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RE: Poetry - Conifer16 - 10-09-2011 Thank you guys/gals. I will try to dig them out. -Conifer16- Adonai Vasu Borragus RE: Poetry - Conifer16 - 10-10-2011 This isn't one of them. Mountain waters fall, Pure untouched and free to all, Beauty to behold. Just thought that one up, the last line was a tough one to think up. All the things I wanted to say were too many syllables. http://staytondailyphoto.com/photos/silver_falls2a.jpg I have been there often and it is especially beautiful in the winter, if a bit cold -Conifer16- Adonai Vasu Borragus RE: Poetry - haqiqu - 10-10-2011 (10-10-2011, 12:00 AM)Conifer16 Wrote: This isn't one of them.i really like your haikus conifer. i hope your mom finds more of them. beautiful, simple reading - very hard to compose. RE: Poetry - norral - 10-11-2011 yes penetrating insights to light up our lives.. thank u connifer u are beautiful All will come again - haqiqu - 10-11-2011 All will come again All will come again into its strength: the fields undivided, the waters undammed, the trees towering and the walls built low. And in the valleys, people as strong and varied as the land. And no churches where God is imprisoned and lamented like a trapped and wounded animal. The houses welcoming all who knock and a sense of boundless offering in all relations, and in you and me. No yearning for an afterlife, no looking beyond, no belittling of death, but only longing for what belongs to us and serving earth, lest we remain unused. ~ Ranier Maria Rilke ~ (Rilke's Book of Hours:Love Poems to God, translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy) thorny words - haqiqu - 10-12-2011 thoughts, things, words, actions, choices... i dunno... ******************************** thorny words bless you, oh beloved, the heart of all hearts, for inspiring the words of the wise which taught me to discard all words and ideas like thorns removing thorns… and for ever after to melt and to dissolve within your ever-present silent loving laughter. oh beloved, bless you a million times for revealing to the simple what is concealed forever from the intelligent and clever! ******************************** thoughtlessly, idiot yosy (flug - allspirityahoogroup) RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 10-12-2011 when one is judged...all is judged when one is blessed...all is blessed [font=Times New Roman]judging is choosing to experience separation blessing is choosing to experience unification it is upon this axis that our reality revolves projecting attaches while forgiving dissolves
judgment restricts love's flow and creates hell blessing extends love's flow and creates heaven
each and every encounter offers this choice we can bless silently or bless with our voice
any time you judge the heart does close wouldn't you rather unfold like a rose? a path of darkness or a path of light where both paths meet is a great insight mind is dualistic and heart is simplistic no one knows the truth, let's be realistic [/font]
RE: Poetry - norral - 10-14-2011 mikey my brother u are one of the most inspirational souls that i know. thank u brother and thanks to all who have posted here. know that i hold each one in my heart with gratitude. wrapped in a tube of steel our hearts have been wrapped in a tube of steel stepped on, crushed , destroyed by friend and foe alike who was unkind to you, your mother, your father , your best friend and so our natural inclination to trust was stolen we learned to walk around with a coat of armor just for the sake of survival just to be able to make it thru the day. now the time has come brothers and sisters time to take a chance and to let go let all of the unexpressed and repressed love that dwells in your heart come out. take a chance , why not what do u have to loose. just one thing , your tube of steel. norral http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBoMY0C_A9I&feature=related RE: Poetry - Dream State - 10-14-2011 From a tree falls a leaf, fiercely collapsing Alone, but against the wind who holds its pain. Still a friend it has as it sways an endless path-- Still yet a silent God yearning to embrace its state. And as it travels it is held--softly kissed gently to the ground. And it is loved. RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 10-14-2011 thank you norral and everyone that posts poetry here...it is such a delight every time i open this thread: i wake up in the morning stretch my fingers and toes i wake up in the morning and get into child pose i wake up in the morning write down all my dreams i wake up in the morning to catch the sun's first beams i wake up in the morning all ready for the day i wake up in the morning who else wants to play? i wake up in the morning spin me water to energize i wake up in the morning love's shining through my eyes i spend all day in nature leave behind my shoes i spend all day in nature a sure cure for the blues i spend all day in nature walking in the woods i spend all day in nature forgetting about shoulds i spend all day in nature watching the colors turn i spend all day in nature there's so much to learn i spend all day in nature catching leaves that twirl i spend all day in nature with my friend the squirrel i lay down in the evening take off most my clothes i lay down in the evening my weary eyes then close i lay down in the evening repeat a mantra in my head i lay down in the evening oh how i love a comfy bed i lay down in the evening my practice of being still i lay down in the evening recalling how i used my will i lay down in the evening turn off all the lights i lay down in the evening and to all i say "good nights" mikey
RE: Poetry - Ruth - 10-15-2011 Beautiful, all! RE: Poetry - Confused - 10-15-2011 The March of the Emperor The Emperor walks, silent and subtle. I think that I do in life; but the Emperor, smiles at my secret thought. I think it is I who seeks an audience, in the court of the Emperor. The Emperor is but a witness, a silent and composed presence. The Emperor waits, for me to know, that it is not I who seeks, but it is the Emperor, who seeks his radiance through me. Do I have to bow before the Emperor? It does not matter, for the Emperor marches nonetheless, silent and subtle, as it has been always. But who is this invisible Emperor? Of course, it is the consciousness, of the One Infinite Creator. RE: Poetry - norral - 10-16-2011 thank u dear brother for sharing with us. u always. heres one inspired by snatam kaur can i be a ganhdi or a king always peaceful no matter what never succumbing to the desire to hurt back after being hurt oh goddess of all fill me with the deep deep peace of a mother with her small baby. may the divine hold sway within me and radiate from me to all i meet with your grace and my faith let it be so amen and amen norral RE: Poetry - Confused - 10-17-2011 What am I, O Lord? Dear Lord, what am I to you, a puppet on a string, or a child of your very being? O Lord, don't you know that I long for you, for you are the only true lover, that can satiate the love in my heart. Dear Lord, come hither to me, and take me into thy bosom. Make love to me on the meadows of infinity, so that I dissolve into you in complete ecstasy. I search for you, O my divine lover, in the mountains and amidst the valleys, in the dens and the fields, but I find you no where. Where are you, O my divine Lover? Lord, I long to sing praises to you, singing the glory of thy infinite being. The peace I search for, is neither in wisdom nor in action, but in myself rendered unto you in devotion. I am growing mad, O Lord, in my desperation to be lost in you. Please grant me my desire, of merging into the bliss of thy sacred fire. I know not the secrets of your creation, nor do I care for the merits of their narration. All I know is that I can be rid of disease, only when I enter into thy final peace. Come, O my paramour, let us dissolve in the passion of devotion this night. RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 10-17-2011 this one came from a very deep place last night...mollly really opened me up...i hope everyone can feel the power from which this came: the governments not going to solve our problems we are the only ones who can handle this living from our heart...sharing our bliss when we work together we cannot miss we're the majority...we're 99 percent occupy the heart full-time...don't just rent what we receive in life comes from what is sent there are no mistakes for which you must repent we have to stay strong...we must be couragious the 6th sense of humor heals cause laughter is contagious it's outragous there are people in the world that our starving just look at all the pumpkins wasted just for carving it doesn't have to be like this...we can live without money we each must find our passion like the bees make honey humanity's role is to be the caretaker of the earth who have you helped today? let this measure your worth we know why were here...it's to help with mother's birth one simple way to assist is with the energy of mirth we are not a deadly virus nor are we some cancer we are just really confused about what is the answer our sentience is a gift...in fact it's the highest honor but we don't have dominion over an ant or an otter take a few minutes now and really start to ponder if you thought you could help this place then why wouldn't you wander RE: Poetry - norral - 10-18-2011 it is time to end the lie it is time, past time to end this lie in which we live what is it u might ask, quite simple really, that some have more than others to give. there are some, a chosen few, upon who the blessing has been placed and all the rest are here to serve as slaves we call the human race well i disagree with dat, truthspeaker that i am aint no one can say to another that u are less of a man so lets drop this charade of the chosen deserve more than the rest the humblest simplest people i have met are quite honestly the best so rich boys and privileged girls start to learn how to clean your own home because quite shortly u are going to find yourself quite alone aint nobody all that and dat is the truth and that right now brothers and sisters is the message we are hearing from our youth norral RE: Poetry - Dream State - 10-18-2011 'Through the Pane' Of lost hopes and dreams she thinks, Staring outside her windowpane; And of friends long loved and lost, They who knew her whole once said: 'Shadows form on Earth from those that leave-- By us whom you know fully and grieve.' RE: Poetry - Conifer16 - 10-18-2011 (10-18-2011, 10:45 AM)Dream State Wrote:Wow. That's really cool. Thanks for sharing dream state. RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 10-18-2011 dear listener... i hope you choose to shine instead of cower shine instead of cower don't hide away your power dear listener... i hope you know we're living in the final hour living in the final hour it's time for you to flower dear listener... i hope your dreams all come to fruition all come to fruition just follow your intuition dear listener... i hope your days are full of hugs and laughter full of hugs and laughter love we are here to master dear listener... i hope you find that which you are seeking that which you are seeking that's not fair you're peeking dear listener... i hope you give without any expectation without any expectation share your heart without hesitation dear listener... i hope you take timeout just for breathing timeout just for breathing the air's so full it's seething dear listener... i hope you grow into your highest potential into your highest potential for that love of self is essential mikey
RE: Poetry - Dream State - 10-18-2011 (10-18-2011, 11:18 AM)Conifer16 Wrote:Thank you for the kind words, Conifer16. I see the poem as ultimately positive, although it does have its depressing side(10-18-2011, 10:45 AM)Dream State Wrote:Wow. That's really cool. Thanks for sharing dream state. RE: Poetry - Conifer16 - 10-18-2011 I don't know what it is about the poem but I really really like it. so thanks again. And I strangely like sad things especially nostalgic things. Like imagining a music box in a broken down house and someone finds it opens it and hears music. But not just music. They can almost hear the laughter of the previous owners and almost see a fire in the hearth and the room them way it was. And how this scene is sad is that the people who lived with this music box will never(by conventional and current means) be remembered and the only remnant of anything that shows they existed is the small music box in a broken down house. I don't know why but I feel good when I feel nostalgic even though it is sad. It is weird. -Conifer16- Adonai Vasu Borragus I could do a better job of presenting the scene if I was talking. RE: Poetry - Dream State - 10-18-2011 I know exactly what you mean about feeling nostalgic. I feel the same way--don't know why, either. (10-18-2011, 06:51 PM)Conifer16 Wrote: I don't know what it is about the poem but I really really like it. so thanks again. And I strangely like sad things especially nostalgic things. Like imagining a music box in a broken down house and someone finds it opens it and hears music. But not just music. They can almost hear the laughter of the previous owners and almost see a fire in the hearth and the room them way it was. And how this scene is sad is that the people who lived with this music box will never(by conventional and current means) be remembered and the only remnant of anything that shows they existed is the small music box in a broken down house. I don't know why but I feel good when I feel nostalgic even though it is sad. It is weird. -Conifer16- Adonai Vasu Borragus I could do a better job of presenting the scene if I was talking. RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 10-19-2011 to live suggests that one dies and this is not the case for we are eternal beings that cannot be erased
so many people go through life and never look within the endless search outside for peace wears the soul thin
if only they took the time to seek the source of thought the truth would reveal itself and no longer be sought
for silence is the holy grail, it is the long lost treasure once you find this golden light you can't help but feel pleasure
all the forms of life which seem so different and unique they're all made of consciousness whose playing hide and seek
now this may be hard to grasp and even harder to accept but there is a deep part of you that has never ever slept
it witnesses your dreams and each experience while awake consciousness doesn't need to sleep or even take a break
our soul is so creative that is boggles the monkey mind the truth indeed is glaring but it doesn't make you blind
mikey RE: Poetry - Confused - 10-20-2011 Very good one, mikey! RE: Poetry - Confused - 10-20-2011 Release me, O Logos In the rain of the night, I wake in fright as the thunder strikes. The memories of a time of security and bliss haunt me. The days and nights when time stood still, and all that flowed were sweet praises for the ONE. But one day, I awoke, in a realm of duality, held together by the will of a powerful entity, called the Great Galactic Logos. I ask of you, O Logos, release me from thy hold on my existence. I long to join the stream of those, who spend their day and night in praise of the ONE. To wait at the metaphorical feet of the ONE, and to roam the infinite worlds singing praises of it, is the longing of my soul. O Logos, if I am a creature of freewill, then I ask you in the name of the ONE, who stands as a lamp of the threshold in the evening, to set me free for a new morning of poetic murmur, The ONE says in my ear, come sing your praises for me. RE: Poetry - norral - 10-21-2011 love it brother !! believe me i hear the longing in your soul. not too much longer and our freedom dawns norral RE: Poetry - Conifer16 - 10-21-2011 I just composed this Celestial orbs, Dance across the sky unbound, bright beauty shines pure. inspired by : Drops of Jupiter. Hope you like -Conifer16- Adonai Vasu Borragus Holy golden pie! I'm already at 200 posts. I think that I have posted more here then all of the other forums I frequent. Wow time certainly flies. RE: Poetry - Confused - 10-21-2011 Thank you very much, dear brother norral And it is beautiful, sweet little brother, Conifer16. RE: Poetry - Ruth - 10-21-2011 Ah my dear Confused - again you touch my soul. And Conifer16 - you are seriously gifted! Thank you. I love you! Not the loss alone - haqiqu - 10-21-2011 Not the loss alone Not the loss alone, But what comes after. If it ended completely At loss, the rest Wouldn't matter. But you go on. And the world also. And words, words In a poem or song: Aren't they a stream On which your feelings float? Aren't they also The banks of that stream And you yourself the flowing? ~ Gregory Orr ~ (Concerning the Book that is the Body of the Beloved) |