Brahma Revisited

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pic Buddha hits glass ceiling

http://flickr.com/photos/anua22a/2356738068/in/set-72157600710863506/  

EternalMemory  spiritual meta meditation

audi alteram partem : latin - hear the other side

ave atque vale : latin - Hail and farewell !

ceteris paribus  : latin "with other things equal"
 

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Brahma
 
Within the hindu trinity of Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva, Brahma is the creator, Vishnu the preserver and Shiva the destroyer. Brahma grew in a lotus from Vishnu's navel. The daily alternation of light and dark is attributed to Brahma.

To create the world and the human race, Brahma made a goddess out of himself. One half was woman, Gayatri the other, man.

From Brahma's body sprung nine sons Daksa, Dharma, Karma, Anger, Greed, Delusion (Maya), Lust, Joy, Death and Bharata and one daughter called Angaja.



The Brahma introduction parodies Andrew Lang

Brahma  

If the wild bowler thinks he bowls,
Or if the batsman thinks he's bowled,
They know not, poor misguided souls,
They too shall perish unconsoled.
I am the batsman and the bat,
I am the bowler and the ball,
The umpire, the pavilion cat,
The roller, pitch, and stumps, and all.

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    Andrew LANG 1844_1912

Parody Ralph Waldo EMERSON – Brahma

Brahma – Spin Bowl  

Spin bowl Oh ball of fate, in parabole !

Ten thousand overs dare your drive in vain.

Man marks the earth with whitewash, his control

stops at the stumps and balls you soon shall gain.

The wickets are your prey, and it is plain

your shadow spins so fast that not a sole

batsman’s left before that drop of rain

calls the inning’s toss and sweeps each soul

back to the pavilion whence it came.  

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6 August 1991 Jonathan Robin

Brahma Revisited

The ear which hears is pre-attuned in heaven,
The eye which sees prevision hath ere birth.

‘Festus’ Philip James Bailey


« I am that which began;
of me the years roll
Out of me God and man;
I am equal and whole »

Algernon C. Swinburne  Hertha

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Brahma                                        

If the red slayer think he slays,         

or if the slain think he is slain,            

they know not well the subtle ways   

I keep, and pass, and turn again.         

Far or forget to me is near;                 

Shadow and sunlight are the same;    

The vanquished gods to me appear;   

And one to me are shame and fame.    

They reckon ill who leave me out;

When me they fly   I am the wings;          

I am the doubter and the doubt,   

 And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.    

The strong gods pine for my abode,     

And pine in vain the sacred Seven;         

 But thou, meek lover of the good !      

Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.    

 Ralph Waldo Emerson   1803_1882    

Brahma – after Emerson  

Truth on logic seldom grows  

Life’s curtain opens but to close,

each a poor player is who struts

on stage an hour, -   age little shows

of infant promise, fizzles, phuts.    

The dice are loaded that man throws, -

grim Destiny’s unkindest cuts, -

Time’s river ever onward flows,

as all slide through predestined ruts.  

Life’ s whys and wherefores no-one knows,

save I : its ins and outs, ifs buts,

blind Reason never can disclose, - l

ife’s sacred secret sweet rebuts.  

For truth on logic seldom grows,

its adepts oft are selfish scuts,

Love’s instincts only never close

the door to peace that all else shuts.  

Jonathan Robin   22 May   1982


I'm garden, rose, green grass and bedrock earth,
grave gardener below, on high G mirth,
the worm that quirms its epiderm from birth
the rain, the clouds, the crowds who praise its girth, -
Beginning, in between, end margin's mirth ...

JR 20070124

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Brahma - The Reply


Some in ecstatic vision caught,
Of things together thrown,
Confound the thinker with the thought,
The knower with the known.

Borne upward on a timeless wing,
They seek the central sun,
Where anything is everything,
The Many are the One.


Thomas Thornley
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I am the Flute

I am the flute of the universe
Eternally waking
To ever more glorious music.

Yet I am not the flute of the universe
But the breath that moves through it
Evoking its song.

Yet I am not the breath,
But the breather.

Yet I am infinitely more than the breather
As sound is more than music
And music is more than one song.

So there I have lost myself
And yet have not ceased to be
Since I am both the lost and the loser.

Or perhaps I am neither.

Carol Hadley
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Brahma's Mutton

If the fat butcher thinks he slays,
Or he – the mutton – thinks he’s slain,
Why, “troth is truth,” the eater says _
“I’ll come, and cut and come again.”

To hungry wolves that on him leer
Mutton is cheap, and sheep the same,
No famished god would at him sneer –
To famine, chops are more than fame.

Who hiss at him, him but assures
That they are geese, but wanting wings –
Your coat is his whose life is yours,
And baa ! the hymen the mutton sings

Ye curs, and gods of grander blood,
And you, ye Paddies fresh from Cork,
Come taste, ye lovers of the good –
Eat ! Stuff ! and turn your back on pork.

Uknown Author
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Penetralia  I am a part of all you see
In Nature; part of all you feel:
I am the impact of the bee
Upon the blossom; in the tree
I am the sap, - that shall reveal
The leaf, the bloom, - that flows and flutes
Up from the darkness through its roots.
 
I am the vermeil of the rose,
The perfume breathing in its veins;
The gold within the mist that glows
Along the west and overflows
With light the heaven; the dew that rains
Its freshness down and strings with spheres
Of wet the webs and oaten ears.
 
I am the egg that folds the bird;
The song that beaks and breaks its shell;
The laughter and the wandering word
The water says; and, dimly heard,
The music of the blossom's bell
When soft winds swing it; and the sound
Of grass slow-creeping o'er the ground.
 
I am the warmth, the honey-scent
That throats with spice each lily-bud
That opens, white with wonderment,
Beneath the moon; or, downward bent,
Sleeps with a moth beneath its hood:
I am the dream that haunts it too,
That crystallizes into dew.
 
I am the seed within the pod;
The worm within its closed cocoon:
The wings within the circling clod,
The germ, that gropes through soil and sod
To beauty, radiant in the noon:
I am all these, behold ! and more -
I am the love at the world-heart's core.  

Madison Julius CAWEIN   1865_1914

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An American

The American Spirit speaks:

"If the Led Striker call it a strike,
Or the papers call it a war,
They know not much what I am like,
Nor what he is, my Avatar."

Through many roads, by me possessed,
He shambles forth in cosmic guise;
He is the Jester and the Jest,
And he the Text himself applies.

The Celt is in his heart and hand,
The Gaul is in his brain and nerve;
Where, cosmopolitanly planned,
He guards the Redskin's dry reserve.

His easy unswept hearth he lends
From Labrador to Guadeloupe;
Till, elbowed out by sloven friends,
He camps, at sufferance, on the stoop.

Calm-eyed he scoffs at sword and crown,
Or panic-blinded stabs and slays:
Blatant he bids the world bow down,
Or cringing begs a crust of praise;

Or, sombre-drunk, at mine and mart,
He dubs his dreary brethren Kings.
His hands are black with blood  -  his heart
Leaps, as a babe's, at little things.

But, through the shift of mood and mood,
Mine ancient humour saves him whole  -
The cynic devil in his blood
That bids him mock his hurrying soul;

That bids him flout the Law he makes,
That bids him make the Law he flouts,
Till, dazed by many doubts, he wakes
The drumming guns that  -  have no doubts;

That checks him foolish  -  hot and fond,
That chuckles through his deepest ire,
That gilds the slough of his despond
But dims the goal of his desire;

Inopportune, shrill-accented,
The acrid Asiatic mirth
That leaves him, careless 'mid his dead,
The scandal of the elder earth.

How shall he clear himself, how reach
Your bar or weighed defence prefer ?
A brother hedged with alien speech
And lacking all interpreter.

Which knowledge vexes him a space;
But while Reproof around him rings,
He turns a keen untroubled face
Home, to the instant need of things.

Enslaved, illogical, elate,
He greets th' embarrassed Gods, nor fears
To shake the iron hand of Fate
Or match with Destiny for beers.

Lo, imperturbable he rules,
Unkempt, disreputable, vast  -
And, in the teeth of all the schools,
I  -  I shall save him at the last !

Rudyard KIPLING Parody Ralph Waldo EMERSON - Brahma

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Out of the Silence

Lo ! in the vigils of the night, ere sped
The first bright arrows from the Orient shed,
The heart of Silence trembled into sound,
And out of Vastness came a Voice, which said:

I AM alone; thou only art in Me:
I am the stream of Life that flows through thee:
I comprehend all substance, fill all space:
I am pure Being, by whom all things be.

I am thy Dawn, from darkness to release:
I am the Deep, wherein thy sorrows cease:
Be still ! be still ! and know that I am God:
Acquaint thyself with Me, and be at peace !

I am the Silence that is more than sound:
If therewithin thou lose thee, thou art found:
The stormless, shoreless Ocean, which is I -
Thou canst not breathe, but in its bosom drowned.

I am all Love: there is naught else but I:
I am all Power: the rest is phantasy:
Evil, and anguish, sorrow, death, and hell -
These are the fear-flung shadows of a lie.

Arraign not Mine Omnipotence, to say
That aught beside in earth or heaven hath sway !
The powers of darkness are not: that which is
Abideth: these but vaunt them for a day.

Know thou thyself: as thou hast learned of Me,
I made thee three in one, and one in three -
Spirit and Mind and Form, immortal Whole,
Divine and undivided Trinity.

Seek not to break the triple bond assigned
Mind sees by Spirit: Body moves by Mind:
Divorced from Spirit, both way-wildered fall -
Leader and led, the blindfold and the blind.

Look not without thee: thou hast that within,
Makes whole thy sickness, impotent thy sin:
Survey thy forces, rally to thyself:
That which thou would’st not hath no power to win.

I, God, enfold thee like an atmosphere:
Thou to thyself wert never yet more near:
Think not to shun Me: whither would’st thou fly ?
Nor go not hence to seek Me: I am here.

RHOADES James 1841_1923
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 The Ancient Elf

I am the maker,
The builder, the breaker,
The eagle-winged helper,
The speedy forsaker !

The lance and the lyre,
The water, the fire,
The tooth of oppression,
The lip of desire !

The snare and the wing,
The honey, the sting!
When you seek for me — look
For a different thing !

I, careless and gay,
Never mean what I say,
For my thoughts and my eyes
Look the opposite way !

James STEPHENS  1882_1950  

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Hertha 

I am that which began;
Out of me the years roll;
Out of me God and man;
I am equal and whole;
God changes, and man, and the form of them bodily; I am the soul.

Before ever land was,
Before ever the sea,
Or soft hair of the grass,
    Or fair limbs of the tree,
    Or the fresh-coloured fruit of my branches, I was, and thy soul was in me.

First life on my sources
First drifted and swam;
Out of me are the forces
   That save it or damn;

Out of me man and woman, and wild -beast and bird; before God was, I am.

  Beside or above me
  Nought is there to go;
    Love or unlove me,
   Unknow me or know,

I am that which unloves me and loves; I am stricken, and I am the blow.

  I the mark that is missed
  And the arrows that miss,
    I the mouth that is kissed
    And the breath in the kiss,

The search, and the sought, and the seeker, the soul and the body that is

  I am that thing which blesses
  My spirit elate;
    That which caresses
    With hands uncreate

My limbs unbegotten that measure the length of the measure of fate.

  But what thing dost thou now,
  Looking Godward, to cry
    "I am I, thou art thou,
    I am low, thou art high" ?

I am thou, whom thou seekest to find him; find thou but thyself,   thou art I.

  I the grain and the furrow,
  The plough-cloven clod
    And the ploughshare drawn thorough,
    The germ and the sod,

The deed and the doer, the seed and the sower, the dust which is God.

  Hast thou known how I fashioned thee,
  Child, underground ?
   Fire that impassioned thee,
   Iron that bound,

Dim changes of water,what thing of all these hast thou known of or found ?

  Canst thou say in thine heart
  Thou hast seen with thine eyes
   With what cunning of art
   Thou wast wrought in what wise,

By what force of what stuff thou wast shapen, and shown on my breast to the skies ?

  Who hath given, who hath sold it thee,
  Knowledge of me ?
  Hath the wilderness told it thee ?
   Hast thou learnt of the sea ?

Hast thou communed in spirit with night ?  have the winds taken counsel with thee ?

  Have I set such a star
  To show light on thy brow
   That thou sawest from afar
   What I show to thee now ?

Have ye spoken as brethren together, the sun and the mountains and thou ?

  What is here, dost thou know it ?
  What was, hast thou known ?
    Prophet nor poet
   Nor tripod nor throne
Nor spirit nor flesh can make answer, but only thy mother alone.

  Mother, not maker,
  Born, and not made;
   Though her children forsake her,
   Allured or afraid,
Praying prayers to the God of their fashion, she stirs not for all that have  prayed

A creed is a rod, And a crown is of night;
But this thing is God,  To be man with thy might,
To grow straight in the strength of thy spirit, and live out thy life as the light.

I am in thee to save thee,
  As my soul in thee saith;
    Give thou as I gave thee,
    Thy life-blood and breath,
Green leaves of thy labour, white flowers of thy thought, and red fruit of thy death

Be the ways of thy giving
As mine were to thee;
   The free life of thy living,
   Be the gift of it free;
Not as servant to lord, nor as master to slave, shalt thou give thee to me.

O children of banishment,
Souls overcast,
    Were the lights ye see vanish meant
   Alway to last,
Ye would know not the sun overshining the shadows and stars overpast.

I that saw where ye trod
The dim paths of the night
    Set the shadow called God
   In your skies to give light;
  But the morning of manhood is risen, and the shadowless soul is in sight.

The tree many-rooted
That swells to the sky
    With frondage red-fruited,
   The life-tree am I;
In the buds of your lives is the sap of my leaves: ye shall live and not die.

But the Gods of your fashion

That take and that give,
  In their pity and passion
  That scourge and forgive,
They are worms that are bred in the bark that falls off; they

shall die and not  live.

My own blood is what stanches
The wounds in my bark;
  Stars caught in my branches
  Make day of the dark,
And are worshipped as suns till the sunrise shall tread out their fires as a spark.

Where dead ages hide under The live roots of the tree,
In my darkness the thunder Makes utterance of me;
In the clash of my boughs with each other ye hear the waves sound of the sea

That noise is of Time,

As his feathers are spread
  And his feet set to climb
  Through the boughs overhead,
And my foliage rings round him and rustles, and branches are bent with his  tread.

The storm-winds of ages

Blow through me and cease,
  The war-wind that rages,
  The spring-wind of peace,
Ere the breath of them roughen my tresses, ere one of my blossoms increase.

All sounds of all changes,
All shadows and lights
  On the world's mountain-ranges
  And stream-riven heights,
Whose tongue is the wind's tongue and language of storm-clouds on earth-shaking nights;

All forms of all faces,
All works of all hands
  In unsearchable places
  Of time-stricken lands,
All death and all life, and all reigns and all ruins, drop through me as sands.

Though sore be my burden
And more than ye know,
  And my growth have no guerdon
  But only to grow,
Yet I fail not of growing for lightnings above me or deathworms below.

These too have their part in me,
As I too in these;
  Such fire is at heart in me,
  Such sap is this tree's,
Which hath in it all sounds and all secrets of infinite lands and of seas.

In the spring-coloured hours
When my mind was as May's,
  There brake forth of me flowers
  By centuries of days,
Strong blossoms with perfume of manhood, shot out from my spirit as rays.

And the sound of them springing And smell of their shoots
 Were as warmth and sweet singing And strength to my roots;
And the lives of my children made perfect with freedom of soul were my fruits

I bid you but be;
I have need not of prayer;
  I have need of you free
  As your mouths of mine air;
That my heart may be greater within me, beholding the fruits of me fair.

More fair than strange fruit is
Of faiths ye espouse;
  In me only the root is
  That blooms in your boughs;
Behold now your God that ye made you, to feed him with faith of your vows.

In the darkening and whitening
Abysses adored,
  With dayspring and lightning
  For lamp and for sword,
God thunders in heaven, and his angels are red with the wrath of the Lord.

O my sons, O too dutiful
Toward Gods not of me,
  Was not I enough beautiful ?
  Was it hard to be free ?
For behold, I am with you, am in you and of you; look forth now and see.

Lo, winged with world's wonders,
With miracles shod,
  With the fires of his thunders
  For raiment and rod,
God trembles in heaven, and his angels are white with the terror of God.

For his twilight is come on him,
His anguish is here;
  And his spirits gaze dumb on him,
  Grown grey from his fear;
And his hour taketh hold on him stricken, the last of his infinite year.

Thought made him and breaks him,
Truth slays and forgives;
  But to you, as time takes him,
  This new thing it gives,
Even love, the beloved Republic, that feeds upon freedom and lives.

For truth only is living,
Truth only is whole,
  And the love of his giving,
  Man's polestar and pole;
Man, pulse of my centre, and fruit of my body, and seed of my soul.

One birth of my bosom;
One beam of mine eye;
  One topmost blossom
  That scales the sky;
Man, equal and one with me, man that is made of me, man that is I.

Algernon Charles SWINBURNE 1837_1909
Songs before Sunrise, 1871.
 

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  Midnight-x-Rose
  June 18
  
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  Ooooh very long, but very well wrote. I do like the way you started it, though honestly I was slightly confused. Nice rhythmn.
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  TwilightBloodRuns
  May 12
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  sorry buddy that is waywaywaywayway WAY too many lines.
  And I have suspicions of this poem's authenticity, but I cant let it in anyways.
  The max lines is 50.
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  whispernthedark
  May 10
  
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  Yes, this is a poem that commands several readings. Thank you for entering the contest, good luck.
  
  ♥
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  Roaddog Wolf
  May 8
  
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  WOW!

  I must be honest, first by saying, I am not sure my mind has the depth to comprehend this in it's entirety, aside from it being very long, there is great depth in this write, obviously.
  Second of all, It would be insulting for me to try and comment after only one read of this piece, I am not sure if I can comment with any better words to say after reading it a second or third time or even more, but I will have to read this again at least once more before I even attempt to critique it.
  I would like to gain some understanding of it, as I am sure there is plenty worth absorbing. I will be back to read this before final judging of this contest.
  Best regards,
  David

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• Xqzt
  May 5
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  Om.
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• Craven Rosewood
  April 30
  
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  It doesn't fit and yet it does

  It doesn't seem to fit in the contest guidelines, yet it still has that feel that it belongs somehow, and it was far too long. By the time I finished I had forgotten the first half, may I suggest shorter works in the future?( I'll be adding a line limit to my next contest)lol
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  Night Hope
  April 25
  
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  Woot!!!
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  walkingstick98
  April 25
  
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  This is in my top five all time favorite poems written on allpoetry. I absolutely love it beginning to end. You have a remarkable way with words and your ability to tell a story is amazing. Great job with this one
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  Heavens Child
  April 25
  
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  At last I reached the end of the piece, to see the author's name and the first thought that came to mind was 'of course'. Only you could compose something so deep and rich, while at the same time challenging your audience to grow in understanding. Your technique is brilliant and engaging. Thank you for entering
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  aslanlight
  April 22
  
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  This is brimming over with beautiful imagery and thoughts, most of which I've thought myself in my own unique perspective. Thanks for entering it.
  
  Peace Georgia

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  Poetess12
  April 19
  
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  This poem is very interesting. it's well written. I like how you highlight areas of your poem. "With empathy flowing both forwards and back
  I feed from my need, live from need to give back."
  this is a good line. and the acrostic "Let there be hope" really adds to the poem. A very good poem. Thanks for your entry.

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  raspberry
  April 17
  
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  let me take some time before i read this fully.. in a hurry rite now.. anyways.. congrats on the big award!! Would love to read this in depth.. will com,e back..

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  maa
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  congratulations on a triple gold !
  
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    aslanlight
    April 19
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    What a delightful picture!
    
    Peace Georgia
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  wingsofgold25
  April 15
  
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  Let me say right off you are an excellent poet show lots of tallent. But I must be honest with you I have read the complete piece but by the time I got to the end I forgot what the beginning was.
  I have 99 more to comment on as soon as I am finished I will come back and read this again and make a new comment.
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  Desire
  April 14
  
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  Oh My Word!!

  Love the Words of Wisdom and message from within to share and Enlighten~ be touched by the energy woven within strands of each line
  
  I could have sworn I inhaled this Gem before~
  and Happy to have inhaled this again
  Brilliant rhyme~internal external...
  just quilted this verse Beautifully
  
  These lines grabbed!
  Tweedledee and Tweedledum AM I, of everything the sum :
  the Past, the Future yet to come - (or is it HAS BEEN’s martyrdom ?).
  I am the beat of distant drum which, omnipresent, all must numb.
  Styletes and the common scrum AM I, the bread loaf, missing crumb,
  vein, blood’s flood, patient, leach, joy, glum,
  the hermit’s hut, the meddlesome, heresy, sacerdotium.
  I Lethe am, Life’s opium, - still for serenity all come ...
  Wow!!
  
  Thank You for sharing Your Heart and Spirit~
  Many blessings to You in the contest Sweet Soul
  Best wishes too
  and much love~ Desire~*~
  
  

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• Cover Fire Hero
  April 13
  
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  Amazing stuff man. Seemed like gnostic writing to me. I wrote a poem very similar to this one too but I think you did a better job, if even it did drag on in some parts a little. It shows you have a deep understanding of the mystery (that consumes the evident pseudonym). If you want to check out the poem I was talking about it's called The Dramatic Tragic Epic Comic Poetic of all time.
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  maa
  April 11
  
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  welcome to my indian philosophy contest !
  this entry will be hard to beat, I'm afraid ...
  let's see if there are some courageous ones who'll dare ...
  
  
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  Jack22
  April 9
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  Very good.. but a little long. it was very enjoyable, though!

  
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  maa
  April 9
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  standing ovation

  what else than “outstanding !” may I say – and even that would not be enough …
  you did well to submit this masterpiece of integrated philosophy here, since it is based on concepts that I am quite familiar with, and that you have revisited in a way that probably nobody ever has before … what I like most about your “exercice de style”, as you might name it, is the fact that you seem to play with those concepts very lightheartedly – yet, only one who has captured the deeper meaning behind these wisdom-teachings, is able to jungle the way you just showed us …
  I am truly impressed about your uncomparable gift and talent …
  you’re a genius … but you know that anyway …
  
  maa
  
  ps. sorry, no clappies this time, it seems I have already clapped a little while ago ... so the system blocks this function ...
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  cherche -d -ame
  April 8
  
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  each time I happen upon this ,I read a bit more....starting over with what I already read previously as to refresh my brain....then the new part sinks in and begins to make sense....and here I am once again revisiting Brahma [a little bit at a time]reading and trying to comprehend. Just imagine-----youwere this intelligent 26 years ago. At that time I had no idea whom or what Brahma was, but goes to show that we live to learn....and this piece gives a LOT to learn [it must be one of your greatest achievements]
  I will be back and back and back again. Seldom have the time to do this all in one sitting unfortunatelyBest wishes,
  reenie

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  2lullabyhaven
  April 6
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  I adore your poem, but what form, is it? thank you.
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  B Tha Revolution
  April 5
  
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  I read this one before I seems, thanks for the notes it really helped understanding the poem. Thank you for entering and good luck too you in the contest.
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  B Tha Revolution
  March 19
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  this a very deep poem, alot to read though however I enjoyed it. thanks for entering and good luck.
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  Luminescence
  March 17
  
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  Thank you for entering but unfortunatly I have the attention span of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and I could read it all... I didn't want to lie and give you some made-up score... I can't score this... sorry...
  
  ~Luminescence
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  Thedamned77
  February 11
  
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  Great write

  This was a really deep poem but I have to say i really struggled getting through it. I know I said no length limit but I'm ADD and this was just a little too long and confusing to me. I wasnt sure which part i was supposed to judge. It was stunning and some of your theories and thoughts were wonderful. I really loved this part:
  Before first Jack and Jill went up and down the hill,
  before the first drops’ spill from sky to sea to fill
  the oceans and fulfill Life’s need to breed, instill,
  from the first eve until last dawn I work my Will, -
  through Cause/Effect yet still for parallels there’s room.
  
  I captain am and crew, both horse and rider too,
  combining we and you, Past, Future, and thereto
  add Time itself which to itself must e’er accrue
  until implosion will explosion launch anew
  as cycles curlicue. Life’s bride I’m, yet Death’s groom.
  
  That part is really great. This poem is amazing and thoughtful and deep but it was just so hard to get through. Thank you for entering.
  
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  One Angry Monkey
  February 5
  
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  Well, i did say "within reason" in regards to length. I can't say that i've read it all just yet, but thanks for the entry and i'll do my best to have it read soon.
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  LadyUnique
  January 17
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  you've put a lot of work into this and it shows
  thank you for your entry and best of luck
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  Rebekah-Ann
  January 11
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  Thanks for entering *grin*
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  RedwingSpirit
  January 8
  
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  wOW THAT WAS VERY CREATIVE DANG CAPS lol Congratulations on the two Gold trophies. Thank you for taking the time to enter this into my contest.
  I wish you the best of luck.
  
  Redwing Spirit
  
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  Celticmoon
  December 27, 2007
  
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  Sorry for the delay in judging; and thank you for taking the time to enter. I wish you the best of luck in the contest!
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  JM Kenyon
  December 22, 2007
  
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  My computer chose while I was commenting on your poem to misbehave This poem should have been added to the finalists list but never made it there. SO very sorry. s and best wishes always...~Genie~
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  ThePinwheel
  December 14, 2007
  
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  Brahma Revisited is exhausting and fantastic all in the same. I have never been exposed to so many descriptive examples in my life! And it makes my brain pound.
  Excellent job, i would never have the stamina.

  
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  Mommas Fallen Angel
  December 7, 2007
  
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  HOLY COW BATMAN! THIS IS FREAKIN LONG! To be honest I didn't get through all of it. Not because I didn't like it, but because I have a really short attention span lol. But I didn't have to read all of it. What I got through was enough for me. It was amazing. I've never read anything like it. It takes REAL tallent to write something like this. I'm got going to rate you just yet. It wouldn't be fair because I didn't read the whole poem. But I'm going to come back to it and read the rest of it. I promise.
  Megan
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  rocklover91
  November 27, 2007
  
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  wow...

  this is great! a little long, but still, it was great! anyway, you forgot to give me your name, so could you please reply to this and you'll be fine... great job and best of luck in this contest!
  ~rocklover91
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  Griswold
  November 13, 2007
  
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  Good lord, this is just way too long, I couldnt get through the poem and the notes were just as bad, I guess I have a really short attention span tonight...Scott
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  Artemis Gem
  November 6, 2007
  
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  longgggg
  
  but ah ha! I actually know who brahma is so I feel special. well written
  
  pegleg
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  TheAshtrayGirl
  October 28, 2007
  
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  :)

  WOW
  I cannot find words good enought to describe
  This poem
  It is purely amazing!
  Thanks for entering my contest
  Jaz <3
• sociaL IntollErance
  October 22, 2007
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  a long thought provoking write.
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  Janice M Pickett
  October 18, 2007
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  A very thought provoking write here. Yes I will include it as the end poem.

  Thank you for sharing this. I will be glad to use it.
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  slipperssun
  October 13, 2007
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  can only read bits and pieces in this one... i can't believe that the authors notes are nearly as long as the write you pennned.. i agree with many that the rhyme is great and draws you in but the length takes away from that ... thank you for entering my contest and i wish you well in life
  cheers
  Jen

  
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  sshevak
  October 7, 2007
  
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  Very intriguing and clever

  Fascinating, Yonassan-- from the little I could actually read, it's sooo long... You know I have no patience for reading, but I'll make my best to go over it a little each day..

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• nerd42189
  October 6, 2007
  
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  this is one of the best poems if not the best poem i have ever read it was amazing and it was endless timeless and incredibly mindful you have an amazing talent and i can almost safely say congrats on winning even though its not official and hope to read more of your work soon. I am honered to have your piece in my very first contest.

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  renizzle
  October 2, 2007
  
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  Crafted with mastery. Something I'd expect to read in my English class as an assigned reading of a timeless piece.
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  Warrior-Eagle
  September 23, 2007
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  This was a cool read.
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  Earthmagick
  September 13, 2007
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  Holy cow.

  I mean....chicken. I don't even know what to say. You are totally out of my league. You have 178 trophies. Do you know how many trophies that is? 178. I have like 9 or something. I'll tell you what, I'll give you one if you give me 12. Sounds fair to me Thanx for entering ~ Aurora
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  poet girl
  September 7, 2007