Maiden, your simplicity, like the blueness of the lake, reveals your depth of truth.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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A Chinese Takeaway - for David with thanks
The ancient sage, beset with too many thoughts
for one human lifetime,
chooses carefully the place to sit
beside the lake,
under the even more ancient twisted pine
with the view of distant cliffs
where the stork’s cry echoes;
gathers his thoughts.
Out of mercy,
the breeze gently ruffles the surface
of the lake;
the sage, reminded by the ripples
of the stillness of the lake,
smiles from a mind that’s now the lake
reflecting the blueness of the sky;
reflects, beyond the blue,
the space in which immortals live.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Veiled Scenes Behind The Sun
Perceived glimpses cast emotions
Perceptions give glimpses
Wrapped in a draped veil
Cupped hands you hold out with discretion
An offering of vagueness
When a turning sun reveals
Truth maybe scant but
Concealing the obvious is obvious
When a turning sun reveals
Eyes meeting eyes are not insincere
When the turning sun reveals
A pall fades behind the dark side
Truth in abstention drapes around me
It revolves then evolves
Bending the beating heart
When a turning sun reveals
When the turning sun turns
There is dimness, there is luminosity
Aspirations and bleakness
For all this disappears behind the sun gloaming
poem by Eric Von Rohr
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Fake An Amnesia
When a truth spoken,
Reveals overwhelming opposition...
There 'is' an alternative one can take.
Keep a truth known protected,
Not to be exposed,
In places where delusion is the main event.
And celebrated on a regular basis.
It pays first for one to be observant,
To that which is highly regarded.
No matter what temptations present themselves,
To tease with a going against the grain...
Of what is accepted and cherished as tradition.
When a truth spoken,
Reveals overwhelming opposition...
There 'is' an alternative one can take.
Fake an amnesia!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth Resides Not In The World: Stream Of Consciousness
insight beyond opinion facts knowledge true or false is revealed
time corrective sometimes or by direct or indirect revelation from God... where is truth? Truth resides not in the world but with God. Only God knows reveals truth stripping away the mask the stage props falsehoods
of the world only when and as God sees fit. None have absolute insight...
into truth beyond the plans falsehoods manipulations of the present world system of greed and state government global manipulation of facts truth except when God reveals truth to any God may choose as God chooses
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Original draft stream of consciousness version of ‘Truth Resides Not In The World But With God’. March 13.3.2011 at 1: 12pm.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sad But The Truth Is On
There are too many bold,
Sad but the truth is on.
And too may all-knowing for their teachers.
Sad but the truth is on.
And they say their teachers can't teach,
Or read, or write to them...
On their lowered levels.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Many never knew about a hug to touch.
Sad but the truth is on.
There's just too many needing loving.
Sad but the truth is on.
And they don't believe a lesson taught to them,
Reveals and begins to grow to show.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad about the truth!
The truth for so many has gone.
It's so sad to see it...
Nonexisting.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.
It's sad about the truth,
Today!
For so many that truth is gone.
It's so sad today...
That,
People sit back to watch it too!
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.
Everybody's talking about a fairness.
But nothing there is fair.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
And,
Everything once fair there is gone.
'Cause nothing in the air is fair there!
Everybody's talking about a fairness.
But nothing there is fair.
And,
Everything once fair there is gone.
Because nothing in the air is fair,
There!
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Everything once fair there is gone.
Because nothing in the air is fair,
There!
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's a long and lonely,
Sentimental journey.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's a long and lonely,
Sentimental journey.
Sad but the truth is on.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kate Kearney
WHY doth the maiden turn away
From voice so sweet, and words so dear?
Why doth the maiden turn away
When love and flattery woo her ear?
And rarely that enchanted twain
Whisper in woman's ear in vain.
Why doth the maiden leave the hall?
No face is fair as hers is fair,
No step has such a fairy fall,
No azure eyes like hers are there.
The maiden seeks her lonely bower,
Although her father's guests are met;
She knows it is the midnight hour,
She knows the first pale star is set,
And now the silver moon-beams wake
The spirits of the haunted Lake.
The waves take rainbow hues, and now
The shining train are gliding by,
Their chieftain lifts his glorious brow,
The maiden meets his lingering eye.
The glittering shapes melt into night;
Another look, their chief is gone,
And chill and gray comes morning's light,
And clear and cold the Lake flows on;
Close, close the casement, not for sleep,
Over such visions eyes but weep.
How many share such destiny,
How many, lured by fancy's beam,
Ask the impossible to be,
And pine, the victims of a dream.
poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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Courage and Nerve
There is much more depth,
Than what those have selected to project.
Much more than you suspect,
That reveals an introspectiveness.
There is much beneath the surface.
And upon your research this you will observe.
Some of it serves an embitteredness.
And a lot of it takes courage and nerve.
There is much more depth,
Than what those have selected to project.
Much more than you suspect,
That reveals an introspectiveness.
There is nothing hidden.
Or begged to be forgiven.
There is nothing exposed stripped of reality.
If a pain is expressed it is felt and believed.
There is much beneath the surface.
And upon your research this you will observe.
Some of it serves an embitteredness.
And a lot of it takes courage and nerve.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truth Resides Not In The World But With God
Insight beyond opinion
facts knowledge true
or false is revealed time
corrective realities
or direct or indirect
revelation from God?
Where is truth?
Truth resides
not in the world
but with God.
Only God knows
ultimate truth
reveals truth
stripping away
plywood mask
multiple layers
thin layers
compressed
glued together
at right angles
are laid layers
stage props
falsehoods
stripped away
world shadows
only time when
as divine God
sees deems fit.
None have absolute
insight into truth
beyond plans
falsehoods
manipulations
of plywood present
world system
of greed of state
government
global manipulation
of facts truth
except when God
reveals such truth
to any omnipotent
omnipresent
omnibenevolent
omniscient God
may choose.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Song Of Life
Sing not of Rest
For heart, or brain, or the strong soul’s emotion
Beneath the shadow of Eternal peace!
There is no rest in Nature or surcease
Of Law, and Labour, in unceasing motion.
Sing not of Rest!
Sing not of Peace
On earth, or in the realms beyond our dreaming!
Progress and Retrogression all things draw
Within the edict of Eternal Law.
Search for the Real which lies beneath the Seeming.
Sing not of Peace
Sing thou of Toil,
Of toil that moulds to-day the larger morrow!
Move with stout heart on Life’s great battle-field
And wear the motto “Progress” on thy shield.
All that is best is won through toil and sorrow.
Sing thou of Toil!
Sing thou of Hope!
Of Hope that lights the world to strong endeavour!
Height beyond height but loftier summits show,
Depth beneath depth reveals a depth below.
Choose thou the best. There is no resting ever.
Sing thou of Hope!
Sing thou of Truth!
That which alone can stand when all is sifted;
That which Humanity in pain and tears
Has sought with patient toil through myriad years,
Till thou shalt see with radiant face uplifted
Eternal Truth.
poem by George Essex Evans
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Dead.
Dead and yet
not forgotten
reminded of that summer
when she said
you see that tree
on that small island
in the lake?
yes you replied
taking in her eyes
that look outwards
the blueness
the brightness
and her hand
reaching out
for yours
glad of her presence
there alive
out of doors
and now knowing
she's gone
to some other place
maybe spiritual
out of sight
where none can see.
poem by Terry Collett
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Our life is frittered away by detail. An honest man has hardly need to count more than his ten fingers, or in extreme cases he may add his ten toes, and lump the rest. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity!
Henry David Thoreau in Walden, or Life in the woods
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Who Named Mother
the order of God arrived
the Angles rushed side by side
to collect the blueness of sky
to mingle the coldness of air
to gather the softness of blossoms
to fetch the depth of sea
to unite the warmth of the hunter-of-the east
to bring the speed of river
and cram them all togather
for the person who was to be created
who named mother
poem by Gule Rukhsar
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True Joy Everlasting
Spelling out the word joy reveals,
A truth of how hurts turn to heals.
Let’s not self centered fret and pout,
Just follow commandment laid out.
“J” first and foremost, the beginning,
Just as Jesus is without any ending.
First in all we think or what is done,
One for all and truly all for the One.
“O” second in importance we see,
Putting others before me has to be.
Serving one another brings gladness,
Replacing worldly accrued sadness.
“Y” we see the very last of the three,
Last you must be to start eternal glee.
Selfishness brings heartache and pain,
But this path leads to Kingdom’s gain.
In great simplicity Wisdom cries out,
Yet there remains deafness all about.
Here joy has been spelled out for you,
Now you may receive or bid it adieu!
poem by Joseph Blitch
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A Soul Dies
Sky overcast, moon was sad.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
Who killed the bird in morning rain?
Ashes were sent to the lake.
A hidden slaughterman did not die.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
The good old name now spells the doom.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
I will call you in pitch-dark night.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
Ascending gods have ruined my life.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
A child was stolen from a mother’s bed.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
poem by Satish Verma
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poem by David Keig
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On the Outside People are Pretty
On the outside people are pretty,
But on the inside they are ugly,
On the outside people talk deeply,
But on the inside they are shallow,
On the outside people are tall,
But on the inside they are small,
On the outside people are charming,
But on the inside they are withdrawn,
On the outside people are sweet,
But on the inside they are sour,
On the outside people are loving,
But on the inside they are judging,
On the outside people are open,
But on the inside they are divided,
On the outside people are happy,
But on the inside they are empty.
The inner and outer worlds must be balanced,
In order to achieve authenticity,
The inner and outer worlds must be synchronised,
In order to achieve equanimity.
For the truth creates simplicity,
And simplicity removes the tension,
For the truth creates clarity,
And clarity removes the complication.
Speaking truth, hearing truth, living truth,
Balances the inner and outer realities,
Making it possible to live an extraordinary life,
Free from tension, complication and duality.
poem by Jasdeep Hari Bhajan Singh Khalsa
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We Are The Realities...
we do not deny the greenness of
grass the blueness of the clouds
the airiness of space the silence of
the world
we conceive them we think
we reflect we are the mirrors
and through us they must speak
through us they must live
that greenness, blueness, that air,
that space
when we are gone what do they have?
ah, they are nothing
they turn into nothing
we bear them in the basket of our thoughts
when the basket is broken
they too are broken
for who can tell that the flower has bloomed
except our mouths
when this mouth turns to ask
no Phoenix shall from ashes
rise...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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(V - 2009) The Truth of the Truth
The Sages and Seers
That be and have been
Cannot have seen
The truth of the Truth!
What they see as Truth
Is Truth merely
It’s not really
The truth of the Truth!
The Ultimate Truth
Cannot be known
We aren’t that grown –
The truth of the Truth!
We’re part of the Truth
We’re trying to see
We’re yet so tiny –
The truth of the Truth!
Though hard and great
The pains we give
We cannot outlive
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to you once
Remains not the same
So changing the game –
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to a man
Is not Truth to all
That’s what we call
The truth of the Truth!
These thoughts as I pen
It’s Truth to me
It’s to me only
The truth of the Truth!
Sonnet LXVI
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill,
And simple truth miscalled simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
poem by William Shakespeare (1609)
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To arrange words
To arrange words
In some order
Is not the same thing
As the inner poise
That's poetry.
The truth of poetry
Is the truth
Of being.
It's an experience
Of truth.
No ornaments
Survive
A crucible.
Fire reveals
Only molten
Gold.
Says Tuka
We are here
To reveal.
We do not waste
Words.
poem by Sant Tukaram
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