of the ruling classes. In every epoch, the attempt must be made to deliver tradition anew from the conformism which is on the point of overwhelming it. For the Messiah arrives not merely as the Redeemer; he also arrives as the vanquisher of the Anti-christ. The only writer of history with the gift of setting alight the sparks of hope in the past, is the one who is convinced of this: that not even the dead will be safe from the enemy, if he is victorious. And this enemy has not ceased to be victorious.
quote by Walter Benjamin
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