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Levitate

This is a day for separation
allow a stillness to unfold
in solitude, the revelation

sees above expectation
of what we are forever told
this is.  A day for separation

from hesitance and trepidation
within the sharply shattered mold
of solitude, the revelation

of wisdom, silence’s fascination
and what we will forever hold
“this is a day”.  For separation

yields conscious manifestation
we nearly lost within this fold
of solitude.  The revelation

brings onset of alteration:
forever fear, frighteningly bold!
This is a day for separation
in solitude (the revelation).

Copyright © Tracy Decker | Year Posted 2006

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Total Destruction

<                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                     Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk 
                                     Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                     Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth
                                     Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks
                                     Destruction of beautiful mother earth


                                    Illuminate waters that someone hurts
                                    Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk
                                    Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                    Man woman and even thy smallest mirth
                                    For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk
                                    Destruction of beautiful mother earth

                                   Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth
                                   Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk 
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                   Like land before time when man walked
                                   Wonder how forces existed and talked
                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2011

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LIVE WITH PASSION

Live with passion and purpose and insight
I meditate upon truth and beauty
Being and becoming echoes true light


Love shows a path of my life journey flight
I contemplate my spiritual story
Live with passion and purpose and insight


Laugh at the folly of false pride that slights
I concentrate and focus energy
Being and becoming echoes true light


Style a smile to greet all creatures of light
I embrace the path of humanity
Live with passion and purpose and insight


Walk with inspiring grace and grandeur bright
I chart the sure choice of my destiny
Being and becoming echoes true light


Glimpse a boundless sense of intuitive might
I look within to live more mindfully
Live with passion and purpose and insight
Being and becoming echoes true light


Leon Enriquez
15 Mar 2014
Singapore

Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014

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WHY IS LIFE EITHER DARK OR BRIGHT

Why is life either dark or bright,
dreary as death and joyful as birth?
Why can't it be brighter than light?


Some aim high at claiming their birthright,
their thoughts are rooted in worth;
why is life either dark or bright? 


For many days and nights are cursed with fright,
often failure becomes an unbearable torment;
why can't it be brighter than light?


Could anyone restore a man's blind sight,
or multiply a fish by invoking a thought?
Why is life either dark or bright?


And should all who seem impeccably right,
hide hatred and envy by not rising a doubt? 
Why is life either dark or bright?


Must I remind everyone how fragile is might;
wasn't life created from water and dust? 
Why is life either dark or bright?
Why can't it be brighter than light?

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013

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Complex of ideas

Complex of ideas

My hands smell like wood and, as I shout for a beginning, I pull myself out of me.
The laughter is shaking inside, it slips from head to foot and climbs…
I’m a young old man, for I have fed myself with old age…
That is why I have muscles so loquacious, so wise, so mild…
I always knew that love means whisper, smile, black and white…
So what that I wear with me this complex of ideas like marsupials wear their 
young?


Copyright © nicoleta-ruxandra bohat | Year Posted 2008

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The Radio

I am living in a small village; my father told to me;
Do not be a man like the Radio,
Live with the nature and hear the sound of tree.

That is the common way a man should be;
Nature has the big power and you should know;
But learn more by yourself, do not believe me.

As growing up; I can hear and see,
"Develop the better nature" what the Mayor wows;
And show-off to cuts down the trees.

Who can stop him; no, no, nobody;
No one can stand up and say no;
Villagers have to say yes same as me.

Everyone become the Radio slowly slowly,
Just complaint quietly as a broken Radio.
No, What I can do, I have to re-plant the trees.

With hoping that the trees are growing strongly;
To change village to the good development circle,
Things need to change; Radio, People and Me.
How to Change? Just listen to the Trees.

Copyright © Panya Chanthavong | Year Posted 2016

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Quakers on Pacifism

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war,

Or to refuse to stuff one’s face with meat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore

 

By definition.  It’s not like before.

These things are individual.  We can cheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

 

We cannot break an invisible law.

We rubbed it out, you see.  I should repeat:

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

Some are.  Some aren’t.  There’s nothing we stand for.

We can have bacon, toast or Shredded Wheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war – 

 

To be vegetarian, vegan or

In any way, restrict what one may eat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

This, Friends, is the conclusion we must draw – 

Won’t vote on this; we might just face defeat:

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore. 

Copyright © Paula Puddephatt | Year Posted 2011

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Villanelle: The Poietics of Being

Villanelle : The Poietics* of Being

This World and All that we see and cannot
   Came into being without warning 
With its Past and Future replete with plot

There’s no such thing as the Present in slot
   For there’d be no one to see in Yijing*
This World and All that we see and cannot
 
Those that want to see this World in their cot
   Give it incomplete myth and beginning
With its Past and Future replete with plot

That’s why it’s endless and far too way out
   Made to elude any true mind’s probing
This World and All that we see and cannot
 
Break this eternal chain: the sexual knot
   And the Yang will allay the Yin binding
With its Past and Future replete with plot

No Heaven will be claimed by senseless clot
   Mindless matter will then clash clang and cling
This World and All that we see and cannot
 With its Past and Future replete with plot

*Poietics : the science and/or philosophy of creation. 
Cf. T. Wignesan. Poietics : Disquisitions on the Art of Creation.
Allahabad : Cyberwit.net, 2008, xiv-214p.

*Yijing : the Canon of Changes. Among others, Cf. Richard John Lynn (transl.). The Classic of Changes. New York : Columbia University Press, 1994, 602p.

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013 

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2013

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 41

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 41

More the imagination more damnation
Where would Earth be without Galileo’s lens
The Truth dares us in the face – condemnation

Ancient Greeks refined the mind spirit nation
And yet let their gods abuse their common sense
More the imagination more damnation

All roads led to Rome and the Inquisition
El Hidalgo de la Mancha’s comeuppance
The Truth dares us in the face – condemnation

Quixotic souls in windmills seek ruination
Who made Socrates take hemlock in Athens
More the imagination more damnation

Which mundane god revealed depths of Creation
Which holy tract mysteries of Existence
The Truth dares us in the face – condemnation

Hermeneutics – art of deviation
How we love to split mythic hairs with incense
More the imagination more damnation
The Truth dares us in the face – condemnation

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 42

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 42

Wrap the self in fear for the dark cloaks the beast
Shut the door on vile thoughts no fear will wild knock
Does Death need an invitation for fun feast

Zhen the Eldest Son will pound the skies in jest
Ephemeral beings all will link arms lock
Wrap the self in fear for the dark cloaks the beast

Kan the Middle Son will come flooding through mist
Ephemeral beings all will cower in dock
Does Death need an invitation for fun feast

Gen the Youngest Son will cough fire at best
Ephemeral beings all will turn to rock
Wrap the self in fear for the dark cloaks the beast

Sun the Eldest Daughter will puff past the least
Ephemeral beings all will shudder shock
Does Death need an invitation for fun feast

Bright Li and Joyous Tui will sing dance the beat
Ephemeral beings all won’t this rhyme mock
Wrap the self in fear for the dark cloaks the beast
Does Death need an invitation for fun feast

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015 

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 39

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 39  

Carbon molecules woken up by thunder
Is violence life-wire of existence
Can God come into being beyond Nature

Violence in warp and woof of our nature
Can one avoid being part of violence
Carbon molecules woken up by thunder

Who put Arjuna on guard against anger
The cause of the Great War was not in suspense
Can God come into being beyond Nature

Arrogate violence and commit blunder
Can one take life and affirm his existence
Carbon molecules woken up by thunder

Taoists live life in accord with Nature
The seasons come and go in munificence
Can God come into being beyond Nature

Make not god to quibble about his Father
No god re-appears like this Grand Existence
Carbon molecules woken up by thunder
Can GOD come into being beyond Nature

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 20

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 20

To what extent violent thoughts can be crimes
Is there one person who’s not guilty by thought
The Real in the Apparent see you rhymes

With what reason Raskolnikov murder rhymes
Does Nietsche see in him the greatness of thought
To what extent violent thoughts can be crimes

Can the rogue State justify wanton war crimes
Nor the Police non-citizen rights stamp out
The Real in the Apparent see you rhymes

Who tolls the church bells controls also the chimes
He who can think must also control the thought
To what extent violent thoughts can be crimes

Wanton acts of violence breed in all climes
Kubla Khan repeats the way Ghengis Khan fought
The Real in the Apparent see you rhymes

Does not Death commit unjust ultimate crimes
Who returns from the au-dela knows true nought
To what extent violent thoughts can be crimes
The Real in the Apparent see you rhymes

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Two roads of a twisted fate

I see two roads of a twisted fate
Lying before me like hell's gate
What sins have I done to be forced paths
To suffer such torments of opposing wraths
Down one lies pain in pouring rain
Trying in vain to cleanse the earth's stain
With no notion or idea it's not all in vain
The other lies sin and self gain
Demonic laughter clang with chain as nature rides its lane
With pleasures of flesh and blood flowing on a corrupting plane
So with disdain I pound my brain
As time keeps dripping from my vein
Is it the sins and lust that cover the crust
That I must make meeting before my head bust
Or must I refrain because it's truly insane
For what value can debauchery really contain
Why must I suffer and strain if I can't be vain
How humble can I feign to those who let life drain

I can't take this, it's just not fair
No one lends a hand or care
Not even when I help them
Does a seed of ardor stem

It hurts less and less... so strange
How much less til my thoughts derange

When will the falling water remove pride and fear
When will I see worth when those rainy skies clear
When will restraint and reverence leave
How can I dance with flesh if I must grieve

These paths, they are so twisted
Yet choosing one my mind's insisted
Do I swim upstream against the grain
Or reap the rewards of the slain

Do I fight, or all confide?
To unite, or to divide?

Copyright © Chance Gallaher | Year Posted 2010

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Sacred Anthems

Remember God, from whence thy bounty comes.
And on the morrow bring thy true love home.
Love bequeathed revered knows sacred anthems.

Live lovingly, earning new day's welcomes. 
Embrace heaven's wise teachings where you roam.
Remember God, from whence thy bounty comes.

Spousal bonds enjoin marital maxims.
Matrimonial joy strives, since Adam.
Life bequeathed revered knows sacred anthems.

Families grow stronger amid loves, blossoms.
Children safely thrive in affection's dome.
Remember God, from whence thy bounty comes.

Faithfully make right marital chasms.
Let not one's earthly passions ever roam.
Life bequeathed revered knows sacred anthems.

Our loving God prepared for us, kingdoms.
Lavishly envisioned, heavenly home.
Remember God, from whence thy bounty comes.
Life bequeathed revered knows sacred anthems.

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2011

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent -4

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 4

Test not people of a violent nature
The choice is not that simple: run if you can
The situation calls for plans more mature

Yijing’s ‘Withdraw into your own armature’
May not the violent deter nor you ban
Test not people of a violent nature

Like as not more cunning than immature
Your lofty thoughts and plans put under scan
The situation calls for plans more mature

Not everyone can alter Laws of Nature
Yet it’s everyone’s duty to make a stand
Test not a people of a violent nature

If you let grow your own virtue in stature
The seasons will follow through according to plan
The situation needs no plans more mature

Can evil people cloaked rude in ill-nature
Succeed where violence breeds not in Man
Test not people of a violent nature
The situation calls for plans more mature

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Let Not Love Take Your Life and Soul

Let not love take your life and soul.
Love should be cherished with no martyr.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

One love may be forever, while another may troll.
This may trigger heartbreak, this would be harder,
Let not love take your life and soul.

These days they may think there is a better role.
Especially if they meet a so called charmer,
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

You may be left without anyone to console.
Though you still have such gracious honor,
Let not love take your life and soul.

You may feel you are lost inside a hole.
You only have to look for new love to conquer.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

Take out your lonesomeness for a little stroll.
Forget the past, let not your hate harbor
Let not love take your life and soul.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2011

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 36

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 36

Blame not the man whose mind is not his own
From birth to death he’ll do what he’s told
Must he not those who’re not his kind disown

Does the killer kill what to him is unknown
When does he decide when When he makes bold
Blame not the man whose mind is not his own

Do those who are killed kill in the Unknown
Killer who killed Who cast him in mind mould
Must he not those who’re not his kind disown

Who does the killer kill if not his own
Who’s the real killer Can it be told
Blame not the man whose mind is not his own

The mind that’s massaged from birth makes no moan
Neither those who kill  by proxy for gold
Must he not those who’re not his kind disown

When each god must swallow words not his own
How might those bred into belief take hold
Blame not the man whose mind is not his own
Must he not those who’re not his kind disown

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 56


Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 56

To what extent can there be room for free will
If what governs is the Principle Yang-Yin
Since the future can largely be told at will

Since the Yi Jing permits karma to fulfil
Good works compensate pitfalls one stumbles in
To what extent can there be room for free will

For the Principle to work there must be Evil
In living things with will embedded in the gene
Since the future can largely be told at will

At what stage can karma begin the peril
Quadrupeds sans will or when bipeds sin
To what extent can there be room for free will

Does karmic balance-sheet deduct influence ill
Parents environs victims of upbringing
Since the future can largely be told at will

None can be guilty as the mythic Devil
The game’s over what pardon when neither win
To what extent can there be room for free will
Since the future can largely be told at will

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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At the Ripples of the Sun's Rays, I Stare

At the ripples of the Sun’s rays, I stare.
In water, I fight to rise, but I sink;
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.
 
Above me, on the shore, they do not care
That I have fallen over the blue brink
At the ripples of the Sun’s rays. I stare.
 
They will live more than me, since they are there
With more than enough breath. I cannot think
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.
 
The current pulls me away from my share
Of life, which above, the indulgents drink.
At the ripples of the Sun’s rays, I stare.
 
The growing pressure is hard to bear,
As I watch their images slowly shrink,
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.
 
I push to live, as they do. It’s not fair
That I drown in these debts of which I sink;
At the ripples of the Sun’s rays, I stare,
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.

Copyright © Aaron Crowley | Year Posted 2011

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 54


Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 54

Must Nature fulfil its terminal plans
The question is Are we in its primal aims
Can Man be content with what he understands

Does Nature kill for fun or to teach lessons
Are we central to the Multi-Verse’s claims
Must Nature fulfil its terminal plans

Does the Tao inform Siva’s dream drunk dance
Or is some standstill boredom reason for games
Can Man be content with what he understands

Is so much lightning-thunder mere flash in pans
So many players in outfields lost without names
Must Nature fulfil its terminal plans

Must Nature destroy what IT creates in trance
Life and Death the Known and Unknown whom one blames
Can Man be content with what he understands

Is the idea Maya a contresens
Who would create to destroy what he proclaims
Must Nature fulfil its terminal plans
Can Man be content with what he understands

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - Part III - 49

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – Part III - 49

The ONLY god there is Is there in your eyes
Close your eyes at sundown Who awaits at dawn
Infinite grandiose Multi-Verse never dies

Physico-chemical bio-logicalize
Infinitesimal these laws never born
The ONLY god there is Is there in your eyes

Are not players in the field fire and ice
Trillion thunder blasts gouge out space new-born
Infinite grandiose Multi-Verse never dies

The principle’s Yang/Yin or love turned to lies
If each living thing does not obey command
The ONLY god there is Is there in your eyes

Be not so vain as to think your god’s more wise
Just watch the Heavens toil and churn every dawn
Infinite grandiose Multi-Verse never dies

Nature has no need for mythic petty lies
Nothing humans cook up reflects Nature’s lawn
The ONLY god there is Is there in your eyes
Infinite grandiose Multi-Verse never dies

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015 

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 53


Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 53

Must appearance differ from reality
In as much as front and back of the same body
To negate existence in non-duality

Being the non-existence of duality
Existence displaces both in one body
Must appearance differ from reality

Either and neither one incongruity
Make both come alive in one busy-body
To negate existence in non-duality

Everything comes from nothing logicality
Open your eyes you’re the Purusha body
Must appearance differ from reality

Every time you conceive the entirety
You affirm existence in your own body
To negate existence in non-duality

Time’s the hand draws curtain of eternity
Past nor future exists in any body
Must appearance differ from reality
To negate existence in non-duality

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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My Tiger

Turning my thought, deep within
Extracted feelings to obey
I found my other self… my twin.

Saving me, from mortal sin
Masking herself from display
Turning my thought, deep within.

Waiting with an alarming grin
My enemies are her prey
I found my other self… my twin.

My other self, waits therein
Tiger keeps my foes at bay
Turning my thought, deep within.

She’s my tiger deep within
Protecting me, when I pray
I found my other self… my twin.

Crouched and ready to begin
Harm me and I’ll make you pay
Turning my thought, deep within
I found my other self… my twin

Copyright © Amera Andersen | Year Posted 2007

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portraits of the subconcious

Flowers find their way into restless sleep
Conscious nightmares make for weary dreams
She stands there idly, smoking her cigarette

Following the path to find nothing in the end
Reaching the end to find it all starts again
Flowers find their way into restless sleep

Remaining still in order to remain unseen
Shadows hiding what remains to be seen
She stands there idly, smoking her cigarette

Falling angels make the best shooting stars
Burning up in the atmosphere in dreamland 
Flowers find their way into restless sleep

Bringing back the throbbing on the inside first
Staring blankly into the night sky, she waits
She stands there idly, smoking her cigarette

Sometimes the tourniquet don’t really work
Then the dreams seep into the waking mind
Flowers find their way into restless sleep
She stands there idly, smoking her cigarette

Copyright © Joseph Silva | Year Posted 2006