Poetry for the soul
NothingEverything
Posted 3/21/2006 11:14 PM (#323)
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i just wanted to start a thread where people can put down some of there own poetry or someone elses poetry that has touched them and they would like to share.here is one i wrote some years ago, it was meant to sound mundane and unappealing.

with no beginning,
and no end,
where are we?
we are.
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Guitar Girl
Posted 3/23/2006 6:36 PM (#326 - in reply to #323)
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That is sort of like a zen koan, NothingEverything! A simple four line poem that is meant to make the spiritual seeker contemplate its meaning. Great idea, starting a thread on poetry! Thanx for thinking of it! I write a lot of poetry and of course there are so few outlets besides an open mic to share it!

Here's a little poetry of mine...

Stillness swallows my mind,
and I lose my place in time,
Wind blows through my soul,
and says what can't be told,
My heart opens to the sky,
and takes my inner sight,
into the place where I live
into the place where I give,

the place where I never die...
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Guest
Posted 3/25/2006 4:55 AM (#329 - in reply to #323)
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hey GG,
that was an absolutely beautiful poem! breathtaking!
i dont know what else to say, it met me on a different level.
thank you so much for sharing that with us, i look very forward to some of your others!
here is one by Matsuo Basho that catched my heart.

Dying cricket,
how full of life,
his song.
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NothingEverything
Posted 3/26/2006 7:19 AM (#332 - in reply to #323)
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Here is another one that touches my heart when i read it, it was written by a butcher many many years ago in japan who lost himself while butchering animals and suddenly attained enlightenment through his still mind, this was written right after he was awakened, this is also his first poem.

Just yesterday the soul of a demon,
This morning, the face of a bodhsavvta,
a demon, a bodhsavvta...
there is no difference.



Edited by NothingEverything 3/26/2006 7:21 AM
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NothingEverything
Posted 3/27/2006 8:26 AM (#336 - in reply to #323)
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heres another one, sorry i hog this thread...

light works best in the dark,
dark works best in the light,
round and round they go,
in a waltz,
that never ends.
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Laura Phillips
Posted 3/27/2006 7:44 PM (#337 - in reply to #323)
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Hey nothingeverything! You are welcome to hog the thread if you keep posting such gems! Love the sharing you offer!
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NothingEverything
Posted 3/29/2006 7:32 AM (#341 - in reply to #323)
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here is another one i wrote when i was younger,

Clouds don't care,
where the wind takes them,
neither do I...
let the rain pour where it will.
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NothingEverything
Posted 5/3/2006 7:52 AM (#382 - in reply to #323)
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the greatest things gone sourest,
by their deeds.
lillies that fester smell far worst than weeds.
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Guest
Posted 5/3/2006 3:26 PM (#383 - in reply to #323)
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Was that by Shakespeare?
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Guest
Posted 5/3/2006 3:29 PM (#384 - in reply to #323)
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It was! Here's the whole thing if anyone would like it:

They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None

They that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow;
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others but stewards of their excellence.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

Very nice. Thanks Nothing. Very nice sonnet indeed.
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guest
Posted 5/8/2006 12:11 PM (#394 - in reply to #323)
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To nothing. I really like the poem about the clouds. it made me smile. How old were you when you wrote that?
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NothingEverything
Posted 5/11/2006 10:05 AM (#398 - in reply to #394)
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to the first person, thats right! it is shakespeare, it comes from his book of sonnets, it is very inspireing to me, that whole book is really, and i was 17 when i wrote that poem about the drifting clouds.
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NothingEverything
Posted 5/11/2006 10:18 AM (#399 - in reply to #323)
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here is a nice one by Matsuo Basho,
the thing about haiku is, it may seem mundane to the reader at first, but the beauty of the poetry is the disattachment of the poet from the poetry, it is meant to be a very pure, moment, a capturing of a certain moment in time. Haiku should more be felt then read, they are very short, but the say so much.

banana leaves hanging
around my hut-
must be moon-viewing.
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Aquarius
Posted 10/18/2006 1:00 PM (#1069 - in reply to #323)
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THE NOTHING-PEOPLE...Have you heard of the nothing-people?
They do not lie, but they do not tell the truth;
They do not take, but they do not give either;
They neither steal nor stop a thief;
They do not rock the boat, and never pull an oar;
They will not drag you down, but always let you draw them -
And should the effort kill you, it’s tough luck on you.
They do not hurt you, but they refuse to help;
They do not hate you, but they cannot love you either;
They will not burn you, but happily fiddle, while you burn;
And they never volunteer for anything.

Do you know what they are?
They are the sins of omission folks:
Spiritual voids, neither good nor bad,
They stand still and stagnate.
Because they never risk anything,
They neither learn nor grow!
At least, the good keep trying,
And the bad in their own way, work just as hard,
But at least both are based on action and conviction.
So, please God, send me either a sinner or a Saint,
And protect me against the nothing-people.
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Aquarius
Posted 10/28/2006 10:05 AM (#1127 - in reply to #323)
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I AM …
I am not the picture on my passport;
I am not my qualifications or  titles;
I am not the stories that people spread about me;
I am not in the judgments of pointed fingers or facts of any kind;
I cannot be put into numbers, labels, or types and orders;
I am not in knowing and cannot be known by knowledge of mind;
To experience and meet me as who I truly am
You can only find out
Through the knowledge within your heart;
It  alone knows how to love someone of its own kind ... I am an experience – a feeling, a wave and a vibration;
I can be a tear or a smile;
A flower, a tree or a butterfly;
The sea and the open sky;
Or the wind that caresses your hair;
I am what I love and also what I am afraid of within me;
I am me – anything and anyone I want to be ... Don’t tell me who I should be;
Don’t mention my limits, my scale, my size or who I can be.
Love me the way I am, as the experience that I am;
Give me the freedom and the space to be myself.
If you wish to know me, come towards me with a hug and a smile,
So I can recognise you.
Then share a caring word with me
And let me lead you to the place and the experience
That is ‘me’... Dolphin Heart
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elevennevele
Posted 11/11/2006 12:06 AM (#1181 - in reply to #323)
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When we talk about the witness in our verse,
we talk about you.
A pure heart and a noble demeanor
cannot compete with your radiant face.
They will ask you
what you have produced.
Say to them,
except for Love,
what else can a Lover produce?

Rumi

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steelie
Posted 11/18/2006 1:08 PM (#1194 - in reply to #1181)
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Morning Enlightenment


A Masterpiece in process,

Constructed while floating on the ocean,

A connection so vast

There is no beginning or end…

Yet the experience of love,

Total commitment to one’s own heart,

Greets the sun as it rises

And lights us all

In the glow of your morning smile…
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cause
Posted 1/6/2007 10:37 PM (#1325 - in reply to #323)
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Wars being fought
long and hard must eventualy come to the
table of peace.
No more vain-glory in ethics
Insted the true glory of release,
You need not be conqured in dark spaces
our dark and light can both know love.
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Elizabeth Ann
Posted 1/15/2007 7:04 PM (#1355 - in reply to #323)
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I love this one, it touched me I was in very difficult space

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you.
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by Knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And - which is more - you’ll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling 1865 - 1938
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asha
Posted 2/9/2007 7:03 PM (#1495 - in reply to #323)
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Sense vibrational nature of reality
Connect with multidimensionality
The all me
All time
All place connection
Is this the direction
To absolute divine perception?
How Now? Is the question
The souls ressurection
Infinite reflection
Gods mirror collection
No need for protection
No frauded election
No collective frustration
Just Pure Mind Creation
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steelie
Posted 2/21/2007 2:04 PM (#1541 - in reply to #1495)
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Your mind creation is pure elation
As your intentions flow, and we share where to go –

It’s an example you set,
That gives what you get,
That flow of love
You are made of.

The reflection you see
Both of you and of me
Gives shape to our work here
And strength to your work peer
As we reach to the world,
With courses and rhymes,
And work for the greater
In this most giving time…

With such gratitude
We connect with vibration
And no frustration
As we share your elation.
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mockingbird
Posted 2/27/2007 3:00 PM (#1547 - in reply to #323)
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hello all! I first want to thank NE for creating this poetry thread. I've read some fine words here and found a few inspirations along the way! I too enjoy writing poetry and will add my two cents to the thread! enjoy!

Strange Music

Sitting in yesterday
tommorow has vanished
and all that remains
is today
The potter has broken his wheel
and locked the doors
What strange music
now eminates
from his house

peace
mb

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mockingbird
Posted 3/14/2007 9:03 AM (#1563 - in reply to #323)
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whispers

You caught me
when I was not looking
your bewildering grace flooded my heart
and my soul
and I forgot my name
“beloved”
you whispered

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mockingbird
Posted 3/31/2007 11:44 AM (#1610 - in reply to #323)
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There are no more roads home
The Ocean whispers to the Mountain
Oh what secrets!

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loving
Posted 4/10/2007 8:30 PM (#1682 - in reply to #323)
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The Minimalist Thinker

Everyday a million thoughts are running through my head.
Of the bunch maybe a few thousand words are said.
Perhaps only a hundred are really understood.
And maybe ten of all those thoughts would do me any good.

Edited by loving 4/10/2007 8:40 PM
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Aquarius
Posted 4/14/2007 12:37 PM (#1707 - in reply to #323)
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MORNING PRAYER

Let me today do something that shall take
A little sadness from the world’s vast store.
And may I be so favoured as to make
Of joy’s too scanty sum a little more.
Let me not hurt, by any selfish deed
Or thoughtless word, the heart of foe or friend.
Nor would I pass, unseeing, worthy need,
Or sin by silence when I should defend.

However meagre be my worldly wealth,
Let me give something that shall aid my kind.
A word of courage, or a thought of health,
Dropped as I pass for troubled hearts to find.
Let me tonight look back across the span
‘Twixt dawn and dark, and to my conscience say
Because of some good act to beast or man
The world is better that I lived today.’

Ella Wheeler Wilcox, S.R.C.

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ongoingbattle
Posted 2/26/2008 11:28 AM (#3702 - in reply to #323)
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You were my light

I've been standing in the darkness
underneath this cozy light
It protects me from evil
and shelters me at night

It's rays have always blocked out
the strongest turrential rain
and through earthquake thunder
kept me smiling and sane

Friends come and friends go
but i have found my place
there's nowhere else i'd rather be
than in these heavenly rays

Happiness was aplenty
my grass was always greener
the water might as well been wine
the roses smelled much sweeter

The wind only blew gently
The raindrops were never cold
this perfect light was what i needed
I was confident and bold

but now the light has grown dim
i lose my way as it goes out
the luxurious comfort i once had
I must learn to live without

I should've known to just stay put
and been convicted on my own
But i wandered off into the night
to find a better home

and none of the other beacons
seem to shine nearly as bright
i cannot see too far ahead
i lost my direction, and my insight

True love knows no judgment
And lasts through thick and thin
even when the lights are out
don't leave on just a whim

and though i found a new post
it isn't nearly the same
I lost what wonders i once had
and there's only me to blame
I grit my teeth and trudge on forward
my head hung in shame...
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Aquarius
Posted 2/26/2008 1:30 PM (#3703 - in reply to #323)
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Thank you for sharing your beautiful poem with us. It sounds like a lesson particularly well learnt, so don't forget to rejoice and give thanks for it. With love - Aquarius

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Posted 2/26/2008 2:14 PM (#3704 - in reply to #323)
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It is most definately a lesson well learned, and i am trying to rectify it now! Wish me luck!
Philosophize on...
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Aquarius
Posted 2/28/2008 12:45 PM (#3718 - in reply to #323)
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Thank you for sharing another one of your beautiful poems with us. My offering is not one of my own, but – well, see for yourself. With love – Aquarius

REFLECTIONS ON TIME

Have you ever considered that:

There is only now,

That yesterday and today are an illusion?

The past we call history;

The future will always be a mystery;

And this moment of here and now is a gift.

Could that be why we call it the present?

 

Anon.

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Posted 2/29/2008 11:36 AM (#3727 - in reply to #323)
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Wow, i never thought of that. I like it a lot. Maybe to be able to experience the now is the greatest gift of all. I have some works in progress i will put up soon. Curious to hear more poetry from people!
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Posted 3/2/2008 8:05 PM (#3743 - in reply to #323)
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A little something you all might enjoy!!


>----lucid----<

irresistable manipulations lay heavily
sufficating my innocence
my existance

my last exhale
escaped

my heart opened
you hovered
drawing my breathe past my forsaken lips
further down your life

with such a horrendous fight
the mind was left empty
no more thoughts
no more love

my eyes stared reluctantly
down my own path

imagining chaos
forseeing shadows and demons

what a glorious site it was for you
your fairy tale had finally come true

when you saw my corrupted existence
did you blow your peak?
did you take it like a man and cry?
did you feel sorry?

you must not be...
my god

my god would have taken my hand
my god would have shared my soul

you must not be...
my god

I walked alone
day after day
praying for help

wispers was all i got

your wispers baffel me!

playfully deceitful,
yet......
breathtaking

My freedom
is all I carry on
my chest
I paced through the fire
with your body,
and through my
eyes......

you saw an angel





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Aquarius
Posted 3/3/2008 12:35 PM (#3756 - in reply to #323)
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Here is one of my own:

I AM LOVE
Do you want to know my name? Does it matter?
But if you insist, I will tell you;
It’s no secret, you know me anyway: I am Love.
I am in you and you are in me; we are one;
I am all of you and you are all of me;
You know me, as I know you;
We have always known each other, for we are one;
We are in the whole of Creation.
We are the living, beating heart of the Universe,
For we are love.

Yesterday and tomorrow exist only in the illusion
You and I are presently living in.
In truth, there are no yesterdays and no tomorrows,
There is only now and the now is love.
We are all there ever was and all there ever will be;
We are alive and always have been;
We cannot die, for we are unborn;
We are eternally young and will never grow old,
For truly there is no death!
So death, where is thy sting? You have no hold on us!

All there is lies within us.
The eternal fountain of youth and Shangri-La
Are neither dreams nor illusions;
They are states of consciousness and part of our inner Truth.
That’s why they can’t be found in the world around us.
The seeming reality of earthly life is a dream and an illusion,
But now it’s time to wake and come fully alive again
To our true nature and reality,
Which we are required to manifest in this world,
And that is love.

Trumpets are sounding and mission bells calling:
‘Wake up, come alive!’
Can you hear them or are you sleeping still?
If so, listen to the responses that come
To you from the depths of your own heart and soul,
When you are reading what is before you, now.
We are the only ones who can take us into
Our inner, true and eternal reality,
And that is love.

We are there already, though many still do not yet know.
Something is stirring deep within every heart and soul,
Like butterflies’ wings,
Making them wonder: ‘What could that mean?’
Until finally there comes the realisation
That there is nowhere to go and nothing to do,
Except going inside and gently surrendering to our Highest Self,
So It can help find our way back into our true reality
And to be once again what we always have been:
Love.

Hand in hand with God and the Angels,
We are the resurrection of God’s motherly/fatherly
Love on the Earth.
We are here to be the Light of our world.
May it shine ever more strongly in you and me;
And may it spread to those around us,
Until every shred of the darkness of ignorance that still exists
In our world, has been dissolved.
All the Power and the Glory of the Universe are hidden within each one,
Waiting to responsibly be taken possession of, by us.

Armageddon is the symbol of the battle
Between our Highest and our lower self,
That has been taking place inside each one of us, for far too long.
Neither of them is meant to always rule supreme,
And it now is everybody’s task
To come to terms with and reconcile these two parts,
To heal them together into one,
So that they can to work together
For the Highest good of the whole,
And that is love.

No day of reckoning, no retributions and punishments,
Only a waking up
And a resurrection of and homecoming into
Knowing who and what we truly are and always have been:
And that is love.
And then hand in hand with God and the Angels,
Learning all there is to know about what that truly means.

Aquarius

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Posted 3/4/2008 8:33 AM (#3757 - in reply to #323)
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Brilliant, amazing, genius, I LOVE IT!!!
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Posted 3/4/2008 1:48 PM (#3758 - in reply to #323)
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Thanks and God bless, dear friend. With love - Aquarius
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Aquarius
Posted 3/6/2008 12:28 PM (#3776 - in reply to #323)
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PRAYER OF THANKSGIVING
Thank you, Mother/Father Creator,
For the beauty and the wonder of Your Creation;
Thank you for allowing us all to take part in it.
Thank You for all the natural beauty You are giving into our care,
And also for all the technical wonders,
Which You are creating through us and giving to our world.
May Your creative ideas continue to flow through our technicians,
To help us all to bring a better and more peaceful world into being,
Where all equally share the gifts that come from Your abundance.

Thank you especially for the miracle of the Internet,
For the wonder of being able to meet and get to know,
Through communications that take only seconds,
Like-minded people, our sisters and brothers,
Throughout our whole planet.
Help us all to re-awaken to our true nature,
So that we can slowly bring ever more light into our world,
Including the Internet,
Until it too will finally have been cleansed of all darkness.

Guide and protect us and show us how to use this wonderful tool
Wisely and for the Highest good of all,
So that we may treat it the same way as all Your miracles,
Technical and otherwise,
With love and respect for You, the One who created it, through us.

Help each one of us to do our share of blessing and healing,
Saving and redeeming ourselves each other,
Our world and all worlds,
Hand in hand with You and the Angels,
Now and forever.
Amen

Aquarius

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Posted 3/31/2008 10:46 AM (#4153 - in reply to #323)
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Bitter
underestimation
the
truth
of
fighting
forever,
better
understanding
the
truth
of
never
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Posted 4/7/2008 10:51 AM (#4276 - in reply to #323)
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Thoughts or criticism please?

Downward Spiral

And down she went,
on that wednesday morning,
sliding with a smile like,
morning glories.
Gleeful and happy
Arms reaching out to the sky,
as she plummets head first,
and dives,
into the chaos and rain,
of who to blame.
It's a new time, but not quite the same
It's a game, where i'm stuck,
and have to feign, ignorance,
but i find it strange,
her eyes are the color of deception
as she smiles,
making my heart bleed,
filling my stomach with bile.

I reach out to catch her, as she spins,
but the thought of letting me in
fills her with burning, from within,
and crumbles her soul to dust,
as we misplay these hands of trust.

She's blind to see, the true story,
and fails to notice, that i, subliminally,
know it all, but i won't slip, and fall,
into this abyss of darkness,
where the white crow cawes.

We were in Lover's Lane,
but she took that off-ramp,
that was only one way.
And now I'm running along,
against the current,
crying and screaming into the turrent,
of danger,
but she's smiling,
and I'll wager:
That she can't see this isn't a slide,
it isn't a bone, or joyride,
It's something greater,
something in her,
a downhill spiral,
but i know it's true

God give me strngth, to see it through.
and Devil back off or I'll destroy you.
Because I am power,
and i can bring disease,
you think it's hard now,
well you wouldn't believe,
what i can give and what i can take,
what i can create and what i can break.
Sometimes the only way to save a soul,
is to destroy another, even if it's wise and old.
I will rot your body and possess your mind,
break your faith and leave you blind.

If you ever wanna walk this world again,
you better find another place to sell your sin,
Because I'm a plague with no cure,
I will take your soul and make it pure.
I'll cleanse and I'll be,
what sets your sould free,
so if you wanna keep,
your immortality,
you better change your name,
and forfeit this game,
Or vengence and fire i will reign
down with righteouss power
and a wrath of fury
and destroy your perfect hell,
and don't worry,
I'll take what's mine and save you for last,
Your name will be forgotten,
You'll be the past...

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Truth is what things are,
Before our minds can touch them.
The best way we can see the world,
Is turn our gaze within.
Perfection is the state of being,
Before we evaluate it,
Everything is in it's place.
Remember to intuit.

-James
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A MESSAGE OF HOPE
To the ones I love and who love me:
‘When I am gone, release me; let me go.
You and I, we both have many things to see and do.
Do not tie yourself to me in tears.
I gave to you my love and you can only guess
How much you gave to me in happiness.
I thank you for the love you have shown,
But, for now it’s time for me to travel on – alone.

So, grieve a while, if grieve you must.
But not for me, only for yourself and
For the hole my passing has left in your life.
Then let your grief be comforted by trust,
And remember that it is only for a while that part we must.
Bless the memories within your heart,
And know that no love is ever lost.
Life is eternal – it goes on and on,
Not just for you and for me, but for us all.

You and I can now come closer than we have ever been;
I shall never be further away from you than a thought.
If you need me, call and I’ll be near.
Although you can neither see nor touch me,
Know that I am there.
And when you listen inside your own heart,
You are sure to feel my love too, soft and clear.

And then, one fine day –
When you must come this way –
Alone – I shall be there to greet you,
With a smile I shall welcome you home.’

Fr. Pat Lennon
Edited by Aquarius

From: COMFORT FOR THE BEREAVED’ of my website
PART ONE: PROSE & POETRY ON LIFE & DEATH
PART TWO: LETTER TO A FRIEND
PART THREE: WHITE EAGLE ‘THERE IS NO DEATH’

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Posted 4/21/2008 4:42 PM (#4522 - in reply to #323)
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All good stuff on this threas; sorry to join late ... as for words of comfort for the bereaved, I guess it is 'old hat' to offer,

'Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep ..'

The rest can be offered, if not known, written by a Canadian woman, great comfort to me whwn my father died, 2005 ..

Otherwise, a Zen koan, translated (source unknown)

'Inch, time, foot, gem
This moment will not come again'

Best
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Posted 4/25/2008 5:41 AM (#4658 - in reply to #323)
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Ongoingbattle wondered if I might post some poetry on here. I have put some of my stuff onto a rather poor blogspot, which shuld be accessible on

http://pilgrimimages.blogspot.com

But if that doesn't work, as sometimes it doesnt seem to, maybe someone might let me know and if it's easier I'll put some directly onto this site.

On reflection, it might be easier for folk to just post one here now.... the following was written after my father died in 2005 (before I encountered UMS)



POEMS OF MISSING

1.

The world is unfurled to us
Through our goodbyes

Each farewell an eternity
Of a death already here

Our only unique certainty
Sunrise begets sunset

2.

If time could stand still
If we could go back

If the rainbow were black
If the hill wore a veil

If gaol was release
If the fire did not burn

If the tide did not turn
If please, you had not died

3.

I never told you that I loved you
I never told you that I cared

I never thought how I loved you
I never thought I cared

I barely touched or held you
I barely talked to you at all

I never knew the depth of longing
I would feel when you had gone

I never knew I’d cry for you
I never knew you would die

I did not know how I’d miss you
I barely knew you at all
4.

One day we may
Be ghosts, were we ever

Lucky and others
Not. Now birth, then

Memory of tomorrow
Yesterday and never

5.

One day we may be angels:
Fantastic futures for tales that were,

But will not be again. Only what can
Be drawn now, in the hearts

And minds of others
Might outlast a die already cast

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Posted 4/25/2008 5:48 AM (#4659 - in reply to #4478)
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NothingEverything - your first line reminded me of 'The Man with the Blue Guitar' by, I think, Walalce Stevens - which at this exact moment I cannot remember, although I referred to it in another post somewhere. It's evoked by the Picasso painting. A key line is something like,

'Play they said, a tune, beyond us far
Things (?the truth is?) are changed upon the blue guitar

Agree with your metaphysical sentiments !
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Posted 4/25/2008 6:18 AM (#4660 - in reply to #323)
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Dear All

Researched this poem and the first stanza, by Wallace Stevens, is as follows:

The man bent over his guitar,
A shearsman of sorts. The day was green.

They said, "You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are."

The man replied, "Things as they are
Are changed upon the blue guitar."

And they said then, "But play, you must,
A tune beyond us, yet ourselves,

A tune upon the blue guitar
Of things exactly as they are."

It used to be one of the favourite poems of a long deceased Anglican Fransiscan monk dear friend of mine.

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Posted 4/27/2008 6:25 PM (#4767 - in reply to #323)
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isn't poetry a wonderful thing, it can lift your spirits and also leave you depressed.my wife writes wonderful spiritual poetry and has had some published, when i get back perhaps you will allow me to post some of her poetry?
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Posted 4/27/2008 8:25 PM (#4773 - in reply to #323)
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Paul, did you write Crucifix?
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Posted 4/28/2008 3:49 AM (#4774 - in reply to #4773)
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All those on my 'blogspot' and the one posted here beofre are all my own.

I am very careful about attributing sources !
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Posted 4/28/2008 6:15 AM (#4788 - in reply to #4773)
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ps, I should have said that when I originally wrote Crucifix, I sang it; ie, it has a tune, of sorts.

Chotuni - I look forward to reading your wife's poetry.
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Posted 4/28/2008 1:13 PM (#4819 - in reply to #323)
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was it a tune you made up? or did you use a pre-existing one? I like to see writing in it's original context. with any sound, light, picture, etc that it may have been written with
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Posted 4/28/2008 5:04 PM (#4835 - in reply to #323)
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Ongoingbattle - it was a tune that came with the poem, from my head, whilst playing a guitar, in c.1977. I would happily post it/paste it, but since my meditation tape got lost on its way to ums, I am stuck there. Nice of you to be interested, i must say.
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Posted 5/6/2008 4:44 PM (#4996 - in reply to #323)
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AFFIRMATION

Like the waves upon the seashore
as they race to fill your heart

Like the weed and shells and long-dead bones
that are borne into your land

Like the living earth hung in the sky
that crumbles to the foam

Thus you must dive my love
leave your fear behind in love, and dive

Waters will close about you
your existence is no more

save in a sea beyond your mind
a sea, before your birth

Thus yu must dive my love
do not be afraid in love, but Be

Waters will rise below you
seeking not their own

for they have none save
waht they are - and that is naught, is free

Thus the 'yes' embraces the living world;
the living world, the word

Yes in affirmation, yes
your eyes wide open, yes

in your time of seeing, we shall all
see as One.

Thus you must dive my love
leave your fear behind in love, and die.

Water will close around you
your existence is no more

save in a sea beyond your mind
a sea, before your birth.

Thus you must die my love
leave your fear behond in love, and

die; thus the 'yes' embraces the living
world, the living world, the word:

Yes: in affirmation
Yes: your eyes wide open

Yes: in your time of being
We shall all be as one.

Like the waves upon the seashore
as they race to fill your heart

Like the weed and shell and long-dead bones
that are borne into your lands

Like the living earth hung in the sky
that crumbles to the foam

like the living world, embracing the word:
the living word: oh, Yes.

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Your first - non mundane and very appealing - poem on this thread also reminded me of another of my earlier rough hewn efforts, a small part of which is this:

Alone
uncertainty and doubt
Alone
I am a beginning
Alone
I am an end ...



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Much more recent dolphin swimming poems are on my poetry web-blog I cited somewhere else, on this thread
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Posted 5/8/2008 4:35 AM (#5011 - in reply to #323)
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Beautiful!
Thank you so much for sharing!
They really took me with them.
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Posted 5/8/2008 12:15 PM (#5020 - in reply to #5011)
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Wow, thank you NE, that is wonderful feedback. Here are a few more of mine with a more kind of ironic metaphysical approach ...

THE FLOWER SERMON
(an extract from a longer poem, called, Views of a Crucifixion)

Jesus: For those

Buddha: who could not see roses

Mohamed: we may have prayed

Lao Tsu: and played !

Socrates: beneath the Law

Jesus: ... only the Centurion saw.

Buddha: when he bowed?

Mohamed: We saw no God but God

Lao Tsu: here and now

Socrates: subject to the free

Altogether: thus let us Be !

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THE REINCARNATION KARMA ROCK
(on the funny side!)

Well I woke up his lifetime
was not feeling myself
took a look in the mirror
said, 'Am I here or on the shelf?"

You could be a princess
he could be a king
I could be anybody
we could be anything ...

We got the eternal
reincarnation blues
or if you refuse -
the transmigration of soul

You could be a pilgrim
they could be in a brothel
we could have everything
on Earth, or Heaven, or Hell

And when we get there
watch what you're doing
it could be the end of time
or the beginning

We got the eternal
reincarnation blues
or if you refuse,
the transmigration of soul

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ANGEL

At the heart of all
things, sings
an, Angel:

Rough, bright and
burning - yearning
to become

what Is: one
way or another
lovers call that tune
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Posted 5/9/2008 3:57 AM (#5023 - in reply to #323)
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Beautiful Paul!!
Of all the poetry in the world, none moves me quite as much as Japanese death poetry, its often composed on the spot, or can be composed beforehand, both are signs of great resolve!
The stories behind the composition of many of these poems makes them even richer, and the haiku poets who write these often use plays on words as you'll see here.

Chirin

In earth and sky
no grain of dust...
snow on the foothills.

Ametsuchi ni
chiri naki yuki no
fumoto kana

Interestingly, Chiri naki can also mean, without Chirin, the authors name.
One of the most beautiful things about haiku poetry, is that is it often selfless, capturing rather,
a moment in nature, this is even true in ones last worldy script.

There are many more, of course, this post is just to enlighten and spark interest on the matter.
A good source to find these is a book called "Japanese death Poems,Written by Zen Monks and Haiku Poets on the Verge of Death"
Translated by Yoel Hoffman

Actually, The first poem I wrote in the thread, is my own death poem.


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Posted 5/9/2008 4:10 AM (#5024 - in reply to #323)
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I just re-read this whole thread.
Man, there is really some great minds out there.
What a collection!
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Posted 5/9/2008 7:17 AM (#5025 - in reply to #5024)
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Namaste, NothingEverything. Loved your death poetry. I also have long been moved by haiku, its brevity, simplicity, condensation; but had never recalled hearing the expression, 'death poetry'. Once when I had to stay with my stroke-ridden father when my mother went into hospital I kept a journal and called it, The Narrow Road to the Deep North, in honour of Basho!

Marvellous learning to see the poem you cite in its own Japanese; I must re-read that often. I dabble with the Shakahachi, which you may know, is the sacred bamboo flute used to assist meditation. I will sign off with a couple more snatches of my verse, since this a poetry thread, neither of them haiku, yet condensed; one, the first verse chapter in a longer poem, The True Adventures of Thomas, Cat ('specially to show Marty and Tracy that I like cats really!), and a more mystical piece ...

THE TRUE ADVENTURES OF THOMAS, CAT

Part 1.

He was born
fur frail
new claws bright
with the sharpness of thorn

He fell down
an out-of-work thief
tumbling to his feet
a bumbling clown

TIME

There is only now:
a culmination of yesterdays,
the promises of tomorrow
contained, just, now.

All the past leads up to this,
all the future flows from it:
all of time in eternity
springs from us, Now.
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Posted 5/9/2008 8:19 AM (#5026 - in reply to #323)
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I loved both of those!
Im anxious to read more about the cat.
Also, Matsuo Basho is one of my favorites!
I have Narrow road to the deep north, and read it often.
Jisei (Death Poems) are a great part of Japnese Culture!
My wife didnt even know about them, she's a Japanese National.
Heres Basho's jisei

MATSUO BASHO
1644 – 28 November 1694

Tabi ni yande
Yume wa kareno o
Kakemeguru

On a journey, ill-
My dream goes wandering,
Over withered fields.

Also,Paul, I too dabble with a shakuhachi.
I was recieving lessons from a tribunal of masters,
But havent been to them in a long time...
Im habitualy non-habitual...
A psuedo-polymath itinerant...
Anyways, I just "feel" it out now and use it for more
metaphysical experiences.
Something that very much intrest me is the glass armonica.
But I'm getting off track.



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Posted 5/9/2008 9:05 AM (#5030 - in reply to #5026)
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NE it is wonderful that you place the Japanese original words, with the English translations, of that marvellous verse. It reminded me just a little, but only a little - a similar evocation, in a way, of the beginning of Dante's The Divine Comedy, which is something like, 'in the midway of this mortal life I fell asleep and awoke in a dark wood' (a 12th century version of our mid-life crisis!); I quoted this in our local greengrocer's shop to the Italian assistant when she told me she was studying Italian literature, and her eyes literally, glowed, and the opening stanza tumbled from her mouth in wonderful Italian, that I could not understand a word of [but oddly enough, the poetry became somehow more intelligible to my soul in that instant?!]... I stray too, but was associating to the 'play' of translation ....

Funny too, as I have gone back to the harmonica (not the glass one, but the chromatic one) - because of its compact way of contaning whole octaves in one's hand. I am trying to combine the blowing with the handdrum, like the old english pipe & tabor, but that is not easy either ! I kind of had a feeling you were a Shakuhach (?is that the name of someone who plays?) Its good to find someone else with such itinerantcies ... and then since you ask so nicely ... here is the rest of Thomas; (I tried to remember back and think I might have based this on my mum's cat Smudge, who I mentioned the other day, but not sure)

(continuing THE TRUE ADVENTURES OF THOMAS, CAT.

2.

A growing cat
a cat
blown by wind
and the fearsome howling
of none too distant
dogs

A tramp cat
a cat
pampered by pride
in the delicate wanderings
of his princedom
wide

See him pad
(I bet you can't)
through acres wild
a black and white Tom
a Tom
none too mild

Hear him tread
(Ah ! If you could ...)
through woodland deep
a phantom purr
for the mouse
who sleeps ...

3.

His loves were many
His cares were few

A Siamese lily
a tabby Jew

A Manx cat brought
him good luck too

In Piccadilly
in constant demand

Hand over paw
all this and more

His oves were many
a great lover he

Needing regularly
the feline She

4.

He fell into a foam stacked
Autumn river
after a difficult dive or two
he climbed out
somewhat bedraggled

He tumbled from a high tree
chased there
by a rejected witch
He landed on his feet
and never looked back

Evil children caught him
and binding his limbs
threw him onto a bonfire
The flames burnt his fur
then the ropes,
then in the nick of time
he ran off.

He tumbled through an open window
And just missed
the rusty iron railings
underneath.

He was licking his paws on a railway line
Lazily he stepped out of the way
as the main
London to Edinburgh Express
hurtled past

On a hot day
whilst waltzing across the road
Tarmacadam trapped his paws
before an oncoming steamroller.
Somehow, in the nick of time
he got away.

A nasty old man
hurled sticks, stones, bottles and boots
at Thomas
in the midst of an intense
courtship
Luckily, through Thomas's swift
evasive action
he was missed.

Whilst sleeping in a dustbin
the lady of the house
emptied hot ashes into it
not knowing who was inside
He escaped, with minor burns.

Whilst I was watching him
sunbathe one day
in the middle of the road
A fat wheeled wide lorry
ran over him completely,
Afterwards
I watched him detach,
stagger off,
into the distance.
He has not returned.
Yet.



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Posted 5/10/2008 3:50 AM (#5090 - in reply to #323)
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Rest in Peace, Max.



Thank you Paul!
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Posted 5/11/2008 3:38 AM (#5128 - in reply to #323)
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hi NE, I write poetry for my own pleasure,i wrote one when my daughter passed,many years ago now,and the other is i was walking through the woods,and i did see this injured bird,so here they are,with love,

A MESSAGE FROM SPIRIT

don,t think i,ve gone forever
when your silent tears fall
when you think your heart will slowly break
when your listening for my call
i am the hand that strokes your cheek
when your tears are brushed away
i am the sunshine in your room
when night turns into day
i won,t be gone for evermore
i,ve just walked through an open door
where light and love await for me
and many wonders yet to see
the ones i,ve loved,and passed before
theyr,e all there standing by that door
their smiles are sunshine,peace and love
a different world just up above
like moving on to pastures new
with grass so green,and skies so blue
where pain is just an empty word
i feel i,m flying like a bird
i have no fear,its so divine
the home that now is to be mine
please close your eyes,and feel my peace
there,s no more pain,just sweet release
a new life beckons,safe and true
i,ll still be loving,close to you
its time to say my last goodbye
there is no death,i did not die



THE ROBIN
sitting by a quiet stream
my troubled mind was still
i had so many problems
to solve i,d never will
when gently as the sun rose
i heard a robin sing
i turned my head and saw it
it had a damaged wing
my heart was filled with sadness
as i worried how he,d fly
and then i heard the flap of wings
as many birds came by
they settled next to robin
protection from a foe
their singing seemed like talking
"you haven,t far to go"
just rest here by the flowing stream
until your wing is healed
we,ll stay and keep you company
our stengh will be your shield
i heard the robin sing again
its song so sweet and warm
i knew his friends would help him
a shelter through the storm
my troubles seemed to melt away
it was nothing after all
the robin taught a lesson
through pain,you still stand tall
i sent my love and healing
and prayed that he,d soon fly
i knew he,d make it and survive
his many friends stood by
i made my way back home at once
there.s things i had to do
but if that bird could sing in pain
then i could do it too.

luv and hugs x
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Posted 5/11/2008 4:47 AM (#5130 - in reply to #323)
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Absolutley intense!
Thank you for gracing us with them.
Your a genius Iris!
Theres just nothing I can do,
To stop the tears these started.

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Posted 5/11/2008 2:55 PM (#5140 - in reply to #5130)
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I echo the sentiments; thanks for sharing, so much.

Blessings
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Posted 5/12/2008 2:59 AM (#5149 - in reply to #5090)
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NE - condolences for Max
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Sunflower - whilst your poems are lovely in themselves, the first also echoed in my mind a couple of other which, if you do not know and would like me to post, I can - one is (I cited this earlier on): 'Do not stand at my grave and weep' (consoled me a lot after my father died - it is on the internet somewhere); and the other, at the end of The Glass Bead Game, by Herman Hesse, he gives us poems written by his fictional character, Joseph Knecht (Master of the GBG): I cannot remember the title of that poem, but it starts somthing like, "In all beginnings dwells a magic force, for helping us and keeping us alive ....[and concldues with] ... bid my heart for parting and, Adieu"
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IF
by Rudyard Kipling

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IF.....


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IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!




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Posted 5/13/2008 9:35 AM (#5190 - in reply to #323)
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Thank you!!
a timeless classic!
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Posted 5/13/2008 12:43 PM (#5198 - in reply to #5190)
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My pleasure to resonate with classic verse !

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Posted 5/15/2008 6:58 AM (#5332 - in reply to #323)
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A small night storm blows,
Saying ‘falling is the essence of a flower’
Preceding those who hesitate
—Yukio Mishima

Dedicated to those who have passed.
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Beautiful.
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Posted 5/15/2008 8:20 AM (#5338 - in reply to #323)
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Happy 300th post!
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Posted 5/15/2008 8:54 AM (#5351 - in reply to #5338)
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Thanks for noticing !! Interesting ascriptions we 'earn'
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ps - had thought I might stop at 300, but seem to have found too many new friends & good kindred spirits to lose contact with ...
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Posted 5/16/2008 6:52 AM (#5401 - in reply to #5352)
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Kind of feel for flies - much underrated creatures, considering ... they seem to respond to thoughts too as I have come to note that if one comes in the house, rather than kill it, one can kind of mentally ask it to leave,a nd most times, they go. Years ago I wrote a little hymn/haiku for flies, but despite extensive searching for this thread, cannot find it, so I knocked out another which, I think though is not as good. If the earlier one turns up I might add it:

Black clad armour
Wing wind light
God's most dependable
Consumer of all
The holy task of the Fly

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In looking I also found a long poem I once wrote about my friend Bro Ian, SSF, whom I have mentioned before. In those days (early (19)80s, I was influenced by your Edwin Arlington Robinson's longer style of poetry, so will only give a fragment:

Bro Ian SSF ( a fragment)

My essential recollection of him
is as a dark star
living in a flat
beseiged and guraded by tramps
(broken shards of God)
where, on a July evening
a thrush called
and I heard it
amid the clamour of voices,
horns and glamorous
sex for sale


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A Lost Love Poem

Summer is in your sense of humour
Spring smiles at your step
Winter times your disappearing
Autumn rhymes your return


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Lullaby (made this up for my two sons Joshua and Luke when they were babes):

I'll tell you a story
A story of old
And when it's all told
We shall be free

I'll tell it to thee child
There's no one I'd rather
And when it's over
The world won't be wild

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Posted 5/16/2008 6:53 AM (#5402 - in reply to #5352)
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Kind of feel for flies - much underrated creatures, considering ... they seem to respond to thoughts too as I have come to note that if one comes in the house, rather than kill it, one can kind of mentally ask it to leave,a nd most times, they go. Years ago I wrote a little hymn/haiku for flies, but despite extensive searching for this thread, cannot find it, so I knocked out another which, I think though is not as good. If the earlier one turns up I might add it:

Black clad armour
Wing wind light
God's most dependable
Consumer of all
The holy task of the Fly

----------------------------

In looking I also found a long poem I once wrote about my friend Bro Ian, SSF, whom I have mentioned before. In those days (early (19)80s, I was influenced by your Edwin Arlington Robinson's longer style of poetry, so will only give a fragment:

Bro Ian SSF ( a fragment)

My essential recollection of him
is as a dark star
living in a flat
beseiged and guraded by tramps
(broken shards of God)
where, on a July evening
a thrush called
and I heard it
amid the clamour of voices,
horns and glamorous
sex for sale


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A Lost Love Poem

Summer is in your sense of humour
Spring smiles at your step
Winter times your disappearing
Autumn rhymes your return


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Lullaby (made this up for my two sons Joshua and Luke when they were babes):

I'll tell you a story
A story of old
And when it's all told
We shall be free

I'll tell it to thee child
There's no one I'd rather
And when it's over
The world won't be wild

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Posted 5/16/2008 6:53 AM (#5403 - in reply to #5352)
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Kind of feel for flies - much underrated creatures, considering ... they seem to respond to thoughts too as I have come to note that if one comes in the house, rather than kill it, one can kind of mentally ask it to leave,a nd most times, they go. Years ago I wrote a little hymn/haiku for flies, but despite extensive searching for this thread, cannot find it, so I knocked out another which, I think though is not as good. If the earlier one turns up I might add it:

Black clad armour
Wing wind light
God's most dependable
Consumer of all
The holy task of the Fly

----------------------------

In looking I also found a long poem I once wrote about my friend Bro Ian, SSF, whom I have mentioned before. In those days (early (19)80s, I was influenced by your Edwin Arlington Robinson's longer style of poetry, so will only give a fragment:

Bro Ian SSF ( a fragment)

My essential recollection of him
is as a dark star
living in a flat
beseiged and guraded by tramps
(broken shards of God)
where, on a July evening
a thrush called
and I heard it
amid the clamour of voices,
horns and glamorous
sex for sale


------------------

A Lost Love Poem

Summer is in your sense of humour
Spring smiles at your step
Winter times your disappearing
Autumn rhymes your return


-------------------------------------

Lullaby (made this up for my two sons Joshua and Luke when they were babes):

I'll tell you a story
A story of old
And when it's all told
We shall be free

I'll tell it to thee child
There's no one I'd rather
And when it's over
The world won't be wild

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Posted 5/16/2008 7:04 AM (#5406 - in reply to #5403)
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hi paul,i love your poetry,it comes straight from the soul,and is very moving,you are a very caring person,and think of others,you have much wisdom,i look forward to hearing more from you,luv and hugsx
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Posted 5/16/2008 7:07 AM (#5409 - in reply to #5406)
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That's very nice of you Sunflower. Ok, I'll try to get around to posting some more !
Love to you and All
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Posted 5/16/2008 9:33 AM (#5420 - in reply to #5403)
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sunflower - 2008-05-17 8:06 PM

hi paul,i love your poetry,it comes straight from the soul,and is very moving,you are a very caring person,and think of others,you have much wisdom,i look forward to hearing more from you,luv and hugsx

if this is repeated again,and again,its the gremlin submit,me think!

I agree!


Here is a famous death poem by a zen master.

Shinsui, died September 9, 1769, at 49

O

During his last moment, Shisui's followers requested that he write a death poem.
He grasped his brush, painted a circle, cast the brush aside, and died.
The circle is one of the most important symbols of Zen Buddhism.
It indicates void -- the essence of all things -- and enlightenment

Now, on the subject of Takuan Soho ???? (1573–1645)
He is by far the most interesting zen master to me.
He is involved heavy in instruction to Musashi Miyamoto ?? ?? (1584–1645).
Who is the sword-saint (Kensai) of Japan.
Another zen master dear to me, Ikky? S?jun ???? (1394-1481)
Who is known for his ah...."Freedom"?
The three of them being my favorite people in all of Japanese History.

-Takuan Soho ???? (1573–1645)
Jisei to wa.
sunawachi mayoi.
tada shinan.

Death poems are mere delusion-
death is death.

He wrote this after being begged by his followers to write a death poem.
At first he refused, but eventually gave in to their pleas.

Takuan also invented a famous kind of pickle here in Japan.
Its good.

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Posted 5/16/2008 9:53 AM (#5424 - in reply to #323)
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Marvellous homily/stories/lessons NE. I might print your last post (no pun intended ..! ) off. Needs reading & re-reading. So that's what it means when we say here, 'we are in a right pickle' ! Here is a warrior poem:

THE WARRIOR

stands alone on the highest, final pass

silhouetted against a sky
the colour of woman's blood

His shadow fills the plain
but cannot obliterate
the faces of his Enemies;

they are set against him.
Their onslaught begins.

Each moment of resistance
buys a lifetime
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Posted 5/16/2008 10:01 AM (#5426 - in reply to #323)
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I loved that one, the ending is very signifigant!
Here is a warriors creed.

A Warrior's Creed
Anonymous Samurai, fourteenth century

I have no parents; I make the heavens and the earth my parents
I have no home; I make awareness my home
I have no life or death; I make the tides of breathing my life and death
I have no divine power; I make honesty my divine power
I have no means; I make understnading my means
I have no magic secrets; I make character my magic secrets
I have no body; I make my endurance my body
I have no eyes; I make the flash of lightning my eyes
I have no ears; I make sensibility my ears
I have no limbs; I make promptness my limbs
I have no strategy; I make "unshadowed by thought" my strategy
I have no designs; I make 'seizing opportunity by the forelock' my design
I have no miracles; I make 'right action' my miracles
I have no principles; I make adaptability to all circumstances' my principles
I have no tactics; I make emptiness and fullness my tactics
I have no talent; I make ready wit my talent
I have no friends; I make my mind my friend
I have no enemy; I make carelessness my enemy
I have no armor; I make benevolence and righteousness my armor
I have no castle; I make immovable-mind my castle
I have no sword; I make absence of self my sword
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Posted 5/16/2008 10:09 AM (#5430 - in reply to #323)
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LOVE IT !! Each line speaks volumes; loved the awareness/home. Definitely to be printed & put on the wall (though perhaps that defeats the object ...)
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Posted 5/17/2008 5:56 AM (#5443 - in reply to #323)
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hello NE,i wrote this poem last night,and would like to share,i think you have created a beutiful post,and the soul can be healed by the poems i have read on hear,thankyou always,may love and light be yours,love and hugs,iris.

intuitions a wonderful thing
it can make your heart weep
or make your soul sing
its that first gentle thought
that won,t go away
besmirched not by man
nor stolen astray
the truth is its aim
to guide you and keep
your spirit intact
no secrets to keep
it tells what is true
shows the shadows around
its infinite wisdom
knows no abound
that very first thought
not tainted by man
i,ll follow it always
i,ll know where i am.

luv and hugs,iris.
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Posted 5/17/2008 6:53 AM (#5446 - in reply to #323)
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thats perfect!
thank you Iris!
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Posted 5/18/2008 4:09 AM (#5455 - in reply to #5446)
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And from me too ! Thanks for expresisng a difficult concept so poetically
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Posted 5/18/2008 9:22 AM (#5463 - in reply to #323)
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Just a few offerings on a sunny summer afternoon ...

HAWK'S CHAPEL (that being a valley in the English Lake District)

It is his valley;
rising on the thermals;
silent as time;
high as light
swifter than shadows
flee his prey

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DUSTCLOUDS

of birds drift
dissolve and gather
feathers dissolve in
formless lift
careless as
the artist's hand
until some unsween wave
is topped, then swiftly
swifter than I know
the clouds have left
the sky, and autumn come.

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JERUSALEM (fragments)

I

By Jaffa Gate
a black Bedouin crawls
skin bone drained veins
stump hand extended

There below a citadel
grown ancient

Policemen stand and wonder
about the next time.

II

The Dome of the Rock:
only prayer
can threaten you.


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NOTHING

there is, between the truth and a lie
but the truth;

Nothing there is, between the light and the dark
but the light

Nothing there is, between love and hate
except you

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Blessed Be
Paul
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Posted 5/20/2008 2:48 AM (#5499 - in reply to #5463)
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hi paul,do you know that poem ,i heard it long ago,when i was but a mere child,my sister used to teell me of it,i loved it but can,t remember the whole,it goes something like this.

i think i hear a cry of pain
there is a rabbit in the snare
and now i hear that cry agian
but i cannot tell from where
.....

who wrote it,do you know,and what is the rest of it,thanks,luv and hucgs,iris
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Posted 5/20/2008 4:51 AM (#5505 - in reply to #5499)
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Dear Iris - not sure of the poem's author; have you typed in the first line into the internet search engine? That sometimes produces a result ... sounds like it could be Christina Rosetti, or maybe John Clare, but may be more recent ... sorry ... will keep thinking on ...

As I am posting, here is

AN ALCHEMIST'S HAIKU

Holy fools of love
jewels tooled by God
Above, below,
whole, apart:
hearts glow gold at dark
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Posted 5/25/2008 6:34 PM (#5785 - in reply to #5505)
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ok,thanks for that paul.i just wrote a poem,clicked submit,AGAIN,and it never came through,it either repeats three or four times,or not at all,i feel there is more to it than the submit button...
okay,calm iris,right,i,ll try once more,here,s the poem i wrote a while ago,

SPIRITUAL CANDLE

i,d light a big tall candle
and watch the flickering flame
i,ll close my eyes and pray for peace
and then i,ll call your name
i,ll watch this burning candle
as it burns into the night
to give me hope and comfort
to see a guiding light
i,ll dry away my tears of pain
and remember where you are
an ever burning golden light
an ever shining star
to lead me through the darkness
a light that i can see
a path that i can follow
that leads me back to thee
i,ll pray for peoples suffering
an end to all their pain
that the world can be a good place
where sunshine smiles again
so i,ll light that special candle
not only just for me
but for all the people blinded
so they,ll have hope to see

love and hugs xx

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Posted 5/25/2008 6:37 PM (#5786 - in reply to #323)
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Wonderful lovely poem Iris, many many thanks blessings & hugs.

so carefully crafted, words, feeling & intentions x
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Posted 5/25/2008 6:37 PM (#5787 - in reply to #323)
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Wonderful lovely poem Iris, many many thanks blessings & hugs.

so carefully crafted, words, feeling & intentions x
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thanks paul,do you have trouble with submit button always,or sometimes,its never the same for me,sometimes it goes through first time,then it,ll go through twice thrice etc,or the sign comes up saying can,t find the web page,it never used to be like this.it spoils communication,irisx
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Posted 5/25/2008 6:49 PM (#5791 - in reply to #5789)
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Kind'v. Seems as i said somewhere else, the quicker the message typed in, the quicker the web-uptake. There could be a baleful influence
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Kind'v. Seems as i said somewhere else, the quicker the message typed in, the quicker the web-uptake. There could be a baleful influence
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Kind'v. Seems as i said somewhere else, the quicker the message typed in, the quicker the web-uptake. There could be a baleful influence
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Posted 5/25/2008 6:50 PM (#5794 - in reply to #323)
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though typed that really quickly ...
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Posted 5/25/2008 6:51 PM (#5795 - in reply to #5793)
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and the 'typed that really qiuckly' got there before the final repetition !!!
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Posted 5/25/2008 6:52 PM (#5796 - in reply to #5795)
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then it became transposed - how strange !!
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Posted 5/28/2008 1:29 AM (#6016 - in reply to #323)
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I've never visited this thread or the DIY thread before today, such amazing thoughts and poetry!! Thanks NE for starting this thread, what a really awesome idea....talk about being able to express oneself...totally lovely.
Wow!

I will share a favorite poem which is on one of the pages of my website (shh whispering the W word ha ha) Ok smartypants- cut it out -talking to myself here- there must be a diagnosis in there somewhere!- Anyhoo~

Some flowers are bruised that they may be more sweet,
And some lie broken 'neath the rush of feet;
And some are worn a while, then tossed aside;
Some grace the dead, while others deck the bride,
And so in life I've seen the saddest face,
The broken flower, give forth the sweetest grace.

CHEIRO
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I've never visited this thread or the DIY thread before today, such amazing thoughts and poetry!! Thanks NE for starting this thread, what a really awesome idea....talk about being able to express oneself...totally lovely.
Wow!

I will share a favorite poem which is on one of the pages of my website (shh whispering the W word ha ha) Ok smartypants- cut it out -talking to myself here- there must be a diagnosis in there somewhere!- Anyhoo~

Some flowers are bruised that they may be more sweet,
And some lie broken 'neath the rush of feet;
And some are worn a while, then tossed aside;
Some grace the dead, while others deck the bride,
And so in life I've seen the saddest face,
The broken flower, give forth the sweetest grace.

CHEIRO
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Not visited here or DiY Instinctual? Then you can't have Lived !! Ha ha .. agree, seriously, this is a good invention of NE's.
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Love the poems Paul, hope all is well with you. I saw the names of your two sons.

I've always adored the name Joshua. In parts of California Joshua trees grow prevalently. Don't know quite why but I've always found them both interesting and beautiful. The name seems to suit them fine.
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Wonderful poems on here! So, I thought I'd give it a try and wrote this tonight. Just meanderings.


These thoughts i mull over so thoughtlessly
deliciously struggling in a wave of emotion
sometimes get dogmatic
all my questioned and unquestioned beliefs
chatter away endlessly,
another captivating episode.
And there You are!
Talking to me, smiling at me from within my own chest.
Your love and laughter explode in me
You become me.
Expanding and clearing my heart, mind, and body,
freeing me from suffering.
In This Moment
it's alright to love, to have hope and trust
it's alright to be gentle, open, and present
it's alright to be me
it's alright to be You.
Oh, my Ocean of Joy!
Life and death are specks in your hand!
I surrender to my Self smiling.


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I love that! It's so permissive and joyous!
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tracey,that is so beutiful,and meaninful,straight from the heart,i love it,please write some more if you may want to,cos i want to hear it,i can connect with it,thankyou,it was the first thing i clicked on,warm thoughts,luv iris xxx
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Rose - isn;t the Joshua Tree one of the oldest in the world ? Thanks & love to you & EVeryone here.

Tracy, Sunflower, Instinctual - quite so, fascinating poem and poems ...

Poetry as a concept is something for me magical because, not least, the origin of the word, poem, is 'to make'; and as i mentioned elsewhere, 'in the beginign was the Word'; so when we poetize, it seems to me, we are 'doing what God does', emulating her/him, which I feel is what S/He wants for us.

xxxx
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Thanks everyone. I don't often share these kinds of writings. They are a kind of personal inner dialogue, that rambles and draws me closer to identifying with higher Self. More like a diary or a journal. Last night I felt that inner connection in a vibrant way, so, out popped the dialogue. When the words end, it is even more blissful.
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Nicely said Tracy. You and others have inspired me to dabble....I think I will let it flow out of me and hopefully will be brave enough to share it here, just like you all do.

Speaking of Joshua trees- we just bought this old tank of a typical adobe style home in Tucson a few years back, and shading my pool, rumor has it, is a 100 +year old Joshua. This amazing creature, and I call it that because it is so alive, with such a personality has several very thick limbs that are as thick as double the diameter of say, a telephone pole, and they all droop and sway and overlap down and up around each other, like enormous elephant trunks with bursts of fronded tops. I have to get a picture of this amazing gift on here for you all to see what I mean!
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Ahh Lori - another example of those things of magic that reside undiscovered on our own doorsteps ... (until we trip over them - Ha ha!)

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Please do post a picture Lori. It sounds like a poem!
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hi all,tracey,i wish you,d write somemore poems,they come straight from your soul,and are beutiful.Pj,i think poetry says whats inside us,at that time,through the many stages of life we go through,it shows our innermost soul,and is cleansing,almost a self healing if you like,Its as though through the words we write,when we look back,we see the progress we have made,and how we have healed,or where we need to concentrate on next,spirit wise,mind,body,spirit soul,i beleive we have help,our guradian angel perhaps,at our side,when the words or thoughts come into our minds,to help us on our journey.I wrote a poem years ago,at a time in my life when things were going wild for me,and i had lost my way,my son too was in a dark place in his mind,so i wrote it for the both of us,i hope you would like to share,love and hugs,iris xxx

THE JIGSAW PUZZLE OF LIFE
life,s a jigsaw puzzle
with peices hard to find
we go through many troubled times
we sometimes lose our mind
for every door that closes
there,s always one ajar
through every troubled journey
you,ll see the light not far
just remember one thing
we,re never on our own
each time we find a jigsaw piece
a part of us has grown
we each have our own journey
to complete it as we may
but there,s always a tomorrow
what you can,t solve today
its not a race we,re running
to see who gets there first
its trials and tribulations
its hunger and its thirst
its about the loved ones round us
whom we forget when times are low
its the loving outstreched hand of hope
from a stranger we don,t know
but one thing is for certain
don,t bow down in defeat
as when we join in love and peace
the jigsaw is complete.

love to all,hi marty,love your cats,theyre so huggable,iris,love and hugs xxx
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Posted 6/3/2008 9:57 AM (#6305 - in reply to #323)
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Good morning Iris (Or afternoon, as the case may be)-
That poem is so beautiful. It is so beautiful....You have a gift...you tune into the space between your thoughts as I refer to in my work and hence my website...and you have the ability to stay in that space with light, your own Light, and as scary as things become, you just seem to beam your love into it- I admire that, and I admire you..
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hi lori,good afternoon here,thankyou,you no,i feel a very strong connection with you,its good.I,d love to hear some poetry of yours,i just know it will be full of meaning,i look forward to it,love and hugs to you,iris xxx
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Posted 7/7/2008 7:55 AM (#6910 - in reply to #323)
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For the poetry afficianados, happened upon a site that can be subscribed to, called 'Poem of the Day'; subscribe and each day you get a wonderful poem sent to your inbox, most with spiritual meaning (not sure of the exact web-address, but I guess one just Google's it).
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Posted 7/8/2008 2:33 AM (#6924 - in reply to #323)
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bit like the history books you are so fond of mmm,all in the past,most made uup,and with justa grain of truth etc,ec etc.i would love to hear a poem from you,from your heart,like what is in it today,this moment of time,i,m sure there is great love and much insight there,please do so,i look forward.
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Posted 7/9/2008 11:53 AM (#6948 - in reply to #323)
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i cant recall where i heard this but it has always stuck with me..
True love is not loveing something or someone that is perfect...
But loveing something or someone that is imperfect, perfectly...
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For Marty with appreciation for his heart felt encouragement and enthusiasm.         

                                                Old Woman of Mad River Road

The old woman chose to name herself Dreamer in order to tie herself to dreams for a time. Dreamer went deep into the darkness of her own mind, leaving behind the cottage on the shore, the garden, and the cries in the starry night. She stared past spirits swirling relentlessly in her thoughts. She watched stars fall from heaven. She watched many lifetimes dance their stories and adventures. She felt despair like a thick smothering place in impenetrable blackness. She felt passion, power, and joy like lightning bolts which she hurled into the dark. She spread herself out around the world, and in her belly and heart: suffering and joy, life and death, pain and pleasure melted.

Until she felt nothing, saw nothing, and sank into the deepest darkest ocean of nothing, where she remained silent and still for a long, long time.

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In the morning 15 year old Blue woke startled by the sound of crows outside the window. She lay still, listening hard past the low rhythmic hum of the surf in the distance, hoping that she would not be discovered. She held her breath listening. She had been walking for a long time in a fierce wind and thickly pounding rain and found the cottage after sunset. The door was open slightly and inside it was warm and dry. She had carefully watched and listened long enough. The cottage was empty. She looked around briefly, but her need for sleep in that thick quilted bed could not be denied. She slept like a log. Now she relaxed again, feeling that she was still alone and safe, and began looking around the room.

There were many jars of herbs, flowers, vegetables, and liquids of many colors and hues. There were bundles of herbs hanging from the roof beams. Blue had never seen so many jars and bottles and containers in one place and yet it felt familiar and comforting. Her nose filled with the aroma of a small bundle of lavender lying next to her pillow. She let it fill her mind and body and felt her aching muscles relax a bit. She was sore, figuring she had walked at least ten hours yesterday. She dreaded looking at her feet.

Hunger finally caused her to drag herself out of bed and put her feet gingerly on the floor. Not too bad! She headed for a bowl of apples and picked one. There was a sudden shuffling noise from the floor at the end of the wooden counter. She froze. Out stepped a funny looking bird, with brown and white tail feathers that pointed straight up. It was not the kind of bird one would find on the Coast, looking more like a giant quail. It shuffled in a little circle and made a cooing sound.

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Posted 7/9/2008 12:44 PM (#6952 - in reply to #323)
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i sit here alone with many hours behind and many more ahead...
i dont do as i should, but belive in my dream instead...

many times have i dreamt it, the life i so desire...
but i sit here with a heavy heart, knowing ill be burned by the fire...

i'm a dreamer, a searcher, and i dare to belive...
but this dream i chase i have yet to achieve...

a dream is an image of what we want to own...
i sit here with its pain, it chills to the bone...

if we are ever to have this dream we must chance all and allow it to fly...
but i am afraid, i fear it will pass me by...

if my dream was before me and had fleash for me to touch...
i would touch it ever so gently, and hold it oh so much...

but it is a dream, it hides only in my mind...
is it real, is it even mine to find???

A dreamers poem.
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Posted 7/11/2008 3:19 AM (#7001 - in reply to #6952)
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hi all,searching,i love your words,it speaks of what is in your heart.We are all searchers,we all have dreams,i think you are further along the path than you beleive yourself to be,but fear is holding you back,don,t let it.just be you,your perfect as you are,love and hugs,irisxxx
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Posted 7/11/2008 6:35 AM (#7010 - in reply to #7001)
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THE SEEKERS

John Masefield

Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth nor blessed abode,
But the hope of the City of God at the other end of the road.

Not for us are content, and quiet, and peace of mind,
For we go seeking a city that we shall never find.

There is no solace on earth for us--for such as we--
Who search for a hidden city that we shall never see.

Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain,
And the watch-fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.

We seek the City of God, and the haunt where beauty dwells,
And we find the noisy mart and the sound of burial bells.

Never the golden city, where radiant people meet,
But the dolorous town where mourners are going about the street.

We travel the dusty road till the light of the day is dim,
And sunset shows us spires away on the world’s rim.

We travel from dawn to dusk, till the day is past and by,
Seeking the Holy City beyond the rim of the sky.

Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth nor blest abode,
But the hope of the City of God at the other end of the road.


(sorry - way back on this thread I see that I had posted If not realizing it had been posted much earlier .... just shows what happens when we don;t check pervious threads/posts before opsting - as I did here, to make sure I hadn't put this on already; the memory of it has been evoked by recent threads elsewhere)
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Posted 7/11/2008 6:35 AM (#7011 - in reply to #7001)
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THE SEEKERS

John Masefield

Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth nor blessed abode,
But the hope of the City of God at the other end of the road.

Not for us are content, and quiet, and peace of mind,
For we go seeking a city that we shall never find.

There is no solace on earth for us--for such as we--
Who search for a hidden city that we shall never see.

Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain,
And the watch-fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.

We seek the City of God, and the haunt where beauty dwells,
And we find the noisy mart and the sound of burial bells.

Never the golden city, where radiant people meet,
But the dolorous town where mourners are going about the street.

We travel the dusty road till the light of the day is dim,
And sunset shows us spires away on the world’s rim.

We travel from dawn to dusk, till the day is past and by,
Seeking the Holy City beyond the rim of the sky.

Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth nor blest abode,
But the hope of the City of God at the other end of the road.


(sorry - way back on this thread I see that I had posted If not realizing it had been posted much earlier .... just shows what happens when we don;t check pervious threads/posts before opsting - as I did here, to make sure I hadn't put this on already; the memory of it has been evoked by recent threads elsewhere)
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Posted 7/11/2008 6:36 AM (#7013 - in reply to #7001)
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THE SEEKERS

John Masefield

Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth nor blessed abode,
But the hope of the City of God at the other end of the road.

Not for us are content, and quiet, and peace of mind,
For we go seeking a city that we shall never find.

There is no solace on earth for us--for such as we--
Who search for a hidden city that we shall never see.

Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain,
And the watch-fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.

We seek the City of God, and the haunt where beauty dwells,
And we find the noisy mart and the sound of burial bells.

Never the golden city, where radiant people meet,
But the dolorous town where mourners are going about the street.

We travel the dusty road till the light of the day is dim,
And sunset shows us spires away on the world’s rim.

We travel from dawn to dusk, till the day is past and by,
Seeking the Holy City beyond the rim of the sky.

Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth nor blest abode,
But the hope of the City of God at the other end of the road.


(sorry - way back on this thread I see that I had posted If, by Rudyard Kipling, not realizing it had been posted much earlier .... just shows what happens when we don;t check pervious threads/posts before posting - as I did here, to make sure I hadn't put this on already; the memory of it has been evoked by recent threads elsewhere)
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Posted 7/11/2008 6:37 AM (#7014 - in reply to #7001)
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THE SEEKERS

John Masefield

Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth nor blessed abode,
But the hope of the City of God at the other end of the road.

Not for us are content, and quiet, and peace of mind,
For we go seeking a city that we shall never find.

There is no solace on earth for us--for such as we--
Who search for a hidden city that we shall never see.

Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain,
And the watch-fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.

We seek the City of God, and the haunt where beauty dwells,
And we find the noisy mart and the sound of burial bells.

Never the golden city, where radiant people meet,
But the dolorous town where mourners are going about the street.

We travel the dusty road till the light of the day is dim,
And sunset shows us spires away on the world’s rim.

We travel from dawn to dusk, till the day is past and by,
Seeking the Holy City beyond the rim of the sky.

Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth nor blest abode,
But the hope of the City of God at the other end of the road.


(sorry - way back on this thread I see that I had posted If, by Rudyard Kipling, not realizing it had been posted much earlier .... just shows what happens when we don;t check pervious threads/posts before posting - as I did here, to make sure I hadn't put this on already; the memory of it has been evoked by recent threads elsewhere)
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Posted 7/11/2008 10:27 AM (#7055 - in reply to #323)
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Joy and Sorrow chapter VIII


Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."

And he answered:

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.

And how else can it be?

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."

But I say unto you, they are inseparable.

Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.

Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.

When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

Khalil Gibran

Im kinda into this guy at the moment. Bear with me. Tis a phase Im going through
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Posted 7/11/2008 10:39 AM (#7060 - in reply to #323)
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No need to apologise. It's beautiful. Timeless and good to be reminded of.

Joy and Sorrow about in the poem If

'if you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two imposters just the same'
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Posted 7/11/2008 11:17 AM (#7068 - in reply to #323)
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Tracy Ann, thx for turning me onto this guy...I have only ever heard of him, never really did much of the readings, so lovely-In fact I have a book of his work on my book shelf, and never even cracked it open, it is begging me to do so now.

Have a lovely day down there!

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Posted 7/11/2008 5:56 PM (#7069 - in reply to #7068)
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Sorry, but, not wishng to patronise, how humble is that ? Owning to having a book on your shelf that you haven't read ?! That's very open of you Instinctual.

Now, how many of the books on my shelf have I actually read .... ?? xx
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Posted 7/11/2008 8:27 PM (#7070 - in reply to #323)
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Uh I dunno, either all of em, some of them, most of them or somewhere in the middle, I'd venture to guess! ahaha
I thought you were off visiting Mum?
Lor
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Posted 7/12/2008 4:53 PM (#7099 - in reply to #7001)
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Thank you sunflower for the kind words. i have always been a very quiet person, other than things in which i was sure of. you know the whole " dont speek and be thought a fool or speek and remove all dought." lol. but have begun a path that i dont belive i could stop even if i wanted to. so thank you again. Jerry
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Posted 7/14/2008 4:22 AM (#7176 - in reply to #7099)
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(today's poem from Poem of the Day web-site - won't do this everyday, but this .....

You stop to point at the moon in the sky

You stop to point at the moon in the sky,
but the finger’s blind unless the moon is shining.
One moon, one careless finger pointing –
are these two things or one?
The question is a pointer guiding
a novice from ignorance thick as fog.
Look deeper. The mystery calls and calls:
No moon, no finger — nothing there at all.
- Taigu Ryokan
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Posted 7/14/2008 7:24 PM (#7206 - in reply to #323)
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Oh Marty-r, you make me smile! ahaha I relate to you about books although we come about ours in different ways, I have a book exchange with family and friends, I get enamored with garage sale reads and head to Border's and just have to read for example an author who was just on Book TV. Good intentions I must say, but life gets in the way!
That sounds like a really cool idea, "Book Thing". I like that.

Paul- thanks for the poem, it reminds me somewhat of the original poem that James posted.

Peace and Monkey Grease!
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Posted 7/14/2008 7:34 PM (#7208 - in reply to #323)
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The Tree


The Ethereal beauty carries You

At once it beckons Thee

Then the Light will shine on You

When see you do the Tree.


The beam will come from up above

And wake it will, your Core

Blue Jays, Robins, Pure White Doves

Have entered your Spirit Door.


The flutter is Yours now

They trusted You

With their Loving Energy

You must never forget the first time

Your Spirit saw the Tree.


The Earth gives Birth to Majesty

The Glen, so full of Love

Mystery surrounds this place!

And this- just one Octave.


Surrounding you is Sweetness

Ancient Secrets of The Sages

A pure sense of Completeness

For Us to write on Pages.


The Leaves in Autumn from The Tree

Blazing Fire on Earth's Floor.

Breezes and Rain

Make

Sensual Terrain

With a Sky of Pure Azure.


The Glorious Debris I see

turns into Magic mulch.

Giving back to Earth It's Gold

Some travels down the gulch.



This Gypsy Earth that was Created

from Elements and Winds And Time

Wherever it's needed it will be guided

It's use will be Sublime.



The Tree in Winter

Taking Slumber

Or so, it would appear

But in It's heart It knows the Truth

It knows that You are near.



The Buds of Spring, The Scent of God

The Birthing Process Starts

From in the Womb of Mother Earth

Pure Love it does Impart.



The Birds that flew into your Door

Are Timeless, Real and True

For without them

You would not know

Why They came for You.


These gorgeous Creatures In All Their Wisdom

Have a Truth to Quietly Share

Of where they lived

Before they Flew

Into Your Sacred Lair.


The Branches, Twigs, Sprouts and Leaves

Are Brimming with Their Beauty.

You see, The Tree in all It's Glory

Saw it as It's Duty.


It welcomes them and Beckons them

Invites Them to Their Nest

Where They can Eat and Play and Love

And Live Life at It's Best.



I Am Eternally Grateful To Them

For Migrating to My Heart

Because Now I understand the Truth

About From Where I Start.


There is no Beginning, No Middle or End

That Enters Into Me

That is Because

I am The Sun, The Wind, The Rain,

The Tree.


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Posted 7/15/2008 5:31 AM (#7212 - in reply to #323)
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Lovely tree. Thanks
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Posted 7/15/2008 8:55 AM (#7222 - in reply to #7176)
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Paul Joseph - 7/15/2008 5:22 PM

(today's poem from Poem of the Day web-site - won't do this everyday, but this .....

You stop to point at the moon in the sky

You stop to point at the moon in the sky,
but the finger’s blind unless the moon is shining.
One moon, one careless finger pointing –
are these two things or one?
The question is a pointer guiding
a novice from ignorance thick as fog.
Look deeper. The mystery calls and calls:
No moon, no finger — nothing there at all.
- Taigu Ryokan

Amazing, I left this as a blank comment at first because I could not let it go uncommented, and yet the only comment
worth writing was the silence I was left with.

I happen to have Ryokan's death poem.

Ryokan ??
Died on the sixth ay of the first month. 1831 at the age of 74.

Now it reveals its hidden side
and now the other-thus it falls,
an autumn leaf.

Ura o mise
omote o misete
chiru momiji.

spoken at his moment of death.



Edited by NothingEverything 7/15/2008 9:11 AM
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Posted 7/15/2008 9:57 AM (#7228 - in reply to #323)
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1. The Road Not Taken ( by Robert Frost)


TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 20


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Posted 7/15/2008 9:59 AM (#7229 - in reply to #7222)
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Lovely NE; and great translation; I coincidentally had been in the process of posting Robert Frost's poem before reading your additional death poem; and yet they each seem to resonate with each other.
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W H AUDEN:

Three Short Poems

"The underground roads
Are, as the dead prefer them,
Always tortuous."

"When he looked the cave in the eye,
Hercules
Had a moment of doubt."

"Leaning out over
The dreadful precipice,
One contemptuous tree."

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Posted 7/17/2008 11:14 AM (#7316 - in reply to #7099)
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hi Jerry,i hav been reading your posts with great interest,and am so pleased you are finding the path you have craved for,i beleive you,ut of many herehave much to give,wisdom,knowledge,and much spiritual love from your lovely heart,i wish you well,and when this board finaly closes,i hope we will still be together,werever we may be,thankyou for beinga special friend to me,love and hugs always,irisxxx A bond never to be broken x
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... Shakespeare's life and doings remain litle kniown, really, and the identity of to whom he dedicated his sonnets is also not clear; he said, 'to the Dark Lady'; I thus like to think if them as dedicated to the Muse, to the Dark Goddess, Sophia, mother of Wisdom ... many think WS inaccessible, possibly ebcause they have not had direct access to his works, so here is a particularly lovely one, with, i feel, metaphysical content also. xx Busy day, but want to respond to all those other great threads/postys ebnfore the Board is woudn down, please !!


Shall I compare thee to a summers day
Sonnet 18
William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Shall I compare thee to a summers day
Sonnet 18
William Shakespeare
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THE SECOND COMING
by W B Yeats, 1920

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?





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HEAVEN
by A S J Tessimond (1902 - 1962)


In the heaven of the god I hope for (call him X)

There is marriage and giving in marriage and transient sex

For those who will cast the body's vest aside

Soon, but are not yet rarified

And still embrace. For X is never annoyed

Or shocked; has read his Jung and knows his Freud,

He gives you time in heaven to do as you please,

To climb love's ladder by slow degrees,

Gently to rise from sense to soul, to ascend

To a world of timeless joy, world without end.



Here on the gates of pearl there hangs no sign

Limiting cakes and ale, forbidding wine.

No weakness here is hidden, no vice unknown.

Sin is a sickness to be cured, outgrown

With the help of a god who can laugh, an unsolemn god

Who smiles at old wives' tales of iron rod

And fiery hell, a God who's more at ease

With bawds and Falstaffs than with Pharisees.



Here the lame learn to leap, the blind to see,

Tyrants are taught to be humble, slaves to be free.

Fools become wise and wise men cease to be bores,

Here bishops learn from lips of back-street whores,

And white men follow black-faced angels' feet

Through fields of orient and immortal wheat.


Villon, Lautrec and Baudelaire are here.

Here Swift forgets his anger, Poe his fear.

Napoleon rests. Columbus, journeys done,

Has reached his new Atlantis, found his sun.

Verlaine and Dylan Thomas drink together.

Marx talks to Plato. Byron wonders whether

There's some mistake. Wordsworth has found a hill

That's home. Here Chopin plays the piano still.

Wren plans ethereal domes; and Renoir paints

Young girls as ripe as fruit but not yet saitns.


And X, of whom no coward is afraind,

Who's friend consulted, not fierce king obeyed;

Who hears the unspoken thought, the prayer unprayed;

Who expects not even the learned to understand

His universe, extends a prodigal hand,

Full of forgiveness, over his promised land







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Posted 7/22/2008 3:58 AM (#7558 - in reply to #323)
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Stages
by Herman Hesse (though written as if by the central character, Joseph Knecht, Master of 'The Glass Bead Game', a deeply metaphysical work of literature, set in the 23rd century ....) Namaste ..

As every flower fades and
as all youth departs
So life at every stage
So every virtue
So our grasp of truth
Blooms in its day and
may not last forever
Since life may summon us
at every stage
Be ready heart, for parting
new endeavor
Be ready bravely
and without remorse
To find new light
that old ties cannot give
IN ALL BEGINNINGS
dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us
to LIVE
Serenely let us move to distant places
and let no sentiments of home
detain us
The Cosmic Spirit seeks not
to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage
to wider spaces
If we accept a home
of our own making
Familiar habit makes for indolence
We must prepare for parting
and leave taking
Or else remain the slaves
of permanence


Even the hour of our death
may send us speeding on to
fresh and newer spaces
And life may summon us
to newer races
So be it heart:
bid farewell without end

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from Today's Poem of the Day
(I know I said I wouldn;t keep doing this and I won;t; but felt this was so metaphysical, felt I had to share it!)

Sleep On

[Posted: 22 Jul 2008 03:48 PM CDT]

You who are not kept anxiously awake for love’s sake, sleep on.
In restless search for that river, we hurry along;
you whose heart such anxiety has not disturbed, sleep on.
Love’s place is out beyond the many separate sects;
since you love choosing and excluding, sleep on.
Love’s dawn cup is our sunrise, his dusk our supper;
you whose longing is for sweets and whose passion is for supper, sleep on.
In search of the philosopher’s stone, we are melting like copper;
you whose philosopher’s stone is cushion and pillow, sleep on.
I have abandoned hope for my brain and head; you who wish for
a clear head and fresh brain, sleep on.
I have torn speech like a tattered robe and let words go;
you who are still dressed in your clothes, sleep on.

Translated by Jack Marshall
Arabian Nights Coffeehouse Press, October 1986
from Poem of the Day



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Posted 7/24/2008 1:44 PM (#7672 - in reply to #323)
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God said come to the edge.
I said i t's to high.

God said come to the edge.
I said i might fall.

God said come to the edge.
I said i am not worthy.

God said come to the edge.
I said i am afraid.

God said come to the edge.
so i came to the edge.
God pushed me over the edge.

And I flew...
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Namaste Searching. Keep aloft xx
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Posted 7/25/2008 4:39 AM (#7696 - in reply to #7684)
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LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI
by John Keats, 1819


Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
And the harvest's done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful - a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery's song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said -
'I love thee true'.

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

And there she lulled me asleep
And there I dreamed - Ah! woe betide! -
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried - 'La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!'

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill's side.

And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.



http://englishhistory.net/keats/poetry/labelledamesansmerci.html


Namaste



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Posted 7/25/2008 4:47 AM (#7698 - in reply to #323)
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Unending Love

Posted: 24 Jul 2008 03:42 PM CDT

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

by Rabindranath Tagore
from Poem of the Day

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Posted 7/25/2008 10:08 AM (#7700 - in reply to #323)
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A. E. Housman 1859 -1936
From Last Poems No. XL


Tell me not here, it needs not saying,
What tune the enchantress plays
In aftermaths of soft September
Or under blanching mays,
For she and I were long acquainted
And I knew all her ways.

On russet floors, by waters idle,
The pine lets fall its cone;
The cuckoo shouts all day at nothing
In leafy dells alone;
And traveller's joy beguiles in autumn
Hearts that have lost their own.

On acres of the seeded grasses
The changing burnish heaves;
Or marshalled under moons of harvest
Stand still all night the sheaves;
Or beeches strip in storms for winter
And stain the wind with leaves.

Possess, as I possessed a season,
The countries I resign,
Where over elmy plains the highway
Would mount the hills and shine,
And full of shade the pillared forest
Would murmur and be mine.

For nature, heartless, witless nature,
Will neither care nor know
What stranger's feet may find the meadow
And trespass there and go,
Nor ask amid the dews of morning
If they are mine or no.
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Posted 7/25/2008 11:12 AM (#7707 - in reply to #323)
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one for Sunflower today ...[relayed by a olde poor knight returning from the East after many bizarre, outlandish and unbeleivable adventures ... enjoy]

JABBERWOCKY
Lewis Carroll
(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.



"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"


He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.


And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!


One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.


"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.




`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.



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Posted 7/25/2008 11:18 AM (#7710 - in reply to #7707)
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... though, in response to the sentiments in Jabberwocky, we are meant to love the serpents into their bliss rather than slay the dragons in our hearts ...

(couldn't resist that one !)
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Posted 7/26/2008 9:10 AM (#7746 - in reply to #7710)
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hi sir gallahad ye knight of olde,i don,t understand what the poem means,oh i know you must think me stupid,thick,whatever,but honest now,i,m not good at picking out riddles.Is it a nice peom,or a not so nice one,to the recipient,do i sound paranoid,ok,thats alright,i am a bit,but i,m also sensitive and true,i mean this with respect,and thankyou for the poem,i know of alice through the looking glass,i know of the tea party,thats is lovely.Okay,having a bad day today,like we all do,anyway,coming on here and jabbering,keeps me sane,and safe.Okay,this is a poem i wrote for a true spirtiual friend,who helped me through bad times...

FRIENDS

it can sometimes take a lifetime
to find a friend thats true
but i,ve been very lucky
in friendship i,ve found you
my prayer for each and everyone
is faith,and love so bright
an everlasting candle
to light the darkest night
if life seems sometimes hard to bare
when troubles never end
just hold the hand right next to you
your very closest friend
and as i thankyou one and all
for all the love youv,e sent
the precious gift that means the most
is your love and prayers were meant.

love and hugs,irisxx
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Posted 7/26/2008 10:50 AM (#7751 - in reply to #323)
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It's a 'nonsence poem, which thinks I mean, you can make of it what you want to. Just sent as a light-hearted jape, Alice etc is such a lovely read ... sorry, no offence mant at all, on the cotnrary - fun and lauighter

ye olde derelict knight too far from the East & high seas x
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... and lovely poem ... x
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Posted 8/2/2008 3:55 PM (#8288 - in reply to #7698)
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THE GREAT LOVER

by

RUPERT BROOKE

I have been so great a lover: filled my days
So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise,
The pain, the calm, and the astonishment,
Desire illimitable, and still content,
And all dear names men use, to cheat despair,
For the perplexed and viewless streams that bear
Our hearts at random down the dark of life.
Now, ere the unthinking silence on that strife
Steals down, I would cheat drowsy Death so far,
My night shall be remembered for a star
That outshone all the suns of all men's days.
Shall I not crown them with immortal praise
Whom I have loved, who have given me, dared with me
High secrets, and in darkness knelt to see
The inenarrable godhead of delight?
Love is a flame; -- we have beaconed the world's night.
A city: -- and we have built it, these and I.
An emperor: -- we have taught the world to die.
So, for their sakes I loved, ere I go hence,
And the high cause of Love's magnificence,
And to keep loyalties young, I'll write those names
Golden for ever, eagles, crying flames,
And set them as a banner, that men may know,
To dare the generations, burn, and blow
Out on the wind of Time, shining and streaming....
These I have loved:
White plates and cups, clean-gleaming,
Ringed with blue lines; and feathery, faery dust;
Wet roofs, beneath the lamp-light; the strong crust
Of friendly bread; and many-tasting food;
Rainbows; and the blue bitter smoke of wood;
And radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers;
And flowers themselves, that sway through sunny hours,
Dreaming of moths that drink them under the moon;
Then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon
Smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss
Of blankets; grainy wood; live hair that is
Shining and free; blue-massing clouds; the keen
Unpassioned beauty of a great machine;
The benison of hot water; furs to touch;
The good smell of old clothes; and other such --
The comfortable smell of friendly fingers,
Hair's fragrance, and the musty reek that lingers
About dead leaves and last year's ferns....
Dear names,
And thousand other throng to me! Royal flames;
Sweet water's dimpling laugh from tap or spring;
Holes in the ground; and voices that do sing;
Voices in laughter, too; and body's pain,
Soon turned to peace; and the deep-panting train;
Firm sands; the little dulling edge of foam
That browns and dwindles as the wave goes home;
And washen stones, gay for an hour; the cold
Graveness of iron; moist black earthen mould;
Sleep; and high places; footprints in the dew;
And oaks; and brown horse-chestnuts, glossy-new;
And new-peeled sticks; and shining pools on grass; --
All these have been my loves. And these shall pass,
Whatever passes not, in the great hour,
Nor all my passion, all my prayers, have power
To hold them with me through the gate of Death.
They'll play deserter, turn with the traitor breath,
Break the high bond we made, and sell Love's trust
And sacramented covenant to the dust.
---- Oh, never a doubt but, somewhere, I shall wake,
And give what's left of love again, and make
New friends, now strangers....
But the best I've known,
Stays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blown
About the winds of the world, and fades from brains
Of living men, and dies.
Nothing remains.

O dear my loves, O faithless, once again
This one last gift I give: that after men
Shall know, and later lovers, far-removed,
Praise you, "All these were lovely"; say, "He loved."
Rupert Brooke, Mataiea, 1914

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Posted 8/7/2008 5:45 PM (#8778 - in reply to #323)
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Transcendence

put out the incense
i do not wish to disturb
this gentle silence
with superb thoughts.


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Posted 8/9/2008 8:59 AM (#8899 - in reply to #323)
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Lovely evocative poem Cara, thanks for taking the risk of posting ... I guess you do know don't you, that 'quick', originally meant, living, or alive ?
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Posted 8/30/2008 7:10 AM (#9836 - in reply to #323)
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... and in the vein of old threads gone but not forgotten, here's another ... started by dear NE ... and here's a little addition from me before signing off for today:

Searching for You
I lost myself

Losing myself
You found me

(I'm not sure that's 100% original, but not consciously plagiarised ... if there is a source, happy to know it ... then again, it is very hard to write purely original mystical poetry, as the Ultimate Source remains constant ...)

Namaste
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Posted 9/1/2008 4:59 AM (#9874 - in reply to #9836)
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Interesting spiritual poetry web-site here for anyone interested ...

http://www.allspirit.co.uk/index.html
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Posted 10/4/2008 7:17 AM (#10790 - in reply to #9874)
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Some Haiku I wrote tonight.

Pondering the soul?
Rather, listen to the sound
of no breeze blowing.

A vast emptiness.
What are we before we are?
Behold, your true face!
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Posted 10/4/2008 8:01 AM (#10793 - in reply to #323)
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We are, always.
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Posted 10/4/2008 10:16 AM (#10800 - in reply to #10790)
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Katsu

(hope I got that right!)


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Posted 10/4/2008 10:25 AM (#10801 - in reply to #323)
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That's the name of the restaurant I got spicy seafood noodle soup from last night!

And it was poetry, alright! :-)

Those spices had me traveling in my dreams to faraway lands....I was exhausted when I woke up...jet lag...yeeks aahaha

Edited by instinctual 10/4/2008 10:27 AM
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Posted 10/4/2008 2:48 PM (#10809 - in reply to #10801)
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Awaking

We go to sleep

Arising

We fall down




Edited by Paul Joseph 10/4/2008 3:13 PM
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Posted 10/10/2008 6:09 PM (#11007 - in reply to #323)
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{Shard} of 'Past'
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imagine; dark, silent winter
where the water follows a song
music that colors the inside of the heart black.

Born as one,
Fed flowers of nighttime
it came to me
whispering,
Walk with me.
----------------------

This was written with spare words, the little magnetic sort that one usually has on the fridge. These were on the front door of a friend's house.
I bet I looked pretty strange standing there for an hour.
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Posted 10/10/2008 6:30 PM (#11010 - in reply to #11007)
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dear Draco Platina

Warmest greetings

Absolutely honestly, your post took my breath away, made me catch the back of my throat.

Mazel Tov

(ps, don't often hear the word, 'shard' these days .. one of my favourite words as it happens; as in , sword shards, etc: warrior stuff)

Edited by Paul Joseph 10/10/2008 6:55 PM
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Posted 10/17/2008 12:01 AM (#11318 - in reply to #11007)
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Remainder of {Past}
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I flew,
winged as I once was,
to end the days of love.

Gladly cocooned in hate
I so clouded the sun.
And I saw my hands,
that they had rained down red
upon the cool white snow.
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Posted 10/17/2008 2:52 AM (#11320 - in reply to #11318)
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hi draco,your poetry is very profound,thankyou for posting it,i look forward in the future to more,love irisx
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Posted 10/17/2008 7:24 AM (#11328 - in reply to #11320)
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Beautiful
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Posted 10/21/2008 1:22 AM (#11427 - in reply to #323)
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What weight of immeasureable time
Presses it burden on my soul?
Through the levels of the ages
Through the time that IS and WAS
This over-lapping being called I
Seeking microscopic answers
To the spaces in my mind.
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Posted 10/21/2008 6:30 PM (#11442 - in reply to #11427)
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"Like the images unwind

in the circles of your mind "

Nice poetry, grassrootsmystic

hello and welcome all the way from Kansas !

& is and was is Now and ever shall Be

nevermore than you or me
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Posted 10/21/2008 7:24 PM (#11448 - in reply to #323)
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Hi Paul Joseph and thank you for welcoming me. Actually that was a very very old poem of mine. I saw that the site had not had much input for a while and it made me sad, that is the poem that came to my mind. Very happy to have found the UMS and the discussion boards!
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Listen to the no words of your universe

And follow them unswayingly throughout

They'll lead you on a journey yet unrealized

By common conscience minds perceived as whole
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Posted 10/22/2008 11:43 AM (#11457 - in reply to #323)
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Reflections( me-1993)

A wolf's chilling cry
Grandmother moon to awake
A deep indigo sky
As I dream of my fate.

I see barren trees
Heavy laden with snow
Winter's icy grip
The seed that won't grow

I see a smoke cloud rising
In it a prayer
The drums in the distance
A heartbeat of fear

The clouds embrace the earth
With their icy touch
They swirl around me
Even my heart they touch

As a cry escaped my lips
I turned to see
The wolf's image in the water
Was the soul of me
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Lovely MarshaZ and grassrootsmystic that this thread continues to live ....

great soul-work

thanx
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Posted 10/24/2008 4:02 PM (#11542 - in reply to #323)
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poetry is of the soul...



Edited by Danjummai 10/24/2008 4:14 PM
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... and last but not least, for now anyhow (sorry about that dreadful rhyme), here is the poetry for the soul thread ... just to welcome you further on Board ...

blessings - need to log off and get dinner ready (17.05 here, pitch black and pouring with rain !)
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Posted 11/4/2008 7:19 AM (#12045 - in reply to #323)
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Welcoming Winter 10-15-1999

There from the distance comes,

Crossing through Summer Known for

Throwing off clothes in ritual and bath, both

In water and in sun, there in thy other name

Spring, cloaked in thy nourishing green,

Era when flowers, Lavenders, lilies and roses

Blossoms to bewitch with petals nude

Ah, that orgasmic smell of odor strong

Yes, that which in incense steals

Souls of lower and bodies high, in its box of

Endless bliss, and then we are floating

With sleeking ease and limitless our will

O’ there you are visibly projected to all,

The animate and inanimate alike

I see Thee! Nay, Thy coaxing voice

The harbinger of cool and dreary breeze

O’ that snow in its coat of white smiting flakes

Thou, indeed, art that powerful God and

Goddess that baptizes not with fire but dust!

O’ our darling Winter come and take us all

After all, we are victims of a weakness known

 

By Amateur Poet: Ahmad Umar Abdullahi



Edited by Danjummai 11/4/2008 7:23 AM
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Posted 11/4/2008 7:35 AM (#12046 - in reply to #12045)
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Lovely poem Ahmad
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Posted 12/31/2008 8:39 PM (#12867 - in reply to #323)
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Mary! had a little Lamb,
His fleece was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went,
The Lamb was sure to go.


He followed her to school each day,
T'wasn't even in the rule.
It made the children laugh and play,
To have a Lamb at school.


And then the rules all changed one day,
Illegal it became;
To bring the Lamb of God to school,
Or even speak His Name!


Every day got worse and worse,
And days turned into years.
Instead of hearing children laugh,
We heard gun shots and tears.


What must we do to stop the crime,
That's in our schools today?
Let's let the Lamb come back to school,
And teach our kids to pray!

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Posted 1/1/2009 6:46 AM (#12869 - in reply to #12867)
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Interesting observations Jerry ...
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Posted 1/10/2009 6:49 AM (#13046 - in reply to #12869)
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On page 6 herein is the Tessimond poem, Heaven, which was evoked by Aquarius saying how nice it will/would be all meet when we meet multi-dimensionally ... also on that page is a lovely poem by our dear friend Lori too .... as a reminder of old friends ... but apart from that, some wonderful words by many on these pages .... I think so, anyway

Some weekend reading !!

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Posted 1/16/2009 6:29 PM (#13159 - in reply to #323)
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If I were to fall would anyone catch me?

Could they if it was in my own despair?

If the night didn’t change to dark would I notice the difference?

If the light didn’t shine through would anyone still care?



Have you ever lived a lifetime in a day?

If so was it real, if it could be what would you pay?

Reality, what exactly makes it real,

Is it the censes that a dying body can feel?



Have you ever looked in the mirror and wondered who it was looking at you?

Are you living your life or the life of another?

Have you ever seen your life elsewhere, are you completely lost in your view?

Have you ever lost you breath and stopped to shudder?



Is depression a state of mind of a way of being?

Have you ever felt trapped, held down and can’t get free?

When living your life, are you living or are you just seeing?

If so are you “you” or are you me?

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Posted 1/16/2009 6:29 PM (#13160 - in reply to #323)
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If I were to fall would anyone catch me?

Could they if it was in my own despair?

If the night didn’t change to dark would I notice the difference?

If the light didn’t shine through would anyone still care?



Have you ever lived a lifetime in a day?

If so was it real, if it could be what would you pay?

Reality, what exactly makes it real,

Is it the censes that a dying body can feel?



Have you ever looked in the mirror and wondered who it was looking at you?

Are you living your life or the life of another?

Have you ever seen your life elsewhere, are you completely lost in your view?

Have you ever lost you breath and stopped to shudder?



Is depression a state of mind of a way of being?

Have you ever felt trapped, held down and can’t get free?

When living your life, are you living or are you just seeing?

If so are you “you” or are you me?

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Posted 1/17/2009 12:30 PM (#13176 - in reply to #323)
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Dear Jerry:

Yes x
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Posted 1/18/2009 8:21 AM (#13200 - in reply to #323)
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Dear Jerry - yes, also from me.

With love - Aquarius

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Posted 1/18/2009 8:26 AM (#13201 - in reply to #323)
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From: ‘The Quitter’ by Robert W. Service
‘Rhymes of a Rolling Stone’

You’re sick of the game? Well, now that’s a shame.
 You’re young and you’re brave and you’re bright.
You’ve had a raw deal!’ I know – but don’t squeal,
 Buck up, do your damnedest, and fight.
It’s the plugging away that will win you the day,
 So don’t be a piker, old pard!
Just draw on your grit, it’s so easy to quit.
 It’s the keeping-your chin-up that’s hard.

It’s easy to cry that you’re beaten – and die;
 It’s easy to crawfish and crawl;
But to fight and to fight when hope’s out of sight –
 Why that’s the best game of them all!
And though you come out of each gruelling bout,
 All broken and battered and scarred,
Just have one more try – it’s dead easy to die,
 It’s the keeping-on-living that’s hard.

From ‘Overcoming Depression and Suicidal Tendencies Through Understanding’
 ‘Astrology on the Healing Journey’

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Posted 1/19/2009 8:08 AM (#13237 - in reply to #13201)
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How true Aquarius

don't know why, but this evoked the memory of this poem (which is also a painting by Picasso, i think):



The Man With the Blue Guitar
by Wallace Stevens

I
The man bent over his guitar,
A shearsman of sorts. The day was green.

They said, "You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are."

The man replied, "Things as they are
Are changed upon the blue guitar."

And they said then, "But play, you must,
A tune beyond us, yet ourselves,

A tune upon the blue guitar
Of things exactly as they are."

http://www.geegaw.com/stories/the_man_with_the_blue_guitar.shtml

also, to reprise the following though I will attempt an edit!:

If
by Rudyard Kipling (slightly edited by yours truly, not sure it works like this, but it is less gender-biased!!))

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when everyone doubts you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If everyone counts with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run --
Yours is the Earth unto the end
And -- which is more -- you will be Whole, dear friend.







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Posted 1/21/2009 7:06 AM (#13299 - in reply to #323)
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Both poems are very beautiful; thank you for sharing them with us, Paul. I particularly love your edited version of Kipling's 'If'; as a matter of fact it like it much better than the original. Would you mind if I take it on file and use it somewhere - don't exactly know where as yet, but I'll find a place for it, of that I am sure.

Thanks and God bless - Aquarius

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Posted 1/21/2009 7:37 AM (#13300 - in reply to #13299)
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Well Aquarius - high praise indeed ! Thank you and no I would not mind at all; i think the copyright on Kipling's poems has expired so I cannot imagine anyone being too troubled, especially as I make it clear that i have edited it and why !!

What a warming thought of yours.

The first poem is an extract from a much longer sequence, but I think he went on too long with it, and the first part, given here, he should have stayed with (in my humble estimation !). It was one of the favourite poems of an old dear, long-deceased friend of mine who i mentioned somewhere here before, an Anglican Franciscan monk by the name of Bro Ian. He had gone into the cloisters late in an interesting life, but even so, did not retire there - he spent most of his time on the streets with homeless alcoholics.

Also, I had been thinking of your poem just above, and it also reminded me of a quotation by John Buchan in the beginning of one his books, which again, i have used before here, but may have been missed (though Marty liked it at the time, I recall) - it appears at the beginning of his novel, Sick Heart River, about a man, diagnosed with cancer, who uses his last months to save the existence of a Canadian native peoples, and is taken from, the Chronicles of Alfred:

"If though hast a woe, tell it not to the weakling: tell it to thy saddle bow and ride singing forth"

Buchan is much in my mind, as his other novel (one of my favourite books of all time): The Path of the King, starts with an 8th century viking boy-prince, lost in the mists of battle, and concludes with Abraham Lincoln finding his destiny (inter alia, Mr Obama); it resonates with karma, strange given Buchan's 'stiff' and conventional upbringing, though in his autobiography, 'Memory Hold the Door', he refers to three moments in his life when he had powerful experiences of deja vu that seemed to take him back to past life memories.

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Posted 1/21/2009 9:09 AM (#13301 - in reply to #323)
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I love the edited version especially, maybe because I too - as you will have noticed - am very fond of editing, sometimes practically rewriting what the poet of by-gone days wrote. I do this intuitively and the way the inspiration comes to me and how I imagine s/he would write it, were they with us now and had found the much improved understanding of life so many of us are by now guided to find, thanks be to God and the Angels.

With love - Aquarius

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Posted 1/21/2009 10:24 AM (#13304 - in reply to #13301)
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Interesting point, thank you for clarifying that, Aquarius

Every blessing

Paul
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Posted 1/24/2009 10:47 PM (#13383 - in reply to #323)
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the man with the blue guitar was a beautiful poem Paul.
Thank you.
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Posted 1/25/2009 4:23 PM (#13392 - in reply to #13383)
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You are very welcome, NE; good to hear you from you; glad you caught the last, lost chord x
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Posted 1/29/2009 10:57 PM (#13471 - in reply to #323)
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Have you ever stared into the horizon and seen what lies beyond?

Was it a sea of beauty?

How long before it was gone?



Have you had the opportunity to stare death in the face?

Were you frightened or worried?

Did you continue on with life’s never ending race?



Have you ever stopped and listened to the nothing that’s all around?

Did you hear its message?

Or are you only listening for a sound?



Do you search for what is real, or only accept what you know?

Have you ever looked inside?

What you found, was it friend or was it foe?



If I put the answers before you, would you read them with a smile?

Or would you only sit and not see them?

With the answers would you only continue to “know” all the while?

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Posted 2/3/2009 5:30 AM (#13578 - in reply to #5426)
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Here is NE's Warrior's Creed, a propos Lyonna's recent question (page 4).

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Posted 4/16/2009 6:53 AM (#14517 - in reply to #13578)
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.... just keeping old, valued, worn out threads alive before the moths find them .... !! For Maa
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Posted 4/17/2009 9:43 AM (#14545 - in reply to #323)
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Posted 4/17/2009 9:43 AM (#14546 - in reply to #323)
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I'm of an inter-dimensional species that dwells within human beings/
my eyes have been shut/
but, I can see within my dreams/
so when I awaken/
I'm sometimes confused by my beliefs/
of reality/
cuz sometimes I feel like reality is in me/
most of the time I feel blind/
stuck in insanity/
and in the midst of my mind/
I look for inner peace/scrambling/
and I find none/
so, I sit alone examining/
what I have become/
until I breathe and it removes all of the calamity/

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Posted 4/17/2009 6:56 PM (#14555 - in reply to #14545)
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Ha !

dear Cyphi:

you have moved the goalposts of the poems;

thank you and meditational blessings x
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Posted 6/4/2009 4:39 AM (#15202 - in reply to #323)
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... in case newer friends have not found this thread yet, here is the thread to which I just referred elsewhere ...
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Posted 7/17/2009 6:07 AM (#16006 - in reply to #323)
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Khalil Gibran & ASJ Tessimond's Heaven on page 6 ... together with a lovely Tree by Lori
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Posted 8/31/2009 12:11 PM (#16775 - in reply to #323)
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Only if I do not listen,
I suddenly hear it.
Only if I do not seek it,
There it is!

So you inquire,
what is our truest essence?
Trees sway, and birds fly.
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Posted 8/31/2009 2:20 PM (#16777 - in reply to #16775)
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Ah ha old friend

maybe then my logging on today, the first time

in so many days

the first time, from so many times

I must have heard you;

having also, missed you so very much
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Posted 8/31/2009 8:45 PM (#16784 - in reply to #323)
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Haha,
It was only yesterday, wasnt it?
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Posted 9/1/2009 5:12 PM (#16787 - in reply to #16784)
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Or Now x
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Posted 9/2/2009 9:51 PM (#16801 - in reply to #323)
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I will post originals soon, but I swoon with Rumi, so here you are:


A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden's beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.


...long sigh...

Devon
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Posted 9/3/2009 5:04 AM (#16810 - in reply to #16801)
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Ah well, if we like Rumi ...

http://peacefulrivers.homestead.com/Rumipoetry1.html
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Posted 9/3/2009 7:21 AM (#16817 - in reply to #16810)
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How about Kabir ?:

Do not go to the garden of flowers!
O Friend! go not there;
In your body is the garden of flowers
Take your seat on the thousand petals of the lotus,
and gaze there on the Infinite Beauty

............................

here's one from my holiday:

At a Railway Station in Paris

You, shoeless at the Gare du Norde
We travellers ignored your pleas
No change for exiled families
or those who might otherwise
feed off you:
who sates your needs,
wherein your comfort lies?
What have you seen
with such angry eyes?
Yet we gave you nothing -
shoe'd you away.
Your sisters at least had sandals.
You were a barefoot angel,
shoeless at the Gare du Norde
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Posted 9/3/2009 2:19 PM (#16824 - in reply to #323)
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Much like the petals of the Chakras. Open the Crown Chakra and be ready for many blessings.
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Posted 9/3/2009 2:24 PM (#16825 - in reply to #16824)
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Posted 3/14/2010 5:05 PM (#19012 - in reply to #323)
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For Alpha Omega perhaps ... aka Lighten Up thread ... there are some light moments herein .... I have gone under the floor Boards to find a thread, Metaphysical Humour, not yet found ... other efforts gratefully received ...
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Posted 12/13/2010 4:31 PM (#20848 - in reply to #4835)
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...... this one ....

blessed Solstice time and Yuletide to all here x
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Posted 3/14/2011 6:20 PM (#21465 - in reply to #16784)
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Marty reminded us the other day of our dear friend James, Nothing Everything, NTET, well, here on this thread are a number of poems & comments from James ... was lookign for some of his wonderful photographs too from his kind of adopted country Japan, of him and his little daughter, in the deep woods, but haven't found them yet .... James is a very dear soul to thoswe of us who encountered him here on the Board - hope and sure you are still out there somewhere my friend, maybe on the high ocean

Namaste & love

Paolo, etc x
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Posted 3/15/2011 8:57 PM (#21469 - in reply to #21465)
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Happy Searching PJ......

    .......a trip down memory lane. But, there were so many gems of horse sense wisdom in so many threads.....I think NTET'isms needs a book!

Peace and Zen,

Marty, Luckysan, Poppysan, Sissy-Madama Butterfly

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Posted 1/5/2013 7:08 AM (#23699 - in reply to #23695)
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Recipe For A Happy Home
Take two loving hearts and
Melt them into one.
Add lots of love.
Mix well with respect.
Add gentleness, laughter, joy,
Faith, hope and self-control.

Pour in gallons of understanding
And don’t forget patience.
Blend in ears that know how to listen.
Allow each other to grow and share.
Sprinkle generously with
Smiles, hugs, and kisses.
Bake for a lifetime.

Yield: One Happy Home

Anon.

From ‘Words & Prayers For Relationship Healing’




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Ah - here it is - thanks!!
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All Of Life Is Flowingness
And in this flowing, there is meaning and law.
I cannot lose, what is my own;
I need not seek, what is my own,
For what belongs to me, will come.
Whatever goes does not belong to me.
Only what I am has power.
I now give up all personal struggle and ambition,
Knowing that all that is rightfully mine
Will then be drawn to me.

So, I now let go,
And trust my Highest Self and the Universe,
To run my life for me
And to always show me the way.

Anon.

From ‘Words Of Wisdom For Hope & Encouragement’




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Soul Food For Capricorns
May the good Earth be soft underneath you,
Whenever you rest upon it,
And may it lie easily over your physical body
When your time has come
For returning it to Earth Mother’s loving embrace.
May your quirky sense of humour never fail to
Lift you and all of us above the gloom of this world
By helping us to recognise the funny side of everything.

May the knowledge that you are spirit and soul
Help you rise above the Earth plane,
Your ruling element for your present lifetime.
May your ever growing conscious awareness of
The oneness with our Creator and all life,
When your time for doing so has come,
Aid you with leaving your earthly existence without a struggle,
Winging your way back into our true home,
The world of light, with the greatest of ease.

Happy Birthday, dear Capricorn!

From ‘The Sun In Capricorn’
 




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Posted 10/23/2013 3:26 PM (#24433 - in reply to #323)
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Just reposting this thread as I mentioned it to Orion's Gate, for ease of access
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Posted 10/29/2013 7:58 PM (#24451 - in reply to #323)
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Gee, Poetry! I know lots of 'em (poems that is) but they are more of the Limerick variety, and not so suitable for much of anything. How about Songs? No, wait, that is another thread too. But what if this free song had lyrics? Just think of the possibilities. There are so many free songs with artists like Joe Satriani and Eric Johnson too.

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Posted 12/21/2015 7:53 AM (#26829 - in reply to #24451)
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The Rose



Some say love –
It is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love –
It is a razor that leaves the soul to bleed.
Some say love –
It is a hunger, an endless aching need.
I say: ‘Love –
It is a flower and we its only seed.’

It’s the heart
Afraid of breaking that never learns to dance.
It’s the dream
Afraid of waking that never takes a chance.
It’s the one
Who won’t be taken that cannot seem to give.
And the soul
Afraid of dying that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long,
When you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter,
Far beneath the bitter snows,
Lies the seed that with the Sun’s love,
In the spring, becomes

The Rose.

Amanda McBroom

Sung by Bette Midler

From ‘What Is Soul?’
 
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Posted 12/22/2015 11:24 AM (#26832 - in reply to #323)
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The Journey Of The Magi
by T S Eliot

'A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.'
And the camels galled, sorefooted, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
and running away, and wanting their liquor and women,
And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty and charging high prices:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.

Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins.
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arriving at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you might say) satisfactory.

All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.

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Posted 1/15/2016 8:45 AM (#26904 - in reply to #26832)
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The Race Of Life



When sometimes you feel out of place,
You’ve further to run just to stay in the race,
And the journey ahead seems too hard to face,
Don’t give up.

When legs become weak, and muscles burn,
And the Earth beneath you begins to churn,
To safer ground, your thoughts may turn, yet
Don’t give up.

When your heart can offer you nothing more,
When defeat descends like a leaden door,
With your confidence leaking from every pore,
Don’t give up.

When all you can do is stay in the race,
Rejecting all compromise; not saving face,
When you dig deep just to keep your pace,
Don’t give up.

You’ll reach a point when, as you make the last turn,
From deep within, a force starts to burn,
Internal fires fuelled, when you yearn,
Just don’t give up.

The finish line, that glint of gold
Is reached by those who do not fold,
For guiding hands come to the bold,
Who don’t give up

That vein of gold you rush to meet,
The pulse of life pounds with your feet,
You’ll find resolve in every beat, when you
Don’t give up!

Lesley Humphrey

From ‘Words Of Hope & Encouragement’

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Posted 1/16/2016 6:24 AM (#26908 - in reply to #323)
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Dear Aquarius

Hmmmm ... I find it hard to resonate with the sentiments of that Race of Life, sorry .... well I kind of do, it is kind of how I have been approaching life, although more from the self-sacrificial aspect rather than the possibly more capitalist, competitive implications of the picture .... but whichever way it has brought me personally to the point of physical, mental and emotional exhaustion: and is intolerable as a way of life fit for Divine purpose. I think more of an approach that enables surrender, love and devotion are more the Way of the Divine ... although they are equally hard and quite disciplined to embody, incarnate and fulfill. So I certainly cannot claim to practice what I preach, in either respect!

Best of Everything to Everyone

Paul

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Posted 1/16/2016 8:32 AM (#26909 - in reply to #26908)
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Hello Paul,

That's how one reacts to life when one has learnt from the mistakes of the past and at long last listens to what our spirit and soul have to say, i.e. stop and take it easier. Earning lots of money is NOT the purpose of your being on the Earth plane. You have been granted the gift of another lifetime so that you can learn this lesson and then put it to good use by looking for more satisfactory ways of living and being. Something like that . . .

Only the best to you, too.

With love - Aquarius

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Posted 1/16/2016 8:54 AM (#26911 - in reply to #323)
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Aquarius

I can see that the story might have some relation to the previous couple of posts, but am not sure it is best placed on this thread is it, which seems to be more about members posting up poems of others or their own that have spirit/soul relevance and then one's/others' reactions to that? Unless I am being too prescriptive of course - it's just that otherwise the titles of threads and their contents might lose their meaning, that is all I was thinking ....

Blessed Be

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Posted 1/16/2016 9:20 PM (#26912 - in reply to #26911)
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    My take on this Ophi is somewhat in line with your view.....I want to come here and be enraptured by poetry......not Internet stories of dubious validity and false moral value. Random acts of kindness will not save

us. A united act of benevolence towards our Mother, which is this planet, might buy us a little more time than we have after our path of destruction. 

     I think that here, in this thread, we should rejoice in our finest moments, as it took a whole hell of a lot to create this planet and us, and we have managed to destroy it in virtual seconds.

     Think about it very seriously for a moment, the dinosaurs were here for 60 MILLION years; humans (who are far superior in intellect to dinosaurs) will not get any where near the dinosaurs reign.

      

Sadly in Peace, (I add Paul's "everlasting"

Marty 

   

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Posted 1/17/2016 7:58 AM (#26914 - in reply to #26912)
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Thanks for reply Marty. Yes having thought about it and looked back over the thread, I do not want to be objectionable, but I think the Tale of the Brick post would be better placed elsewhere.

Aquarius - would you like to delete or move it elsewhere or would you prefer me to ?

Regards

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Posted 1/18/2016 8:51 AM (#26917 - in reply to #26914)
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Dear Ophiucus,

Thank you for drawing my attention to 'Tale of the Brick' being out of place in this thread. It was prose for the soul and not poetry. I merely posted it here because it related so well to the things Paul  had said in response to the poem 'The Race Of Life'. I am glad to see that you've removed the prose item already. I have something else for you which I hope you enjoy and have no objections against in this thread.

With love - Aquarius

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Posted 1/18/2016 8:52 AM (#26918 - in reply to #26917)
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Little Gifts

‘Friendship isn’t a big thing,
It’s a million little things.’
Anon.

It’s the little gifts of friendship
That always mean so much.
The little notes, the frequent calls
That keep good friends in touch.
It’s the quiet understanding,
The laughter meant for two,
The little deeds of thoughtfulness
Good friends so often do.

It’s the little gifts of friendship,
The kind and caring ways,
The sharing that adds special cheer
To ordinary days.
And what a world of happiness
These little gifts can bring,
For they start a lasting treasury
Of fond remembering.

Catherine Drummond

From ‘Words & Prayers For Friendship Healing’

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Posted 1/18/2016 12:52 PM (#26921 - in reply to #323)
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dear Aquarius

Please see my comment on your 'Prose of the Soul' thread

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Posted 1/18/2016 12:59 PM (#26922 - in reply to #26917)
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Did I hear 'Brick' hereabouts?

There is a very old British genteel expression that if someone is a 'brick', they are generally a 'good sort', and a 'well respected chap', hence the funny part of this very old joke, which without that knowledge, would be completely misunderstood:

"so your honour I simply said to Carruthers that

'you my fellow are an absolute brick'

when he picked himself up and threw himself at me" !!

[and in use here 'brick' is not to be confused with any Cockney rhyming slang]

ps, I have never sought wealth, quite the opposite, only wanted to help people, hence my bafflement at my current immobilising distress ...

pps, back to 'brick', or even, unhalfbricking.

who can identify those albums from the 70s? [vinyl only, there's a clue; please mention if you had to use Google to answer .....]
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Posted 1/18/2016 2:21 PM (#26923 - in reply to #26922)
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Going back to the old Nothing/Everything days (how we miss you NE..!)

What Is
Is not
All Is
Yet Nothing Is
So what is What
That which Is?
All, or Nothing?
Or Everything

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Posted 1/21/2016 9:10 AM (#26933 - in reply to #26923)
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The Power Of A Kind Word

Drop a pebble into the water. Just a splash and it is gone,
While half-a-hundred ripples are circling on and on and on,
Spreading, spreading from the centre, flowing out to sea,
There is no way of telling where the end will ever be.

It’s the same with words of kindness. Just a flash and they are gone,
But half-a-hundred ripples will keep circling on and on and on,
Bringing hope and joy and comfort on each splashing, dashing wave,
Till you can’t believe the volume of the one kind word you gave.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness. In a minute you forget,
But the gladness and joy you are giving will keep on circling yet.
You may have sent a wave of comfort, whose sweet music can be heard
Over miles and miles of water, by the power of one kind word.

James W. Foley
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Posted 1/25/2016 9:28 AM (#26945 - in reply to #26933)
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The Rosebud



Even the tiniest rosebud
Is a flower of God’s design,
And I cannot unfold its petals
With these earthly hands of mine.

The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
But God opens all flowers easily,
Whereas in my hands they merely die.

If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
Or anything else of God’s design,
Then how can I have the wisdom
Of knowing this life of mine?

That’s why I trust God to lead me,
Each moment of every day,
And look for His/Her guidance
On every step of my way.

The path that lies before me,
You alone, Great Father/Mother, knows.
In You I trust to unfold each moment,
Just as You do with the rose.

Anon.
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From ‘Words & Prayers For Peace, Comfort & Healing’

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Posted 1/25/2016 11:20 AM (#26946 - in reply to #26945)
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Dear Friends

Tonight being for the Scots and for loyal songsters everywhere, Burnsnight, that is, the celebration of the birthday of Robert Burns (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796), the national poet of the Scots and one of the greatest poets to come out of these islands of the Blessed I thought it fitting to place a reminder of him here on this thread: certainly all his poems - many of which were writen as songs - are poems of the soul in one way or another.

From being the hard working rural 'Ploughman Poet' in his early years, Burns' day job went on to be as an excise man, which probably gave him ample opportunity to enjoy his other favourite activities ... indeed it is said he died at a tragically young age of 37, largely as a consequence of 'being Robert Burns'

For any who might not know, Rabbie (as he is fondly known) authored 'Auld Lang Syne', so we unconsciously celebrate his words every year at its' turning; and (coincidentally given Aquarius's post above), one of his famous other songs is the one that goes 'My Love is like a red, red rose, that's newly sprung in June; my love is like a melody, that's sweetly played in tune .... [etc].

Others of his works are micro observations of every day life and nature, as in, 'To a mouse': 'aye wee sleekit timorous beastie...' some written in what he referred to as the Scots dialect.

One of his longest, dramatic, and spooky works is his, 'Ballad of Tam O'Shanter', about an errant Tam wandering home on his horse late one night, who espies a coven of witches dancing in the moonlight, for one of whose scantily clad party he cannot resist shouting words of drunken appreciation, for which he is given ungrateful chase by the coven across the dark moorland late at night .... does he escape? Well you would have to read it to discover, no spoilers!

Rabbie once described himself as "an Aeolian harp strung to every wind of heaven"

So this evening, in honour of the Baird, we celebrate by a toast of Usquebagh (ideally Scots whiskey or otherwise whatever else tickles your fancy or on which you can lay your hands ... I suppose Ayahuasca will do if you are reading this in Ecuador and have nothing else close by ..... ), then bring in the Haggis, to the sound of melodious pipes -

And bless each other by saying: 'Lang may yer lum reek'

Slange var

Paul




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Hello all:

      Cookin' up a Hall's Haggis (finest Scottish recipes since 1932)-quite illegal in the US-I hope the Haggis police don't find out..........they couldn't come for me anyway.....it snowed 3 1/2 feet and we are still digging out.

 

Happy Birthday Rabbie!

Marty

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Posted 1/26/2016 3:01 AM (#26950 - in reply to #26949)
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Marty - a good Haggis should see you through the winter ...

In summer a harvest moon to guide you
in winter deep snows to protect you
when useless things do not hang in your mind
every season is a good season for you

(apologies to the ancient Haiku recipe, freely adapted by yours truly ..)
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Posted 1/30/2016 7:38 AM (#26961 - in reply to #26950)
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Plea To My Spirit And Soul
 
Oh, my spirit and soul,
Where are you and what are you made of?
Being invisible and incomprehensible,
Do you belong to the Divine part of me?
Whenever my eyes gaze upon
The beauty and wonder of God’s Creation
And I feel the loving embrace of the Sun,
I am in touch with you.

My inner ears listen and
There’s no doubt in my mind
That you are there.
Although my earthly eyes
Still fail to see you,
There’s no doubt in my heart.

Intangible as you are,
You are not understood by the masses.
You can neither be weighed nor measured,
But when I close my eyes in disgust over something
And when I am frightened and I cover my ears,
Deep within I feel your presence and reassurance
That guides and protects me
By day and by night.

Only a fool would deny your existence.
And yet, to this day many choose
To ignore your callings that come to
Us earthlings from deep within
The very core of our own being.
If only you could be seen and heard
And were shouting, at least sometimes,
As a loud voice in the marketplace,
People would listen to your pleas
And do their best to bring a more peaceful
World into being by becoming
More peaceful, kind and loving themselves.
 
Oh, my spirit and soul . . .
 
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The Impossible Dream

To dream the impossible dream.
To fight the unbeatable foe.
To bear with unbearable sorrow.
To run where the brave dare not go.

To right the unrightable wrong.
To love pure and chaste from afar.
To try when your arms are too weary –
To reach the unreachable Star.

This is my quest:
To follow that star.
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far.
To fight for the right, without question or pause.
To be willing to march into hell, for a heavenly cause.

And I know, if I’ll only be true to this glorious quest,
That my heart will be peaceful and calm,
When I’m laid to my rest.
And the world will be better for this.
That one man [soul],
Scorned and covered with scars,
Still strove, with his last ounce of courage –
To reach the unreachable star.

From ‘The Man of La Mancha’ (Don Quixote)
Joe Darion and Mitch Leigh

Presented in
My Interpretation Of The Sun In Scorpio’

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‘The Impossible Dream’

Dedicated to all Sun Scorpios.
Read the words of the poem, watch the video
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Posted 2/6/2016 8:39 AM (#26988 - in reply to #26976)
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The Long And Winding Road

On the long and winding road
Through life there is many a time
When decisions have to be made,
Choices are hard to come by,
Solutions scarce and constant downpours
Are threatening to ruin our parade.

When that happens,
Putting the matter in the hands of our Creator
Is the best we can do.
Then let go and move cautiously forwards,
Whilst praying for courage and strength.
Wise ones hand the lead
To the wise one, the living God within,
To guide us into a new dawn.

With His/Her help a way will always be found.
And although it’s true that the
Process of changing oneself and one’s life
Can be exceedingly tough,
Wise ones concentrate on the many good things
That will surely be waiting for them,
If only they remain steadfast and patiently
Wait for things to develop.

For wise ones that’s not too hard because
They know that round the very next bend of the road
Adventures could be waiting for them
That they would not have dared to imagine,
Even in our wildest dreams.
They dare to challenge the status quo
And refuse to run with the herd,
Because they know that in this way
Hopes and wishes may come true
And new friendships be made,
In ways that are impossible to imagine now.

Wise ones know of the many options life
Is constantly offers to those who dare accept
Its invitation to the dance of finding
Different ways of growing and expanding their
Inner vision to places they never knew existed and
Exploring things that nobody ever did before.
They dream of travelling to fabulous faraway worlds
And visiting wondrous places where they will find
Warmth and affection, loving and caring
From beings who may have been waiting for them
For a long, long time.

Maybe they will listen with interest
To experiences and feelings wise ones have to share.
In the midst of these beings they may find someone
Who supports them in all they do
And believes in them and the decisions they make,
Because they know that they are the right things
For them to do at that particular time,
Even though these things may
May be no good for anyone else.

Therefore, one foot in front of the other,
Wise ones take life one step and one day at a time,
Confident that a brighter tomorrow is sure to come,
As long as they trust and follow their inner guidance,
Refusing to look back because they know
That this is not the way for any of us to go.

Anon.
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Posted 2/6/2016 12:03 PM (#26989 - in reply to #323)
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Dear Aquarius

I like Paul McCartney's version:

"The Long And Winding Road"

The long and winding road that leads to your door
Will never disappear
I've seen that road before it always leads me here
Leads me to your door

The wild and windy night that the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears crying for the day
Why leave me standing here, let me know the way
Many times I've been alone and many times I've cried
Anyway you'll never know the many ways I've tried
And still they lead me back to the long and winding road
You left me standing here a long, long time ago
Don't leave me waiting here, lead me to you door

But still they lead me back to the long and winding road
You left me standing here a long, long time ago
Don't keep me waiting here (Don't keep me wait), lead me to you door
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Somehow captures one of the nature's of mystic-hood ...

As for don Quixote, wonder if you remember in those old days of the Board, oft in correspondance with Lori, I used to refer to myself in that vein? Identify with his fighting doomed battles and tilting at windmills that are not dragons really ...

Yours truly

Don Quixote de la Mancha, etc etc ...[ we can be who we want to be in our dreams]

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Posted 2/7/2016 8:24 AM (#26992 - in reply to #26989)
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Thank you, Paul, for drawing my attention to John Lennon & Paul McCartney's version of The Long And Winding Road. It is so beautiful that is worthy of being included in my collection.

With love - Aquarius

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Posted 2/7/2016 9:40 AM (#26993 - in reply to #26992)
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Dear Aquarius

Great, thanks, it is my privilege to be able to contribute ....

Though that song is even sadder than otherwise as it is on their last Beatles album together.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cWpRY0flS2U

Though too, as my old English teacher Mr Davey used to say,

"...all the best songs are sad..."

And as Ian Anderson aka Jethro Tull brilliantly penned,

"Life's a long song
And the tune ends too soon for us all"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i4HXNESjlJ4

Love
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Paul Joseph - 2/7/2016 3:40 PM . . . all the best songs are sad. . .

I share that view entirely! To me, they are.

With love - Aquarius

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The following is my presentation of

The Long And Winding Road



The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear.
I’ve seen that road before,
It always leads me here.
Lead me to your door.

The wild and windy night
That the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears,
Crying for the day.
Why leave me standing here?
Let me know the way.

Many times I’ve been alone
And many times I’ve cried.
Anyway you’ll never know
The many ways I’ve tried.

But still they lead me back
To the long winding road.
You left me standing here
A long, long time ago.
Don’t leave me waiting here.
Lead me to your door.

John Lennon & Paul McCartney

Recommended Viewing:
‘The Long And Winding Road’

From ‘Words Of Hope & Encouragement’

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Posted 2/10/2016 10:01 AM (#27000 - in reply to #26996)
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A Message Of Love


 
A flake of snow in flurry thro’ the air
Had landed like a kiss upon my cheek,
A secret message, just for me to share.
To take to heart but never dare to speak
About or presuppose to other eyes
Your open feelings – distant though they are.
And so, upon your lips, my own surprise,
A flake of snow returned from me afar.

Mark R. Slaughter
 
From ‘Words of Wisdom For The Seasons Of The Year’
 
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Posted 2/20/2016 3:56 PM (#27049 - in reply to #323)
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Going back to the origin of this thread in NothingEverything's first post, I am not sure what new is being added at this point to the discussion element, so am freezing it.

There has become some obfuscation elsewhere between what might be 'poetry' and what might be 'prose', so think it might be better and clearer to begin again.

Blessings

Ophiucus
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Posted 2/23/2016 2:26 PM (#27069 - in reply to #323)
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Dear All

I was asked privately to reconsider freezing this thread as it would be a shame to discontinue the spiritual reflections that it evokes. Happy to oblige, and am reinstating it herewith. My concern was mainly to help us keep focused!

Thread unfrozen

Enjoy

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Posted 2/24/2016 6:52 AM (#27073 - in reply to #27069)
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