Every house needs windows for people to feel good inside.
The light and great vistas whispered through the windows
create a good feeling in the dweller.
I hope that the moderators will allow these 'windows' of mine to stay in this Thread
for all buildings enjoy windows
28/09/2015
I plowed the land of thought
I plowed the land of thought
And seeded it from a sack of imaginations
Fields of assumptions sprouted and blossomed
Waving in the winds of observation
Before harvesting
And plowing again
But nothing was to my content
Even if at times the harvest felt good
Until after a thousand generations I understood
That it is my self that I plow and seed and harvest
Preparing myself to become
A true seed
Originally posted by URIKORN
I wrote this post under the thread about Corey Goode
anticipating that the 'MANAGEMENT' will decide to separate milk from meat,
hoping that IT will feel the reasoning.
I failed.
No hard feelings. Just a third bitter third amused third sad smile
Last edited by URIKORN, 28th September 2015 at 06:37.
URIKORN, you often post your poetry in the Corey thread. I don't believe anyone sees a need to move it. They would if you requested it. (This isn't exactly a kosher community).
My husband and I were just discussing windows and what a luxury they used to be. When my house was built 80+ years ago it's windows were considered large and luxurious.
I had a very interesting dream where I was looking at a mirror and realized that it was a window.
Are you happy with your building so far?
URIKORN (30th September 2015)
Actually, I have moved URIKORN's poetry posts from the Open Your Mind - Corey Goode & David Wilcock - Sunday 28th June 2015 thread to this one, because we created this thread here specifically for that purpose, and the poetry posts were off-topic for the other thread, and shifting the focus of the thread too much away from the actual subject and onto URIKORN.
There's nothing wrong with someone posting a poem (or even a song) on any particular thread, or perhaps two or three poems or songs. But in this case, there were 18 (!) of them in the last 15 pages or so of that thread — I didn't even check the pages which came before that. I was actually already in the process of marking the poetry/musings posts for relocation, and by the time I had marked and moved the posts, URIKORN had already posted three more poems to the same thread. The word "saturation" springs to mind.
Still, we feel that URIKORN's musings have value, and that there is a place for them. And given that we created that place here, in this thread — which was split off from an earlier thread which attracted lots of negativity — I have moved those posts over to this thread now.
= DEATH BEFORE DISHONOR =
Dreamtimer (29th September 2015)
Samson said to them, "If you had not plowed with my heifer, you would not have solved my riddle." -- Judges 14:18
I had to throw that out there. Probably my favorite Bible verse ever.
Aragorn (29th September 2015), Dreamtimer (29th September 2015)
05/09/2015
In the end, so I heard, the High alone will remain
From myself to myself
That is a limited cycle
Self limiting life
From myself to my higher self and back to my self
That is an expanded cycle
Where inspiration enters and directions for action
From myself through my higher self to the High and back to my self
That is a still expanded and deeper cycle
Where inner alchemy starts its transforming work
In the end
So I heard people say
The high alone will remain
* What are your contacts in life ?
Are you mainly connected to Self-to-Self people and products ?
Do you seek to challenge yourself with higher cycles ?
How far do you feel urged to stretch yourself ?
Yet do not over stretch. Do not. It is a waste of time and effort,
Except as a lesson that it is waste of time and effort.
How do we find the living balance between submission and ambition ?
Aragorn (5th October 2015)
"How do we find the living balance between submission and ambition ?"
Responsibility.
Submission can lead to the abdication of responsibility.
Ambition can lead to the same.
Balance lies in responsibility. For what you think, do and say.
12.12.2015
To Fix Uri
Uri is broken
We have to fix Uri
Who will fix Uri
Uri will fix Uri
For who cares about Uri
More than Uri
And who suffers more from Uri's bugs
Than Uri
And who knows them better than him
And if Uri does not care for Uri
Why should anyone else care for Uri
Especially as all others
Have their things
To fix
Last edited by URIKORN, 14th December 2015 at 04:16.
Indeed. My problems and my solutions are my own. My victories and failures are my own.
Learning to ask for and how to take advice is a good practice.
An essential part of fixing oneself is indeed being attentive to any source of learning
including negative examples
A Sufi dictum:
Learn from the misfortunes of others
So that others will not learn from yours
Taking in a good advice requires a taker
reno (14th December 2015)
Aus dem Mautnawi
Hör' auf der Flöte Rohr, was es verkündet,
Hör wie es klagt, von Sehnsuchtsschmerz entzündet:
"als man mich abschnitt am beschilften See.
Da weinte alle Welt bei meinem Weh.
Ich such' ein sehnend Herz, in dessen Munde
Ich giesse meines Trennungsleides Kunde:
Sehnt doch nach des Zusammenweilens Glück
der Heimatferne allzeit sich zurück.
Klagend durchzog ich drum die weite Welt,
und Schlechtem bald, bald Gutem beigesellt,
galt jedem ich als Freund und als Gefährte
und keiner fragte, was mein Herz beschwerte.
Und doch so fern ist's meiner Klage nicht,
den Sinnen noch fehlt der Erkenntnis Licht.
So sind auch Seel' und Leib einander klar,
Doch welchem Aug' stellt' je ein Geist sich dar?"
Kein Hauch, kein Feuer sich dem Rohr entwindet.
Verderben dem, den diese Glut nicht zündet
Der Liebe Glut ist's, sie im Rohre saust,
Der Liebe Seufzen, das im Wein aufbraust.
Getrenntet Liebenden Gefährten sie,
zerreist das Innerste die Melodie.
Als Gift-, als Gegengift stets unvergleichlich,
An Mitgefühl und Sehnsucht unerreichlich,
Gibt sie vom Pfad im Blute uns Bericht,
von Medschnuns Liebe singt sie manch' Gedicht.
Vertraut mit diesem Sinn ist nur der Tor,
Gleichwie der Zunge Kundsmann nur das Ohr.
In Leid sind unsre Tage hingeflogen,
und mit den Tagen Plagen mitgezogen !
Und ziehen die Tage, lass sie ziehen in Ruh',
O du der Reinen Reinster, daure du !
Den Fisch nur sättigt nie die Flut,
doch lang sind des Darbenden Tage, lang und bang.
Aber mein Wort sei kurz; verstehst doch nicht
der Rohe, was der Vielgeprüfte spricht.
Dichter-Übersetzer unbekannt.
New Land
When you walk to a New Land
A land you have never been in before
(A land that most people around you have stopped long ago
to dream about as a feasible goal)
And maybe, as some say, you've been there but forgot, like everyone else
And you are not truly sure that this Dream Land exists
Because it is such a subtle energy in your imagination, mind and body
And this subtle feeling has to compete with the overwhelming impact of the physical senses
And this land, for you, exists yet not
- Often it feels it is just an inch away, almost touchable –
And years and years and years you dream of her and strive in action
And still it eludes you, still away from you
Yet still you feel it is worthwhile to devote this life of yours to reach it in earnest
To become New yourself, to re born anew
And you do not know when you will reach it
And how can you ?
And if one day it will happen and your dream will come true
You will say to yourself with a sly smile:
This was one hell of a journey
Not too difficult
(just fifty or whatever years of a sustained striving)
But you had to give it all
Because how everything can become new
If you do not submit all that is you to this process
And how can all your clothes become clean
If you fail to put all of them in the laundry machine ?
And as I sail in my imagination
I think of myself arriving and saying to myself:
What an Ancient Land this New Land is
To the following I listned after writing the above "New Land" :
Are You Awake? Or Just Informed
Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZeiPkySnclg
The text of the above:
Are You Awake? Or Just Informed
by Zen Gardner - Mar 4, 2016
http://www.zengardner.com/are-you-aw...just-informed/
And why not this too:
I get out - lauren hill lyrics
Last edited by URIKORN, 12th March 2016 at 09:54.
Aianawa (12th March 2016)
01/04/2016
Black crows fall dead to earth in the Hour of Senecio
I imagined ourselves
The simple many
Diving inside
Each man to his essence
Each woman to her core
Resolving in our hearts :
Enough with this slavery
Enough playing meak to Authority
Henceforth I vow to lead the life of a sovereign entity
Learning to itself
Not lying to itself
Not paying lip service nor parroting conventional truths
Not saying "I understand" what I do not
And I imagined a cloud of Senecios
A plenty Senecios of light
Emerging in the power of creation come free
Each Senecio a man
Each Senecio a woman
A huge flower exploding in richness of stunning beauty
A slow harmonious explosion of life and intelligence
That only adds
Only builds
Explosion that does not destroy
A flourishing that will never end
Drawing its vitality from the Springs of Everness
And black crows
That ruled our lives a minute ago
- That we let them this rule –
Are falling dead to the ground
One by one
They desired to make us flowers made of plastic
We answered them with Senecios of Love
Understanding The New World Order – The Who, What, How and Why
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dunj8MLkd3c
http://wakeup-world.com/2016/03/31/u...t-how-and-why/
Aragorn (1st April 2016), Dreamtimer (1st April 2016)
That's a very nice poem, URIKORN. Thank you for sharing.
URIKORN (1st April 2016)
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