According to Quantum Physicists; what creates the world? : ENERGY
Description of energy:
-can never be created and destroyed
-always was and always has been
-everything that ever existed always exists
-it’s moving in the form and through form and out of form
According to Theologian; what created the universe? : GOD
Description of GOD:
-Always was and always has been
- Never can be created or destroyed
-All that ever was and always will be
- Always moving into form, thru form and all other forms
=Same Description just different terminology!
We are all spiritual beings, an energy field operating in a larger energy field… We are all connected…We just couldn’t see it!!!
Do you believe that words just get into your mind every-3'oclock in the morning?...well,enjoy browsing and discover my train of thoughts on anything that comes to my mind. *SALAM*
Monday, May 30, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Ve’at (english translation)
One of my favorite songs in it's english translation...ilove it!
AND YOU
The day that shattered over me,
made me too tough.
I forgot myself and surely
I was, I was not me.
I’ll close my past and turn my back ,
and no one will be able to touch me again,
in the depths of my heart
I made a mistake, I was not myself.
Emptiness will not hit me again,
the reality that awaits.
I will not cry again,
that I’d be consoled
a little. . .
AND YOU
The day that shattered over me,
made me too tough.
I forgot myself and surely
I was, I was not me.
I’ll close my past and turn my back ,
and no one will be able to touch me again,
in the depths of my heart
I made a mistake, I was not myself.
Emptiness will not hit me again,
the reality that awaits.
I will not cry again,
that I’d be consoled
a little. . .
Saturday, May 21, 2011
in memory…;-)
Another poetry from my archived fud4dthots....
Friendship dwells deep
Emotion tied up
So we speak
Diamonds are forever
Raveling the crystals
In the hour
My precise
Individual
Polishing
Tempting
And
There
It
Happened
Quite thoughts
Haunting
Traveling
If
Lover’s Quarrel
At a rendezvous
Pricking
Vis-à-vis
Death
However
It unfurl
Like the
Fullness of
Wonderland
Should a smile be timeless?
Should a tear be allowed to fall?
Should one rely on time to reckon?
Or should this be the hour to slay?
Whatever
Misfortune
No need to
Delve in it
For good things should always be remembered
And ghastly memories are to be buried
Deep
Friendship dwells deep
Emotion tied up
So we speak
Diamonds are forever
Raveling the crystals
In the hour
My precise
Individual
Polishing
Tempting
And
There
It
Happened
Quite thoughts
Haunting
Traveling
If
Lover’s Quarrel
At a rendezvous
Pricking
Vis-à-vis
Death
However
It unfurl
Like the
Fullness of
Wonderland
Should a smile be timeless?
Should a tear be allowed to fall?
Should one rely on time to reckon?
Or should this be the hour to slay?
Whatever
Misfortune
No need to
Delve in it
For good things should always be remembered
And ghastly memories are to be buried
Deep
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
SLOW DANCE
Here's a poem that very well reminds us of time being so valuable...
This poem was written by a terminally
ill young girl in a New York
Hospital . It was sent by a medical
doctor - Make sure to read what is in
the closing statement AFTER THE POEM.
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic
flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading
night?
You better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You’d better slow down
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
Ever told your child,
We’ll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his
sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,’Hi’
You’d better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your
day,
It is like an unopened gift….
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
This poem was written by a terminally
ill young girl in a New York
Hospital . It was sent by a medical
doctor - Make sure to read what is in
the closing statement AFTER THE POEM.
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic
flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading
night?
You better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You’d better slow down
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
Ever told your child,
We’ll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his
sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,’Hi’
You’d better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your
day,
It is like an unopened gift….
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
poetry on 22808
the breeze so cold up here…wishing for a hug to warm my fear…strangers passing by with questions in their eyes…is this lass lonely or is she ending her day sadly?…if only they could hear me so they would just let me be…because even if im alone i am happy….though thoughts of two creatures on my mind’s star feature….weighing heavy from light…i wonder could this take flight?…but i’d rather be happy with someone who will always be there for me….so in times like this when i am lonely, beautiful memories will make me happy.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
on letting go
this is one of the poems I've written years ago...
This nostalgic feeling of blues
Ain’t the reason or clues
On grasping what is true
Hit me, I can’t breathe
Touch me, I weep
Hush hush . . . I just want to sleep
Underneath the sky
We are one
But still, I feel you are gone
You came and I let you passed by
But what the heck,
That was years ago and can’t be undone
Ages ago, the immaturity stage
Crazy, beer bottles and kisses were fake
Now, we are sensible enough to rake
Tell me; tell me . . . I can’t wait
A year ago, I was broken
But I stood up and knew that I would fall again
Too bad, it didn’t reach the verge of feeling the heartbeat
For this time I think another counterfeit
They said when two people are destined to be together
They will really find each other
I do not wish to let go. . .
But I will. . .
Just let me know!!!
Do not be afraid
But I am. . .
Hush hush
Hush
This nostalgic feeling of blues
Ain’t the reason or clues
On grasping what is true
Hit me, I can’t breathe
Touch me, I weep
Hush hush . . . I just want to sleep
Underneath the sky
We are one
But still, I feel you are gone
You came and I let you passed by
But what the heck,
That was years ago and can’t be undone
Ages ago, the immaturity stage
Crazy, beer bottles and kisses were fake
Now, we are sensible enough to rake
Tell me; tell me . . . I can’t wait
A year ago, I was broken
But I stood up and knew that I would fall again
Too bad, it didn’t reach the verge of feeling the heartbeat
For this time I think another counterfeit
They said when two people are destined to be together
They will really find each other
I do not wish to let go. . .
But I will. . .
Just let me know!!!
Do not be afraid
But I am. . .
Hush hush
Hush
Sunday, May 1, 2011
undescriptive hurt
in your silence i hear the perfect words that compliment the sweetest smiles and adds meaning to the very depth of my humanity. . .in your soulful touch embraces the very core thatgives breath and awakens the passion which is embedded underneath my ocean floor…u hit me in awe, undeniably. . .in your eyes, i don’t just see you…i see others inside twinkling the goodness that your wonderful heart can offer; experiencing being ravelled into the kindness yet pure and oh so true when you marvelled as an epitome of what being human should be…LIVING, LOVING, and LEARNING! That how i supposed to remember him creatively.
031308
truths unfurled like a slap on the face, he was a beauty i long to embrace. . .yet change is constant and the twist of fate, haunting violence that a sister made. . .yes, labels were not discussed, but for two soulful persons there should be TRUST. . .and a woman’s guarantee that she is pretty is never physically nor play with others in trickery. . .
031308
truths unfurled like a slap on the face, he was a beauty i long to embrace. . .yet change is constant and the twist of fate, haunting violence that a sister made. . .yes, labels were not discussed, but for two soulful persons there should be TRUST. . .and a woman’s guarantee that she is pretty is never physically nor play with others in trickery. . .
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