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- Inventing Convoluted Ways to SAVE it
- Busy screwing us and running off to the bank with all the MONEY
- Caught in the mire of living
Life is a blessing peeps, come LIVE IT!
It sounds like you're feeling a lot of frustration and concern about the state of the world and the different paths people are taking. You've hit on some significant, and often conflicting, human pursuits.
There are indeed people pouring their energy into finding convoluted ways to save the world, whether through complex scientific innovations, ambitious policy reforms, or grassroots movements. This often comes from a deep-seated desire to make a positive impact and ensure a better future.
At the same time, we see the stark reality of others who seem to be focused on personal gain at the expense of others, accumulating wealth and power without regard for the consequences. This creates a sense of injustice and can make it hard to feel optimistic.
And for many, the day-to-day is a struggle—they're caught in the mire of just trying to live, to get by, and to navigate the complexities of life. For them, grand schemes and global issues might feel distant or even irrelevant when their primary focus is on survival and well-being.
What does "LIVING IT" mean to you in this context?
That's a beautiful and deeply insightful way to define "LIVING IT." It suggests a path that moves beyond simply existing and instead embraces the full spectrum of human experience.
Together, these ideas paint a picture of a life lived with intention—one that doesn't shy away from pain, finds peace in submission, and actively seeks out moments of awe. It's a powerful philosophy for navigating a world that often feels out of control.
Where's the word for the sadness
Where's the poetry in the pain
Where's the color in the stain where the tears have fallen
It's gone, it's just gone
Where's the method to this madness
As we create this suffering
And we do each other in and we still hold on
But it's gone, it's just gone
He says it's gone
And he can't go on a living a memory
Mulling it over endlessly
Why is that so hard for me to see
He says it's gone
And he can't go on trying to live a lie
And when he cries, I know it's over
But I may never know why
There's no face in the locket
There's no place for the past
I'll put it back in my pocket
It was never meant to last
It's just gone
He says it's gone
And he can't go on a living a memory
Mulling it over endlessly
Why is that so hard for me to see
He says it's gone
And he can't go on trying to live a lie
And when he cries, I know it's over
But I may never know why
There's no word for the sadness
There's no poetry in the pain
There's no color in the stain where the tears have fallen
It's gone, it's just gone
It's gone, it's just gone
Well, it's gone
Karen Carpenter's voice has a way of embodying a profound, gentle sadness. It's a voice that can make you feel the lyrics on a deeper level. This song you've shared beautifully captures a specific, heartbreaking moment in a relationship.
The lyrics move from an external observation of the world to a deeply personal experience of loss. Initially, the song asks where the "poetry in the pain" and "color in the stain" have gone. It's as if the narrator is trying to find a grand, philosophical explanation for her suffering, a way to make it beautiful or meaningful.
Then, the song narrows its focus to the core conflict: he is ready to move on, while she is not. He says, "it's gone," but for her, the feelings and the memories are still very much present. She can't understand his ability to simply let go. This contrast creates a poignant tension between two different emotional realities.
The line, "I'll put it back in my pocket, it was never meant to last," is particularly powerful. It suggests a reluctant acceptance of the truth, even if she doesn't fully grasp the "why." This act of putting the past away, like a forgotten locket, signifies the end of the journey and a kind of submission to the finality of the situation.
This song beautifully illustrates the difference between accepting the intellectual reality of a breakup and accepting it emotionally. The narrator's struggle is not just with the loss of the relationship, but with the loss of the meaning she attached to it. The song's final refrain, "It's gone," is a chilling, a-capella echo of that harsh reality.
Mahakala, that ancient of days, our constant companion, substrate of all that is and will ever be, illimitable, that shines on us, turning our focus inward and upwards, uplifting and ennobling us, Holy Father, consort of that Universal Creatrix, seemingly lost in the multiplicity of creation, durable as the sponge, non judgemental as the sun, wearing us down like water does rock, sweet as ambrosia, latent in us all, finding divine expression in the arts, ethereal, absolute, refuge of the righteous, reminder to the fallen, foe to the Lord of Darkness, equanimous in the duality, beyond the modes of nature, silent witness, plural, singular, void, throbbing like the big electron, present in the sub-atomic vibration of strings, leader in the venture to trek amidst the stars, dancer in the woods, player of the flute of the ida pingala and sushumna, blowing life with his prana, kernel of the sheath of bliss, attainable through vidya bhakti and tapas, lord of the sacrifice, father to Adam and Manu, worshipped as the tortoise and the boar, king under the mountain, trapped in the dance of water and light, transcendant, wise, kindly, dweller in the hearts of sentient beings everywhere, exuberant as the blue jay of spring, master of doom, spirit of fire, solid as bedrock, finding sublime expression in music, instigator of action, remembered in prayer, boundless as the sky, union of man and divine, dynamic and effervescent, beyond creation, Hari and Haran, formless, timeless, sanctioner of enlightenment, simple, attainable and sovereign of the kingdom of heaven.
Mahashakthi, Tara, Kali, Kamaakshi. seed of creation, nature, nurturer, executrix, cocombatant in the journey of life, refuge of man, healer of hurts, queen of the stars, giver of fruits, tearmaiden, sustainer of all life, lover, pure as snow, graceful, adorable, grower of seed, coursing in the veins, instiller of hope, teacher, confidante, friend, implorer to enjoin good, intoxicating to the senses, fragrant as the flower, poetess of renown, companion in silence, voice in the wilderness, resplendent as the dawn, labourer and plotter in the grandeur of tomorrow, walker amidst the cathedrals of the world of the spirit, tug of conscience and spirit of harmony, sweetener of the sword of time, sorceress that lit the garland of the stars, comforter at the pass into death, sacred as the Ganges, valiant and awe inspiring, soother of spirits, fosterer of the yearling and the bud, spark of wisdom, saver of neelakanta, virtuous as Sita, passionate as Radha, rapturous as Aphrodite, inspiring as Fathima, sorrowful as Mary, melodious as a church organ, fleeting as a flight of fancy, mellifluous as the pranava, tranquil as the moon, dweller in the hearts of men, indulger of the mischievous but pure of heart, guardian of olvar and kelvar, Demeter, Inanna, Isis, Astarte, witness and friend to the shepherds of the trees, Melian in the winter of her grief, Luthien in her voice to render passive the Black Foe, supplicant for mankind, mother to us all and womb of the universe.
Thank you for sharing that profound and beautiful piece of writing. It's a powerful expression of your personal philosophy, and it provides a deeper understanding of what "LIVING IT" means to you.
Your prose, in the spirit of a devotional hymn or a long, flowing poem, seeks to capture the ineffable by cataloging its many manifestations. You don't just state a belief; you show it through an overwhelming cascade of images, from the cosmic to the deeply personal.
Your piece on Mahakala and Mahakali isn't just about two deities; it's a vibrant tapestry that weaves together countless concepts to form a unified vision of the divine.
In essence, your writing defines "living it" not as a single action but as an ongoing act of recognition. It's the practice of seeing this divine presence—both the expansive, timeless Mahakala and the creative, nurturing Mahakali—in every aspect of existence: in nature, art, music, relationships, and even in moments of grief and hardship. It's a philosophy that makes the mundane sacred and turns the ordinary into a constant encounter with the extraordinary.
Breaking down these complex ideas for a 10-year-old is a wonderful way to introduce them to new perspectives without getting bogged down in complicated philosophy. The goal is to make these concepts feel relatable and a bit magical.
Solid as bedrock: He is the strong, steady part of you that nothing can break.
Ah, I understand now. You'd like me to go through the entire list of attributes, one by one, and provide a simple, 10-year-old-friendly interpretation for each. This is a great exercise in simplifying complex concepts. Here is a breakdown of all 128 attributes, with a single, concise line for each.
To smell a garden after it rains
To stand under a waterfall beside one you love
To take children for a picnic in the countryside
And stop in a wood to recharge
That well from which love and beauty flow
Deer and bears, squirrels and parrots
Of the best of God's creations
And us, the crown
Who stop subjugating nature
And instead, live in harmony with it
Feeling the fall of every little flower
We've stopped killing in the name of food
Hunters turned to guides,
Taking us deep into forests
To see where elephants inhabit the place
And monkeys frolic in sweet innocence
Bringing out in us deep wells of love,
For the plants and animals that share this planet
Unstained by lust or greed
We've come full circle and found everlasting peace
Thank you for sharing your poem. It paints a beautiful picture of a world where humanity has found its rightful place in harmony with nature.
The poem begins with simple, sensory pleasures—the smell of a garden after rain, a waterfall shared with a loved one, a picnic in the countryside. These are the small, pure joys that reconnect us to the earth.
The central theme is a shift in humanity's role. We are described as "the crown" of creation, but your poem redefines what that means. Instead of dominating nature, we learn to live in harmony with it. The shift from "subjugating" to "living in harmony" is a profound change in perspective, moving from a relationship of power to one of partnership.
You portray a world where hunters become guides, leading people to see the beauty of elephants and the innocence of monkeys, rather than to kill them. This transformation shows a new kind of respect for all life. The poem suggests that this new way of living unleashes "deep wells of love" within us.
The final lines, "Unstained by lust or greed / We've come full circle and found everlasting peace," are the perfect conclusion. They suggest that true peace and fulfillment come not from conquering the world, but from recognizing our interconnectedness with it. It's a vision of paradise not in the distant future, but here on Earth, once we choose to live with love and respect for all living things.
Sometimes it calls upon our hearts to step
Away from the bustle and humdrum
And awaken that silent builder within us
Who knows the need of the hour
And renders every hurdle to progress
To a quiet dissolution in the cauldron of life.
Reshape we do, that stream of activity
Around us until the possibility of greatness
Is achieved and we've made something special.
Fashioned by our hands, guided by
That divine craftsman who waits patiently
For His designs to become fully wrought.
For carefully laid were His plans
And us only the instrument of his execution.
Push us forward he did to build
Better and better things, labouring
In timeless halls where we learned
To intuit His every whim,
Until we'd built an entire community
Of souls simply teeming with life.
The poem you've shared, "teeming with life," is a beautiful and inspiring piece about purpose, creation, and community.
It begins by describing a feeling of being called away from the ordinary to awaken a "silent builder within us." This suggests that we all have a creative, purposeful part of ourselves that often gets lost in daily life. This builder knows what needs to be done and has the power to overcome challenges, dissolving them "in the cauldron of life."
The poem then shifts to the idea of co-creation. We are the instruments, the hands that do the work, but we are guided by a "divine craftsman." This craftsman patiently waits for his plans to be fulfilled. This perspective takes the pressure of being the sole creator and instead frames our actions as part of a larger, more perfect design. It implies that our true work is to listen and learn to "intuit His every whim" so that our creations can be aligned with a higher purpose.
The final lines bring this idea to its ultimate conclusion: the result of this co-creation isn't just a single "something special," but an "entire community of souls simply teeming with life." This suggests that the greatest creation of all is a vibrant, living community filled with purpose and divine energy. It's a powerful and uplifting message that our individual acts of building and creation contribute to something far greater than ourselves.
Perfection is a state of mind
In which there is abundance of every kind
It springs from a deep well of love
As enchanting as the flight of a dove
Upto the kernel of our heart it resonates
Deep seated in our mind it liberates
There is no season in which it wont
Guide us,
Erupting from moment to moment inside us
Long we desire to exist
Continually in this state of bliss
Freed from the duality of life
Instinct driven and rid of strife
In love we find that storehouse
Which triggers activity all around us
Crystal clear like snowy springs
What joy to feel that emotion it brings
With people we keep our trysts
Helping those blow away the mists
That cloud them and rob them of bliss
Ensuring they never take life amiss
Thank you for sharing this beautiful and inspiring poem. It's a wonderful exploration of what perfection truly means.
You define perfection not as something flawless or static, but as a state of mind. It’s an internal feeling of abundance and love that frees us from the "duality of life" and its conflicts. The poem suggests that this state is always available to us, "erupting from moment to moment inside us," and that we long to live in this constant state of bliss.
The poem beautifully connects this internal state to our external actions. When we find this "storehouse" of love within ourselves, it "triggers activity all around us." This isn't selfish; it's about sharing that perfection with others. Your poem says that in this state, we help people "blow away the mists" that cloud their own happiness, ensuring they "never take life amiss."
Ultimately, your poem argues that perfection isn't just about personal bliss—it's about a clear, loving, and generous way of being that helps us connect with and uplift those around us. It's a powerful vision of how inner peace can create a more harmonious world.
Robbing loved ones of that inner flame
That spread like the wings of an Eagle
Embracing us all, daring us to inviegle
And wrest from life all of its secrets
From dawn to dusk, sunshine to tempests
Winds that blow, moaning and groaning
That cry of the Earth making us start soaring
His net he casts, that mortal is caught
The fighting is over, the soul becomes a dot
Rest it does for a while seemingly inert
Trapped in His halls, no longer alert
Time-bound this inconscience
A brief period between existence and existence
Awake they do, a new cry of life
A joy to behold, delivered by a wife
Who nurses the baby until it grows
Serene and beautiful, timeless as a rose
Born again, to continue this cycle
Endless as time, the old familiar spectacle
Thank you for sharing this profound and moving poem about the cycle of life and death.
The poem begins with a powerful image of Yama, the Lord of Death, arriving to take a loved one. You beautifully describe the life he claims as an "inner flame" that "spread like the wings of an Eagle," showing just how vibrant and expansive a person's spirit can be. This sets up the central conflict between the unstoppable force of death and our human desire to "wrest from life all of its secrets."
The middle of the poem focuses on the moment of death. The soul is caught in Yama's net, becoming a tiny, "inert" dot, "trapped in His halls." This isn't an end, but a state of "inconscience," a "brief period between existence and existence." This idea reframes death not as a finality, but as a temporary pause in a larger journey.
The conclusion of the poem is a powerful rebirth. The "brief period" ends, and the soul is reborn as a "new cry of life." The cycle continues with the image of a mother nursing her child, who grows "serene and beautiful, timeless as a rose." The final lines bring us back to the grand, continuous "spectacle" of birth, death, and rebirth, suggesting that this endless cycle is the very nature of existence.
Devoid of bliss, for bliss there is even amidst strife
Dwell we do in a pool of pain
Unable to find the will to live again
Sorrow comes to strike away the crud
We've covered ourselves with - fallen in mud
Sorrow and joy, joy and sorrow, we oscillate
Failing to find that life to illuminate
Noor it's called, like a 100 splendid suns *1
A vision so grand as to embrace everyone
The cycle wears on, the drama is wrought
Good things and bad things so dearly we've bought *2
Experiences so engraved in our minds
Emotions that linger in all shapes and kinds
Love blossoms in our heart for that illimitable creator
Who gives us a part in the human theater
Shorn of all hope and beginning to despair
We find that divine spark and start to care
For things big and small and people who stand
Firm in their faith, touched by His hand
Thank you for sharing this beautiful and poignant poem. It's a powerful exploration of the human experience, moving from a place of despair to one of hope and divine connection.
The poem begins with a sense of sorrow, describing a life "devoid of bliss" and dwelling in a "pool of pain." This feeling of being "unable to find the will to live again" is a raw and honest portrayal of suffering.
However, the poem suggests that even sorrow has a purpose. It's a force that strikes away the "crud" we've covered ourselves with, a painful but necessary cleansing. This leads to the central theme of the poem: the oscillation between "sorrow and joy." You capture the struggle to break free from this cycle and find the illuminating light of "Noor"—a beautiful reference to divine light.
This divine light, described as a "vision so grand as to embrace everyone," is the turning point. It's in the midst of despair, when all hope seems lost, that we find a "divine spark." This spark inspires us to care for "things big and small" and for people who have found their own faith. This renewed sense of purpose and connection is ultimately what frees us from the cycle of suffering and fills us with love for the "illimitable creator."
The poem is a testament to the idea that even in our darkest moments, there is a path to finding meaning and connection, guided by a higher power. It's a journey from despair to a hopeful, enlightened state of being.
Rain comes to drench it, making it sparkling and clean
Flowers grow and the whole vista explodes
In colours aplenty like a million rainbows
A veritable kaleidoscope this forest
Which gives a weary traveller rest
Ridding him of his burden
Making him think positive again
Feed it does many birds and insects
Deer and wolf and all of natures aspects
Nowhere else is life so concentrated
By divine Prakriti orchestrated
There are those among us who seek
To strip this forest, seemingly weak
And prone to rape, for dumb the meek
But protect her we do, though the fight seemingly bleak
Endless the horizon, green and vast
In its tranquility seemingly lost
Those of us who see acres wild
Filled with the wonder of a child
Thank you for sharing this beautiful and evocative poem. It's a wonderful tribute to the power and importance of nature.
The poem begins with a celebration of the simple, vibrant beauty of a forest. You highlight the essential elements—chlorophyll, rain, and the "million rainbows" of flowers—that create a "veritable kaleidoscope." This imagery sets a scene of pure, unbridled life that offers a weary traveler a place to find rest and positive thoughts.
You then expand on the forest's role, not just as a beautiful sight, but as a source of life for a myriad of creatures, from birds and insects to deer and wolf. The poem calls this "life so concentrated," orchestrated by a divine force you name Prakriti, which beautifully encapsulates the sacredness you see in nature.
The tone shifts to a stark warning, acknowledging those who "seek to strip this forest." This part of the poem recognizes the fragility of nature and the ongoing struggle to protect it. The phrase "dumb the meek" is a powerful way to describe nature's vulnerability, and your commitment to protecting it, even when the fight seems "bleak," shows a deep sense of responsibility.
The poem ends on a hopeful note, returning to a personal connection with nature. The "endless horizon, green and vast" is a place of peace, and those who truly see it are filled with the "wonder of a child." It suggests that this sense of childlike awe is what ultimately motivates us to be its guardians.
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