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>Understanding, Up and down has a different level
>We need knowledge and experience to find a medal.
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>Life is the combination of a different level
>Color, caste, race, religion, is a target feeble
>Is it natural discrimination or a variety of nature?
>Time has taken centuries for its identity a grapple ?
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>Twenty centuries skill and experience is human growth pedal.
>We need knowledge and experience to find a medal
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>A fight for power or a grace: the honor of bravery,
>Different matters have misunderstanding a level of slavery,
>Non co-operation or misjudged by the expectations
>What do you think: who can learn all about having a clevery?
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>What is truth if God is one: religion has race and caste bundle?
>We need knowledge and experience to find a medal.
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>How long time nature took to purify the water and fresh air?
>To grow healthy food: to differentiate the poison less affair,
>Time has taken a long to develop gravity for a planet?
>Why has only Earth a source of existence an oxygen care?
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>Is natural process for welfare also not feasible?
>We need knowledge and experience to find a medal
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>A process is for understanding, and sense of co-operation
>Experience and non-cooperation seems beneficiary dedication,
>Nature is powerful can ruin within few seconds if a man can do,
>but Honey Bees never mixed poison in their sweet production,
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>Who can protect life and civilization if a person fails to handle?
>We need knowledge and experience to find a medal.
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>Nobody can won the war: not a meaning of Liberty,
>Ancestor has tried all but struggle is a root of fraternity,
>Efforts for peace is a struggle by a dedicated person,
>We need rest after all a long struggle is natural eternity,
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>Only peace can provide, a sense of Love; affection of cuddle.
>We need knowledge and experience to find a medal.
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>Who can won the War: why does a person dream a War?
>How long a personal existence is? Only present is our,
>We need to learn more how to live on Earth?
>Future is uncertain: A dream of heaven is only a future,
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>All Depends upon circumstances only nature can won a saddle.
>We need knowledge and experience to find a medal.
You hear so many say, “Forwards,”
a slogan of the day,
especially amongst lefties,
it’s all some of them say.
As if it’s always a good thing,
an unbreakable truth,
(Not to mention an easy sell
to young and unformed youth!)
But a fish moving forward
within an eagle’s claws…
does not matter how fast it goes,
it ends up in his jaws.
Going forward when stuck in mud
just makes the matter worse,
going forward when data’s wrong
makes your whole system hurt.
Going forward on the wrong trail
gets you all sorts of lost,
going forward when in the wrong
will just get your case tossed.
The communists pressed fast-forward
to build their worker’s state…
the killed one hundred million souls,
no utopia to date.
Nazis said they would go forward
and rebuild Germany,
we all know how that path ended,
in death and tragedy.
The War on Poverty would move
us forwards, they did claim,
but handouts just bred dependence
that to this day remains.
It seems that when they cry ‘forward’
they always stomp your rights,
and all they’re moving ‘forward’ to
is controlling your life.
Is it right to move forward for
a youth gender confused?
Forward to lies and ridicule,
and self-deletion too?
Was it ‘forwards’ to for force people
to take untried vaccines?
Youth heart problems and cancer spikes
now come upon the scene.
Was it ‘forward’ to rig the vote
so none will trust again?
Set the grounds for a civil war,
the only question, when?
So many people who cry this
lead you down a dark path,
and most don’t see what hell awaits,
most minds cannot know that.
It seems to me much better to
not try to force a change,
every time we try to do that
it multiplies the pain.
Society is a living thing,
it evolves over time,
and looking back on history
most of the time I find
the natural process of change
brings a better result,
better ideas continue on,
the flawed notions get culled.
And thought it may seem rather slow
to one man’s point of view,
it certainly slaughters less folk
than ‘forward thinkers’ do.
And it should be said bringing back
a past approach that worked
is not shameful, it just shows that
from our mistakes you’ve learned.
I wonder if one human life
comes with opportunities to go home again.
TimeLine Do-Overs.
I wish I could have taught my kids,
and my neighbors' kids,
and your kids,
that the Holy Spirit is to Christianity
as the Gaia Hypothesis is to EarthJustice and Peace,
to Bodhisattva Warriors,
to secular humanist ecologist atheists,
to Taoists,
to Buddhists,
to the Original Tribes of holonic-organic animists,
nature-spirit nondual co-arising worshipers
of each sunrise,
each life as gift,
grace,
sacrament,
wonder and awe,
not quite so much competitive,
win some but eventually lose it all
shock and awe.
The Gaia Hypothesis
plays a WinWin dominant game
as a creolizing
matriarchal-patriarchal equivalent
co-messianic political economy of co-redemption,
Works for me
as both Earth-regenerative natural process
and HolySpirit-cooperative spiritual progress.
There is indeed something childlike
inherent in this view of Gaia as Sacred WinWin Ecology,
perhaps in a Gregory Bateson sense,
shared DNA-RNA memories
of Mother's sacredly nutritious embryonic womb,
when communication about mutual health care-giving and -receiving
required no LeftBrain words not yet learned,
and yet infant production and host consumption levels
across the double-boundary of womb and embryonic new life
balanced cooperatively co-empathic
or both would perish as one Gaia Spirit.
Everything I have learned about life in the real world
other than this Virginal Gaia Spiritual experience
of matriarchal nurturing flow
to maintain bilateral primal relationships,
has fallen a bit patriarchally short of my initial anticipation,
expectations of meeting others
originally baptized in polypathic Gaia Holiness Spirit
and not really needing to remind their kids
that our shared HolySpirit is to multiculturing religions
as the Gaia Hypothesis is to polyculturing healthier outcomes.
I wonder if I had planted this message back twenty years ago
might Gaia as HolySpirit
sound less hypothetical,
and more exegetical,
today.
Understanding The Difference Between Spirit, Soul
And Body:
And have put on the new man who is renewed in
knowledge according to the image of Him who
created him, - Colossians 3:10
In continuation of our series on the differences
between the spirit, soul and body, today we shall
dwell on how to cultivate these three aspects of
human for optimal performance.
Growth is a natural process for most animate; and by
virtue of being a living, the body, spirit and soul of
human are susceptible to a growth process from a
smaller state to a higher or bigger one.
Whilst the body develops through a biological or
natural process; the same cannot be said of the other
entities making a human. The spirit and soul do not
grow or develop through a detached biological
process. On the contrary, they have to be consciously
cultivated before they can develop.
Even the human body needs more than the workings
of biology to blossom and remain fit; as it needs
constant attention to be at its best and serve its
owner optimally. The same way the spirit and soul
requires dedicated attention to develop.
For the soul, which has bearing on the mind and
thoughts, it derives its nourishment from knowledge.
The best way to develop the human soul is to expose
it to learning. The extent that one is exposed to
information is the extent his soul will be able. For the
soul, the saying, ‘information is power’ is most
apposite, as a soul derives its ability to process
information and arrives at a course of action based
on the exposure it has to knowledge on the matter at
hand or a related subject.
A soul that is not informed will be prone to make bad
decisions; while the enlightened soul will most likely
make wise choices. Information is the nourishment
of the soul. That is why our reference passage above
says that the new man within is “renewed in
knowledge.” Meanwhile, the depth of bearing of the
soul is usually determined by the level of exposure it
has to knowledge.
Not only a single Universe is existing !
Modern Science is predicting about Multiverses
Our whole solar system holds the same position
compared to a single sand particle in Satara Desert :
I am totally confused about my identity in this vast Universe
How can I tell about the world where I don't belong to !
Infinite number of worlds exist :
No idea, when or where or how to enter or exit .
Where are these worlds ! Onward - backward!
within Space - time boundary or beyond,
might be Spiritual realms in fourth dimension
above human perception !
It is simply impossible either to apprehend
or to imagine and then to put my concept
of another Universe, composing just a ' Free Verse.' !
My existence in this Earth is beyond my explanation.
I am born in this Earth through inevitable Evolution
and approaching Death on natural process.
I can't assess what's waiting in my 'After-Life ' phase !
I can neither assure about immortality of so-called 'Soul '
nor any knowledge about re -incarnation,
Yet I wish to believe in both.
Actually, no doubt that this belief to sprout
from wishful thinking of Humankind.
No human being can't think
of his or her complete extinction.
Continuous I am trying to solve this mystery
But can't get any clue :
Firstly I must be convinced about my
own existence and extinction in my known world.
Then and then I can imagine for another world
where I do not exist.
NEW YEAR 2024
Adieu to New Year’s Eve , being nostalgic.
But ready to welcome New Year ! Me , fervid frolic.
Coming Year is inviting New Challenge and thrill.
Dreamy dormant desires are to pursue and fulfil.
Exciting ideas are waiting eagerly with expectation .
Feeling fervent fervour to proceed on determination .
Gorgeous gracious missions sure to follow on.
Happy New Year! Let the evils be gone.
Igniting inciting always the eternal truth
Journey of Life , whether uneven or smooth.
Kindling my inherent strength to dazzle.
Life full of troubles is nothing but a puzzle.
Making my family to feel great and admirable.
Noble, novel thoughts to activate turning viable.
Optimistically to approach onward more or less.
Patience, passion for plans and programs to progress
Quest for new venture to start on new gear.
Rescinding old grievances to breathe fresh on New Year.
Scores of past year are my assets and potential.
To try my best this year to be exceptional.
Union of past and present gives genuine essence.
Vow of New Year is based on past experience.
Worries and miseries of the past year to resolve.
“X” the unknown of New Year’s equation to solve.
Year 2023 got old and expired on natural process
Zone of New Year 2024 now to assess and access.
The empty nest syndrome
Looking up, into the skies, clouds form
an empty nest, it becomes the norm.
I do not desire to know the empty nest syndrome!
Yet must, as my young Bird seldom comes home.
It is a natural process- an inevitable course for life,
yet it is difficult to accept, worrying, living with strife
as one observes, in horror and looks, with fear,
into the eyes of all you gave to, seeing it slowly disappear
into the groping claws of ?, losing what is Dear,
to the insanity of this insane, as he takes hold
of your beloved, young Daughters innocence, to mold
her – with empty promises – into the likeness of him,
this punk, pr~ck, as~~ole demented, who’s light is so dim,
shadow cannot be seen, life for my Beauty, is a black hole abyss
from which she may not escape – a good life she will miss –
from this place, this place she sees not nor able to rise above,
thinking she feels ?, believing his feelings are love,
this sh~t he lays on her – this sick demented f~ck
who uses, abuses, plays her, drags her into the muck
because he can, because of her naiveté, her obsession,
her insecurities, her innocent beauty, her depression.
In his life time - an innocent cute ty, never !, never !,
again to know, as never before, nor after – ever !
It is no wonder, under his thumb, he keeps my Melanie,
trapped by all – his and hers – she unable to set herself free
as he plays his mind games – threats that will not let her be
a woman, on her own – in the right hands - that I might see
come to maturity in all her beauty – not to be – to high the fee !
B. J. “A ” 2
October 2nd 2004
Human World has Natural growth,
Sun grows and contributes rays,
Heat touches to all to feel,
Sun sets and stars appears,
Moon shines and produces dream,
A tired nature enjoys sleep,
And plans for further growth.
Birds they eat,
Animal they eat,
Trees they eat,
Human they eat,
To maintain their energy,
A system is lingering on over the centuries.
Flood, earthquake, cyclones, tornadoes,
Altered the natural growth,
A question is still questioning,
Who is the architecture of the nature?
Who produced so variety of languages and colours?
One after one human claimed them a messenger,
Identification of God committed its worship,
Messengers were born in different languages and different communities,
When Monarch was fencing the barriers,
And seeded the discrimination.
And misinterpreted the deeds,
To devalued the moral virtues.
A different message of God,
In a different mind of a human,
A creative role is of human distinctions.
Fanaticism seems childish,
The bureaucracy of terrorists,
To kill innocents to proof their God’s Mercy.
Forgiveness for slavery,
And donation for poors,
To establish a theme of God,
God is one; we all are sisters and brothers,
Breed, Colour and language,
A distinctive growth is natural.
But human belief,
A worshipper of innocent killings.
Killers believe that God will reward them,
Heaven, Where they shall enjoy fairies.
Natural process grows and dies itself,
A power balanced them all,
We are the factors only.
A woman is strong.
She is loving and wise.
She endures,
She moves hearts,
She laughs and she cries.
She nurtures,
She commends,
She supports and she mends.
All for the sake of her children and friends.
A woman does all this,
And yet,
She suffers the dreaded menstruation.
In modern countries,
She can go to the store and buy things like tampons,
Tampons and pads.
Then she'll be on her way.
She'll be on with her life,
Being a mother, a worker, and a friend.
But in developing countries,
What does she get?
She must stay at home,
Struggling with the bloodstained fabrics and floors,
That look like an accident that had happened during her chores.
She must keep bringing water, to and fro,
She must push on, but even still,
She is struggling.
She can't enter the places of worship,
She is seen as dirty and unclean,
For a natural process that she can't control.
She is sent out into huts,
Small and windowless.
She is sent there with her children,
Because of the blood that shows she is fertile.
A woman is strong and powerful.
She endures hardships greater than some.
She endures sexism and racist remarks,
She endures life and corrupt society,
She endures every day with heavy anxiety.
Every woman deserves to be treated like a queen,
For her endurance,
For her compassion,
For her loving beam.
A woman is strong,
In ways that cannot be seen,
But must be heard, felt, and remembered.
My secret cries are my pains I hide, hidden from the world to see.
Hidden so intense my soul became debility of weakness.
My heart hinders to collapse and deflates.
Completely of decay, secretly lessen for the amounts of importance.
Shedding everyday by natural process, my cries are easier to hide.
Hidden behind my diluted mask of faulty smiles, I portray when you are around.
As I wear with grace, deceiving you with an illusion of happiness.
I die a little more inside.
A cast away of pain, a cavity is what I became.
Over dosing the quantity heartbreak, so overwhelmed my heartaches. Now begin causing the feeling of great sorrow, never wanting to see tomorrows.
My secret cries of agony, a thought to die is where my truth lies.
Memories are influencing misery, emotionally and physically.
What hides behind my smile is vulnerability.
My cries vocalize, overflowing with tears burns my insides.
My heart is a furnace that burns for cremating my flesh of lies.
Keeps me feeling, as thou I am no longer alive.
Always walking through the crowd with my head up high, fore these feelings no one will ever find.
My secret cries therefore shall die when I die.
Then there will be no longer any secret cries to hide.
Nevertheless, until the day I leave this earth, my cries shall stay buried alive.