Tears of the Poppy

2011-03-08T23:13:00.000-08:00

Rather the flight of the bird passing and leaving no trace
Than creatures passing, leaving tracks on the ground.
The bird goes by and forgets, which is as it should be.
The creature, no longer there, and so, perfectly useless,
Shows it was there -- also perfectly useless.

Remembering betrays Nature,
Because yesterday's Nature is not Nature,
What's past is nothing and remembering is not seeing.

Fly, bird, fly away; teach me to disappear!

The Life Of I

2011-03-08T23:12:00.001-08:00

This is all the story of Solomon Waste.
Always hurrying yet never in haste
He fussed and worked and toiled all frothing
And at the end of all did nothing.
This is all the story of Solomon Waste.

He lived in wishing and in striving,
And nothing came of all his living;
He worked and toiled in pain and sweat,
And nothing came out of all that.

And things begun and never ended,
And much undone and much intended,
And all things wrong yet never mended:
This is all the story of Solomon Waste.

Each day new projects did betray,
Yet each day was like every day.
He was born and died and between these
He worried himself to tease.
He bustled, worried, moved and cried
But in his life no more is descried
Than two clear facts: he lived and died.
This is all the story of Solomon Waste.

"Other Side Of The World"

2011-03-01T23:14:00.000-08:00

Over the sea and far away
She's waiting like an iceberg
Waiting to change
But she's cold inside
She wants to be like the water

All the muscles tighten in her face
Buries her soul in one embrace
They're one and the same
Just like water

The fire fades away
Most of everyday
Is full of tired excuses
But it's to hard to say
I wish it were simple
But we give up easily
You're close enough to see that
You're the other side of the world to me

On comes the panic light
Holding on with fingers and feelings alike
But the time has come
To move along

The fire fades away

Can you help me
Can you let me go
And can you still love me
When you can't see me anymore

The fire fades away

"made me cry" - Elizabeth Chandy

2011-03-01T23:02:00.000-08:00

What if there was no light.
Nothing wrong, nothing right.
What if there was no time?
And no reason or rhyme?
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there by your side.
That you don't want me there in your life.

What if I got it wrong?
And no poem or song..
Could put right what I got wrong,
Or make you feel I belong
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there by your side
That you don't want me there in your life.

Oooooh, that's right
Let's take a breath, jump over the side.
Oooooh, that's right
How can you know it if you don't even try?
Oooooh, that's right

Every step that you take
Could be your biggest mistake
It could bend or it could break
But that's the risk that you take
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there in your life.
That you don't want me there by your side.

Oooooh, that's right
Let's take a breath jump over the side.
Oooooh, that's right
How can you know it when you don't even try?
Oooooh, that's right

Oooooh, that's right
Let's take a breath jump over the side
Oooooh, that's right
You know that darkness always turns into light
Oooooh, that's right..

woof woof

2011-03-01T22:44:00.000-08:00

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

- Pablo Neruda

Dream

2010-09-16T04:03:00.000-07:00

MY DREAM
I don't want a big house
and live all alone
I don't mind a small house
with all that I own
I want this house
to be in a forest and
I hope there will be trees surrounded
with flowers and a gentle breeze
there will be a stream
with water so sweet
a magic pot with lots of things to eat
and all my pets and friends
will live with me
and we will have much
more fun than in the city.

Natasha, 11 YEARS

Temple Tuning

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uK0s9TCF_ec&feature=related

Further into the clouds of our conscience

2009-01-05T13:13:00.000-08:00

We are the choices we make

we will find what it takes

to make this walk around the sun

burn our dreams to our hearts

shun all ills

be what we may

make our mind our door

to the reality we desire

deep in our burning soul.

Vande mataram

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Desert - Nuvu lekunda Nenu - Desert

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Im off today

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Pope Cloning

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We are almost there

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Freedom..from ourselves

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F.E.A.R

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Take a break

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Seek

2008-12-16T21:41:00.000-08:00

Finding Oneself

2008-12-16T21:30:00.000-08:00

"All men should strive

to learn before they die

what they are running from, and to, and why."

-James Thurber

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No Way out

2008-12-16T15:30:00.000-08:00

Its all me

2008-12-04T20:01:00.000-08:00

I think I've reached that point

Where giving up and going on

Are both the same dead end to me

Are both the same old song

I think I've reached that point

Where every wish has come true

And tired disguised oblivion

Is everything I do

Please stop loving me

I am none of these things

"End"

- The Cure

The Hebe plant

2008-12-04T19:58:00.000-08:00

a native of New Zealand and named after the Greek goddess of youth,...

for you and what made you- by salman rushdie

2008-12-04T19:49:00.000-08:00

"All my life, I worshipped her

Her golden voice, her beauty's beat

How she made us feel

How she made me real

And the ground beneath her feet

And now i can't be sure of anything

Black is white, and cold is heat

For what i worshipped stole my love away

It was the ground beneath her feet

Go lightly down your darkened way

Go lightly underground

I'll be down there in another day

I won't rest until you're found

Let me love you true, let me rescue you

Let me lead you to where two roads meet

O come back aboveWhere there's only love

And the ground beneath her feet

And the ground beneath her feet..."

An Fear Marbh

2008-12-04T19:46:00.000-08:00

Another shot of An Fear Marbh viewed from Clogher Head.Inis Tuaisceart (Inishtooskert or North Island) is the most northerly of the Blasket Islands off the coast of County Kerry, Ireland. Also known as 'An Fear Marbh' (Dead Man) or 'The Sleeping Giant'.

Vishnu and his buick

2008-12-02T19:29:00.000-08:00

I Ching

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Piercing colours..

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Sinking within

2008-12-02T19:00:00.000-08:00

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate,

our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is light, not our darkness that most frightens us.

We are all meant to shine, as children do. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.

And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

Marianne Williamson

2008-12-02T18:10:00.000-08:00

Imprisoned soul

2008-12-02T17:44:00.000-08:00

“When our eyes see our hands doing the work of our hearts, the circle of Creation is completed inside us, the doors of our souls fly open, and love steps forth to heal everything in sight.”

Search

2008-12-02T17:40:00.000-08:00

"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies." Aristotle

there and then

2008-12-02T17:35:00.000-08:00

You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.

2008-12-02T17:31:00.001-08:00

Everything has been figured out, except how to live.

2008-12-02T17:12:00.000-08:00

GUNS - GERMS - STEEL

2008-12-02T17:04:00.000-08:00

All these words are empty but they surround me like your voice.

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Preacher man

2008-12-02T16:59:00.000-08:00

Today the headlines,

tomorrow hard times

no one ever really knows the truth from the lies

in the end the story deeper must hide

Deeper & deeper & deeper inside

fear of wisdom

2008-12-02T16:50:00.000-08:00

The 8 fold path beneath the blue lotus

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Forget the shadow

2008-12-01T17:59:00.000-08:00

I am the lover's gift;
I am the wedding wreath,
I am the memory of a moment of happiness,
I am the last gift of the living to the dead,
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow,

But I look up high to see only the light,
And never look down to see my shadow.

This is wisdom which man must learn.

Gibran Khalil Gibran (1883-1931

sadness is but a wall between two gardens

2008-12-01T17:54:00.000-08:00

All things in this creation exist within you, and all things in you exist in creation; there is no border between you and the closest things, and there is no distance between you and the farthest things, and all things, from the lowest to the loftiest, from the smallest to the greatest, are within you as equal things.

In one atom are found all the elements of the earth; in one motion of the mind are found the motions of all the laws of existence; in one drop of water are found the secrets of all the endless oceans; in one aspect of you are found all the aspects of existence.

Khalil Gibran -- Secrets of The Heart

our nature

2008-12-01T17:46:00.000-08:00

... joy and sorrow are inseparable. . . together they come and when one sits alone with you . . . remember that the other is asleep upon your bed

an Old prophet from the white mountain

2008-12-01T17:40:00.000-08:00

“Oh, heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.”

Khalil Gibran

Our New Home Minister

2008-12-01T16:39:00.000-08:00

He represented the bankrupt American energy giant Enron, as a senior lawyer in India, and is again set to revive its Dhabol power project.[

He resigned on 10 July 1992 from minister position owning moral responsibility for investing in Fairgrowth, a company allegedly involved in securities scam

In 1997, he announced a controversial voluntary disclosure of income scheme which granted income-tax defaulters indefinite immunity from prosecution under the Foreign Exchange Regulation Act, 1973, the Income Tax Act, 1961, the Wealth Tax Act, 1957, and the Companies Act, 1956 in exchange for self-valuation and disclosure of income and assets. [9] The Comptroller and Auditor General of India condemned the scheme his report as abusive and a fraud on the genuine taxpayers of the country. [

It should be noted that Chidambaram also represented the controversial British mining conglomerate Vedanta Resources in the Bombay High Court until 2003 when he became the finance minister of India. He was also a member of the board of directors of that company.[11

In August 2006 the then President A.P.J. Abdul Kalam gave permission to enquire into the allegations that Prime Minister Manmohan Singh and his Finance Minister P. Chidambaram had been holding office of profit at the time of elections. It has been alleged that they both had been the board members of Rajiv Gandhi Trust Foundation. The Election Commission will enquire into the allegations.[12]

In February 2008, he announced a $15 billion farm loan waiver scheme triggering a public interest litigation.[13][14

2008-11-30T18:04:00.000-08:00

If you could see you
Trough my eyes
Instead of your ego
I believe you'd be
Surprised to see
That you've been blind...

So unless you
Lived your life
Of total perfection
You gotta be careful
Of every stone
That you should throw

Walk a mile in my shoes
And before you abuse, criticize and accuse
Walk a mile in my shoes

2008-11-30T17:52:00.000-08:00

Someone waits for me

Just beyond the sunset

Lies my destiny

Where the purple mountains

Lie in deep tranquillity

There I’ll find the treasure

Of love eternally Just beyond the sunset

Lies a home for me

Where the world is peaceful

Like a paradise should be

Just beyond the sunset

Someday is where you’ll find me

David Harris

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Towards light

2008-11-30T17:34:00.000-08:00

The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper's--he takes the lead
In summer luxury,--he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought silence, from the stove there shrills
The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever,
And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,
The Grasshopper's among some grassy hills.

Keats

2008-11-30T17:30:00.000-08:00

"A man who moves with the earth will necessarily experience days and nights. He who stays with the sun will know no darkness"

In line..all along

2008-11-27T19:34:00.001-08:00

Quantum randomness - Cat in the box

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Our shrooming universe -- Magic

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The mystic beast within us

2008-11-26T13:37:00.000-08:00

The dark shore rises

like the back of a mystic beast

curved, straining, swallowing

mouthfuls of ocean so that

the waves might move its tongue

to speak. Rocks rumble low,

groaning the stories of their birth, admitting

in the secrecy of low light

that they'd rather be sunk back

into the belly

of the world.

"Lets walk.. far , far away, until we find home"

2008-11-25T18:00:00.000-08:00

Gone

2008-11-25T17:55:00.000-08:00

"And the man in the rain picked up his bag of secrets, and journeyed up the mountainside, far above the clouds, and nothing was ever heard from him again, except for the sound of... Tu-bu-lar Bells.”

Tubular Bells III Mike Oldfield

Right here yet

2008-11-25T17:50:00.000-08:00

so go on and scream

scream at me i'm so far away

i won't be broken again

i've got to breathe i can't keep going under

This is the current fashion in universes. Expanding at the hemline in all directions and heavily embroidered with dark matter.

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Much darker

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Heaven and earth are not what you think, they are darker

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You cannot split the earth by drawing boundaries on it - Tukaram

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The earth seen from the inside out..Looking into space from her core

Strange Time

2008-11-23T17:59:00.000-08:00

The needle is expertly

Jabbed into the vein ;

The innermost stranger

Wakes up again .

My mask has fallen

,It grins at me ;

I go out forever

On a faceless spree

.In a milder light

And a colder sun ,

Absent minded ,

I reach for the gun .

A whole country

Is vanishing now ;

What's left of love

Is my own forehead .

The skull's architecture

And the fading formation

Of reticular frescoes

I bequeath to you .

I bequeath to you

My fossil and my dossier .

And I join the saints

'Immortal choir .

Tukaram in heaven ,

Chitre in hell ,

Sing the same song

Centuries apart .

Their bone derives

From the same stone

That stands erect at Pandharpur

In the shape of a God.

Both gentle and rude

And always

Unmoved .

The river flows by

Like so many people ,

While this stance

By itself isA spire

And a steeple .

History is dust

In this kind of summer .

The heat is

The lasting truth .

Man spreads

His own rumor

In the form of God

To seize a creation .

Not his own .

This kind of summer

Is the brain's

Own blaze .

It is Vitthala

Who creates

Sun and rain ;

Tukaram's joy

And Chitre's pain

Are two faces

Of the same coin

Counterfeit and divine .

The sovereign currency

Of generations

Standing

In the same plain .

Let us speak of God

Since man cannot be spoken of :

Let us infer from the image in stone

The mind , the hand , the chisel , the stroke .

For the Lord is infinite

Sleep from which we wake

And , in the grinning granite ,

We carve Him out of the night.

Into this muscles

We invest our souls ;

For his heart is of stone ,

His heartbeat our own .

Our voices are hoarse with God :

He is our scream , our cry , our moan ,

Tukaram in heaven , Chitre in hell ,

Turned to the same truth , centuries apart .

They dance in the same place

And celebrate

Sameness

As the only art

Our voice is a village

You have never visited ,

Where God livesIn silent huts .

You have not seen

His million faces ;For God resides

In uncivilized places .

He is the hunger ,

And he is the food ;

He is the grain ,

The only good .

God is crushed ,

God is ground ,

So thoroughly milled

That He's never found .

He is all we have

From harvests to famines ;

It is Him we praise ,

And Him we curse .

He is our neighbour ,

He is our enemy ;

He is our ruler ,

And He is our destiny .

He is our slave ,

He is our landlord ;

But for our sword

He'd hardly be brave .

God is our village

Idiot and sage ;

He is our convict

And our judge .

Him we worship ,

Whom we whip ;

On bent knees ,

It's him we beat .

He is our sinner ,

He is our saint ;

We begin in Him ,

In Him we end .

Come back pock-marked poets ,

Join Tukaram and Chitre ,

For the song of heavenIs one helluva chant .

Ask and you shall be refused ;

But do not leave

Your voice unused .

It's all you' ve got .

Remember , our best

Poems were always

As bald as facts ,

As bare as hills .

Because our spirit

Has aspects of stone ,

And because our stones

Are lasting mirrors.

2008-11-20T17:42:00.000-08:00

Now the moon is almost hidden

The stars are beginning to hide

The fortune telling lady

Has even taken all her things inside

All except for Cain and Abel

And the hunchback of notre dame

everybody is making love

or else expecting in rain

And the good samaritan he´s dressing

he´s getting ready for the show

He´s going to the carnival

tonight on Desolation Row.

Not Dark Yet

2008-11-20T17:30:00.000-08:00

Shadows are falling and I've been here all day

It's too hot to sleep time is running away

Feel like my soul has turned into steel

I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal

There's not even room enough to be anywhere

It's not dark yet, but it's getting there

Tommorow will arrive as we thrive

2008-11-20T17:24:00.000-08:00

then take me disappearing through

the smoke rings of my mind

down the foggy ruins of time,
far past the frozen leaves

the haunted, frightened trees,

out to the windy beach

far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow

yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky

with one hand waving free

silhouetted by the sea,

circled by the circus sands

with all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves

let me forget about

today until tomorrow.

"mr. tambourine man,"by bob dylan.

Dylan- Daling

2008-11-20T17:20:00.000-08:00

of war and peace

the truth just twist

sits curfew gull it glides

upon four-legged forest clouds

the cowboy angel rides

with his candle lit into the sun

although its glow is waxed in black

all except when beneath the trees of eden

How long have i been in the storm

2008-11-20T17:08:00.000-08:00

I was burned out from exhaustion,

buried in the hail

Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,

Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.

"Come in," she said,"I'll give you shelter from the storm."- Bob Dylan

(A 9/11 inspiration - and to all who demonstrate strength, courage and support in the face of adversity)

Thureon

2008-11-19T14:23:00.000-08:00

if you were a vision of intact alchemy,
i would've let you pass and in my
stormy realm of insanity
to compare dimensions...

if you were a ray of infinite knowledge

i would've let you explode through
the iris of my being
and make a canvas out of it.

if you were a second, a moment,
a morsel of time,
i would've captured you as a vessel
of infinite memory.

if you were a molecule of oxygen,
of air,a quiet breeze,
i would've breathe you in and
let you become a part of my legend.

if you were the question,
i'd be the answer.

Burma Bleeds

2008-11-19T14:21:00.000-08:00

"...The force of Nature turns its hand –The Indian Ocean takes the land.Sun beds, umbrellas ride the seas;Bodies abandoned in the trees;For half a mile and more, inland,It crushes all, naught can withstand.For many millions, sad lament,Their homes now driftwood, ‘fore it’s spent..."

Before the storm

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I walk through windy silence,

a humming blade of grass whispering the secret of the eternal.

She needs… no, wants me to know what lies beyond the void.

And I, safe within my ignorance, continue to gaze.

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Suddenly Dawns upon one

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Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn!

Look to this Day!

For it is Life, the very Life of Life.

In its brief course lie all the Verities and

Realities of your Existence.

The Bliss of Growth,

The Glory of Action,

The Splendor of Beauty;

For Yesterday is but a Dream,

And To-morrow is only a Vision;

But To-day well lived makes

Every Yesterday a

Dream of Happiness,

And every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope.

Look well therefore to this Day!

Such is the Salutation of the Dawn!

poem by~Kalidasa

The magician of ujjain

2008-11-19T13:39:00.000-08:00

AUTUMN
by: Kalidasa (c. 500)

THE autumn comes, a maiden fair
In slenderness and grace,
With nodding rice-stems in her hair
And lilies in her face.
In flowers of grasses she is clad;
And as she moves along,
Birds greet her with their cooing glad
Like bracelets' tinkling song.

A diadem adorns the night
Of multitudinous stars;
Her silken robe is white moonlight,
Set free from cloudy bars;
And on her face (the radiant moon)
Bewitching smiles are shown:
She seems a slender maid, who soon
Will be a woman grown.

Over the rice-fields, laden plants
Are shivering to the breeze;
While in his brisk caresses dance
The blossomed-burdened trees;
He ruffles every lily-pond
Where blossoms kiss and part,
And stirs with lover's fancies fond
The young man's eager heart.

" You are like a hurricane, theres warmth in your eyes"

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an equation for me has no meaning unless it expresses a thought of god -- Ramanujan

2008-11-18T17:10:00.000-08:00

"did the devil create this world, while god was asleep"

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The Countdown

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http://www.worldometers.info/population/
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Current World Population

Will n Deed

2008-11-16T13:37:00.001-08:00

We always get what our deep driving desire is,
as desire will be our deed
and as deed our will
and as our will.. will be our destiny.

"The wise know, the hook is baited"

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