10-28-2014, 03:14 PM
what you give freely
comes back many fold
this is a belief
that i dearly hold
what you give freely
returns many fold
this is abundance
that trumps all the gold
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what you give freely comes back many fold this is a belief that i dearly hold what you give freely returns many fold this is abundance that trumps all the gold ![[+]](https://www.bring4th.org/forums/images/collapse_collapsed.png)
3 members thanked alchemikey for this postThe Sun Pearl
The pearl that lay within, residing in the mind of the heart an eternal sun forever gleaming perfect veracity Impeccable in its unaltered state, unspoiled and true beaming its golden rays through the pores of flesh and blood Diversifying the One Truth into infinite divisions, each perfect in itself designed to transmute finite into the infinite, alchemizing time wrought matter Though perfect in its plan, a medium so foreign has its roots in fault the water befitted impurity and the rays dimmed by dirty glass Prone to rust and tarnish when exposed by mortal tongue its radiance twisted and turned by man, fragmented and forged Though the pearl will always be pure and untarnished in the mind of the heart that is where one must dwell, residing in the eternal sun, forever gleaming perfect veracity
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10-30-2014, 11:55 PM
What is lost in thought
is found in being don't confuse thoughts with how what or when you're seeing assuming that we see with the help of thoughts and not the essence of unity that my friend is universal awareness experiencing temporary lunacy
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10-31-2014, 01:43 AM
what was one became two just like crossing ones eyes through thoughts we focus like lightning they hypnotize a shifting dance of emotion a steady current of inner chat lets give a hug to all that is for if it exists than i am that
4 members thanked alchemikey for this postweaving words
in hope of understanding when it´s all music all I can do is continue dancing looking to create a trigger key unlock universal understanding in me I was going at it all wrong silence is the trigger the source of understanding going on the silence in the patterns guide me like lanterns never asking for anything in return other than that I grow, mature and learn but then again that is unavoidable there is no need to force it and burn
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11-04-2014, 12:25 PM
speak from a place of kindness especially when you disagree for earth is a realm of blindness where beliefs take on solidity yet nothing is as it appears like a rainbow arching the sky comfort zones don't face fears you'll never know if you never try
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11-04-2014, 12:25 PM
speak from a place of kindness especially when you disagree for earth is a realm of blindness where beliefs take on solidity yet nothing is as it appears like a rainbow arching the sky comfort zones don't face fears you'll never know if you never try
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11-06-2014, 07:47 PM
don't you worry your life away there will always come another day do what you can in the moment now is where your power is potent don't let your mind jump to conclusions live the questions to bypass confusions let your heart seep love into the world plant a seed and watch it all unfurled
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11-12-2014, 11:40 PM
when all fear has been vanquished no longer will one feel anguished for fear is the culprit of many a distress pulling us away with reasons not to bless yet the future does not need a projection look towards the present to find perfection giving affection to what's in our perception this shift towards love is the correction
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11-15-2014, 07:06 PM
what makes you come alive? what makes you burn inside? what gets you all excited? what gets your heart ignited? what gifts do you have to share? what a gift is this breath of air? what dream do you dare to dream? what is love but an ancient meme?
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11-15-2014, 07:19 PM
let go of your fear of being fearless
you can do this without becoming careless what you used to call fear becomes common-sense your sense of identity less dense your self image without layers of pretence
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11-15-2014, 11:31 PM
your fearless nature is always at the door
it is between the projections of less and more who was I before my first thought perfect being without an ounce of doubt then came the explanations all the excuses and hesitations it was a dark time indeed full of assumptions on what it means to succeed
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11-20-2014, 06:40 PM
clear my vision of judgment help me to see all beings as the divine clear my speech of sarcasm help me to speak with words that shine clear my mind of expectation help me stay present to life's unfolding clear my heart of guilt and shame help me release any pain i'm holding
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what we call failure
is really a steppingstone to success going through them is a cause for celebration rather than distress "one step closer, to unknown universal success" our success is unavoidable in the end it´s rather quite beautifly boring when we comprehend failure is safe there is no need of feeling disgrace relax, cultivate your space and let our growth happen at it´s own pace *edit*
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11-23-2014, 06:52 PM
my heart is soaring and my bodies grounded this miracle of life has me dumbfounded love's little blessings have all compounded the collective alarm clock i feel has sounded
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11-26-2014, 09:57 PM
take off that heavy armor and wear your heart on your sleeve meet life without protection drop all defenses...they only deceive there is strength in vulnerability when the light you no longer censor love only wishes to be shared like the sweetness of a pez dispenser
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12-01-2014, 10:32 PM
surrounded by loving hands reaching out to help me activator of pineal glands master of inner alchemy dreams are manifesting right before my very eyes everything is everything again and again this i realize
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12-01-2014, 10:50 PM
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"Here is what to do if you want to get a lift from a Vogon: forget it. They are one of the most unpleasant races in the Galaxy. Not actually evil, but bad-tempered, bureaucratic, officious, and callous. They wouldn't even lift a finger to save their own grandmothers from the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal without orders-- signed in triplicate, sent in, sent back, queried, lost, found, subjected to public inquiry, lost again, and finally buried in soft peat for three months and recycled as firelighters. The best way to get a drink out of a Vogon is to stick your fingers down his throat, and the best way to irritate him is to feed his grandmother to the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal. On no account should you allow a Vogon to read poetry at you....
Vogon poetry is of course the third worst in the Universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their Poet Master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem 'Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning' four of his audience members died of internal haemorrhaging, and the President of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos is reported have been 'disappointed' by the poem's reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his twelve-book epic entitled 'My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles' when his own major intestine, in a desperate attempt to save life and civilization, leaped straight up through his neck and throttled his brain. The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paul Neil Milne Johnstone of Redbridge, Essex, England, in the destruction of the planet Earth [by the Vogons]." ---- Douglas Adams, The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy Oh freddled gruntbuggly, Thy micturations are to me As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee. Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes, And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles, Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts With my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't! --- Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz Putty. Putty. Putty. Green Putty - Grutty Peen. Grarmpitutty - Morning! Pridsummer - Grorning Utty! Discovery..... Oh. Putty?..... Armpit? Armpit..... Putty. Not even a particularly Nice shade of green. As I lick my armpit and shall agree, That this putty is very well green. --- Grunthos the Flatulent The dead swans lay in the stagnant pool. They lay. They rotted. They turned Around occasionally. Bits of flesh dropped off them from Time to time. And sank into the pool's mire. They also smelt a great deal. --- Paul Neil Milne Johnstone the Earthling Note: candidature for fourth-worst poet in the Galaxy is a hotly-debated issue, although the consensus is that the unfortunate planet Earth is his or her origin (due to some uniquely deleterious quirk of cosmic-radiation-focus on the neuroaesthetic organs of the Earthlings); many tout the self-styled Poet McGonagall: As I chanced to see trouts louping in the River o' Glenshee, It helped to fill my heart with glee, And to anglers I would say without any doubt There's plenty of trouts there for pulling out. --- Sir William Topaz McGonagall, G.K.H.O.W.E.B. [Grand Knight of the Holy Order of the White Elephant, Burma] Others plump for Mrs. Ros: Holy Moses! Take a look! Flesh decayed in every nook! Some rare bits of brain lie here, Mortal loads of beef and beer. --- Amanda McKittrick Ros, from "Visiting Westminster Abbey" Such tendencies (along the lines of the elegiacally-inclined J. Gordon Coogler's Alas, for the South! Her books have grown fewer-- She never was much given to literature. quoted by by H. L. Mencken in his classic "The Sahara of the Bozart," lamenting the state of les beaux arts in the American South) are widespread amongst Earthian poetic effusion-- as can be sampled almost randomly from any number of sources, e.g.: http://www.uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/W...hort_Poems http://flavorwire.com/384480/the-absolut...elebrities Some say the paradigm of "bad" poetry is inadequate, as it doesn't take into account certain perhaps unapparent subtleties: Bad Poetry Bad poetry saves lives, bad poetry rhymes. I write bad poetry. I'm in the life saving business. I have about 350 witnesses. Bad poetry is on Facebook, it separates humans from cogs. Bad poetry shows up on blogs. I also write easy Poetry. Easy poetry is easy to write. Gender Poetry is easy to read. I write that too. Girl poetry Is pink. I write boy poetry, it's blue. Mature poetry Is about you. I write me poetry. Otherwise known As free poetry. It's not expensive or green poetry. I don't mix two colors to get this poetry. It's Pure poetry. Pure poetry. Pure poetry. --- Damon Freed (and see, e.g., http://www.oholymackerel.blogspot.com/20...-poem.html and http://www.oholymackerel.blogspot.com/20...-poem.html ) However all that may be, with the increasing intergalactic cultural diffusion by numerous advanced sentient species one finds focused on said planet Earth one may now more readily find relatively undistorted expressions of poetical sentiment from radically different viewpoints/worldviews, e.g.: Juvenile Rhyme Write with your finger in the sand Write with your finger, make it fit your hand --- Lakesh [Pleiadian Blue] http://www.humancolony.org/galactic-poetry[defunct] -------->Archived: https://web.archive.org/web/201701070648...ic-poetry/ http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/poems-about-aliens http://www.twirpx.com/file/1509931/ http://www.palgrave-journals.com/rm/jour...0144a.html Cheers. http://www.quotehd.com/imagequotes/autho...-I-say.jpg http://meetville.com/images/quotes/Quota...150956.jpg http://static2.quoteswave.com/wp-content...ds-now.jpg
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12-03-2014, 10:22 PM
may our every interaction exemplify the love that we are may we act as truth reminders each of us a unique shining star if our eyes fail to see our perfection then let us forgive our distorted sight life gives nothing but more chances in the end we will all be known as light
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12-07-2014, 01:46 PM
there is no longer any need to preach through our actions is how we teach by living a life of honor and integrity being one with our words is authenticity let's set our intention to stay in alignment interacting as love is our only assignment if we lose our way and veer off course just laugh it off without a bit of remorse
2 members thanked alchemikey for this postidk i know where i want to adventure to - the place we all go when our life is through. i was born for just one purpose: to die - to kiss this strange reality good-bye. i want to be where all souls are at peace - until i have this, i'll long to decease. when i can see, for sure, that all is well - that is when i'll no longer want to bail. i don't know how much longer i can wait - could dying by my own hands be my fate? (please note: i'm not suicidal. i just like writing darkish poems every now & then.)
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12-14-2014, 11:39 PM
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(12-08-2014, 01:43 AM)isis Wrote: "i was born for just one purpose: to die - Viva il chiaroscuro, il tenebroso! Und, Feiern die dunkelheit! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jbnueb2OI4o http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SudyHvtAPMY http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rgTNx50ehFY http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLRPGfrxTxQ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERfK6G_7SvY I'm minded (via "tenebroso") of Charles Baudelaire (who was nothing if not "darkish" in his aesthetic!] and his mystico-synaesthesiacal "Correspondances" from his 1857 Fleurs du Mal [Flowers of Evil]-- in this scintillant poem he refers to echoing sounds swooningly mixing "dans une tenebreuse et profonde unite,/Vaste comme la nuit et comme la clarte,/Les parfums, les couleurs et les sons se repondent [in a dark and profound unity/Vast as the night or as the brilliance of noon--/So are commingled perfumes, sounds, and hues]." http://www.fleursdumal.org/poem/103 There's something so deeply and paradoxically seductive to hypersensitive fragile mayfly mortals like us about the Full Stop to our Life Sentence that is grim death, "that undiscover'd country from whose bourne no traveler returns..." which on the one hand seems so grotesquely inimical to us, yet on the other somehow epitomizes the ne plus ultra of the Transcendent-- as closely linked as can be to our innermost heart's purest desire: to rejoin an ineffable Unity denied to us by our very incarnation in the austerities and obduracies of time/space, but of which we have an obscurely inarticulate but compelling memory, as of some barely-heard ever-fleeting whisper of impossibly beautiful music, "veil-tearing melodies"... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3pb1a--oSw http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Wp6NG6W_CQ http://www.sacred-songs.blogspot.com/200...ed_21.html Again, Rumi: All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there. The trick is to "die before one dies," as the ancient Sufi phrase metaphorically has it; to learn from those who know what's what (through their successful personal experience in such matters) how to effectively free one's ethereal interiority from one's mundane exteriority without necessarily croaking in the process (compare, e.g., an admittedly extreme case of such: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dEacGiMO3K0 ) It hasn't helped in the clarification of such things over the years that this concept, bereft of its technical instrumentality within an expertly competent dynamic context of expedited guided evolution, has been amateurishly misappropriated by any number of rather fundamentalist and cultic groupings (not necessarily of any nominally "religious" or "spiritual" type) for the static purpose of merely maintaining, against all odds, the improbable narratives generated by actually unsustainable belief systems. But hi ho, so it goes, as Kurt Vonnegut would say; one soldiers on in the direction of relative freedom, and finds Love where one finds it. http://www.brainpickings.org/2012/11/26/...f-stories/ http://www.vimeo.com/25996242 An interesting example of what one could perceive as channeled material tailored to a popular artform, as part of a pragmatic effort in the diffusion of fairly alien culture. See J. Southstar's appended comment comprising some pertinent lines from Rumi regarding our origins and the urgent felt need, in our capacity as Joni-Mitchellian billion-year-old carbon, to metaphorically get our sad diasporic golden-stardust asses back to the Garden pronto. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lyotn-3qycM Cheers!
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12-17-2014, 12:35 AM
there is always room for some improvement the infinite Creator creates through movement stirring up the pot so life doesn't stagnate now is the cornerstone of the gateless gate there is no need to knock or even to enter for no matter where we go we are the center offering an angle of perception like no one else this journey of discovery through layers of self
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01-07-2015, 10:35 PM
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life just gives me
reason upon reason
to trust in the unfolding
from season to season
even when left in disarray
from plans that fell through
the universe answers back
saying, "this is waiting for you"
better than i could imagine
as the clock strikes midnight
transported into a fairy tale
an intimate dance of delight
seeing one's reflection
in a mirror that is true
i wish you all the best
in this year that is new
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01-19-2015, 07:44 PM
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being killed by it blessedly
dissolved into the melody
lifting these hands in praise
to the musical stars that blaze
union of movement and sound
heart bows to this sacred ground
upon which twists the wavy spiral
a spinning top...a perpetual gyro
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01-23-2015, 08:57 PM
The days I've had,
in the sunlight The nights I've had,,,, in the moonlight The life I've had---- in space time I saw you before, you opened up the door You recognised my face, before it formed even though it was erased I spun the words as you turned the page of a prophet seer sage and I spun what's said with my spiders spinning thread the point of my spindle pierce pierced pierces the side of Christ as all and nothing bleeds a yarn from my head events not yet heard of because at last first there was the word that I haven't yet said. but I like to listen so ill watch as you say it instead. "said the knight to alice chasing butterflies in the wheat old man catcher in the rye Haddocks eyes"
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01-23-2015, 09:02 PM
(12-08-2014, 01:43 AM)isis Wrote:Isis, your a perfect reflection of yourself and us all , and ditto, please don't go, personally I think you have too much too offer, and I remember what the dormouse said, I know you do to lol x
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01-24-2015, 06:14 PM
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01-28-2015, 08:46 PM
Thirteen hands upon my shoulder, tunnels twisting through the wake,
interlocking fire and ether, stone upon which cold waves break. Thirteen voices, ever-calling, thirteen tongues that speak as one, pouring light through crystal vessel, know the words or be undone. Thirteen eyes watch darkest corners, hearts that know no stately rest. Dance through dreams of hidden children, leap through doorways; know the test. Be not burned in flame consuming, be not drowned in airless depths, serpent’s poison grants them visions, stars undying do the rest. Thirteen heartbeats, blood consuming, give of life as water-light, fruit in-taken, purpose blooming, candle-glow within the night. Hills beyond the valley shadowed, gates whose path trails thirteen stairs, followed darkness, angel-music, pulled to heights beyond despair. Silence is the space that fills dawn of whispers, touches soft unseen strength now held aloft, ignited blaze, truth unshaking.
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