Indeed You alone know Yourself by Your internal potency O Supreme Person Origin of all Lord of all beings God of Gods Lord of the universe The Supersoul You are the Supreme Primal Objective You are the ultimate resting place of the universe You are inexhaustible and You are the oldest You are the maintainer of the eternal religion, the Personality of Godhead Oh master of the senses Oh Primal Lord O Limitless One God of Gods Refuge of the universe You are the invincible source The cause of all causes You are the knower of everything and all that is knowable You are the supreme refuge above the material modes O limitless form This whole cosmic manifestation is pervaded by You O unbounded power You are the master of limitless might You are all-pervading and thus You are everything Omniscient The ancient The Ruler of the whole world Minuter than the atom The supporter of all Of form inconceivable Effulgent like the Sun and Beyond the darkness There is nothing whatsoever higher than you You are the Sapidity in Water The Light in the Moon and the Sun You are the syllable OM in all the Vedas Sound in ether You are the Virility in men You are the sweet fragrance in earth and the brilliance in fire You are the life in all beings The austerity in the austere You are the eternal seed of all beings The intelligence of the intelligent You are the Splendor of the Splendid You are the Strength of the Strong Guest
Mercy Akpan

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Poem: EVERY LITTLE PIECE

EVERY LITTLE PIECE   It Could Be The Sloppy Handling Of Pyrex An Unsatisfactory Work Of Pottery Or Just Trying To Make Diamond...
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Poem: EVERY LITTLE PIECE
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EVERY LITTLE PIECE
 
It could be the sloppy handling of pyrex
An unsatisfactory work of pottery
Or just trying to make diamond pure
This trio speak shattered, broken and battered languages
Could you see the cracks first in time?
What could you have done if you did?
Were the intra bonds not able to hold on any longer?
Yes, they gave way to many tiny pieces
The ones she lost patience with counting
Not a whisper of her melodious rhymes could be heard
Nor a shade of the smile she once wore
These pieces could be likened to stardust
Not in numbers, but in sparkles
They gave out light, with good energy too
Her eyes were soon open to realize this newfound beauty
She beheld sparks where folks saw cracks
And embraced the beautiful pieces
She fell in love with every single little piece
Even when she tried to place each piece where it belonged
Myraids of cracks swore not to hide
Scars were left, never was she bothered
When again you find her trying to gather those pieces
Let not your lips speak ill of her
Nor let your laughter be that of scorn
Do no actions that leave her dignity torn
A whole new person is created from her beautiful disaster
You don't know how much she loves this person
Even if you do, she never will let you change that in anyway
 
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Sounds And Voices

Those Sounds......they Made Us. There Are The Ones We Love, And Others That We Don't. Crashing Ceramics Which Are Followed By Back...
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Sounds And Voices
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Those sounds......they made us. There are the ones we love, and others that we don't. Crashing ceramics which are followed by backlashes from strokes of cane, an ambulance's siren, an pianist's chord. Stones dropping in water and our eyes carefully tracing the ripples that form after, babies screaming or a preacher's voice. Echoes of what have been said, whispers not so silent, a mourner's wail or the crackling laughter of a little baby. How about the silence of breath? It's everything to listen up for.

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