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George Krokos Feb 2016
From Being to becoming there is then an individualisation
and from individuality to universality there is a realisation.
From Oneness to manyness there is then a diversification
and from diversity to attunement there is then a unification.
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From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Aaron Curry Feb 2016
I'll spend it in half
No point
Golden toy
Let me be
Who I'm not
To provoke
What I want
And protect
What is left
Of this race
In this place
Where we ****
Just to drill
And deny
That we die
And leave all
This behind
Without giving
A ****
And vote in
The corrupt
To unjust
Shut us up
From exposing
The truth
That God
Is in you
And deny us
Our power
Right now
Is the hour
And today
Is the first
To obey
Or emerge
As divine-lit community
Oneness and unity
Unlock who you are
And embrace this...
Release yourself from the matrix.
I B Liviu Dec 2015
Gambol Child, gambol
For you're always Free,
Grow Love, grow
Like an Infinite tree,

Walk the fields o' Love
And forever see,
You've always been Here,
Now rest. In Me.
Ajey Pai K Dec 2015
The winds of time whisper but one tune and it enthuses-
The gloomy senses of a dreamy person with a shining mind.
Says to him; your life resides in travelling the world, dear son:
The waves call you unto them, with sun o'erhead and deep within.

In silent dreams cruises the aspiration of an enigmatic soul-
On the calm waves of youth, driven by a carefree fuel.
For the ocean is vast and glorious; and there are numerous isles
On which hopes could be docked and a life could be harboured.

Every person desires at least once, to live like a vagabond-
To move about places relentlessly and to flow like the wind.
Bearing the scent of people and the sound of life they go,
From place to place, revering everything from a corner of their souls.

-The Silent Poet
Cori MacNaughton Oct 2015
My breathing slows
my mind is stilled
my spirit rises
Falun Gong

The evening weeps
in empathy
an evil steals
echoes of souls

As One we join
our sanctity
in supplication
to Divine

As more among us
simply vanish
Disappeared
without a trace
Falun Gong is a meditative practice drawing on the ancient, complementary practices of Buddhism and Qi Gong.  

Beginning on 20 July 1999, the People's Republic of China began a program to eradicate Falun Gong and those practicing it, using primarily the methods of defamation, kidnapping, imprisonment, internment, torture and ****** to achieve their objective.  Literally millions of people have been targeted.  

This poem, which I wrote on 6/7 August 2014, was my response to learning of the ongoing murders of peaceful Falun Gong practitioners.

You can learn more, and possibly help, by checking out the website of the Friends of Falun Gong, here:

http://fofg.org/
Cori MacNaughton Sep 2015
Within every face we see, also, a mirror
within every silence, a breath
within every soul is the path growing clearer
within every lifeform, a death

Our stuff is the stuff of the planets and quarks
existing as one in this space
'till that universe distant and showering sparks
stands ready to take this one's place

A day is as a thousand years
a thousand years as a day
yet human psyche interferes
and would find a better way

The thing that most matters, which few understand
for which many continue to die
is that Unification of Physics Grand
I am you, as you are I
Written in June 1999, and read in public on occasion, though it appears here in print for the first time.
Gourab Banerjee Aug 2015
Say thanks
Whatsoever the reason
Or its beyond
Never hesitate
To utter the gratitude.
For the inherent emotions
The invisible mirror's ever there.
I swear it happens
Call it a magic
Or rename a miracle.
But never rely upon
Might be the vice versa........!!!-26.08.2015
Imminent existence was the poetry that pierced
her eyes. The thirst for evolving into a life form
that was perfectly aware of
its own beauty.

Unaware at first,
passionately later on;
she supplied me with
pieces of ink for the
enigmatic puzzle of our
momentary lives.

~ z.s
Her heart was a drum that
a rare few could ever
learn how to play.

Yet many had tried,
making herself forget
how it was to be played.

'But you' , she said, 'you make
me feel the rhythm of life again.
I don't know how to thank you.'

Leaning towards her chest,
I told her;

The sound of your heart is the
melody to my rhythm,
and when they are in union;

I am complete.


So, let me just take you in.


~ z.s
She never knew she had wings.
He never knew he could fly.

Like newly hatched butterflies,
they learned to roam the skies.


~ z.s
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