It is above all the valorizing of the present that requires emphasizing. The simple fact of existing, of living in time, can comprise a religious dimension. This dimension is not always obvious, since sacrality is in a sense camouflaged in the immediate, in the "natural" and the everyday. The joy of life discovered by the Greeks is not a profane type of enjoyment: it reveals the bliss of existing, of sharing — even fugitively — in the spontaneity of life and the majesty of the world. Like so many others before and after them, the Greeks learned that the surest way to escape from time is to exploit the wealth, at first sight impossible to suspect, of the lived instant.
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Who Am I to Deny It Promise?
If I am not living my life today...
With the fulness that I should,
To be left feeling betrayed.
Then everyday I have lived my life,
Has been invalidated.
If I can say,
I am not living my life today.
I am dreamless without hope.
I give empty reasons to mope!
I am a vacant shell...
Existing in a hell I've created.
If I am not living my life today!
Where did I store those memories?
When did any happiness come to leave?
Why am I not pleased...
With anything that comes my way?
If I can say,
I am not living my life today!
And I breathe just to witness my breath...
Fade away into a nothingness.
If I am not living my life today...
What is this,
That IS!
And 'who' am I,
To deny 'it' promise?
Like a gift one receives...
Selfishly to leave unwrapped.
Can I honestly believe,
I am not worthy to do that?
If I am not living my life today...
Perhaps I should.
And unpack...
From sorrows deeply stacked.
Trapping my sight in darkness,
Without daylight I alone hold back.
If I am not living my life today...
With the fulness that I should,
To be left feeling betrayed.
Then everyday I have lived my life,
Has been invalidated.
And I know there is 'something' I value,
I can give!
To say 'that' is the reason,
I am here to live!
If I can remove myself...
To cast shadows,
Instead of finding an escape within them.
To live and let my life,
Be the one I have and learn to like!
Unfrightened.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Greeks Don't Want No Freaks
There was beer all over the dance floor
and the band was playin' rhythm and blues
You got down and did the gator, and half
an hour later, you were barfin' all over your
Girlfriend's shoes.
But the Greeks don't want no freaks.
The Greeks don't want no freaks
Just put a little smile on them rosy
cheeks,
'Cause the Greeks don't want no freaks.
(GATOR!!)
She was the pride and the passion of Dixie
She did exactly what her daddy had planned.
She was perfect little sister until somebody missed
her and they found her in the bushes with
the boys in the band
But the Greeks don't want no freaks
The Greeks don't want no freaks
So put a great big smile on them rosy cheeks,
'Cause the Greeks don't want no freaks
No, the Greeks don't want no freaks
Said, the Greeks don't want no freaks
Just put that monster smile on them rosy cheeks
'Cause the Greeks don't want no freaks
No, the Greeks don't want no freaks,
Ahh...
song performed by by Eagles
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The Greeks Dont Want No Freaks
There was beer all over the dance floor
And the band was playin rhythm and blues
You got down and did the gator, and half
An hour later, you were barfin all over your
Girlfriends shoes.
But the greeks dont want no freaks.
The greeks dont want no freaks
Just put a little smile on them rosy
Cheeks,
cause the greeks dont want no freaks.
(gator!!)
She was the pride and the passion of dixie
She did exactly what her daddy had planned.
She was perfect little sister until somebody missed
Her and they found her in the bushes with
The boys in the band
But the greeks dont want no freaks
The greeks dont want no freaks
So put a great big smile on them rosy cheeks,
cause the greeks dont want no freaks
No, the greeks dont want no freaks
Said, the greeks dont want no freaks
Just put that monster smile on them rosy cheeks
cause the greeks dont want no freaks
No, the greeks dont want no freaks,
Ahh...
song performed by by Eagles
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I am rediscovering the whole sexual dimension of life at the age of 86, really. And that also means discovering the feminine. So the whole of this dimension, which I had been seeking for a very long time, is now sort of opening itself up to me.
quote by Bede Griffiths
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Unquestioned Madness
An escape route from reality has been discovered.
Those cherishing their delusions,
Have come to sigh a breath of relief.
A last minute effort to smother them with truth...
Was discovered to be too cruel.
Too much of it on them released!
And too traumatic an event...
Causing the advent of a massive anxiety,
Carefully prevented.
'Sales revenue and holiday shoppers,
Must be protected!
They must not suspect...
A way of life lived is not accepted.
Shower them with Christmas scents,
And gifts to pick throughout all seasons.'
Fantasies have been extended...
With unlimited pretensions granted for all.
Accountability has been dismissed!
With permissions of accusations,
To inflict those innocent...
With encouragment.
And to become less appalled,
By those left in gutters crawling.
'Free coupons and rebates?
A momentary payoff for those being ripped off!
But kept flooded with delusions! '
This is the bliss that is wished by those sick!
And raising their voices to insist a boasting lift to this,
Unquestioned madness existing.
Is a quality of life needed,
To feed addictions to defend!
And nothing on Earth will keep their beliefs from them!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You can dream too
as creation shadow the past, reality becomes so
revealing to felt, the journey is sensing the end, the
start of a new and wonderful dimension of life
if the things you love most wonder in your midst, like
magic then the different is so intense than loosing your
own, senses in a most wandering things happened in
your life
life is made and level in many degrees, thats the
dimension we are created, it is like bubble that floats
in the midst air, and exploded when time will come
a matter of something that gives us the real meaning
of our existence, the essence of why, we, the you and
me have to grow in the most respected ways in this
given paradise
what then I, in any of your dream, do I existed in your
dimension, or just a pattern of footprints that the memories
of yesteryears remember me for you I am in love
may the love of the creator, wonder the dimension of
barrer, we build, and may those, barrier makes us
free, to reach our dreams to fulfill our destiny
then, let this be the beginning that, the dimensional level
you and me attain be the Parousia, where our spirit lifted to
the most high and receive the merit to step the unknown
of another dimension of life
.....Life is like a Dream.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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All Earthly Things End
All things on earth are but a mist, and every life is upon that list,
As life upon this earth is brief, regardless of your present belief,
Whether ten or a hundred years, truly the end of every life nears,
But, with more, still ahead for all, decided for every human soul.
There is a time beyond this world, a time by God to be unfurled,
When this time will be no more, we’ll be ushered in another door,
Into a new dimension and space, all determined by God’s Grace,
This time on earth has an end, but, time in Eternity all will spend.
Since the earth will be destroyed, Salvation has been employed,
By the very Creator of earth, through Jesus Christ and new birth,
Separation from God, no more, and much ahead will be in store,
For every person in this life, who comes to God, in Jesus Christ.
For all those who want not God, in Heaven above or on this sod,
In the end, they’ll see Him never, as separated from God forever,
Never to be confronted by men, sharing a need to be born again,
Forever completely out of sight, will be all images of God’s light.
Here there’s much to anticipate, as believers for the trumpet wait,
When there will be a convocation, to meet The Lord of Salvation.
Unbelievers too will see their desire, but from in the Lake of Fire,
Unless saved through Calvary, going from death to life Eternally.
(Copyright ©01/2009)
The fact is, that civilization requires slaves. The Greeks were quite right there. Unless there are slaves to do the ugly, horrible, uninteresting work, culture, and contemplation become almost impossible. Human slavery is wrong, insecure, and demoralizing. On mechanical slavery, on the slavery of the machine, the future of the world depends.
quote by Oscar Wilde
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The Republican form of government is the highest form of government: but because of this it requires the highest type of human nature, a type nowhere at present existing.
quote by Herbert Spencer
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We Are The Ghosts
Imagine we when we are awake,
that we are in another form of the dream state.
In fact we are and are not totally aware,
that we are in different dimension with no time and air.
We are a projection if you will,
perhaps a hologram that is never still.
Then when we go to sleep at night,
visit different souls we don’t see in daylight.
This is just as real, but our consciousness
can’t remember it by will.
So in essence we are already dead,
we are thinking this dimension is real instead.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Intersection of worlds
There’s hiding place between three intersecting worlds:
One is the Dreamland and we call Reality the other,
The third, the biggest, is Eternity. My sisters, brothers,
There’s no death in this time swirl,
While balancing between their gravities
You won’t find life about which to rave.
Inside the Time there is a cavity
Where “is” and “was” and “seems” are just the same,
There’s no opposition as “the existing” and “the non-existing”.
You’ll find just wisdom, sadness, and the solitude,
You’ll understand again earth’s sighs, trees’ whisper and wolf’s bristling.
You’ll realize that Evil is only inaptitude
Inherent to people incapable of love
And sharing world with others.
You’ll see Eternity, Reality and Dreamland
From outside and the inside at the same time.
They will be both alien and yours.
But you’ll be able to share with other people
Only vague memories when back to the Reality.
Hence – solitude and sadness.
poem by Victor Sklyarov
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0357 On not thinking about people you thought you loved
I’d been reading some poems with
– for the first time in my life that I remember –
‘a lump in my throat’; and a pricking in my eyes,
and a sense of the awesome power of that poet
and of poetry itself; and self-criticism
mixed up with envy, wishing I had
that sort of poetic power myself;
and it seemed to call for some sort of
formal acknowledgement of this,
some ritual of gratitude – not necessarily
the darkened room, the candle swaying gently,
the kneeling – but something inner that
was beyond selfishness, some worthy
sacrifice, surrender.
Perhaps, I thought, the thought
of that would have to suffice.
Then quite out of the blue – or so it seemed, but maybe not –
came this painful thought:
that never for a single moment – a single moment! –
in my life, had I ever given thought
to what my mother was like, living her life
before I was born
and I was overcome, stunned, appalled,
at the hugeness of my selfishness,
the smallness of my self-centred world
that I, who pride myself on my imagination,
lacked the imagination even to think of those I love and loved
as existing without me in the picture…
of course, there are photographs –
studio portraits, snaps,
solemn-faced groups with hockey sticks;
the pride of motherhood;
and yet I’d looked at all those without
really thinking of her being her;
but, where to start? The young girl
as her life slowly formed around her?
the teenage dreams; the hopes of marriage;
of giving a loving husband
the greatest living present she could give, and then
the two miscarriages before I arrived
to strut about my centre-stage?
It didn’t work.
and so I’m left with the stark, bare fact
to ponder at my leisure:
I never for a moment thought
of my mother existing as herself
without my being there.
And I thought I loved her, totally. So much
for love’s imagination.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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We had entered this world from dreams
We had entered this world from dreams
Into the Reality.
We accepted this world as real,
As the existing thing, as a given thing...
The fairy world, at the same time - simple...
The world wholly filled, the world - empty...
Trying with the 'YES' proof
To describe the Eternity...
Trying with the 'NO' denial
To escape the Eternity's eccentricity...
poem by Lyudmila Purgina
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In Between Those Moments Gone
In between those moments gone,
And those wished to be...
I finally realized,
I can not continue to analyze my life.
It has to be lived.
In the time given I am living it!
This life!
My life.
And right I wanted it.
Free of tricks and traps.
No more patience could I give to that!
In between those moments gone,
And those wished to be...
I had to let go!
From the redoing of the 'what ifs'.
And the sitting with emotions reminisced,
To feel them still existing.
'Something' had to end.
I knew it was 'my' resisting.
And...
In between those moments gone,
I learned how to begin to believe...
In me!
And severing myself away from conflict,
Was no longer a question welcomed to visit.
It became my duty.
My reality.
To free my soul.
In between those moments gone,
And those wished to be...
I knew I had to maintain and hold onto my dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What More?
Pain of this life is so difficult to digest
Feelings of pain just increase in their dimensions
Measuring pain is next to being impossible
Sorrow, is just another word for pain
Although, when pain turns into suffering
Then the dimension of life achieves a totally different meaning
Since, life sometimes requires a healer in it
So that even the most painful of feelings, just fade away
Though, in my life pain never heals
As the sorrow just increases
Till, I actually start to torture myself
That is why I am so used to being hurt and being worn
What more can I say?
poem by Rohit Sapra
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All The World
All the world's forgiving the change is all around
And people everywhere have seen the light in what they've found
It's a happy place in the human race
When all our lives are lived forgiving
All the world's for living when love is what you find
Despair and loneliness you've got to leave them far behind
Tell the clouds to go let the feeling show
It's great when life is full of living
Everyone's aware they know to change the world we've got to care
And people all should know should have happened long ago
Or could it be that I just now found out
Life is meant to share and it means the same thing everywhere
Living everyday, helping people on their way
Cause sometimes life gives everyone some doubts
Can I have time? Is it right what I feel?
At times I doubt what I normally know is real
But right now I don't know what to do
And it's all because of you
I could tell you if I knew that you'd believe
As slight and elusive as life sometimes is
Right or wrong as we both know we all can be
I could never have denied that I need you by my side
'Cause without you life don't seem that much to me
I can see an old man cry, it's his time to die
And life no longer gives him any breaks
He hasn't got a home, no one to call his own
Still he tells no one that it is more than he can take
When the time is so unkind, an empty future plays in your mind
When the darkness cries out to you, can you escape it?
What can you do?
All the world's forgetting the hate that filled our hearts
The times of selfish reasoning that keeps all apart
This world was meant to share, let them know you care
By making someone's life worth living
All the world's believing that this felling's got to stay
till all the world is living
till all the world is giving
till all the world is loving every day
song performed by by Kansas
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Dimension Merge
For us the past has gone and the present moves on
into the yesterday of a future’s present time.
Despite living in the future’s past this will not last,
present and future will very soon combine.
Future or dimension, to some a misapprehension,
but they are one in the same.
If there’s more than one, they will follow on
to leave one, with it’s present name.
On merging we’ll realise we’ve no future to recognise,
and the past and present is all we’ll know.
The past will still be renewed, with each day used,
but the future will mean only tomorrow.
poem by Orlando Belo
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There Is Something Different To The World Tonight (Rondine)
There is something different to the world tonight,
something that changes mere existing,
that with its essence reaches out to everything,
that brings joy that happens out of sight;
I see some stars dazed others shining bright,
hear bats, some owls that are fluttering.
There is something different,
and life feels great everything is alright
I wonder what strange thing is happening,
but then your presence gives me the feeling,
brings to my life some bliss and delight,
there is something different…
poem by Gert Strydom
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Thanks for Photographing me
thanks for photographing me
because it puts a perspective to me
my sense of things, my face, my smile
and i love the black and white because
they give that extra dimension colours
could never do, a dimension the world
could actually sink into to help our mind
focus on the realities of things, a hand,
a diamond, a lip, a cluster of tears and love
your mind helps define the relationships
they become so much closer to you
thanks for photographing me
because it puts a perspective into me
perspectives that otherwise are eaten up
by the passage of time, and the nonchalance
of the world and my own senses of myself
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The question our century puts before us is: is it possible to regain the lost dimension, the encounter with the Holy, the dimension which cuts through the world of subjectivity and objectivity and goes down to that which is not world but is the Mystery of the Ground of Being.
quote by Paul Tillich
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