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RE: Poetry - haqiqu - 08-23-2011
(08-23-2011, 08:25 AM)norral Wrote: i love all you guys and girls !! u are just totally awesome and u make my day
each and every day. thank u for being u
norral
RE: Poetry - Raman - 08-24-2011
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From Jerry Martien * Summer Solstice 2010
"lying among the flowers
on our wingless backs
swallow butterfly
hummingbird bee
reliving the day we
flew into the sun"
====================
THANK YOU.
RE: Poetry - Confused - 08-24-2011
(08-24-2011, 09:27 PM)Raman Wrote: The negative entity had disheveled hair, like did not comb it (LOL)...came too late...to do any more damage....
Do dark crows usually symbolise negative greetings?
RE: Poetry - Raman - 08-24-2011
I don't know Confused. I just made the connection. It just happened. I guess is just a personal thing. It was maybe not the bird but how stressed, sick looking it was.
RE: Poetry - Confused - 08-24-2011
I just asked out of curiosity. I wanted to know if there was something metaphysical behind crow visitations...lol
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 08-25-2011
you know that feeling when all desires cease
when the mind stops reeling and you experience peace
striving is no more and all problems disappear
as the inner sun radiates through a mind that is clear
you realize who you are and who you've always been
and then suddenly it strikes you...you are all women and men
a warmth pervades your being and you can't help but grin
as you come to understand all you ever sought was within
peace,
mikey
mikey
RE: Poetry - Meerie - 08-25-2011
(08-24-2011, 09:29 PM)Confused Wrote:Puleeeze... I wanna hear the crow story!(08-24-2011, 09:27 PM)Raman Wrote: The negative entity had disheveled hair, like did not comb it (LOL)...came too late...to do any more damage....
Do dark crows usually symbolise negative greetings?
RE: Poetry - haqiqu - 08-25-2011
(08-25-2011, 11:26 AM)Meerie Wrote:If men had(08-24-2011, 09:29 PM)Confused Wrote:Puleeeze... I wanna hear the crow story!(08-24-2011, 09:27 PM)Raman Wrote: The negative entity had disheveled hair, like did not comb it (LOL)...came too late...to do any more damage....
Do dark crows usually symbolise negative greetings?
wings and bore black feathers,
few of them would be
clever enough to be crows.
--Rev. Henry Ward Beecher, mid 1800
RE: Poetry - Raman - 08-25-2011
(08-25-2011, 11:26 AM)Meerie Wrote:(08-24-2011, 09:29 PM)Confused Wrote:Puleeeze... I wanna hear the crow story!(08-24-2011, 09:27 PM)Raman Wrote: The negative entity had disheveled hair, like did not comb it (LOL)...came too late...to do any more damage....
Do dark crows usually symbolise negative greetings?
I mean no disrespect Meerie, but at this time I realized it was just too personal. We'll have a talk in time-space sometime.
A Gift - haqiqu - 08-25-2011
A Gift
Just when you seem to yourself
nothing but a flimsy web
of questions, you are given
the questions of others to hold
in the emptiness of your hands,
songbird eggs that can still hatch
if you keep them warm,
butterflies opening and closing themselves
in your cupped palms, trusting you not to injure
their scintillant fur, their dust.
You are given the questions of others
as if they were answers
to all you ask. Yes, perhaps
this gift is your answer.
~ Denise Levertov ~
(Sands of the Well)
RE: Poetry - kia - 08-25-2011
A thousand kisses deep (spoken poem)
Don't matter if the road is long
Don't matter if it's steep
Don't matter if the moon is gone
And the darkness is complete
Don't matter if we lose our way
It's written that we'll meet
At least, that's what I heard you say
A thousand kisses deep
I loved you when you opened
Like a lily to the heat
You see, I'm just another snowman
Standing in the rain and sleet
Who loved you with his frozen love
His second hand physique
With all he is and all he was
A thousand kisses deep
I know you had to lie to me
I know you had to cheat
You learned it on your father's knee
And at your mother's feet
But did you have to fight your way
Across the burning street
When all our vital interests lay
A thousand kisses deep
I'm turning tricks
I'm getting fixed
I'm back on boogie street
I'd like to quit the business
But I'm in it, so to speak
The thought of you is peaceful
And the file on you complete
Except what I forgot to do
A thousand kisses deep
Don't matter if you're rich and strong
Don't matter if you're weak
Don't matter if you write a song
The nightingales repeat
Don't matter if it's nine to five
Or timeless and unique
You ditch your life to stay alive
A thousand kisses deep
The ponies run
The girls are young
The odds are there to beat
You win a while, and then it's done
Your little winning streak
And summon now to deal with your invincible defeat
You live your life as if it's real
A thousand kisses deep
I hear their voices in the wine
That sometimes did me seek
The band is playing Auld Lang Syne
But the heart will not retreat
There's no forsaking what you love
No existential leap
As witnessed here in time and blood
A thousand kisses deep
Leonard Cohen http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91OQaPQILZk
At the Lake - haqiqu - 08-29-2011
At the Lake
A fish leaps
like a black pin --
then -- when the starlight
strikes its side --
like a silver pin.
In an instant
the fish's spine
alters the fierce line of rising
and it curls a little --
the head, like scalloped tin,
plunges back,
and it's gone.
This is, I think,
what holiness is:
the natural world,
where every moment is full
of the passion to keep moving.
Inside every mind
there's a hermit's cave
full of light,
full of snow,
full of concentration.
I've knelt there,
and so have you,
hanging on
to what you love,
to what is lovely.
The lake's
shining sheets
don't make a ripple now,
and the stars
are going off to their blue sleep,
but the words are in place --
and the fish leaps, and leaps again
from the black plush of the poem,
that breathless space.
~ Mary Oliver ~
(White Pine)
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 08-29-2011
My heart feels like the setting sun
I've shared my light and now the day is done
Time for the moon to fulfill her task
In the dark you can remove your mask
As the colors fade and the flowers close
The fire crackles as the djembe echoes
Across the water of a very still pond
In the blanket of night i feel an ancient bond
A curious star shoots across the sky
Reminds me of the times that i've wondered why
The bats are feeding from branch to branch
There is no way that this is all by chance
The milky way galaxy of which we are a part
Our purpose is simply to live with an open heart
The orchestra of crickets always stay in tune
This song is for you...the goddess of the moon
peace, mikey
RE: Poetry - norral - 09-02-2011
mikey
i just wanted to say that your poem about finding the peace inside and letting go of all external desires looked
exactly into my heart and what i have been thinking. and u are so right brother, the only real peace and real happiness
is when we let go of all external pleasures and realize the joy and the happiness live inside of us. thank you for putting
that so eloquently
norral
RE: Poetry - norral - 09-02-2011
this is so beautiful i just had to share it
enjoy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhqY28Bqmu4&feature=related
if it all falls apart i will know deep down in my heart
in this life, i was loved by you
RE: Poetry - Oceania - 09-03-2011
i got a migraine the size of mercury
nothing to temper this fury
meteors that strike the ground
little heads spin around
molten rivers that flow within
flow to the surface, break my skin
and i wait for the day my little surface peeps
stop acting like such little creeps
and this fury of mine can calm down and cool
humanity will stop being such. a. tool.
the sun and moon will make friends again
my little ponies will spread the zen
all will be fine
by the end of time
RE: Poetry - Confused - 09-03-2011
(09-03-2011, 07:06 AM)Oceania Wrote: i got a migraine the size of mercury
nothing to temper this fury
meteors that strike the ground
little heads spin around
molten rivers that flow within
flow to the surface, break my skin
and i wait for the day my little surface peeps
stop acting like such little creeps
and this fury of mine can calm down and cool
humanity will stop being such. a. tool.
the sun and moon will make friends again
my little ponies will spread the zen
all will be fine
by the end of time
Very beautiful, Oceania. I meant the poem
Really very nice.
It takes eons for perfection,
but less than seconds for destruction.
In the middle of this cosmic paradox,
we ornate our private creations.
Fate and free will,
confuse me with their capricious peril.
But love and trust,
keep me from dying from thirst.
Gratitude and giving,
all make life worth living.
Otherwise in this cosmic drama,
I feel like one in a unshakable coma.
RE: Poetry - norral - 09-03-2011
love
i was imprisoned by the power of gold
and then i woke up and your love set me free
and now i know that more than anything else
the love that we share with each other as human beings
is the most important thing we will ever experience
during our time here in this earth.
love is the answer
of that there is no doubt
norral
RE: Poetry - Confused - 09-03-2011
(09-03-2011, 09:05 AM)norral Wrote: love is the answer
Love as the answer,
is the key to everlasting power,
power to serve with humility and receive with no superficiality.
Love - the principle of creation,
Love - the echo of all conscious narration,
Love - the essence of complete union,
Love - the upholder of all that there is,
and our salvation as we move forward into complete synthesis.
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Om Shanti (Peace)
RE: Poetry - Oceania - 09-03-2011
thanks C.
yours too.
be lost in the Call - haqiqu - 09-03-2011
Lord, said David, since you do not need us,
why did you create these two worlds?
Reality replied: O prisoner of time,
I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you've never seen the face.
Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw?
Yet clean away the mud and straw,
and a mirror might be revealed.
Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,
it isn't wine. If you wish your heart to be bright,
you must do a little work.
My King addressed the soul of my flesh:
You return just as you left.
Where are the traces of my gifts?
We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold.
This Sun doesn't want a crown or robe from God's grace.
He is a hat to a hundred bald men,
a covering for ten who were naked.
Jesus sat humbly on the back of an ass, my child!
How could a zephyr ride an ass?
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.
Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call.
............ Rumi
RE: Poetry - Confused - 09-03-2011
(09-03-2011, 09:03 PM)haqiqu Wrote: Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call
I do try remembering the face of god,
amidst the demands of the flesh and the cries of the mind.
But why does the beloved one,
insist on hiding behind the veil of duality?
Asking me to turn hither or yonder,
and to stay put in one polarizing gender,
in order for me to finally prosper in divine surrender?
Why should I have to participate in this conflict between the light and the dark,
while I had no say in it from the start?
The answer comes,
in the form of acceptance of the given Matrix,
which at times feels to be the most cruel trick.
Release me O ONE, from the shackles of your powerful illusion,
and let me get to the back of the stage,
to cry and laugh at the collective delusion.
In the end there is joy,
but should it have to be purchased with such an insensitive ploy?
Answer, O ONE, to my call of redemption.
Or will you still choose to hide,
behind the fierce strength of the your famed illusion?
But remember O ONE,
that I see your face always,
despite your attempts at infinite mysteries,
that seem to engender everlasting delays.
I shall dissolve into you,
and you will know joy.
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I am that.
RE: Poetry - norral - 09-04-2011
confused, my brother that hits the nail on the head
norral
RE: Poetry - Confused - 09-04-2011
(09-04-2011, 12:13 AM)norral Wrote: confused, my brother that hits the nail on the head
norral
Thank you, dear norral. Haqiqu and you have been laboring away on this thread, giving rise to many beautiful songs of the heart. I thought may be I too should join in. Thank you for the inspiration!
Much love
RE: Poetry - norral - 09-04-2011
your poetry is very beautifully and eloquently put my brother. it is also a theme
that has been circulating in my head recently so u are tapping into universal mind.
here's one.
we are not
we are not this body and we are not this mind
nothing so limited could ever contain the true beauty of who we are
we come from the stars and to the stars we return
after this cold and oh so hard sojourn.
when oh lord , god and goddess of all ,
shall we be set free of this externally imposed
so great a fall.
our fates and lives lie in your almighty hands
when oh lord when, your servant awaits the trumpet call
norral
RE: Poetry - Confused - 09-04-2011
(09-04-2011, 06:40 AM)norral Wrote: when oh lord when, your servant awaits the trumpet call
Do you ever get the feeling whether the One Infinite Creator even cares, norral? I confess I get that a lot, and it depresses me.
The love of people here at b4th is one of the primary engines of my continued movement through this incarnation.
RE: Poetry - norral - 09-04-2011
brother it is one of the essential battles we face in this incarnation. i oscillate back and forth.
she love me, she loves me not, but i know exactly what u mean. most of the time i feel like a
prisoner in this flesh, so limited. we were in wendys yesterday and i was watching somebody
my age who had a stroke. it took them 30 minutes to walk from wendys to their car. that is
not life to me shoot me before i live like that. but that is the game we play here the game of
limitation and seperation.. on the other hand to be quite honest i see where i am helped
all the time by external forces so i cannot say that we are abandoned. i would put it like this
we are put here in isolation in order to grow and develop but sometimes brother it is so very
very painful and we ache so much to be home again where we were free. so that aching and longing
for home creates this pain in us. but i understand my brother i truly truly understand
norral
RE: Poetry - Confused - 09-04-2011
(09-04-2011, 08:50 AM)norral Wrote: but i understand my brother i truly truly understand
Thanks, brother norral. That statement ("I understand") from one human to another is more dear than all the metaphysical teachings, arguments and rationales that one can put out.
Much love to you and best wishes to the self that suffered the stroke before your eyes
Boundaries - haqiqu - 09-06-2011
Boundaries
The universe does not
revolve around you.
The stars and planets spinning
through the ballroom of space
dance with one another
quite outside of your small life.
You cannot hold gravity
or seasons; even air and water
inevitably evade your grasp.
Why not, then, let go?
You could move through time
like a shark through water,
neither restless or ceasing,
absorbed in and absorbing
the native element.
Why pretend you can do otherwise?
The world comes in at every pore,
mixes in your blood before
breath releases you into
the world again. Did you think
the fragile boundary of your skin
could build a wall?
Listen. Every molecule is humming
its particular pitch.
Of course you are a symphony.
Whose tune do you think
the planets are singing
as they dance?
~ Lynn Ungar ~
(Blessing the Bread)
RE: Boundaries - Confused - 09-07-2011
(09-06-2011, 07:30 PM)haqiqu Wrote: Why not, then, let go?
I wish to let go,
let go of everything that holds me in chains.
My trials and tribulations,
the seven lethal traits of my human condition,
the pain and the confusion.
But how do I let go?
The masters say let go.
The gods say let go.
Fellow brothers and sisters say let go.
Even I say let go.
But let go of what?
It is still a different thing in this world,
between my stomach aching in hunger,
and your stomach aching in hunger.
As long as we do not feel each other in pain and joy,
letting go will not be an path that one can easily enjoy.
The pain of others is discussion,
but when it strikes me, it is personally equivalent to unbearable dissolution.
Then how will I let go?
The grandly constructed reality of shadows,
seeks its dues without remorse.
Why O why, O Gods, do you use me like a battle horse?
I am self-conscious.
Please allow me to let me go of that,
for only then can I really let go.