" Missing "
March 19 2009, 12:16 AM
I am the absence of field
This is always the case...
Wherever I am,
I am what is missing...
When I walk,
I part the air,
and always
The air moves in
to fill the
spaces where my
body's been...
We all have reasons for moving-
I move to keep things
Whole.
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'' The Ring "
March 19 2009, 12:09 AM
LIKE AN EMPTY THOUGHT, SILENT...
I SHALL SIT IN THAT SILENCE
AND CONJUR UP A SPELL
TO MAKE ME DISAPPEAR !
I SHALL USE A RING ,
FORGED FROM FIRE
AND
PURGED BY SMOKE
I SHALL PLACE IT ON THE SACRIFICIAL
TABLE OF MY THOUGHTS
AND
I SHALL WALK FOR AN ECLIPSE...
AT THE BLINDING HOUR ,
I SHALL UNLEASH A PROMISE
FROM MY LIPS :
" TAKE ME FAR , FAR , AWAY -
AND LET ME BE FORGOTTEN ! "
LET THEM SAY : " GOOD RIDDENS ! "
FOR IF THEY LOOK WITHOUT
PREJUDICE OR FEAR ,
THEN
THEY WILL SEE...
I JUST WASN'T HAPPY HERE -
I SHALL MAKE A SPELL ,
TO MAKE ME DISAPPEAR !
FINALLY !
A SPELL DESIGNED ESPECIALLY
FOR ME !
I SHALL FINALLY MAKE A SPELL
TO SET ME FREE.
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"On Uniqueness "
March 18 2009, 11:55 PM
"ON UNIQUENESS"
by : Mia Pallas
* Upon being asked to make a personal characteristic assessment on the determining aspect which defines " Uniqueness " ; I must concede that as an individual ( who detests boasting about ones self ) : I am forced to resort to subjectivity , whereas : I must look into the ' mirror of my true individual nature of the Self ' , and thus attempt to bring to the surface the specific element of my overall character - which defines that certain exceptional facet of my nature.
However , I much prefer to define ' Uniqueness ' within an objective manner , since it cannot be measured , contained nor described through the the limitation of words ; It becomes something which is intangible , and therefore becomes indefinable and thus stretches beyond the mere scope of imagination.
Uniqueness , is a perpetual state of 'becoming' ...
Uniqueness is hidden , and without name.
All we can do is nourish it , so that it can bring everything which is inside of us to fulfillment. Uniqueness, is being able to overcome the hardest things in the universe, and to be able to enter where there is no room.
Uniqueness , is to speak without words , to work effortlessly, and therefore - it is understood by very few. It is being aware of the needs of others ; It is good to those who are not ; It has faith in those who have no faith left ; and gives to those who have nothing.
Uniqueness , creates without claiming , performs without taking credit , and guides without interfering. It is able to see the simplicity in the complicated , and has the courage to confront difficulties so that it never experiences them ; and it accepts misfortune as the human condition.
Uniqueness , realizes that restraint begins with the surrendering of one's own ideas ; It recognizes limitation and achieves what must be done without dwelling on it.
It does not attempt to show it's knowledge, because it has no equal - therefore , it performs it's part without expecting recognition.
Uniqueness , is constancy - which is the way of nature..and to know the constancy of nature is to posses ' insight ' , to realize constancy , the mind is open..to all things.
Therefore , there is no 'one' particular aspect which goes to define uniqueness within an individuals character..because , it is : multi-faceted and brilliant , like a Diamond.
MIA
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YOUR THOUGHT & MINE
March 17 2009, 2:13 PM
My thought is a cloud moving in the space. It turns into drops which, as they fall, form a brook that sings its way into the sea. Then it rises as vapour into the sky.
Your thought is a fortress that neither gale nor the lightning can shake.
My thought is a tender leaf that sways in every direction and finds pleasure in its swaying.
Your thought is an ancient dogma that cannot change you nor can you change it.
My thought is new, and it tests me and I test it morn and eve.
Your thought allows you to believe in the unequal contest of the strong against the weak, and in the tricking of the simple by the subtle ones.
My thought creates in me the desire to till the earth with my hoe, and harvest the crops with my sickle, and build my home with stones and mortar, and weave my raiment with woollen and linen threads.
Your thought urges you to marry wealth and notability.
Mine commends self-reliance.
Your thought advocates fame and show.
Mine counsels me and implores me to cast aside notoriety and treat it like a grain of sand cast upon the shore of eternity.
Your thought instils in your heart arrogance and superiority.
Mine plants within me love for peace and the desire for independence.
Your thought begets dreams of palaces with furniture of sandalwood studded with jewels, and beds made of twisted silk threads.
My thought speaks softly in my ears, “Be clean in body and spirit even if you have nowhere to lay your head.”
Your thought makes you aspire to titles and offices.
Mine exhorts me to humble service.
You have your thought and I have mine.
Your thought is social science, a religious and political dictionary.
Mine is simple axiom.
Your thought speaks of the beautiful woman, the ugly, the virtuous, the prostitute, the intelligent, and the stupid.
Mine sees in every woman a mother, a sister, or a daughter of every man.
The subjects of your thought are thieves, criminals, and assassins.
Mine declares that thieves are the creatures of monopoly, criminals are the offspring of tyrants, and assassins are akin to the slain.
Your thought describes laws, courts, judges, punishments.
Mine explains that when man makes a law, he either violates it or obeys it. If there is a basic law, we are all one before it. He who disdains the mean is himself mean. He who vaunts his scorn of the sinful vaunts his disdain of all humanity.
Your thought concerns the skilled, the artist, the intellectual, the philosopher, the priest.
Mine speaks of the loving and the affectionate, the sincere, the honest, the forthright, the kindly, and the martyr.
Your thought advocates Judaism, Brahmanism, Buddhism, Christianity, and Islam.
In my thought there is only one universal religion, whose varied paths are but the fingers of the loving hand of the Supreme Being.
In your thought there are the rich, the poor, and the beggared.
My thought holds that there are no riches but life; that we are all beggars, and no benefactor exists save life herself.
You have your thought and I have mine.
According to your thought, the greatness of nations lies in their politics, their parties, their conferences, their alliances and treaties.
But mine proclaims that the importance of nations lies in work—work in the field, work in the vineyards, work with the loom, work in the tannery, work in the quarry, work in the timberyard, work in the office and in the press.
Your thought holds that the glory of the nations is in their heroes. It sings the praises of Rameses, Alexander, Caesar, Hannibal, and Napoleon.
But mine claims that the real heroes are Confucius, Lao-Tse, Socrates, Plato, Abi Taleb, El Gazali, Jalal Ed-din-el Roumy, Copernicus, and Pasteur.
Your thought sees power in armies, cannons, battleships, submarines, aeroplanes, and poison gas.
But mine asserts that power lies in reason, resolution, and truth. No matter how long the tyrant endures, he will be the loser at the end.
Your thought differentiates between pragmatist and idealist, between the part and the whole, between the mystic and materialist.
Mine realizes that life is one and its weights, measures and tables do not coincide with your weights, measures and tables. He whom you suppose an idealist may be a practical man.
You have your thought and I have mine.
Your thought is interested in ruins and museums, mummies and petrified objects.
But mine hovers in the ever-renewed haze and clouds.
Your thought is enthroned on skulls. Since you take pride in it, you glorify it too.
My thought wanders in the obscure and distant valleys.
Your thought trumpets while you dance.
Mine prefers the anguish of death to your music and dancing.
Your thought is the thought of gossip and false pleasure.
Mine is the thought of him who is lost in his own country, of the alien in his own nation, of the solitary among his kinfolk and friends.
You have your thought and I have mine.
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