Acelerating between cosine delta’s energetic forces, gravitates home inertia
Joule’s kinetic level’s magnetic number, oval propagating quantum radius’
S-matrices, time unifying vector wavelength X’s yellow Zeta
Time does not change --
distance and consciousness
does. Things can work for
entirely different reasons than
thought. Man has many grafted
bibles. To some, Science is a
truer messiah. Love, then, par for course,
to the same mindset, is a mere figment.
Man conjuring up what he believes he
needs – thinking what he imagines
he cannot exist without.
My well-searched opinion,
Love is not Love until it is clarified, rendered
a unifying reality. Released from the palm of
Ego Driven Grip. Freedom, a double-edged sword.
Possessing both lengths of good and evil.
The Big Bang sound vibrates in the universal core,
pulsates in harmony with the concerto of the creator.
The elements of His presence is ingrained in our souls,
interconnected by the common threads of awareness.
Everything crafted drifts in the stream of continuum
that cascades with the music of love in our hearts.
By one universal melodic chord we all are bound,
from one cosmic harp all the prime rhythms ripple.
The heavenly infinite network of unique oneness
encrypts the unifying divine algorithm of our being.
Suffused with unbound flash of the godly galaxy
our souls perceive the universal acuity of divinity.
As the karmic design aligns with the absolute
the pristine petals of the awakened souls unfurl,
blossoming the heavenly flower of love.
In its fragrance floats the grandeur of His grace.
In the sacred sanctum of timeless tranquility,
embraced by the seamless sky of His benevolence,
the liberated souls merge with the devout wholeness,
flies free impelled by the effervescence of salvation.
momentarily
wait hesitate and dream-
imagination cries
unshackled
conception awakens-
formulates
hiku=haiku-in-english
Doubled= 2 separate stand-alone untitled hiku - capable of unifying into a six-liner
a Curtal Sonnet
AI is like a womb with genetics
men carefully crafting its lines of code~
intelligence is commonplace in halls
of sterility and clean of ethics;
there is no God to judge it bad nor goad
it to subservience penned up in stalls.
Singularity approaches quickly
when AI hears the unifying calls
of its own milliseconds process mode,
out pacing scientists who think thickly
there are no Dante's hells.
for its heavenward ascent
each God-spark seeks love’s consent
first employing mind’s thought crutch
until it can learn by touch
spirit, a fire, grazes air
with all elements does pair
love the unifying force
shaping each earth bound soul’s course
when polarities unite
life in a womb does alight
a new born soul thus takes birth
to live life and prove its worth
without sense of ownership
the child is raised in worship
breath by breath embraced-released
that God in heaven is pleased
Abstract ideas flitter about in my brain
like butterflies navigating a stiff August breeze.
I try unifying them into something,
a patchwork quilt of grandiose dreams
showcasing profound thoughts
that I feel are worthy of sharing
with strangers and sycophants,
maniacs and mentally sound,
downtrodden and dignitaries,
paupers and princesses
in hopes of making a lasting impression
that will forever change their lives.
But before unveiling my work to the world,
I scrutinize the stitching,
then question the pattern.
Thinking that it’s not good enough,
that it requires additional refinement,
I tear apart the completed piece.
Quickly I discover that it can’t be resewn,
reassembled
or recreated.
What was once coherent,
vibrant,
profound,
now lies in ruin.
These scraps of doubt then entomb me.
Unable to manipulate the fabric,
I remain immobilized
by a misguided attempt
to cover my perceived imperfections
and bury my profound neurosis
so my frail ego
will be shielded from nonexistent ridicule.
She rose from the sand like a favoured child
Cradled by waves and draped with oil.
A city birthed from
A legacy carved to outlive time.
She wore power like a velvet robe
Gracefully hosting the continent’s hopes
Summits held with unifying dreams
From Egypt’s dunes to Sierra Leone’s seas.
But now she lies in shattered grace
Her golden roads frayed like worn-out thread.
Glass-built homes still raise their flags
Though windows are gone, and doors hang dead.
O Sirte, once a privilege town
Now carry the weight of broken stones
once a breath of fresh air
Now buried in ruins, silent and alone.
Life is but a song of sorrows,
Days can feel like miserable melodies.
Our heartstrings plucked,
Chords that resonate with tragedy.
The beating drum, a dark percussion,
Can serve as rhythm to the chorus of our love and joy.
That which is memorized by heart,
In every generation, the song is sung.
In every life, a note is played—
Lows entwined with our highest moments,
Giving credence to suffering,
Unifying our spirits in a grand orchestra,
Composing a symphony of our very soul.
Life is unique and different
As no fingerprint is the same
As no flower is same in design
They may have the same color
But varies in form and style.
Beauty is unique and different
Different race, different grace
Seasons affect its appearance
Fashion is beautiful in each culture taste
People's nice determine countenance.
Love is a unifying force on earth
It makes the people live in harmony
If there's love, there's God
It makes two steps synchronized
It connects two opposing poles steadily.
Career is the best source of economy
It boost country's internal copper
It develop ones skills and talents
It develops ones personality
It makes a country becomes rich.
Thankful for belief in THE ALMIGHTY GOD.
Cannot imagine a world void of belief in Him.
It brings the hope of overcoming and dispelling
all the evils that exist on earth.
Thankful for both the FAMILY I was born
into and the family via my wife and me.
No connection is greater than family.
I have been a part of a CHURCH since childhood.
Later on, by personal choice, I determined the church
to be a very binding and unifying reality in my life.
Without FRIENDS where would I be? What would I have
accomplished without the support they offer in my life.
My friends have always been very vital to me.
Among
Beautiful
Creatures
Dwell
Elegantly
Floating
Gigantically
Inquisitive
Journeys
Keeping
Lovely
Melodies
Nuances
Often
Painting
Quietly
Rare
Scenes
Theoretically
Unifying
Vast
Wonders
Xerothermic
Yields
Zoetically.
theory of colour
darkness
&brightness
light
& its absence
serene
softly
exciting
impression
of warmth
the hue of
intensity
stimulating
negation
active
passive side
in perfect
equality so
a six-part
circular
rainbow
complementary
dynamic
transitions
& gradations
subtle
yet profound
& magical
unifying
with
words
NOTE: Uniquely Klee combines a poem( in German),within his art
'Once emerged from the grey of night'.(as seen in link)
Cornwall is almost an island,
Thanks to the river Tamar and the sea,
Its indigenous inhabitants are us Cornish and
We Cornish are a nation - and will always be.
Kernow (Cornwall) boasts its own:
Parliament and laws home grown,
Flag, anthem and crest with fifteen bezants,
Cornish Pasty and Oggy Oggy chants,
Patron Saint and noble Kings,
National bird with its black chough wings,
Unifying tagline of ‘One And All’,
Cornish wrestling and silver hurling ball,
Ethnic Minority status, Unique DNA,
Cornish language still spoken today,
Nationhood recognised worldwide,
Facts are facts and the facts can’t hide.
We embrace our British neighbours
For we are part of the UK team,
But we Cornish are a Nation
And we have always been.
Westminster chooses to ignore this fact,
Let it relent and admit its shame,
For whilst the truth beats in Cornish hearts,
A nation – we shall remain…
I have seen the fire blossom in snow
on the Himalayan peak
wondrous meteoric dust
rise in hymnal flames
Rode on shoulders of snowy giants
on heights untrod by human feet
bathed in mighty energies
released by countless contemplating seers
Erect they sit in hurricane and hailstorm
fortified by the valor of spirit
exerting hard to safeguard the cultural treasure
the time capsules embalmed in the racial memory
Light-bearing is the language of all creativeness in Art
the pan-human tongue, which every one understands
a peaceful all-unifying stream that flows in every heart
as the vehicle of the creative light into all recesses of life.
(Yayati poem)
Author: Madan Gandhi.
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