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#7961 From: wdestiny44@...
Date: Thu Oct 7, 2010 4:07 pm
Subject: Two Panhala Poems - Rumi and Alison Hawthorne Deming
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Huddled Beneath the Sky
 
The sadness I have caused any face
by letting a stray word
strike it,
 
any pain 
I have caused you,
what can I do to make us even?
Demand a hundred fold of me - I'll pay it.
 
During the day I hold my feet accountable
to watch out for wondrous insects and their friends.
 
Why would I want to bring horror
into their extraordinary
world?
 
Magnetic fields draw us to Light; they move our limbs and thoughts.
But it is still dark; if our hearts do not hold a lantern,
we will stumble over each other,
 
huddled beneath the sky
as we are.
 
~ Rumi ~
 
(Love Poems from God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West by Daniel Ladinsky)
 
 
Web archive of Panhala postings: www.panhala.net/Archive/Index.html



The Enigma We Answer by Living
 
Einstein didn't speak as a child
waiting till a sentence formed and
emerged full-blown from his head.
 
I do the thing, he later wrote, which
nature drives me to do. Does a fish
know the water in which he swims?
 
This came up in conversation
with a man I met by chance,
friend of a friend of a friend,
 
who passed through town carrying
three specimen boxes of insects
he'd collected in the Grand Canyon—
 
one for mosquitoes, one for honeybees,
one for butterflies and skippers,
each lined up in a row, pinned and labeled,
 
tiny morphologic differences
revealing how adaptation
happened over time. The deeper down
 
he hiked, the older the rock
and the younger
the strategy for living in that place.
 
And in my dining room the universe
found its way into this man
bent on cataloguing each innovation,
 
though he knows it will all disappear—
the labels, the skippers, the canyon.
We agreed then, the old friends and the new,
 
that it's wrong to think people are a thing apart
from the whole, as if we'd sprung
from an idea out in space, rather than emerging
 
from the sequenced larval mess of creation
that binds us with the others,
all playing the endgame of a beautiful planet
 
that's made us want to name
each thing and try to tell 
its story against the vanishing.
 
Alison Hawthorne Deming ~
 
(Genius Loci)
 
 


#7962 From: wdestiny44@...
Date: Fri Oct 8, 2010 9:04 pm
Subject: Poetry Through Music - Greg Tamblyn
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(3) Awesome Greg Tamblyn Songs

The Grand Design

I Wish (Be Grateful For What You Have)

The Theory of God (G-String Theory)

Greg Tamblyn's Website

Enjoy,
Sharon 444


#7963 From: wdestiny44@...
Date: Fri Oct 8, 2010 9:05 pm
Subject: Poetry Through Music - Remembering John Lennon's 70th Birthday
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Happy 70th Birthday John Lennon
October 9, 2010

Rembering John Lennon (To the Song 'Woman')

Strawberry Fields in Central Park, NYC

Imagine Peace

Songs:

Instant Karma

Working Class Hero

Imagine

Give Peace a Chance

John Lennon Quotes:

My role in society, or any artist's or poet's role, is to try and express what we all feel. Not 
to tell people how to feel. Not as a preacher, not as a leader, but as a reflection of us all. 
John Lennon

When you're drowning, you don't say 'I would be incredibly pleased if someone would have 
the foresight to notice me drowning and come and help me,' you just scream. ~ John Lennon  


Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives. I think we're being run by maniacs 
for maniacal ends and I think I'm liable to be put away as insane for expressing that. That's 
what's insane about it. ~ John Lennon 

If someone thinks that love and peace is a cliche that must have been left behind in the Sixties, 
that's his problem. Love and peace are eternal. ~ John Lennon

We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave 
it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. 
You've got to really look after it and nurture it. ~ John Lennon  

Imagine all the people living life in peace. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only 
one. I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will be as one.  ~ John Lennon

Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans. ~ John Lennon

Submitted in the spirit of peace and love for all life,
Sharon 444
*Sharon Pacione*
October 9, 2010



#7964 From: "Steve Toth" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Mon Oct 11, 2010 11:58 pm
Subject: Something Unthinkable
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SOMETHING UNTHINKABLE

Some people think
      it's easy to decide
      what species should live
& which should die but then
      they find something unthinkable
in a cockroach's nerves & brain
      that kills the most resistant germ
      & they aren't quite as sure

Oil bleeding on our screens
      in the Gulf of Mexico
      ought to wake a slight impression
Toxic sludge flooding the Danube River
      might stir something in our natures
Locally young elephant seal bodies
      are washing up on Pebble Beach
      & nobody knows the reason why

Maybe it is time for us to curb
      our incessant disaster flirting
      & remember our true love
Maybe the honey bees will show us how
      to make something besides a scene
before this sprawling civilization of ours
      winds up a white splash
      beneath a vulture's roost

Steve Toth

#7965 From: "Steve Toth" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Wed Oct 13, 2010 4:02 pm
Subject: an invitation
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INVITATION TO BE IN

THE POETRY CITY MARATHON ANTHOLOGY



(IT'S TOTALLY FREE! NO FEE, NO COMMITMENTS,

NO ADVERTISING, NO SPAM, NO GIMMICKS:

PLEASE TELL OTHER PEOPLE.)



Dave Morice

email address: drabc26@...

website: iowacitypoetrymarathon.com

(for more info, see Wikipedia, facebook, myspace, amazon, and youtube.)



           Iowa City has been designated a City of Literature by UNESCO. The
University of Iowa Main Library has an exhibit of the literary life of the town.
As part of the exhibit, I am writing The Poetry City Marathon, a 10,000-page
poem. The poem is divided into 100 volumes of 100 pages each. The writing began
on the 4th of July, and will end on Halloween.

           The Poetry City Marathon is sponsored by Sackter House Media, a
non-profit organization for people with disabilities. It is a part of the Extend
the Dream Foundation.

           This is an open invitation to everybody of all ages, whether they are
seasoned poets, beginners, or people who have never written a poem before, to
participate in the marathon anthology. You don't have to live in Iowa City.
Volume 99 is going to contain the works that people send me. There is NO FEE to
be in the Poetry City Anthology. Unfortunately, there is no payment, either.
Please email me if you have any questions.



On the subject line of your email, put POETRY CITY ANTHOLOGY.



HOW TO PARTICIPATE

You simply email one or more poems arranged in the way you want them to appear
on the page. Please include your name with each poem. I intend to use all
submissions. There are no rejection slips in Poetry City.*



WHAT YOU WILL RECEIVE

After the Poetry City Marathon ends on Halloween, I will email you an electronic
copy of the volume that your poem (s) appear in. Volumes will also be placed on
the website, iowacitypoetrymarathon.com.



DEADLINE



DEADLINE: HALLOWEEN, 2010. The deadline may be extended. The UI Main Library is
thinking about keeping the Iowa City: City of Literature exhibit up until the
last half of November, 2010.



VERY SIMPLE DIRECTIONS



1) REQUIRED: SEND (VIA EMAIL ONLY) AS MANY POEMS OF YOUR OWN AS YOU WANT. I plan
on using them all, as long as my computer can handle them.



2) REQUIRED: DO NOT NUMBER THE PAGES OR INCLUDE HEADERS OR FOOTERS OR SCANS.



3) REQUIRED: EMAIL AS A WORD.DOC ATTACHMENT ONLY. Very important. NO PDF, NO
JPG, NO ZIP FILES. My computer has problems with downloading most files. It
likes Word.doc files.



4) REQUIRED: PUT YOUR NAME ON THE SAME PAGE AS YOUR POEM.



5) OPTIONAL: PUT YOUR CITY AND STATE ON THE SAME PAGE AS YOUR POEM. Outside the
USA, include your COUNTRY, too.



6) OPTIONAL: START EACH POEM ON A NEW PAGE. If you prefer putting more than one
poem on a page, that is fine.



7) OPTIONAL: USE TIMES NEW ROMAN, 14-POINT TYPEFACE. This is the preferred
typeface for the anthology. Other typefaces may not work well on my computer.



8) OPTIONAL: YOU MAY WISH TO INCLUDE A COVER PAGE, ESPECIALLY IF YOU SEND A LOT
OF POEMS AND/OR YOU SEND POEMS FROM SCHOOL CLASS OR A WRITING GROUP.











ADDITIONAL INFORMATION



1) ANY TOPIC, ANY LENGTH, ANY KIND OF POETRY is welcome.



2) ENGLISH OR ANY OTHER LANGUAGE is welcome, as long as my computer can print
it.



2) IF MY COMPUTER CAN'T DOWNLOAD OR OTHERWISE WORK WITH YOUR FILE, I WILL RETURN
THE FILE, ANDYOU MAY TRY REFORMATTING IT AND SEND IT AGAIN.



3) UNPUBLISHED OR PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED POEMS—either are welcome. If previously
published, you may want to include name of publication and copyright info on the
same page as the poem, but this isn't necessary unless the publisher requires
that you do so.



4) YOU RETAIN THE COPYRIGHT TO YOUR WORK



5) YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS WILL NOT BE GIVEN TO ANYONE.



6) THERE IS NO FEE FOR YOU TO BE A PART OF THIS MARATHON ANTHOLOGY.



7) ON THE OTHER HAND, THERE IS NO PAYMENT AVAILABLE FOR CONTRIBUTORS TO THE
ANTHOLOGY.



* 8) JUST TO BE ON THE SAFE SIDE, I RESERVE THE RIGHT TO NOT USE A POEM FOR ANY
REASON, AND I RESERVE THE RIGHT TO END THE ANTHOLOGY AT ANY TIME.





















ABOUT THE ANTHOLOGY



In the Poetry City Marathon, all of the volumes are 100 pages long plus a cover
sheet. Volume 99 will be reserved for the anthology poems. If I receive more
than 100 pages of submissions, I will add volumes as they are needed, and they
will be numbered Volume 99.1, Volume 99.2, etc. When the anthology is over, each
volume will include an electronic List of Contributors to all the volumes, in
the order in which they appear in their respective volumes. There will be no
Table of Contents and no page numbers. Each contributor will receive a Word.doc
copy of the volume that their work appears in. You may make a printout if you
want. Regarding the copyright question, the volume cover will state the
following:



© Dave Morice, Halloween, 2010

All Rights Revert to the Original Authors

Published by Sackter House Media, Iowa City, IA

#7966 From: wdestiny44@...
Date: Wed Oct 13, 2010 11:04 pm
Subject: Scarlett Poppies Blessing
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I'd not heard this before about the scarlett poppy blessing. I liked it better 
when the scarlett poppy was a scarlett poppy. Of course, it doesn't have
to mean what Susun Weed says it means. The reason this is coming up
at the moment is that this blessing popped into my mind (no pun intended)
earlier today and I decided to look it up to see if I could find the author of
it. When Dee Z first brought the blessing to the attention of our group
over 17 years ago, she mentioned she didn't know the author. Anyone
else heard this story of the meaning of the blessing?

In any case, if you've not heard of this blessing before, enjoy.

Love,
Sharon 444


#7967 From: "sstoth0" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Wed Oct 20, 2010 4:09 pm
Subject: there come moments
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The true joy of every soul is in the realization of the divine Spirit, and the
absence of realization keeps the soul in despair.

                       Bowl of Saki, October 20, by Hazrat Inayat Khan

Commentary by Pir-o-Murshid Inayat Khan:

The true joy of every soul is the realization of the divine Spirit. Absence of
realization keeps the soul in despair. In the life of every poet, thinker,
artist or scientist there come moments when ideas or words are given to him;
they are given at that moment and at no other. This is the moment when
unconsciously the soul has an opportunity to breathe. Man does not usually allow
his soul to breathe; the portal is closed up in the life of the earth. Man
closes it by ignorance, he is absorbed in things of much less importance. So
when the door opens and the soul is able to breathe even one breath, it becomes
alive in that one single moment, and what comes out is beauty and joy making man
express himself in song or dance. So heavenly beauty comes on earth.

The things that catch man's mind are always living things. The poems of Rumi
which are called Masnavi, have lived for eight hundred years, they are living,
they bring joy and ecstasy whenever they are sung or recited. They are
everliving life, expressing an everlasting beauty. It is the power of God, and
for man ever to presume it possible to produce that by study is a mistake. It is
impossible. It is the power of God above which brings out the perfection of
beauty. Man can never make the soul dance, but he can make himself a fit
instrument for the expression of his soul.

#7968 From: "Steve Toth" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Sat Oct 23, 2010 12:33 am
Subject: No Doubt
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NO DOUBT

What comes at no price
      can sometimes wind up costing
      way more than you can afford
Things make more sinister faces
      once you have
      a stake in the outcome
or develop the ability to express
      the forbidden within
      the context of the permissible

Both a guise & a disguise
       indiscreet & inappropriate
      speech can never be unsaid
Nothing is perfect
      Nothing important
      Think nothing of it
Say nothing about it
      Can't complain
      Nobody wants to listen

Like animals we signal our readiness
      in countless little ways
      I believe you when you say
you've been reading love poetry
      & now our love will go on
      as long as there's me & you
I try to think but nothing happens
      I have no doubt
      it comes from the nearness of you

Steve Toth

#7969 From: "coronaborealis444" <wdestiny44@...>
Date: Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:06 pm
Subject: Re: Something Unthinkable
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Love it, Steve. Were we separated at birth? :-)

Sharon 444

--- In VoicesOfThePhilosophersStone@yahoogroups.com, "Steve Toth"
<poetree1968@...> wrote:
>
> SOMETHING UNTHINKABLE
>
> Some people think
>      it's easy to decide
>      what species should live
> & which should die but then
>      they find something unthinkable
> in a cockroach's nerves & brain
>      that kills the most resistant germ
>      & they aren't quite as sure
>
> Oil bleeding on our screens
>      in the Gulf of Mexico
>      ought to wake a slight impression
> Toxic sludge flooding the Danube River
>      might stir something in our natures
> Locally young elephant seal bodies
>      are washing up on Pebble Beach
>      & nobody knows the reason why
>
> Maybe it is time for us to curb
>      our incessant disaster flirting
>      & remember our true love
> Maybe the honey bees will show us how
>      to make something besides a scene
> before this sprawling civilization of ours
>      winds up a white splash
>      beneath a vulture's roost
>
> Steve Toth
>

#7972 From: "Steve Toth" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Mon Oct 25, 2010 3:55 pm
Subject: Re: Something Unthinkable
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Well you know what they say, it's kind of like a wheel.  Here on earth we are on
the rim & separated but at the hub we come together.
Steve

--- In VoicesOfThePhilosophersStone@yahoogroups.com, "coronaborealis444"
<wdestiny44@...> wrote:
>
> Love it, Steve. Were we separated at birth? :-)
>
> Sharon 444
>
> --- In VoicesOfThePhilosophersStone@yahoogroups.com, "Steve Toth"
<poetree1968@> wrote:
> >
> > SOMETHING UNTHINKABLE
> >
> > Some people think
> >      it's easy to decide
> >      what species should live
> > & which should die but then
> >      they find something unthinkable
> > in a cockroach's nerves & brain
> >      that kills the most resistant germ
> >      & they aren't quite as sure
> >
> > Oil bleeding on our screens
> >      in the Gulf of Mexico
> >      ought to wake a slight impression
> > Toxic sludge flooding the Danube River
> >      might stir something in our natures
> > Locally young elephant seal bodies
> >      are washing up on Pebble Beach
> >      & nobody knows the reason why
> >
> > Maybe it is time for us to curb
> >      our incessant disaster flirting
> >      & remember our true love
> > Maybe the honey bees will show us how
> >      to make something besides a scene
> > before this sprawling civilization of ours
> >      winds up a white splash
> >      beneath a vulture's roost
> >
> > Steve Toth
> >
>

#7973 From: "Steve Toth" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Mon Oct 25, 2010 3:56 pm
Subject: expressed in words
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The spirit of feeling is lost when a sentiment is expressed in words. Do you
think a person who really loves need say, "I love you"? No, the word love cannot
express his feeling; it is too small in comparison to what love means to him who
truly loves. Yes, there is a beauty in words, as there is  beauty in flowers.
But the flowers may be called the angels of the earth. They live only in heaven;
on earth they appear for a moment and fade away. The feelings are like angels.
The one who lives in his feelings lives in heaven, and when he puts them into
words he drops down on the earth. And however beautiful his imagination and his
choice of words, he turns angels into flowers.

Silence is taught in every school of the inner cult.

From The Teachings Of
HAZRAT INAYAT KHAN

Selected & Arranged By
HAZRAT PIR VILAYAT INAYAT KHAN

#7975 From: wdestiny44@...
Date: Tue Oct 26, 2010 1:10 pm
Subject: (Panhana) What's In The Temple? by Tom Barrett
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What's In The Temple?
 
In the quiet spaces of my mind a thought lies still, but ready to spring. 
It begs me to open the door so it can walk about. 
The poets speak in obscure terms pointing madly at the unsayable. 
The sages say nothing, but walk ahead patting their thigh calling for us to follow. 
The monk sits pen in hand poised to explain the cloud of unknowing. 
The seeker seeks, just around the corner from the truth. 
If she stands still it will catch up with her. 
Pause with us here a while. 
Put your ear to the wall of your heart. 
Listen for the whisper of knowing there. 
Love will touch you if you are very still.
 
If I say the word God, people run away. 
They've been frightened--sat on 'till the spirit cried "uncle." 
Now they play hide and seek with somebody they can't name. 
They know he's out there looking for them, and they want to be found, 
But there is all this stuff in the way.
 
I can't talk about God and make any sense, 
And I can't not talk about God and make any sense. 
So we talk about the weather, and we are talking about God.
 
I miss the old temples where you could hang out with God. 
Still, we have pet pounds where you can feel love draped in warm fur, 
And sense the whole tragedy of life and death. 
You see there the consequences of carelessness, 
And you feel there the yapping urgency of life that wants to be lived. 
The only things lacking are the frankincense and myrrh.
 
We don't build many temples anymore. 
Maybe we learned that the sacred can't be contained. 
Or maybe it can't be sustained inside a building. 
Buildings crumble. 
It's the spirit that lives on.
 
If you had a temple in the secret spaces of your heart, 
What would you worship there? 
What would you bring to sacrifice? 
What would be behind the curtain in the holy of holies?
 
Go there now.
 
~ Tom Barrett ~
 (Keeping in Touch)
 
 
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#7977 From: "Steve Toth" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Fri Oct 29, 2010 12:29 am
Subject: The King
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THE KING

Most male Anna's hummingbirds
have reddish or pinkish violet feathers
running from their throats
to the top of their heads
but here is one with feathers
that look yellow under clouds
but shine golden in the sun
like a crown on the crown of his head
So we call him the king

When we step out
the king rushes up
to the blue & purple delphiniums
not an arm's length away
He takes his time working up
& down tasting each blossom
in each flower cluster
while beating his wings
much louder than usual

Then when he is good & ready
flies to his favorite perch
on the second bare branch
where he can see everything
We might be his only subjects
all the other birds we see
put up some kind of fight
He likes a generous kick
of nectar in the morning

Because of rapid metabolism
a hummingbird could burn
all its energy & starve to death
while getting a good night's sleep
So they slow down their breathing
& heart beats while allowing
their temperatures to drop
They trust themselves to wake
out of it when the time comes

Steve Toth

#7979 From: wdestiny44@...
Date: Sat Oct 30, 2010 4:57 pm
Subject: A Pueblo Prayer - Hold On
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A Pueblo Indian Prayer
 Hold on to what is good,
even if it’s a handful of earth.
 Hold on to what you believe,
even if it’s a tree that stands by itself.
 Hold on to what you must do,
even if it’s a long way from here.
 Hold on to your life,
even if it’s easier to let go.
 Hold on to my hand,
even if I’ve gone away from you.


#7980 From: "Steve Toth" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Fri Nov 5, 2010 4:40 pm
Subject: Scotch Broom
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SCOTCH BROOM

Scotch broom is
      an invasive non-native plant
      that occupies much of
the vacant area around town
      So I was surprised to see
      the familiar yellows flowers

blooming in the garden department
      of the local discount mart
      when you could take a walk
across the street & obtain
      all you desire
      with a shovel for free

On the bus ride home I tell the story
      The driver says he once helped
      for days to clear an infested lot
but the next year
      you couldn't tell the difference
      Forget about the roots?

No we dug them all up
      That's what took so long
      but we didn't get all the seeds
What will they be selling next
      a passenger wonders aloud
      poison oak?

Steve Toth

#7981 From: "Steve Toth" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Tue Nov 9, 2010 6:38 am
Subject: Under my Breath
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UNDER MY BREATH

Under my breath
      life is a team sport
      & any existence a collaboration
Instrument of love living only for
      the joy of shedding your larval
      coating to begin air breathing
I haven't looked this way for a while
      So who will be the highest
      bidder this time?
I see you're reading
      poetry again & this
      is just the beginning

Under my breath
      dwells the land beyond the rubble
where an endless searching for fresh grass
      mingles with a pervasive smell of fear
      & an instinct to stay close
You have decided to destroy the world
      before anyone else can
What once provided for you
      has now become a symbol
      of your limitations
Why doesn't it seem to matter more?
      Still think you're awake?

Under my breath
      hopeless shadows in love with the sun
A nod is as good as a wink
      Time to fly or die
      Time to get going or get eaten
Are you the one in charge of this morning?
      Only the earth itself
      can be driving us so deeply
There is a certain power
      in telling the truth--any truth
You see there are no bystanders in poetry
      You're either a drummer or a dancer

Steve Toth

#7982 From: wdestiny44@...
Date: Tue Nov 9, 2010 2:33 pm
Subject: (Panhala) - I Love the Dark Hours of My Being by Ranier Maria Rilke
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I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood.
 
Then the knowing comes: I can open
to another life that's wide and timeless.
 
So I am sometimes like a tree
rustling over a gravesite
and making real the dream
of the one its living roots
embrace:
 
a dream once lost
among sorrows and songs.
 
 
~ Ranier Maria Rilke ~
 
 
(Rilke’s Book of Hours:Love Poems to God, trans. by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)
 
 
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#7983 From: wdestiny44@...
Date: Thu Nov 11, 2010 4:02 pm
Subject: Tripping the Light by Sharon Pacione
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Tripping the Light

we are each a star
a unique tone in the cosmic symphony
a spiral that lives beyond boundaries 
beyond concepts of reality

we are a cell in the body of infinity 
traveling the path of evolution
navigating unlimited dimensions 
limited only by perception

we are imagination
channeling inner wisdom
crediting etheric strangers
comfortable with illusion

we are guardians of the silver cord
masters of frequency and pattern
spontaneous chemists 
bonding with the elements

we tap memories of the trinity
illuminating the giver and receiver,
creator and creation merging 
to birth realms of possibility

we are ancient astronauts
we are travelers from the future
we are attributes of the gods
we are the outcome of ascension

we are the unknown, the mystery with amnesia
we are the philosopher's stone
we are potential nourished in darkness
we are sleepwalkers flirting with sunrise

we are a time-released capsule,
playing in fields of consciousness
a computer bank of all that is,
owner of the radio and stations we broadcast

we are particles and waves tripping the light
the ebb and flow, the in and out
starring in the role of a lifetime
on the stage of immortality

by Sharon Pacione
November 11, 2010



#7984 From: Ed Wolverton <ewolvertonart@...>
Date: Sat Nov 20, 2010 5:17 pm
Subject: Greatness
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To Each of us there is a line of indifference,
to become a great and powerful person,
to excel in all things,
to become most powerful
to ones own self...
in this,
we become the greatness
of our own being.
 
 
 
Greatness
 
 
A time to sleep -no more,
as the gifted light shines
upon your face.
The tangled webs
and haunted dreams
to be an open mouth,
where all primal screaming
begins.
 
An eye cracked to open
as daylight seeps into the brain,
and refrain from thought
of all these mundane things.
To prove yourself worthy,
non other than that shadow
that follows upon your fate,
giving much ado about nothing,
and caressing the cat of late.
 
The wisdom to overcome
of all things that beacon
and beg,
standing on one leg
at a time.
A peace that overcomes
all obstacles,
where Grey, or otherwise.
A chance to presume
your lost innocence,
in such a graceful opaque
in the opium den of sorrow,
where tomorrow is too late.
 
Greatness becomes
the poetry that you write,
scribbled down into words.
It is the fact that you
have woke up after a deep sleep,
and still alive
to tell the story of.
Greatness to be who you are
at any given time or moment,
without expressed permission
to do so.
 
It is a cold, hard fact
that we become great unto ourselves
the moment that we are born,
holding nothing between our ears,
but a spot of corn.
Life consists of many great moments,
and to our own demise
that we have fallen way,
give thanks,
just to see who we really are,
and at this pivot point in life,
for what we have become.
 
Greatness
is a self inflicted wound,
where there is much reprisal,
casting out lots,
to have to say who we really are.
Greatness is its own reward,
to achieve at just a moment of satisfaction,
to become this great feeling
in the limelight of the hour.
 
Edward Wolverton @2010


#7985 From: "coronaborealis444" <wdestiny44@...>
Date: Mon Nov 22, 2010 2:16 pm
Subject: Re: Greatness
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Love this poem, Ed.

Blessings,
Sharon 444

#7987 From: wdestiny44@...
Date: Mon Nov 22, 2010 7:24 pm
Subject: Two Poems by Sharon Pacione - Speaking for the Animals
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Animal Genocide

in the name of food, research and sport
we perpetuate genocide upon the animal kingdom
shutting our eyes and ears to horror,
allowing washed brains to see clean hands
while blood drips from our collective psyche
feeding the appetite of vampires

when it comes to pain,
humanity only asks why me
seeing everything, including god, as separate from itself

how long before we challenge the viciousness of apathy
and feel deeply enough for all life to stop killing,
choosing a different path than the one that's always been,
no longer comfortable with the taste and smell of blood

when will we flood the spirit with tears of respect
conscious enough to see the damage of free radicals,
conscious enough to know that we are the earth and it is us
and that parents and children of all species
mourn the ignorance of unconscious choices

by Sharon Pacione
May 31, 2010,
Revised June 1, 2010
Wdestiny44@...


Degrees of Consciousness

humanity
putting on airs
calling itself intelligent life,
interchanging praying with preying

sleepwalking with eyes wide open
feigning consciousness
practicing free-will for the insane
while imprisioning nature

consuming flesh
filling the belly of the beast
in a world full of screams
landing on deaf ears

the world cries out for good judgment,
not no judgment,
not continued apathy,
not the bombing and rape of nature
with unconscious thoughts and actions
from the comatose collective

the land of milk and honey
is stuck in a toxic paradigm
spiritually bankrupt,
frantically counting on luck
to unlock the chains that bind

as food for thought
let us work for peace and well-being for all life,
remembering that we are what we eat
body, mind, and spirit

by Sharon Pacione
August 25, 2007
Wdestiny44@...

Quote:
"A man can live and be healthy without killing animals for food,
therefore, if he eats meat, he participates in taking animal life for
the sake of his appetite. And to act so is immoral."
~~~Leo Tolstoy~~~

http://www.all-creatures.org/anex/mice-catratbuddies.html
http://static.flickr.com/49/127273439_28ba5dd42d.jpg
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_animal_welfare_groups

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#7988 From: Ed Wolverton <ewolvertonart@...>
Date: Sun Nov 28, 2010 12:54 am
Subject: Re: Re: Greatness
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Thanks Sharon

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Subject: [VoicesOfThePhilosophersStone] Re: Greatness
To: VoicesOfThePhilosophersStone@yahoogroups.com
Date: Monday, November 22, 2010, 6:16 AM

 
Love this poem, Ed.

Blessings,
Sharon 444



#7989 From: "Steve Toth" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Wed Dec 1, 2010 12:29 am
Subject: Like You
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LIKE YOU

like a bee up a bear's nose
like a wanted man
living on borrowed time
like dancing in a frying pan
like I can't tear my eyes away
like you are an exception

like without you I'm a dog
chasing my own tail
like my hind end is moving
as fast as my mouth
like with you we're catching fire
like we love everything wild

like a baby zebra still trying
to nurse from a dead mother
like whatever you need me
whenever you need me
like the last time
you were understood

Steve Toth

#7990 From: "Steve Toth" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Sat Dec 4, 2010 6:19 am
Subject: Nature Lover 2
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NATURE LOVER 2

I've got winds
      that can swirl the whole sky
      & I'm not afraid to use them
I've got volcanoes to be blowing
      shadows in the air any day now
I've got tidal surges that will
      clean up your streets in a hurry
I've got quakes to leave you
      nothing to hold & even
      the floor will come in waves

I've got landslides
      to topple your busy traffic
      I have a wild imagination too
& if I get tired of regular rainstorms
      I can drop some fish
or frogs or lima beans
      on you instead
What songs should danger sing?
      I've got powers
      I haven't used yet

I've got a million ways
      to make you tremble
      & that borrowed body
you're so fond of
      wearing every day
well you're going to be
      paying it all back with interest
& don't forget the life story
      of every atom that goes with it
      Now tell me who do you love?

Steve Toth

#7991 From: "coronaborealis444" <wdestiny44@...>
Date: Sun Dec 5, 2010 1:41 am
Subject: Re: Nature Lover 2
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A poem that can touch your heart and make you chuckle...is my cup of tea. Love
this
poem, Steve,

Sharon 444

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#7992 From: wdestiny44@...
Date: Sun Dec 5, 2010 1:58 am
Subject: Nature Lover 2 by Steve Toth
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NATURE LOVER 2

I've got winds
that can swirl the whole sky
& I'm not afraid to use them
I've got volcanoes to be blowing
shadows in the air any day now
I've got tidal surges that will
clean up your streets in a hurry
I've got quakes to leave you
nothing to hold & even
the floor will come in waves

I've got landslides
to topple your busy traffic
I have a wild imagination too
& if I get tired of regular rainstorms
I can drop some fish
or frogs or lima beans
on you instead
What songs should danger sing?
I've got powers
I haven't used yet

I've got a million ways
to make you tremble
& that borrowed body
you're so fond of
wearing every day
well you're going to be
paying it all back with interest
& don't forget the life story
of every atom that goes with it
Now tell me who do you love?

Steve Toth
poetree1968@...
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#7993 From: wdestiny44@...
Date: Tue Dec 7, 2010 8:58 pm
Subject: Pearl Harbor Day - Thinking of Those Affected by War
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In thinking of Pearl Harbor today and those who have been affected by war, I'm sharing something I wrote in 2003 at the
start of Gulf War II. Someone put it on their website.


In the spirit of peace and love for all life,
Sharon 444


#7994 From: Ed Wolverton <ewolvertonart@...>
Date: Sun Dec 12, 2010 12:25 am
Subject: Wonderful Music
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Hello Everyone, Edward Wolverton here..... if you are interested...my cousin Suzy Anderson is cutting a sound track of her music... google search " no light in sunnydale " then hit the sound track button.......I do believe that she is going to be a star very soon....Ed


#7995 From: "Steve Toth" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Mon Dec 13, 2010 10:20 pm
Subject: The Hunt
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THE HUNT

How do you catch & devour
      an animal that's faster than you are?
Patiently the wolves
      search for weaklings or young
      they can separate from their mothers

Panic is on the wolves' side
      a tactic to get them running
& maybe make them make a mistake
      If a calf can keep its footing
      it can outrun the fastest wolf

As they approach their prey
     they peel off singly
forming a line against escape
      moving in silence
      they take up their positions

Now is when using their senses
      is life & death for both predator & prey
The lead wolf is closing in but turns back
     The pack has made a kill
     & is calling the rest to dinner

Steve Toth

#7997 From: "Steve Toth" <poetree1968@...>
Date: Fri Dec 17, 2010 7:08 am
Subject: Heat Seeker
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HEAT SEEKER

Well I'm a heat seeker baby
      but I can't find
      the warmth in you
Said I'm a heat seeker baby
      but I can't find
      the warmth in you
You sputter like a copperhead
      pumping venom
      into a shoe

Well it takes one
      to know one & honey
      that's how I know you
Said it takes one
      to know one & honey
      that's how I know you
With every word
     & every letter
     another judgment is due

Well wash your mouth out
      with language then flush
      your mind with language too
Said wash your mouth out
      with language then flush
      your mind with language too
& if you get stuck fuming
      just drop a line when
      you are through

Steve Toth

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