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mannley collins Sep 2014
Life in Duality and Non-Duality

Birth is the first gate.
Death is the second gate.
Between these two gates lies the path of life
travelled by all sentient beings.
All are born.
All will die.
Between death and rebirth lies the unameable state
where the next life is chosen, determined by the individual Isnesses
stockpile of accumulated Karmas,
Good and Bad.
All human beings,due to their accumulated Karmas,
both Good and Bad,
must pass through this unameable state
and be reborn into their next life.
All beings accumulated Karmas,Good and Bad,
are assessed in that state and that assessment determines the next life they are  reborn into.
There are NO exceptions to this process ever.
Karmas,Good and Bad,are accumulated in each life.
Karmas ,Good and Bad,are the result of the morality
of each individuals actions.
Karma is of three types.
Good Karma which ties each individual
to the Wheel of Incarnated life,death and rebirth.
Bad Karma which ties each individual
to the Wheel of Incarnated life,death and rebirth.
Neutral Karma is the only way that each individual
to can free themselves from
the Wheel of Incarnated life,death and rebirth.
Both Good and Bad Karmas tie each and every human being
to the endless cycle of birth,life,death and rebirth as a human being.
Only Neutral Karma can free each individual from
the endless cycle of birth,life ,death and rebirth as a human being.
Neutral Karma is only realisable through the practise
of the Six Fundamental Yogas.
Neutral Karma is the only way to erase both Good and Bad Karmas.
The practise of the Six Fundamental Yogas increases the BrainBloodVolume to the level of that of  Foetus in the Womb,which causes the Mind and Conditioned Identity
to dissolve,temporarily or permanently.
Those individuals,female and male equally,
whose practises of the Six Fundamental Yogas cause
the Mind and Conditioned Identity to dissolve temporarily or permanently will enter into union with the Isness of the Universe
as an equal,temporarily or permanently.
Those individual human beings who  pass their lives accumulating Good and Bad Karmas are unable to escape from the endless cycle of birth,life,death and rebirth.
For the overwhelming majority of human beings who refuse to generate Neutral Karma,by practising the Six Fundamental Yogas,life can only be lived, in the state of
Mind created Duality and  Non-Duality.
They are unable to enter into the state of union with the Isness of the Universe as an equal.
The permanent feature of such a life lived in either Duality or Non-Duality is the ceaseless deep suffering of being separated from the Isness of the Universe as an equal.
For those very few human beings who,through the practise of the Six Fundamental Yogas,have dissolved Mind and Conditioned Identity,permanently,life is lived in union with
the Isness of the Universe as an equal.
Life is lived in the state of Experiential Knowingness
which is called Separate and Merged.
They live out their last lives in this realm in union with Isness of the Universe as an equal.

www.thefournobletruthsrevised.co.uk

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There it sits
Waiting
Watching

It's a Yamaha
With a Union-Jack back
The last of it's
Kind

It's been a faithful companion
It came to me
When I was six
Not brand new
But second hand

Through all the tears
All the humiliation
All the pain
All the scoldings
All the belittlings
It stuck through with me
With sweat and blood
Shed on the keys
It didn't complain
When I threw
My tantrums
Banging the keys
Even kicking it once
Or twice
It just waited
And watched me
Till I calmed down
And felt
Stupid
After
I practised
Everyday
And not once
Did it
Complain

It has a really bright
Crystal clear
Sound
With this certain
Energy
And depth

I took great pride
In taking care of it
Polishing it
Every other day
Till it shone
Like a mirror

As time went by
One grade after the other
The practises became
Less and
Less
I didn't care for it
As much as I did
Before
A year passed
Then another

Now I'm fourteen
It's twenty eight
Or more
I've had my share
Of performing
On stage
With all types of pianos
But there was this
One thing
That was different
With my piano
Something it
Lacked

The sound is there
The energy is there
But somehow
When I compare the recordings
My dear piano
Just sounds
Tired...
The touch stickier
The keys start failing
On some days
It sounds
Muted
Always slightly off key
No matter how many times
The piano man comes
This is one patient
The doctor can't treat

Is it possible
That emotions
Can be transferred
To objects?
Has my raging
Over the keyboard
Tired it out
By having to
Express
What I play
And what I
Put
Into the pieces?

It's a piano
Of memories
Of thoughts
Of an inexpressable phenomenon
Called feelings
"Where words fail, music speaks"
I salute you
Dear piano
For allowing me
To express myself
Through the written pieces
You help
Materialize

We have grown together
Walked this long journey together
And with all the memories
Sweat
Blood
Tears
That has made me today
I won't part with
Till the very end,
Dear piano

So shall we continue?
K Balachandran Dec 2015
A colourful butterfly,
male of the species,
utterly romantic,
in his pattern of behaviour,
says it all simply
by the  his style of flight.
It is a kind of skiing
up in the air, as if on ice,
He practises it,  to tail her,
a duty he quite earnestly
took upon himself.

She is visibly pleased about
all the attention she commands,
revealed by  his spectacular aerobatics
her every response, tells it.

With his jittery moves,
he gives her good cover
from other pesky suitors,
with loud painted wings.

By flitting right to left
and then the reverse
he smears colors on her wings
his inadvertent gift, of love,
in the process of the courting ritual.

With his passion, he anoints her,
with all the fervour he could muster,
you'd see him tremble,
with uncontrollable delight.
as he defies the rules of the wind,
hovers over her as if she is vanquished,

Only she,sees it with a pair of different eyes:
"Love makes us both victorious,in this game"
Beautifulchaos Aug 2018
there will be tears,
there will be screams
there will be whispers
there will be dreams.

there will be chaos
and there will be confusion
there will be problems,
until you find a solution.

there will be fake;
and there will be real faces
there will be competition
and there will be races.

there will be angels
and there will be devils
there will be practises
and there will be levels.

there is always reality-
and there is always your vision
so don't ever think
that you're trapped in a prison

you might think that
you have no scope
but remember one thing
that there will always be hope .
No matter where on what stage of life you are , remember whenever you are stuck there is always a way out.
phil roberts May 2016
As so often
I find myself telling the same story
Of a reckless young man
Who skated on thin ice
With every move and decision
A gamble
A spin of the wheel
Risking sanity, soul and life
Spin and spin again
Add passion to the grinding day
Add colour to the morbid grey
Oh, foolish young man
Now that he's old and damaged
Boredom raises it's dull-eyed head
As he practises being dead
Spin and spin again

                                  By Phil Roberts
Maahv Z Nov 2014
the world is too full of people
a lot of practises, norms, traditions
something i can't get along
i have had it in me
languages, oceans, love, seasons
unfed, uncultured
i refuse to open up
to the danger living out there
it might swallow it up
i went away...i subtracted
from all the additions
and madness, jury's, promises
vows, linkages
this silence that i possess is worth a language
of speeches, made up by words
so carefully sewed by grammer, adjectives and nouns
a beautiful place - trees
love, nature, mountains ..child's careless laughter
open yet so concealed
souls sees it - dances it with the sensations
coming out ..like a sun amidst dark clouds
i stay like i care least
shrugging off everything ..and everyone
not of that, not of this
in my heart..i contain all
feeling of beauty ..feltful sadness
converted into deep joys
rivers, cold glaciers into melting snow .
there is much that can be spoken about
it's only..silences in me
take me along..much more
than language with such torn up words
nivek Oct 2015
Two loose teeth and one a molar
Red wine eating the gums

a ferry journey away and fifteen miles of road
there and back again-

The dentist practises the art
that will solve two problems

But you are the same you as last time a loose tooth started to wiggle
and your success at pulling your own teeth, lye dead in the draw.
phil roberts Sep 2016
As so often
I find myself telling the same story
Of a reckless young man
Who skated on thin ice
With every move and decision
A gamble
A spin of the wheel
Risking sanity, soul and life
Spin and spin again
Add passion to the grinding day
Add colour to the morbid grey
Oh, foolish young man
Now that he's old and damaged
Boredom raises it's dull-eyed head
As he practises being dead
Spin and spin again

                                  By Phil Roberts
Monsieur Tickle
A business associate
Of my pater
Me aged four
Monsieur Tickle
Oft would visit our home
And tickle me
And tickle me
And tickle me
At first
I felt tickled
At second
I felt uneasy
At third
I felt scared
I didn't understand
I thought being tickled
Was mean't to be fun
Not of terror
After a while
When Monsieur Tickle visited
I would hide
Just two years ago
I mentioned this
To my sister
Who remembered well
This tickling mister
This sinister mister
Monsieur Tickle
As he tickled her too
And shared the same dread as i
And also shied
And would hide
As he evoked
So much fear
Whenever he was near
Yet he left
Our two brothers alone
(The third had not yet been born)
So whenever
I have to pretend
During acting practises
As part of a creative warm-up
I find myself
Having to act
As the others enjoy
The fun of it
Their own memories
Of being tickled
Untarnished
So i try to pick up on their vibe
Whilst i inwardly cringe
And cry
Monsieur Tickle
Now, no doubt
Lies in the company of worms
Yet still makes me squirm
The vermin now lies
With vermian

by Jemia
a memory of abuse when i was aged just 4yrs old
Big Virge Sep 2021
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England’s STILL A *****... !!!

Linton’s Words of Scripture...
Were Those of Honest Pictures... !!!

That Showed What It Is...
To... Try To Live...
Inna’ English Lands...
When You Are BLACK... !!!

Well Unlike Him...
I Was Born And Raised...
In A Place That CLAIMS...

To Be The... “ GREAT UK “...

Well Britain Or England...
But Now The Ships Sinking...
Because Heads DIDN'T Listen... !?!

To... Linton’s CLEAR Vision...
Cos’ It’s STILL A *****... !!!

A Country FULL of Tricks...
And Working Practises...
That Makes The Masses SLAVE...
To Earn Themselves A Wage...

So That They Can Get A Break...
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While MP’s Pave The Way...
For... CORRUPTION of The State... !!!

So These Words Here Are TRUE... !!!
... England’s STILL A *****... !!!

If You’re NOT IN... “ Their Crew “... !!!

Bureaucrats Who Sit and Plan...
How To Tax and Scam...
The... Average Man... !!!!

And Let’s Not Forget...
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Like Linton Said In His Poem...
They Use You... ABUSE You...
Spit You Out And Then ***** You... !!!

From Legal Tricks...
To... Political Stings...
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Causing Folks PROBLEMS... !!!

Because of These Wrongun’s...
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of The... Whitest Of Hearts... !!!!

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Whose Now Become Brainy...
Who Sees That The Word...
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phil roberts Aug 2016
As so often
I find myself telling the same story
Of a reckless young man
Who skated on thin ice
With every move and decision
A gamble
A spin of the wheel
Risking sanity, soul and life
Spin and spin again
Add passion to the grinding day
Add colour to the morbid grey
Oh, foolish young man
Now that he's old and damaged
Boredom raises it's dull-eyed head
As he practises being dead
Spin and spin again

                                  By Phil Roberts
She practises perfect
until I no longer
detect
a flaw.
phil roberts Dec 2016
As so often
I find myself telling the same story
Of a reckless young man
Who skated on thin ice
With every move and decision
A gamble
A spin of the wheel
Risking sanity, soul and life
Spin and spin again
Add passion to the grinding day
Add colour to the morbid grey
Oh, foolish young man
Now that he's old and damaged
Boredom raises it's dull-eyed head
As he practises being dead
Spin and spin again

                                  By Phil Roberts
Dr Peter Lim Dec 2017
I hope this is the voice of writers in general, however humble.

Every writer's intention is to share his thoughts.  He doesn't compel the reader to buy or read his book. It's natural of him to write/say this:
'here I am writing what I am thinking and about my experience....'.

But life is never short of philistines.  A few might even say:
' Don't advertise before me!'

That the person should articulate the above shows how low- down he/she is---it smacks of ill-will, ignorance, contempt and spite, immaturity and in the worst case--schadenfreude!

Confucius  the sage (600 BC) wrote about the chun-tze (the gentleman, the perfect person) who is kind, tolerant, encourages learning, practises humility, kindness, generosity, shows respect for all people, and delights in the success of others and never denigrates others as the xiao-ren (the 'small' or inferior person) does.

Confucianism has captured the imagination of the West which has openly declared that the founder was among the world's greatest philosophers.

Was the sage advertising himself? If he were so,  would he have survived for over 2,500 years?

Anyone who dares say that the writer is an advertiser must be among the most deplorable.  He or she should be pitied!
nivek Sep 2023
head turners embedded deep mind
harvested and deployed
'Dear Consumer'
STANDARDS DOUBLE

DIFFERENT CONTRARY  ANGLES N PERSPECTIVES  OF THE SAME PEOPLE.

Realities, practicalities are different very, from our ideals n thoughts;

This is the very reason,  with these standards  double, our society rots.

Today  compulsory are masks due to covid; understandable this situation is;

But what about those masked people; whose masks see we can't, how do we deal with these?

People say one should have a priceless heart, which  is worth more than solid gold;

But in reality prefer people those who are rich; talkative, powerful and bold.

People with hearts of gold,  taken are for granted; and often  neglected

Whereas the rich, powerful ones, the pampered, spoilt ones are selected

Speeches loud are given against practises evil; but sadly limited it is; used  only to be preached.

Wonder I often,  why these standards double? Where have we actually reached?

Happen rapes n sins other,  almost daily, condemned by the people who are in it involved.

Have you thought, how, why and from when,  have these standards double evolved ???

Armin Dutia Motashaw
Shaun Yee May 2024
He is really very fast
With his fingers, hands, and feet
He practises martial arts
And he's really hard to beat
He's in the gym for hours
And never misses a day
For it is his daily dream
To follow the champion's way
Eshwara Prasad Jul 2020
You don't practise what you preach

Don't worry

Nobody practises what you preach
anyway
CONSUBSTANTIALITY...LIKE
REALLY REALLY. . . *****!
( for Eddie )

God the Father
God the Son
& the Holy Ghost

flat-share
at no.42 Holy Trinity Flats, Guildford.

Not exactly the best
idea in the Universe

for this rather dysfunctional
family unit.

God the Father
tries to get out

of doing the hovering but
(ha hah yes ... it’s Sunday ... His day ).

God the Son runs
a bath and when

the water’s just about
right ... then he... practises

walking upon it.

“I wish you wouldn’t ... do that!”
says God the Father jealously.

“Sorry ... God the Dad!
Just trying to get to ...haha...Carnegie Hall!"

‘Ere this Being
3 persons

in the one God thingy
is doin’ me nut in!

I don’t know how humans
get their heads round it!”

God the Father
harrumphs omnipotently

“I did it for a lark .. didn’t I?”
he wheezes asthmatically.

“Didn’t think they’d ever
believe it!”

“Now, the joke’s on me!”

“You seen THE HOLY GHOST?”
enquires God the Father pretend-politely.

“Naw ... our Da!
I thought he was ...like...with you!”

“Will you stop turning wine into water!
Anyway you got it **** 'bout ***..you & your party tricks!”

(“Sorry ... our Da”
squeals God the Son)

“Well, listen, you see...
(you listening to me?)

you tell him it’s his turn
to do the washing up!"

God the Father
storms off in a huff.

“Geeeeeez!” whinges God the Son.
“Geeeeeez!”

* Not to be confused with. . . .CONSUBSTANTIATION!

. . .which as you well know is “a theological doctrine that attempts to describe the nature of the Christian Eucharist in concrete metaphysical terms.” The God element and the bread element co-exist simultaneously until it's time for the God guy to pop out with his usual "Surprise!" One can almost imagine( if one were moi that is )the God sitting there in a coat of dough and reading the racing news whilst waiting for the priest to do his stuff.
AFTER ME

Even after I am gone,  may many people,  my work carefully read.

On understanding it, may parents n grandparents better kids breed.

With everyone growing trees n plants, the environment will be fresh indeed !

With my constant prodding, with this green, may pure air people breathe.

May peace and prosperity prevail n no one under terror  does seethe.

Wish I, every child loves and diligently practises our religion n increases our creed.

Parsipanu n the great values of our ancestors flourish abundantly may.

Write I, with all my heart, and with conviction full, I pray;

"Hope Every Parsi Puthra believes (n works too) that PARSIS ARE HERE TO STAY".

Armin Dutia Motashaw

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