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RE: Poetry - Shemaya - 03-04-2012
(03-04-2012, 01:23 PM)turtledude23 Wrote: Suffering
Destroy
Anhilate
Extinguish
Why do I suffer?
Tormented by the light and the dark
I'd end it all if it wasn't for the fact it would make my parents suffer
To control or to accept
Why either?
f*** it all
My best isn't good enough
What I want takes too long to achieve
And the suffering in between
Is at times, unbearable
Someone or something help me end it
Please
Turtle dude!, your best is always more than good enough. You are loved and you are not alone
I understand the unbearable suffering, I am sorry. I know it will end. Please have faith.
RE: Poetry - haqiqu - 03-04-2012
(03-04-2012, 01:23 PM)turtledude23 Wrote: Suffering
Destroy
Anhilate
Extinguish
Why do I suffer?
Tormented by the light and the dark
I'd end it all if it wasn't for the fact it would make my parents suffer
To control or to accept
Why either?
f*** it all
My best isn't good enough
What I want takes too long to achieve
And the suffering in between
Is at times, unbearable
Someone or something help me end it
Please
my heart is with you turtle. everyone here loves you.
RE: Poetry - Confused - 03-05-2012
(03-04-2012, 01:23 PM)turtledude23 Wrote: To control or to accept
Why either?
I would say that the question you raise (on essentially polarity) is the beginning of a new, or possibly refining of, learning for the One Infinite Creator. Very painful for you indeed; but the whole is learning (I would like to believe).
Would you be able to take heart from that? I believe you are strong and wise enough to realize that your self-sacrifice is making a distinct evolutionary contribution.
Much love to you, dear dear Turtle
RE: Poetry - norral - 03-05-2012
dear turtle
i was listening to coasttocoast today and they had a fellow on who was talking about this subject. he suggested lithium orotate as a means to control these feelings. seems like it works pretty well. here is a link
http://www.iherb.com/Doctor-s-Best-Best-Lithium-Orotate-200-Tablets/22628/?at=1&p=1&sr=&fr=
also brother we love u and will pray for u. it is going to get better
norral
Prayer - haqiqu - 03-08-2012
PRAYER
Our Mother Who Art
in the kitchen
cooking us up
hallowed may we see
all that is
Your kingdom here
delivered into our hands
Your will in children
and trees leafing out
on earth
as if it were Heaven.
Give us this day
bread we could feed
the world
and snatch us bald-headed
if we try to swallow it all.
Don't forgive us
till we learn it is all for giving.
That salve you've got in a pot
on the back of the stove
only heals when everybody has some.
And heed us not
if we believe You look like us
and love us best
and gave us the True Truth
with a license to kill Others
writ inside.
Deliver us from this evil.
For it is Yours,
this kitchen we call Universe
where you stir up our favorite treat,
the Milky Way,
folding deep into sweet
our little sphere
with its powerful glory
of rainforests
and oceans
and mountains in feather-boa mist
forever
if we don't blow it up
and ever
if we don't tear it down
Amen
(Ah women
Ah children
Ah reckon She's about fed up.
We better make room at the table
for everybody
before She yells - OUT!
and turns our table over,
before She calls it off
this banquet we've been hoarding
this paradise
we aim to save
with bombs.)
-- George Ella Lyon
www.georgeellalyon.com
RE: Poetry - norral - 03-10-2012
how very very true sister. couldnt agree more
herbs
why is it that when i take my brother herbs
that i feel so very peaceful.
thank u blessed brothers for your wondrous gifts
the creatress has blessed us that we could know u
and love u in this life
may i ever be able to share these brothers with
my fellow travelers on this planet
and use your wisdom for the good of all
if i dont serve others with what i know
then the question is why ?
there is nothing happier than
seeing everyone happy and in onement.
that is what life has taught me
norral
let this whole thing work out
blessed mother let this whole thing work out
i do not have eyes to see the future
i know no what the next second holds
further more the next day or the next year
but oh blessed lover of my soul i have faith
in your guidance and trust completely in your goodness
let this whole thing work out
i place it all in your mothers hands
and quiet my soul
norral
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 03-10-2012
deep inside the chambers of the sanctum of my heart
there i hear a whisper asking me not to depart
home is now...it's not outside you...it's as near as here
when you feel your essence shining far away goes fear
RE: Poetry - Shemaya - 03-10-2012
(03-10-2012, 02:46 PM)alchemikey Wrote:
deep inside the chambers of the sanctum of my heart
there i hear a whisper asking me not to depart
home is now...it's not outside you...it's as near as here
when you feel your essence shining far away goes fear
Really like this alchemikey...so synchronous today.
WE ARE FIELDS BEFORE EACH OTHER - haqiqu - 03-15-2012
WE ARE FIELDS BEFORE EACH OTHER
How is it they live for eons in such harmony -
the billions of stars -
when most men can barely go a minute
without declaring war in their mind against someone they know.
There are wars where no one marches with a flag,
though that does not keep casualties
from mounting.
Our hearts irrigate this earth.
We are fields before
each other.
How can we live in harmony?
First we need to
know
we are all madly in love
with the same
God.
~ St. Thomas Aquinas ~
(Love Poems From God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West by Daniel Ladinsky)
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 03-15-2012
how do i reclaim that refreshing sense of awe?
instead of seeing words when i was young i really saw
a bird was not a bird...it was a living mystery
i wish i could restore my mind back to its' infancy
RE: Poetry - haqiqu - 03-15-2012
(03-15-2012, 11:07 PM)alchemikey Wrote:
how do i reclaim that refreshing sense of awe?
instead of seeing words when i was young i really saw
a bird was not a bird...it was a living mystery
i wish i could restore my mind back to its' infancy
me, too, mikey
RE: Poetry - norral - 03-16-2012
union
i declare union .
i am not here to promote an idea
thoughts are not what it is about .
its about love actually.
do we love each other
do we trust enuf to drop the shield
untimately i have no agenda i desire to promote
in unity is strengtht
we can do a lot more together
than we can in oppositon
so when u read my words
u are really reading my heart
i love u regardless of any opinion u might hold that i disagree with
it is not about opinions
there is something deeper that can be acheived
and in that depth lies our real strength
i do most humbly believe
norral
RE: Poetry - haqiqu - 03-16-2012
(03-16-2012, 03:21 AM)norral Wrote: union
i declare union .
i am not here to promote an idea
thoughts are not what it is about .
its about love actually.
do we love each other
do we trust enuf to drop the shield
untimately i have no agenda i desire to promote
in unity is strengtht
we can do a lot more together
than we can in oppositon
so when u read my words
u are really reading my heart
i love u regardless of any opinion u might hold that i disagree with
it is not about opinions
there is something deeper that can be acheived
and in that depth lies our real strength
i do most humbly believe
norral
your heart is beautiful
With thanks to the field sparrow, whose voice
is so delicate and humble
I do not live happily or comfortably
with the cleverness of our times.
The talk is all about computers,
the news is all about bombs and blood.
This morning, in the fresh field,
I came upon a hidden nest.
It held four warm, speckled eggs.
I touched them.
Then went away softly,
having felt something more wonderful
than all the electricity of New York City.
Mary Oliver
from Evidence p. 40
RE: Poetry - norral - 03-16-2012
thats absolutely beautiful sister.
u
Mysteries, Yes - haqiqu - 03-17-2012
Mysteries, Yes
Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
to be understood.
How grass can be nourishing in the
mouths of the lambs.
How rivers and stones are forever
in allegiance with gravity
while we ourselves dream of rising.
How two hands touch and the bonds will
never be broken.
How people come, from delight or the
scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.
Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.
Let me keep company always with those who say
"Look!" and laugh in astonishment,
and bow there heads.
Mary Oliver
from Evidence
RE: Poetry - Cyan - 03-17-2012
The Singularity is Fun
It takes your Soul
And goes Om Nom Nom
*stands for applause!*
RE: Poetry - 3DMonkey - 03-22-2012
REM
"Losing My Religion"
Oh life, it's bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep a view
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
Every whisper
Of every waking hour
I'm choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up
Consider this
Consider this, the hint of the century
Consider this, the slip
That brought me to my knees, failed
What if all these fantasies come
Flailing aground
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
That was just a dream
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep a view
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
Try, cry, why try
That was just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream, dream
RE: Poetry - Meerie - 03-22-2012
Apparently some cool dudes turned this lovely poem into a video
:RE: Poetry - norral - 03-22-2012
the brother
the brother walked around just like everyone else.
burdened with the typical cares and concerns of life.
finances, health relationships, desires.
some looked at him and saw one thing others looked and saw another
some viewed from an attitude of brotherhood
others from and attitude of superiority
the brother just lived his life just like everyone else
but hidden there woven into the threads of his existence
was his ministry.
dont get me wrong he wasnt a minister per se
but he did have a ministry
invisible unless u really really watched
because the brother had a gift
he liked to listen to people and he actually liked people
he believed that all were equal and he was interested in everyone
no matter who they were because he realized that everyone was interesting
and when he listened these things came across
and people enjoyed talking to him
because they became unburdened
like i said this was hidden it was even hidden to the brother
but it was his ministry and he loved it that much he knew
he loved listening and he loved connecting
and he enjoyed it and so did those who spoke to him.
we all have a ministry and we are all brothers or sisters
it might not be visible and it might not even be appreciated
by many and we might not even be aware of it
but it is important and it contributes to the harmony an the
peace of this world
or at least thats the way it seems to me
norral
Father Earth - haqiqu - 03-23-2012
FATHER EARTH
There is a two-million year old man
No one knows.
They cut into his rivers
Peeled wide pieces of hide
From his legs
Left scorch marks
On his buttocks.
He did not cry out.
No matter what they did, he held firm.
Now he raises his stabbed hands
and whispers that we can heal him yet.
We begin the bandages,
The rolls of gauze,
The unguents, the gut,
The needle, the grafts.
We slowly, carefully turn his body
Face up,
And under him,
His lifelong lover, the old woman,
Is perfect and unmarked
He has laid upon
His two-million year old woman
All this time, protecting her
With his old back, his old scarred back.
And the soil beneath her
Is black with her tears.
~Clarissa Pinkola Estes~
There is a two-million year old man
No one knows.
They cut into his rivers
Peeled wide pieces of hide
From his legs
Left scorch marks
On his buttocks.
He did not cry out.
No matter what they did, he held firm.
Now he raises his stabbed hands
and whispers that we can heal him yet.
We begin the bandages,
The rolls of gauze,
The unguents, the gut,
The needle, the grafts.
We slowly, carefully turn his body
Face up,
And under him,
His lifelong lover, the old woman,
Is perfect and unmarked
He has laid upon
His two-million year old woman
All this time, protecting her
With his old back, his old scarred back.
And the soil beneath her
Is black with her tears.
~Clarissa Pinkola Estes~
RE: Poetry - norral - 03-24-2012
how absolutely beautiful. thank u sister
RE: Poetry - Shemaya - 03-24-2012
(03-24-2012, 09:07 AM)norral Wrote: how absolutely beautiful. thank u sister
Totally agree, absolutely love that
Thank you for posting that haqiqu!RE: Poetry - Plenum - 03-24-2012
The Eagle
by e.e. cummings
2
I looked to the heavens and saw him there,--
A black speck downward drifting,
Nearer and nearer he steadily sailed,
Nearer and nearer he slid through space,
In an unending aerial race,
This sailor who hailed
From the Clime of the Clouds.--Ever shifting,
On billows of air
And the blue sky seemed never so fair,
And the rest of the world kept pace.
3
On the white of his head the sun flashed bright;
And he battled the wind with wide pinions,
Clearer and clearer the gale whistled loud,
Clearer and clearer he came into view,--
Bigger and blacker against the blue.
Then a dragon of cloud
Gathering all its minions
Rushed to the fight,
And swallowed him up in a bite;
And the sky lay empty clear through.
- -
http://www.internal.org/e_e_cummings/The_Eagle
RE: Poetry - norral - 03-26-2012
cling cling cling
cling cling cling
a bell went off
no time to waste
i must be off
to meditate unify and do all i can
to help attain the unseen land
a choice is offered to all who care
be all u can be be just dare to dare
united in an army of love
bringing to earth the forces from above
dec 21 approaches so fast
it's time to forget our troubles and past
join together and bring your power of love
the mother awaits our arrival above
so setting aside all distractions and wrongs
i choose to breathe in and stay ever strong
a soldier in the army of light
soon oh soon within our sight
a new world of beauty of magic and hope
what im saying is the real dope
it depends on each one to do their part
all we must surrender is just our heart
norral
jose arguelles
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/158394303X/ref=ox_sc_act_image_1?ie=UTF8&m=ATVPDKIKX0DER
RE: Poetry - norral - 03-27-2012
i long to see the day
i long to see the day
when love, true love, is the only currency that will be exchanged
between human beings.
where race, religion, nationality will no longer matter
and where mankind realizes that each one of us is an
important part of the whole
where it will be impossible and intolerable to see anyone suffer.
that is my longing and my wish
the only thing that really makes any sense to me
all else is egotism and vanity
a glorification of the self
so i will live my life in that vein
that will be the theme of my vibration
as long as i am present here
because that above all else makes sense to me
norral
Mindful - haqiqu - 03-30-2012
Mindful
Every day
I see or hear
something
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for -
to look, to listen,
to lose myself
inside this soft world -
to instruct myself
over and over
in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant -
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these -
the untrimmable light
of the world,
the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?
~ Mary Oliver ~
(Why I Wake Early)
Every day
I see or hear
something
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for -
to look, to listen,
to lose myself
inside this soft world -
to instruct myself
over and over
in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant -
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these -
the untrimmable light
of the world,
the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?
~ Mary Oliver ~
(Why I Wake Early)
Hallelujah - haqiqu - 04-02-2012
Hallelujah
Everyone should be born into this world happy
and loving everything.
But in truth it rarely works that way.
For myself, I have spent my life clamoring toward it.
Halleluiah, anyway I'm not where I started!
And have you too been trudging like that, sometimes
almost forgetting how wondrous the world is
and how miraculously kind some people can be?
And have you too decided that probably nothing important
is ever easy?
Not, say, for the first sixty years.
Halleluiah, I'm sixty now, and even a little more,
and some days I feel I have wings.
~ Mary Oliver ~
(Evidence)
RE: Poetry - norral - 04-03-2012
when will i be allowed to walk like any other kid
when will i be allowed to walk like any other kid
when can i buy a drink and candy and walk
without fear of being shot
like who knew who knew
that all the time time time that i spent spent spent
as i grew was just thru,
yeah like who knew
i thought it was cool to be black
it is 2012 the year of changes
but as much as things change they stay the same
but hey who knew who knew
i was just a kid my skin was black not blue not blue
just talking a walk but a threat perceived
but who knew who knew
i made the fatal mistake of assuming
everything was cool
who knew who freaking knew
norral
RE: Poetry - Plenum - 04-03-2012
master of zen
master of life
he who roams wide
sees all in one.
The Lute Will Beg - haqiqu - 04-03-2012
THE LUTE WILL BEG
You need to become a pen
In the Sun´s hand.
We need for the earth to sing
Through our pores and eyes.
The body will again become restless
Until your soul paints all its beauty
Upon the sky.
Don´t tell me, dear ones,
That what Hafiz says is not true,
For when the heart tastes its glorious destiny
And you awake to our constant need
for your love
God´s lute will beg
For your hands.
~Hafiz~