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3/26/2015 8:16:20 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
I was rereading Bronte's poems, and I came across a particularly famous one, the last one which she ever wrote, and was wondering what any religious people thought of it. She seemed to have a very mature, esoteric conception of God in her final hours.

"No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heaven's glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

O God within my breast,
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life -- that in me has rest,
As I -- undying Life -- have power in Thee!

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men's hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or idle froth amid the boundless main,

To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by Thine infinity;
So surely anchored on
The stedfast rock of immortality.

With wide-embracing love
Thy spirit animates eternal years,
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.

Though earth and man were gone,
And suns and universes ceased to be,
And Thou were left alone,
Every existence would exist in Thee.

There is not room for Death,
Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou -- Thou art Being and Breath,
And what Thou art may never be destroyed."
- Emily Bronte -
"The Collectivist experiment is thoroughly suited (in appearance at least) to the Capitalist society which it proposes to replace. It works with the existing machinery of Capitalism, talks and thinks in the existing terms of Capitalism, appeals to just those appetites which Capitalism has aroused, and ridicules as fantastic and unheard-of just those things in society the memory of which Capitalism has killed among men wherever the blight of it has spread."
- Hilaire Belloc -
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3/27/2015 4:58:47 AM
Posted: 1 year ago
THE SCRIBE"S PRAYER

When from my fumbling hand the tired pen falls,
And in the twilight weary droops my head;
While to my quite heart a still voice calls,
Calls me to join my kindred of the dead;
Grant that I may" O Lord, ere rest be mine,
Write to Thy praise one radiant, ringing line

For all of worth that in this clay abides,
The leaping rapture and the ardent flame,
The hope, the high resolve, the faith that guides:
All, all is thine, and liveth in Thy Name
Lord, have I dallied with the sacred fire!
Lord, have I trailed Thy glory in the mire!

E"en as a toper from the dram shop reeling,
Sees in his garret"s blackness, dazzling fair"
All that he might have been, and heart sick kneeling,
Sobs in the passion of a vast despair
So my ideal self haunts me alway"
When the accounting comes, how shall I pay?

For in the dark I grope, nor understand;
And in my heart fight selfishness and sin:
Yet, Lord, I do not seek Thy helping hand;
Rather let me my own salvation win:
Let me through strife and penitential pain
Onward and upward to the heights attain

Yea, let me live my life, it"s meaning seek;
Bear myself fitly in the ringing fight;
Strive to be strong that I may aid the weak;
Dare to be true"O God! The light, the light!
Cometh the dark so soon. I"ve mocked Thy Word;
Yet do I know Thy love; HAVE MERCY, Lord""............The wonderful Robert Service, second only to the King of the Wise; "Omar Khayyam."

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3/27/2015 5:28:01 AM
Posted: 1 year ago
Where Are You God?

Where are you God when we need you?
Where are you God when we pray?
Where are you God in our darkness?
Where are you God in our day?

Where are you God in grief"s anguish?
Where are you God in our despair?
Where are you God in our torment?
Where are you God, are you there?

Where are you God when we"re hurting?
Where are you God in our pain?
Where are you God in our crying?
Where are you God, please explain?

RJG

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3/27/2015 5:31:06 AM
Posted: 1 year ago
Still Small Voice

The Jew and Palestinian in habitual conflict,
Divided by centuries of dispute and war,
Separate cultures fuel hostility and strife.
United only in the belief in one true God.
Yahweh, God of the Judaic Tradition,
Allah, God of the followers of Islam.
The Still Small Voice of peace,
As yet unheard, is crying in the wilderness.
The sound needs amplification
To be heard by the combatants,
In the anticipation that one day
They will clasp hands in brotherhood,
Harkening to that Still Small Voice.

RJG
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3/27/2015 5:39:23 AM
Posted: 1 year ago
THE OUTLAW

A wild and woeful race he ran
Of lust and sin by land and sea;
Until, abhorred of God and man,
They swung him from the gallows tree.
And then he climbed the Starry Stair,
And dumb and naked and alone,
With head unbowed and brazen glare,
He stood before the Judgment Throne.

The Keeper of the Record spoke:
"This man, O Lord, has mocked thy name.
The weak have wept beneath his yoke,
The strong have fled before his flame.
The blood of babes is on his sword;
His life is evil to the brim:
Look down, decree his doom, O Lord!
Lo! There is none will speak for him.

The golden trumpets blew a blast
That echoed in the crypts of Hell,
For there was judgment to be past,
And lips were hushed and silence fell.
The man was mute, he made no stir,
Erect before the Judgment seat. . .
When all at once a mongrel cur
Crept out and cowered and licked his feet.

It licked his feet with whining cry.
Come Heav"n, come Hell, what did it care?
It leapt, it tried to catch his eye;
Its Master, yea, its God was there.
Then as a thrill of wonder sped
Through throngs of shining seraphim,
The Judge of All looked down and said:
Lo! Here is one who pleads for him.

And who shall love of these the least,
And who by word or look or deed
Shall pity show to bird or beast,
By Me shall have a friend in need.
Aye, though his sin be black as night,
And though he stand "Mid men alone,
He shall be softened in my sight,
And find a pleader by My Throne.

"So let this man to glory win,
From life to life salvation glean;
By pain and sacrifice and sin,
Until he stand before Me"..clean.
For he who loves the least of these
(And here I say and here repeat)
Shall win himself an angel"s plea
For Mercy at My Judgment Seat"..The wonderful Robert Service.
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3/27/2015 9:01:09 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
THE JUNIOR GOD.

The junior god looked from his place
In the conning towers of heaven,
And he saw the world through the spin of space
Like a giant golf ball driven.
And because he was bored, as some gods are,
With high celestial mirth,
He clutched the reins of a shooting star,
And steered it down to the earth.

The junior god "neath leaf and bud,
Passed on with a merry air,
Til lo! He came to a pool of mud,
And some hogs were rolling there.
Then in he plunged with gleeful cries,
And down he lay supine;
For they had no mud in paradise,
And they likewise had no swine.

The junior god forgot himself;
He squelched mud through his toes;
With the careless joy of a wanton boy
His reckless laughter rose.
Til, tired at last, in a brook nearby,
He washed off every stain;
Then softly up to the radiant sky
He rose, a god again.

The junior god now heads the roll
In the list of heaven"s peers;
He sits in the house of High Control,
And regulates the spheres.
Yet does he wonder, do you suppose,
If even in gods divine,
The best and wisest may not be those
Who have wallowed awhile with the swine? "Robert Service
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3/27/2015 9:59:29 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
MY BOOK

Before I drink myself to death,
God, let me finish up my book!
At night, I fear, I fight for breath,
And wake up whiter than a spook;
And crawl off to a bistro near,
And drink until my brain is clear.

Rare Absinithe! Oh, it gives me strength
To write and write, and so I spend
Day after day, until at length
With joy and pain I"ll write "THE END."
Then let this carcase rot; I give
The world my book---my Book will live.

For every line will ring with truth,
There"s hope and joy on every page;
A cheer, a clarion call to Youth,
A hymn, a comforter to Age:
All"s there that I was meant to be,
My part divine, the God in me.

It"s of my life the golden sum;
Ah! Who that reads this Book of mine,
In stormy centuries to come,
Will dream I rooted with the swine?
Behold! I give mankind my best:
What does it matter, all the rest?

It"s this that makes sublime my day;
It"s this that makes me struggle on,
Oh, let them mock my mortal clay,
My spirit"s deathless as the dawn;
Oh, let them shudder as they look. . .
I"ll be immortal in my Book.

And so beside the sullen Seine
I fight with dogs for filthy food,
Yet know that from my sin and pain
Will soar serene a Something Good;
Exultantly from shame and wrong
A Right, a Glory and a Song. .................Robert Service.
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3/27/2015 10:40:05 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
But Robert never did write his masterpiece, as seen in this poem called: "MY MASTERPIECE."

It"s slim and trim and bound in blue;
Its leaves are crisp and edged with gold;
Its words are simple, stalwart too;
Its thoughts are tender, wise and bold,
Its pages scintillate with wit;
Its pathos clutches at my throat:
Oh, how I love each line of it!
The Little Book I Never Wrote.

In dreams I see it praised and prized
By all from plowman unto peer;
It"s pencil marked and memorized,
It"s loaned (and not returned I fear)"
It"s worn and torn and travel-tossed,
And even dusky native quote
That classic that the world has lost.
The Little Book I Never Wrote.

Poor ghost! For homes you"ve failed to cheer,
For grieving hearts uncomforted,
Don"t haunt me now. . . . . Alas i fear
The fire of inspiration"s dead.
A humdrum way I go tonight,
From all I hoped and dreamed remote:
Too late. . . . another man must write
That Little Book I Never Wrote.......................Robert Service.

The following poem was written by myself in response to Robert's "MASTERPIECE."

THE BOOK HE NEVER WROTE

Day after day he sat there in the park beneath the trees,
I never saw him get there, and never saw him leave;
He sat there like a statue, an object made of stone
Some times I"d look and there he was, but when I"d look again he"d gone.

He never seemed to differ, though I saw him every day
An old man worn and beaten, who in, some strange mysterious way,
Seemed to stir a distant memory, a mist like question came to mind
And I tried to give it substance, give it form in space and time.

But somehow it alluded me, was it something from my past?
Why did his presence haunt me, And hold me in its grasp?
His eyes they never wandered from the window of my room,
Like some ghostly apparition, had he risen from some tomb?

Then today while at my writing desk just staring into space,
I spied him in the shadows that man without a face:
Then a voice welled up inside me, O God! another has awoke,
For he whispered will you write it, The book I never wrote?

Poor soul oh how I weep for you, you child of old Khayyam;
But this world is far to busy and I doubt they"d understand.
They"ve never smelt the fragrance from the gardens far below,
Nor wandered on the hilltops where the sweetest blossoms blow.

Nor do they keep our custom and turn their wine glass down
To pour a small libation for those beneath the ground;
Their past is filled with darkness their future"s darker still,
And though I think it"s useless of course we"ll do your will.

We"ll write the book you never wrote and trim its edge with gold:
We"ll fill it with your tenderness your wisdom brave and bold;
Each page will scintillate with wit and clutch the readers throat,
Oh god I pray they"ll learn from it, "the book you never wrote".

Every line will ring with truth with hope and joy on every page,
A cheer a clarion call to youth, a hymn a comforter to age;
All there that you were meant to be your part divine from the God in me:
The God who dies that we might see our promised gift of eternity.

So now at last my dear friend, come sit---- and you can write "The End,"
The end to darkness thirst and pain, for you"ll never fear nor weep again;
Exultantly from shame and wrong your glory rises in our song,
And this we"ll not forget to do we"ll bind your book in brilliant blue........By Gentorev.
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3/28/2015 10:51:31 AM
Posted: 1 year ago
"I carry a torch in one hand
And a bucket of water in the other:
With these things I am going to set fire to Heaven
And put out the flames of Hell,
So that voyagers to God can rip the veils
And see the real goal"
- Rabi'a Basri -
"The Collectivist experiment is thoroughly suited (in appearance at least) to the Capitalist society which it proposes to replace. It works with the existing machinery of Capitalism, talks and thinks in the existing terms of Capitalism, appeals to just those appetites which Capitalism has aroused, and ridicules as fantastic and unheard-of just those things in society the memory of which Capitalism has killed among men wherever the blight of it has spread."
- Hilaire Belloc -
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3/28/2015 6:15:39 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
I longed to hear someone express the words I couldn"t speak
Reveal to me the mysteries of life that all men seek
So I sought the men of science, who say God's body--- has no mind
They say the universe, is evolving, but will die one day in time
So then the men of piousness, with them I sat me down
But they say God has no body, those men in flowing gowns
Then finally in silent dream, just me and "Who I Am"
We floated on life"s living stream, with a pen held in my hand
T"was then the veil began to tear, in this Temple that is me
And here, within this sanctuary, I saw the one that I will be.......By Gentorev.
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3/28/2015 10:31:10 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 3/28/2015 10:51:31 AM, Skepsikyma wrote:
"I carry a torch in one hand
And a bucket of water in the other:
With these things I am going to set fire to Heaven
And put out the flames of Hell,
So that voyagers to God can rip the veils
And see the real goal"
- Rabi'a Basri -

- No, you didn't! Damn the feels, this brings up intense memories! :'( x) x)

- Rabi'a, one of my most favourite idols, right up there with al-Hasan al-Basri, al-Bastami, al-Jilani.

- Where did you get this?
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3/28/2015 10:40:14 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 3/28/2015 10:31:10 PM, Yassine wrote:
At 3/28/2015 10:51:31 AM, Skepsikyma wrote:
"I carry a torch in one hand
And a bucket of water in the other:
With these things I am going to set fire to Heaven
And put out the flames of Hell,
So that voyagers to God can rip the veils
And see the real goal"
- Rabi'a Basri -

- No, you didn't! Damn the feels, this brings up intense memories! :'( x) x)

- Rabi'a, one of my most favourite idols, right up there with al-Hasan al-Basri, al-Bastami, al-Jilani.

- Where did you get this?

http://sufiteachings.com... She's a lovely poet =)
"The Collectivist experiment is thoroughly suited (in appearance at least) to the Capitalist society which it proposes to replace. It works with the existing machinery of Capitalism, talks and thinks in the existing terms of Capitalism, appeals to just those appetites which Capitalism has aroused, and ridicules as fantastic and unheard-of just those things in society the memory of which Capitalism has killed among men wherever the blight of it has spread."
- Hilaire Belloc -
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3/28/2015 10:47:32 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 3/28/2015 10:40:14 PM, Skepsikyma wrote:
At 3/28/2015 10:31:10 PM, Yassine wrote:
At 3/28/2015 10:51:31 AM, Skepsikyma wrote:
"I carry a torch in one hand
And a bucket of water in the other:
With these things I am going to set fire to Heaven
And put out the flames of Hell,
So that voyagers to God can rip the veils
And see the real goal"
- Rabi'a Basri -

- No, you didn't! Damn the feels, this brings up intense memories! :'( x) x)

- Rabi'a, one of my most favourite idols, right up there with al-Hasan al-Basri, al-Bastami, al-Jilani.

- Where did you get this?

http://sufiteachings.com... She's a lovely poet =)

- You should listen to it in Arabic, it melts the mind & soul altogether. Her best poem is 'Araft al-Hawa, it's outta this world!

- She was a Saint, one of the greatest.
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3/28/2015 10:54:21 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 3/28/2015 10:31:10 PM, Yassine wrote:
At 3/28/2015 10:51:31 AM, Skepsikyma wrote:
"I carry a torch in one hand
And a bucket of water in the other:
With these things I am going to set fire to Heaven
And put out the flames of Hell,
So that voyagers to God can rip the veils
And see the real goal"
- Rabi'a Basri -

- No, you didn't! Damn the feels, this brings up intense memories! :'( x) x)

- Rabi'a, one of my most favourite idols, right up there with al-Hasan al-Basri, al-Bastami, al-Jilani.

- Where did you get this?

I will leave it to Skepsikymi to respond to your post. But may I add here that My favourite is Omar Khayyam, the King of the wise, "Tent Maker". Astrologer and alchemist in search of the philosophers stone, the concealed stone of seven colours, the mystic seed of transcendental life, which should invade, tinge and wholly transmute the imperfect self into spiritual gold, to whom I wrote this poem.

When we were young I merged with thee the blood of youth still flowing free
The bread, the wine, the poetry, beneath the old forbidden tree
How sweet the fruit that we have shared, across the gulf of time we dared
To stand before each other bared and free of guilt embraced and paired.
Our love beyond earth"s great desire, a love that burns more fierce than fire
I lay me down on broken briar, your son upon the funeral pyre.
Like rings of onions you have peeled the mysteries that the atom sealed
God"s heavenly tablets once concealed, to me, though you, the Lord revealed
May He in me with love"s desires, wash your body ere it dies
With fragrance sweet that ne"er expires"to snare the righteous passer-byes
The spark of life leaps ever higher, spiralling up from fire to fire
To He, with who we did conspire, to grasp this scheme of things entire
The crystal there beside your seat, the written formula incomplete
My brothers now lay at your feet their offerings that you might eat
Awake my Lord, for now"s the time to offer to the world your wine
Reveal on every written line, your secrets, through these words of mine
May you, when for your morning sup of heavenly vintage, from the soil look up
Through wine that drips down drop by drop"know He"who holds the inverted cup".........By Gentorev.
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3/28/2015 11:02:05 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
T. S. Eliot on Hell:

Numb the hand, and dry the eyelid
Still the horror... but more horror than when tearing in the belly.
Still the horror... but more horror than when twisting in the fingers,
Than when splitting in the skull.
More than footfall in the passage,
More than shadow in the doorway,
More than fury in the hall.
The agents of hell disappear;
The human, they shrink and dissolve into dust on the wind.
Forgotten, unmemorable.
Only is here the white, flat face of Death, God's silent servant.
And behind the face of Death, the Judgement.
And behind the Judgement, the Void, more horrid than active shapes of Hell.
Emptiness.
Absence.
Separation from God.
The horror of the effortless journey to the empty land,
Which is no land, only emptiness, absence,
The Void.
Where those who were men can no longer turn the mind to distraction, delusion, escape into dreams, pretend.
Where the soul is no longer deceived, for there are no objects, no tones, no colors, no forms,
To distract, to divert the soul from seeing itself, foully united, forever.
Nothing with nothing
Not what we call death, but what, beyond death, is not death.
We fear, we fear.
- Murder in the Cathedral -
"The Collectivist experiment is thoroughly suited (in appearance at least) to the Capitalist society which it proposes to replace. It works with the existing machinery of Capitalism, talks and thinks in the existing terms of Capitalism, appeals to just those appetites which Capitalism has aroused, and ridicules as fantastic and unheard-of just those things in society the memory of which Capitalism has killed among men wherever the blight of it has spread."
- Hilaire Belloc -
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3/28/2015 11:04:49 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 3/28/2015 10:47:32 PM, Yassine wrote:
At 3/28/2015 10:40:14 PM, Skepsikyma wrote:
At 3/28/2015 10:31:10 PM, Yassine wrote:
At 3/28/2015 10:51:31 AM, Skepsikyma wrote:
"I carry a torch in one hand
And a bucket of water in the other:
With these things I am going to set fire to Heaven
And put out the flames of Hell,
So that voyagers to God can rip the veils
And see the real goal"
- Rabi'a Basri -

- No, you didn't! Damn the feels, this brings up intense memories! :'( x) x)

- Rabi'a, one of my most favourite idols, right up there with al-Hasan al-Basri, al-Bastami, al-Jilani.

- Where did you get this?

http://sufiteachings.com... She's a lovely poet =)

- You should listen to it in Arabic, it melts the mind & soul altogether. Her best poem is 'Araft al-Hawa, it's outta this world!

- She was a Saint, one of the greatest.

Do you have a link?
"The Collectivist experiment is thoroughly suited (in appearance at least) to the Capitalist society which it proposes to replace. It works with the existing machinery of Capitalism, talks and thinks in the existing terms of Capitalism, appeals to just those appetites which Capitalism has aroused, and ridicules as fantastic and unheard-of just those things in society the memory of which Capitalism has killed among men wherever the blight of it has spread."
- Hilaire Belloc -
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3/28/2015 11:30:54 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 3/28/2015 11:04:49 PM, Skepsikyma wrote:
At 3/28/2015 10:47:32 PM, Yassine wrote:
At 3/28/2015 10:40:14 PM, Skepsikyma wrote:
At 3/28/2015 10:31:10 PM, Yassine wrote:
At 3/28/2015 10:51:31 AM, Skepsikyma wrote:
"I carry a torch in one hand
And a bucket of water in the other:
With these things I am going to set fire to Heaven
And put out the flames of Hell,
So that voyagers to God can rip the veils
And see the real goal"
- Rabi'a Basri -

- No, you didn't! Damn the feels, this brings up intense memories! :'( x) x)

- Rabi'a, one of my most favourite idols, right up there with al-Hasan al-Basri, al-Bastami, al-Jilani.

- Where did you get this?

http://sufiteachings.com... She's a lovely poet =)

- You should listen to it in Arabic, it melts the mind & soul altogether. Her best poem is 'Araft al-Hawa, it's outta this world!

- She was a Saint, one of the greatest.

Do you have a link?

http://ar.wikipedia.org...

- The introduction of the Poem. (it's in Arabic though).
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3/28/2015 11:33:06 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 3/28/2015 11:30:54 PM, Yassine wrote:
At 3/28/2015 11:04:49 PM, Skepsikyma wrote:
At 3/28/2015 10:47:32 PM, Yassine wrote:
At 3/28/2015 10:40:14 PM, Skepsikyma wrote:
At 3/28/2015 10:31:10 PM, Yassine wrote:
At 3/28/2015 10:51:31 AM, Skepsikyma wrote:
"I carry a torch in one hand
And a bucket of water in the other:
With these things I am going to set fire to Heaven
And put out the flames of Hell,
So that voyagers to God can rip the veils
And see the real goal"
- Rabi'a Basri -

- No, you didn't! Damn the feels, this brings up intense memories! :'( x) x)

- Rabi'a, one of my most favourite idols, right up there with al-Hasan al-Basri, al-Bastami, al-Jilani.

- Where did you get this?

http://sufiteachings.com... She's a lovely poet =)

- You should listen to it in Arabic, it melts the mind & soul altogether. Her best poem is 'Araft al-Hawa, it's outta this world!

- She was a Saint, one of the greatest.

Do you have a link?

http://ar.wikipedia.org...

- The introduction of the Poem. (it's in Arabic though).

Haha, I meant a recital. That's just squiggles to me =(

Though Arabic is, in my opinion, one of the most beautiful looking languages. It reminds me of Elvish.
"The Collectivist experiment is thoroughly suited (in appearance at least) to the Capitalist society which it proposes to replace. It works with the existing machinery of Capitalism, talks and thinks in the existing terms of Capitalism, appeals to just those appetites which Capitalism has aroused, and ridicules as fantastic and unheard-of just those things in society the memory of which Capitalism has killed among men wherever the blight of it has spread."
- Hilaire Belloc -
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3/28/2015 11:48:26 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 3/28/2015 11:33:06 PM, Skepsikyma wrote:
Haha, I meant a recital. That's just squiggles to me =(

Though Arabic is, in my opinion, one of the most beautiful looking languages. It reminds me of Elvish.

- I found few versions, I picked these two, check which you prefer:

https://www.youtube.com...

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3/28/2015 11:50:03 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 3/28/2015 11:33:06 PM, Skepsikyma wrote:
Haha, I meant a recital. That's just squiggles to me =(

Though Arabic is, in my opinion, one of the most beautiful looking languages. It reminds me of Elvish.

- Here is another one:

https://www.youtube.com...

=> This was actually sung by a Egyptian singer.
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3/28/2015 11:59:43 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 3/28/2015 11:33:06 PM, Skepsikyma wrote:
Though Arabic is, in my opinion, one of the most beautiful looking languages. It reminds me of Elvish.

- Good to hear such appreciation. =)

- I am actually a Calligrapher in Arabic. Here check some of my work:

http://s16.postimg.org...

http://s16.postimg.org...
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3/29/2015 12:22:17 AM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 3/28/2015 10:54:21 PM, Gentorev wrote:
I will leave it to Skepsikymi to respond to your post. But may I add here that My favourite is Omar Khayyam, the King of the wise, "Tent Maker".

- Surely Omar al-Khayyam is one of the greats, but I wouldn't put him next to Ibn 'Arabi or Rumi or al-Bastami & those very special people, there is an order to things ;) & each his own value. Still, he is undoubtedly one the best poets of Islamic History, & I would guess muslims in general share my sentiment.

- I think what made Omar al-Khayyam appealing is the fact that he was actually translated (often mistranslated as I came to realise), as opposed to the others (with the exception of Rumi).

Astrologer and alchemist in search of the philosophers stone, the concealed stone of seven colours, the mystic seed of transcendental life, which should invade, tinge and wholly transmute the imperfect self into spiritual gold, to whom I wrote this poem.

When we were young I merged with thee the blood of youth still flowing free
The bread, the wine, the poetry, beneath the old forbidden tree
How sweet the fruit that we have shared, across the gulf of time we dared
To stand before each other bared and free of guilt embraced and paired.
Our love beyond earth"s great desire, a love that burns more fierce than fire
I lay me down on broken briar, your son upon the funeral pyre.
Like rings of onions you have peeled the mysteries that the atom sealed
God"s heavenly tablets once concealed, to me, though you, the Lord revealed
May He in me with love"s desires, wash your body ere it dies
With fragrance sweet that ne"er expires"to snare the righteous passer-byes
The spark of life leaps ever higher, spiralling up from fire to fire
To He, with who we did conspire, to grasp this scheme of things entire
The crystal there beside your seat, the written formula incomplete
My brothers now lay at your feet their offerings that you might eat
Awake my Lord, for now"s the time to offer to the world your wine
Reveal on every written line, your secrets, through these words of mine
May you, when for your morning sup of heavenly vintage, from the soil look up
Through wine that drips down drop by drop"know He"who holds the inverted cup".........By Gentorev.

- For real, damn! That really you?

- Are you muslim?
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3/30/2015 10:20:42 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
With the particle accelerator in Switzerland, do we now have the technology to open the door to the inner dimension?

Of all the poets throughout all time, Robert Service to who I bow the knee, placed Omar Khayyam above all others. Omar with his wine and rose and nightingale, voiced Roberts own pet philosophy of wine and song.

Myself, when young, before being introduced to the word of Robert Service, experienced the most exhilarating sensation on first reading the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. It was as though there was an awakening within me, a whirling Dervish dancing within, as I read.

Ah! With the grape my fading life provide__
And wash my body whence the life has died
And lay me, shrouded in the living leaf
By some not unfrequented garden-side
That ev"n my buried ashes such a snare
Of vintage shall fling up into the air
As not a true believer passing by
But shall be overtaken unaware""Omar Khayyam.

Through swirling waters deep and fast, toward the birth of day,
Through fleeting shadows of the past my spirit fled away
Ever inward I was borne upon the streams of time
Receding back toward the dawn, in the hope somewhere I"d find
Somewhere in my distant past my old friend's hallowed grave
And there I stopped and sat at last, beneath the perfumed shade
Where we talked of this and talked of that and shared our time spanned love
And I drank with him the living wine, "neath the waning moon above.
There we listened to the nightingale as she sang her age old song
Of summers bright and winters pale, of Sultans long since gone.
And we watered with our tears of love, the blossoms o"er his grave
Then onward through the mists above, rose another who was saved.
One more has been awoken, one more now lives again
One more has joined the gathering; one more came through the flame,
One more now joins our singing as we hurtle back through time
To introduce "Who We Will Be," to he from who we came.
Now death, where is your victory, now death, where is your sting,
Rejoice you sons of glory, to "Who You Were," and "Will be," sing"..By Gentorev.

Who would dare to descend to the garden of Omar and bring him up?

In the introduction to Fitzgerald"s translation of Omar"s work. It is written that Omar Khayyam died in the year of 1123 AD, and yet in the Glossary of the self-same book, it is said that he died in 1132 AD. According to the Encyclopaedia Britannica, there is some debate as to whether he died in the year 1123, or 1132. It seems strange that the controversy should be between these two date, because from, (The Perfect Way, P. 247) we read, "As the number of the lunar months, "thirteen," is the number of the woman and denotes the soul and her reflection of God---The solar number "Twelve," being that of the spirit.

The two numbers in combination form the perfect year of that duel humanity, which above, is made in the image of God"the true "Christian Year," wherein the two"the inner and outer, Spirit and Matter"are as one. Thirteen then represents that full union of man with God wherein Christ becomes Christ.

Thirteen, represents the physical person, who reflects perfectly the spiritual being within, (The Father and the Son are one) and is represented as the solar number 12 in combination within the thirteen, as shown here, (1123).

But the true "Christian year" should be where the physical being is translated to a spiritual being, which would be represented by the number combination (1132), the physical number 13, within the spiritual number 12, the old tabernacle, (The body of Man) stored within the inner most sanctuary of the new and glorious Temple of light. A good translation, loses none of the essence of the original from which it is translated.

So, when did the Great King of the Wise, Omar Khayyam die?

Omar was, among other professions, an Alchemist. The search for the Philosopher"s stone was driven, not by the desire to gain great wealth by turning base metals into gold, but the desire to gain eternal life.

E, Underhill, mysteries. P. 170, The stone swallowed by Cronus/Time, is none other than the "Philosopher"s Stone," the concealed stone of "Many Colours," (Golden Theatise) "The Mystic Seed" of transcendental life, which should invade, tinge, and wholly transmute the imperfect self into spiritual gold."

The stone will be a crystal of the same shape as the molecule from which it is formed, Zechariah 3: the prophet speaks of his vision of the high priest Joshua, who is stripped of his old filthy garment (Physical body) and given a new clean turban etc, and a Stone/crystal with seven facets is placed before Joshua with his new clean outer garment.

Is it possible do you suppose, to form a molecule from atoms of matter and atoms of anti-matter, which can be held in equilibrium, a state in which they cannot annihilate each other? And would such a body be able to pass in and out of both dimensions?

Does evolution cease with the creation of the three dimensional body of mankind?

Can the doorway between the two dimensions be opened?
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3/31/2015 3:21:25 AM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 3/30/2015 10:20:42 PM, Gentorev wrote:
With the particle accelerator in Switzerland, do we now have the technology to open the door to the inner dimension?

Of all the poets throughout all time, Robert Service to who I bow the knee, placed Omar Khayyam above all others. Omar with his wine and rose and nightingale, voiced Roberts own pet philosophy of wine and song.

Myself, when young, before being introduced to the word of Robert Service, experienced the most exhilarating sensation on first reading the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. It was as though there was an awakening within me, a whirling Dervish dancing within, as I read.

Ah! With the grape my fading life provide__
And wash my body whence the life has died
And lay me, shrouded in the living leaf
By some not unfrequented garden-side
That ev"n my buried ashes such a snare
Of vintage shall fling up into the air
As not a true believer passing by
But shall be overtaken unaware""Omar Khayyam.

Through swirling waters deep and fast, toward the birth of day,
Through fleeting shadows of the past my spirit fled away
Ever inward I was borne upon the streams of time
Receding back toward the dawn, in the hope somewhere I"d find
Somewhere in my distant past my old friend's hallowed grave
And there I stopped and sat at last, beneath the perfumed shade
Where we talked of this and talked of that and shared our time spanned love
And I drank with him the living wine, "neath the waning moon above.
There we listened to the nightingale as she sang her age old song
Of summers bright and winters pale, of Sultans long since gone.
And we watered with our tears of love, the blossoms o"er his grave
Then onward through the mists above, rose another who was saved.
One more has been awoken, one more now lives again
One more has joined the gathering; one more came through the flame,
One more now joins our singing as we hurtle back through time
To introduce "Who We Will Be," to he from who we came.
Now death, where is your victory, now death, where is your sting,
Rejoice you sons of glory, to "Who You Were," and "Will be," sing"..By Gentorev.

Who would dare to descend to the garden of Omar and bring him up?

In the introduction to Fitzgerald"s translation of Omar"s work. It is written that Omar Khayyam died in the year of 1123 AD, and yet in the Glossary of the self-same book, it is said that he died in 1132 AD. According to the Encyclopaedia Britannica, there is some debate as to whether he died in the year 1123, or 1132. It seems strange that the controversy should be between these two date, because from, (The Perfect Way, P. 247) we read, "As the number of the lunar months, "thirteen," is the number of the woman and denotes the soul and her reflection of God---The solar number "Twelve," being that of the spirit.

The two numbers in combination form the perfect year of that duel humanity, which above, is made in the image of God"the true "Christian Year," wherein the two"the inner and outer, Spirit and Matter"are as one. Thirteen then represents that full union of man with God wherein Christ becomes Christ.

Thirteen, represents the physical person, who reflects perfectly the spiritual being within, (The Father and the Son are one) and is represented as the solar number 12 in combination within the thirteen, as shown here, (1123).

But the true "Christian year" should be where the physical being is translated to a spiritual being, which would be represented by the number combination (1132), the physical number 13, within the spiritual number 12, the old tabernacle, (The body of Man) stored within the inner most sanctuary of the new and glorious Temple of light. A good translation, loses none of the essence of the original from which it is translated.

So, when did the Great King of the Wise, Omar Khayyam die?

Omar was, among other professions, an Alchemist. The search for the Philosopher"s stone was driven, not by the desire to gain great wealth by turning base metals into gold, but the desire to gain eternal life.

E, Underhill, mysteries. P. 170, The stone swallowed by Cronus/Time, is none other than the "Philosopher"s Stone," the concealed stone of "Many Colours," (Golden Theatise) "The Mystic Seed" of transcendental life, which should invade, tinge, and wholly transmute the imperfect self into spiritual gold."

The stone will be a crystal of the same shape as the molecule from which it is formed, Zechariah 3: the prophet speaks of his vision of the high priest Joshua, who is stripped of his old filthy garment (Physical body) and given a new clean turban etc, and a Stone/crystal with seven facets is placed before Joshua with his new clean outer garment.

Is it possible do you suppose, to form a molecule from atoms of matter and atoms of anti-matter, which can be held in equilibrium, a state in which they cannot annihilate each other? And would such a body be able to pass in and out of both dimensions?

Does evolution cease with the creation of the three dimensional body of mankind?

Can the doorway between the two dimensions be opened?

- What did I just read? So you are not muslim, huh!
- You're aware Omar al-Khayyam is a sufi muslim right?
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4/2/2015 10:51:13 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 3/28/2015 11:59:43 PM, Yassine wrote:
At 3/28/2015 11:33:06 PM, Skepsikyma wrote:
Though Arabic is, in my opinion, one of the most beautiful looking languages. It reminds me of Elvish.

- Good to hear such appreciation. =)

- I am actually a Calligrapher in Arabic. Here check some of my work:

http://s16.postimg.org...

http://s16.postimg.org...

What's the round one? It looks very familiar.
"The Collectivist experiment is thoroughly suited (in appearance at least) to the Capitalist society which it proposes to replace. It works with the existing machinery of Capitalism, talks and thinks in the existing terms of Capitalism, appeals to just those appetites which Capitalism has aroused, and ridicules as fantastic and unheard-of just those things in society the memory of which Capitalism has killed among men wherever the blight of it has spread."
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4/2/2015 10:54:20 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
A Psalm of Life
What the heart of the young man said to the psalmist
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ! --
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife !

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act, -- act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o'erhead !

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait."
"The Collectivist experiment is thoroughly suited (in appearance at least) to the Capitalist society which it proposes to replace. It works with the existing machinery of Capitalism, talks and thinks in the existing terms of Capitalism, appeals to just those appetites which Capitalism has aroused, and ridicules as fantastic and unheard-of just those things in society the memory of which Capitalism has killed among men wherever the blight of it has spread."
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4/2/2015 10:57:32 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 4/2/2015 10:51:13 PM, Skepsikyma wrote:
At 3/28/2015 11:59:43 PM, Yassine wrote:
At 3/28/2015 11:33:06 PM, Skepsikyma wrote:
Though Arabic is, in my opinion, one of the most beautiful looking languages. It reminds me of Elvish.

- Good to hear such appreciation. =)

- I am actually a Calligrapher in Arabic. Here check some of my work:

http://s16.postimg.org...

http://s16.postimg.org...

What's the round one? It looks very familiar.

- Yeah probably, it's a common outline in Arabic calligraphy. It's a verse from the Qur'an: "And We have not sent you, [O Muhammad], except as a mercy to the worlds."
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4/2/2015 11:02:30 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 4/2/2015 10:57:32 PM, Yassine wrote:
At 4/2/2015 10:51:13 PM, Skepsikyma wrote:
At 3/28/2015 11:59:43 PM, Yassine wrote:
At 3/28/2015 11:33:06 PM, Skepsikyma wrote:
Though Arabic is, in my opinion, one of the most beautiful looking languages. It reminds me of Elvish.

- Good to hear such appreciation. =)

- I am actually a Calligrapher in Arabic. Here check some of my work:

http://s16.postimg.org...

http://s16.postimg.org...

What's the round one? It looks very familiar.

- Yeah probably, it's a common outline in Arabic calligraphy. It's a verse from the Qur'an: "And We have not sent you, [O Muhammad], except as a mercy to the worlds."

Pretty. It reminds me of those big disks that hang in the Hagia Sophia, which I think are soooooo beautiful.
"The Collectivist experiment is thoroughly suited (in appearance at least) to the Capitalist society which it proposes to replace. It works with the existing machinery of Capitalism, talks and thinks in the existing terms of Capitalism, appeals to just those appetites which Capitalism has aroused, and ridicules as fantastic and unheard-of just those things in society the memory of which Capitalism has killed among men wherever the blight of it has spread."
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4/2/2015 11:11:27 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 4/2/2015 11:02:30 PM, Skepsikyma wrote:
At 4/2/2015 10:57:32 PM, Yassine wrote:
At 4/2/2015 10:51:13 PM, Skepsikyma wrote:
At 3/28/2015 11:59:43 PM, Yassine wrote:
At 3/28/2015 11:33:06 PM, Skepsikyma wrote:
Though Arabic is, in my opinion, one of the most beautiful looking languages. It reminds me of Elvish.

- Good to hear such appreciation. =)

- I am actually a Calligrapher in Arabic. Here check some of my work:

http://s16.postimg.org...

http://s16.postimg.org...

What's the round one? It looks very familiar.

- Yeah probably, it's a common outline in Arabic calligraphy. It's a verse from the Qur'an: "And We have not sent you, [O Muhammad], except as a mercy to the worlds."

Pretty. It reminds me of those big disks that hang in the Hagia Sophia, which I think are soooooo beautiful.

- Oh Yeaaaahhhh, been there, mesmerising. ^_^
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4/2/2015 11:29:05 PM
Posted: 1 year ago
At 4/2/2015 11:02:30 PM, Skepsikyma wrote:
Pretty. It reminds me of those big disks that hang in the Hagia Sophia, which I think are soooooo beautiful.

- So, how are your history lessons going?
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