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The limitations are limitless.

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Limitless

Limitless the sky is
All its lies
Spread further to the universe

Limitless the sky
Is and I do not know
Where to start or to end
The sky is one big circle
Limitless is
Its deception.

I really thought the sky
Is blue and orange
I proved it once
The sky is dust

Limitless is my misunderstanding
Of the sky

Limitless is the sky

I have been deceived the sky is
Limitless.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Sky Is Limitless

Limitless the sky is
All its lies
Spread further to the universe

Limitless the sky
Is and I do not know
Where to start or to end
The sky is one big circle
Limitless is
Its deception.

I really thought the sky
Is blue and orange
I proved it once
The sky is dust

Limitless is my misunderstanding
Of the sky

Limitless is the sky

I have been deceived the sky is
Limitless.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Come My Child

He stands on top
of the mountain
and says come my child.
Come and dwell with me.
Let me teach you my ways.
Let me nurture you
like a father.
Be not be afraid,
take one step
and I will guide you
by the way.
Come experience
limitless love,
limitless provisions,
limitless mercy,
even limitless grace.

I know your sins:
confess and turn away
from your ways
and I will forgive you.
I will love you eternally.
Don't be bashful,
don't be ashamed of me.
Serve me and no other.
I can be trusted:
read my words
and look at my records.
I have never failed you yet,
though the adversary
would have you believed
otherwise.
Come my child,
come to Abba.

poem by Buxton Shippy
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So-called Chaos

Deadlines, meetings and contracts all breached
D-days and structure responsibility
Have-to's and need-to's and get-to's by three
Eleventh hours and upset employees
I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that youd think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations and return to who I was meant to be
Heartburn and headaches and soon-to-be ulcers
Compulsive yearnings non-stop to please others
I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that youd think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations at the shoes upon my feet
All wont be lost if Im governed by my own uniqueness
Stop lights won't work I'll get home sound and safe regardless
Wont deem me had if I'm led by my own rulelessness
My fire wont quell and Ill be harm-free and distressless
Trust me
Line towing, and helping, expectations up to living
Inside box obeying, inside line cutting
I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that youd think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations at the shoes upon my feet
I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that youd think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations and return to who I was meant to be

song performed by Alanis Morissette
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Blissfulness

As I watch beliefs you hold,
Crumble and fall.
It saddens me to know,
Your madness stored
Continues to show!

Let go of limitations!
Let go of situations!
Let go of contemplations...
That keep you stalled and undernourished!

As I observe you praying for release from 'sins'...
I think to myself,
'How did these fears begin? '
Hypocrisies committed is all I see,
By those entrusted but dismiss honesty!

As I watch beliefs you hold,
Crumble and fall.
It saddens me to know,
Your madness stored
Continues to show!

A growth and appreciation of self has gone!
As you carry on looking hopeless and forelorn!
And all that needs to be done,
Is an opening of your eyes!
Cease fulfilling your life with alibis...
Shared without vision with those who lie.

Let go of limitations!
Let go of situations!
Let go of contemplations...
That keep you stalled and undernourished!

What do you believe will encourage you to flourish?
Without 'things' to feed,
Temporary desires bleeding your needs!
This is not pleasing to you at all!
Shopping for enlightenment,
Can not be found in crowded malls!
Tempting with teases to empty your pockets!
Leaving you to remorse habits you can drop...
By stopping it!

Let go of limitations!
Let go of situations!
Let go of contemplations...
That keep you stalled and undernourished!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Assurances

I need no assurances, I am a man who is preoccupied of his own soul;
I do not doubt that from under the feet and beside the hands and
face I am cognizant of, are now looking faces I am not cognizant
of, calm and actual faces,
I do not doubt but the majesty and beauty of the world are latent in
any iota of the world,
I do not doubt I am limitless, and that the universes are limitless,
in vain I try to think how limitless,
I do not doubt that the orbs and the systems of orbs play their
swift sports through the air on purpose, and that I shall one day
be eligible to do as much as they, and more than they,
I do not doubt that temporary affairs keep on and on millions of years,
I do not doubt interiors have their interiors, and exteriors have
their exteriors, and that the eyesight has another eyesight, and
the hearing another hearing, and the voice another voice,
I do not doubt that the passionately-wept deaths of young men are
provided for, and that the deaths of young women and the
deaths of little children are provided for,
(Did you think Life was so well provided for, and Death, the purport
of all Life, is not well provided for?)
I do not doubt that wrecks at sea, no matter what the horrors of
them, no matter whose wife, child, husband, father, lover, has
gone down, are provided for, to the minutest points,
I do not doubt that whatever can possibly happen anywhere at any
time, is provided for in the inherences of things,
I do not think Life provides for all and for Time and Space, but I
believe Heavenly Death provides for all.

poem by Walt Whitman
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Meditations Whilst Lost At Sea

I awoke to find myself adrift but afloat
all alone at sea in a small sailing boat.
On an endless expanse of crystal green ocean
in all directions there was hardly any motion.

The sky above was very clear and limitless I deemed
and tended to meet the sea on the horizon it seemed.
The sun was setting in that area and the moon was rising in another re birthed
so I got some sense of direction but still couldn't see any land the sea girthed.

How I wished then to have some wings to fly
like a bird through the air across all of the sky.
There would however be the question of ‘which way to go? ’
because from where I had come from didn't seem to know.

I was alone in this stillness and the silence was almost complete
except for a constant throb heard which was my own heartbeat.
And so looking downwards on the water's surface saw my own face's reflection
and that of the sky above with stars shinning through upon a closer inspection.

There was also a slight ripple against the boat's hull
but apart from that everywhere else about was a lull.
Without even any hint of a little whispering breeze on the sail
it all appeared to be calm and peaceful around here to prevail.

On an endless ocean and also under a limitless sky
I found myself to be adrift there not knowing why.
With no idea of where I had come from or in which direction to go
there also wasn't anything else around with an indication to show.

After a while I noticed the boat's rudder wasn't fixed to steer it in any direction
and I realized then it was left up to me to make that particular personal selection.
A decision had to be made on which way to go and to help nature get me there
so I opted for the point where the sun set on the horizon and sea met sky there.

It seemed like I only had myself to depend on but what could this mean?
the answer to be found was probably related in some way to that scene.
As there was no one else close by to ask but my very soul
I somehow perceived that perhaps this was its peculiar role.

Just as there is light in either of the night or day skies from above
there's also a light of our soul hidden within the darkness thereof.
It is said that the outer world is that of the macrocosm
and our inner world being then that of the microcosm.

The dropp is in the ocean and the essence of the ocean is in the drop
its separation is an illusion which our mind to see has a little to stop.
The wave then is part of the ocean and the ocean contains the wave
and existence is infinite because life continues again after the grave.

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poem by George Krokos
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Song Of The Exposition

AFTER all, not to create only, or found only,
But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded,
To give it our own identity, average, limitless, free;
To fill the gross, the torpid bulk with vital religious fire;
Not to repel or destroy, so much as accept, fuse, rehabilitate;
To obey, as well as command--to follow, more than to lead;
These also are the lessons of our New World;
--While how little the New, after all--how much the Old, Old World!

Long, long, long, has the grass been growing,
Long and long has the rain been falling, 10
Long has the globe been rolling round.

Come, Muse, migrate from Greece and Ionia;
Cross out, please, those immensely overpaid accounts,
That matter of Troy, and Achilles' wrath, and Eneas', Odysseus'
wanderings;
Placard "Removed" and "To Let" on the rocks of your snowy Parnassus;
Repeat at Jerusalem--place the notice high on Jaffa's gate, and on
Mount Moriah;
The same on the walls of your Gothic European Cathedrals, and German,
French and Spanish Castles;
For know a better, fresher, busier sphere--a wide, untried domain
awaits, demands you.

Responsive to our summons,
Or rather to her long-nurs'd inclination, 20
Join'd with an irresistible, natural gravitation,

She comes! this famous Female--as was indeed to be expected;
(For who, so-ever youthful, 'cute and handsome, would wish to stay in
mansions such as those,
When offer'd quarters with all the modern improvements,
With all the fun that 's going--and all the best society?)

She comes! I hear the rustling of her gown;
I scent the odor of her breath's delicious fragrance;
I mark her step divine--her curious eyes a-turning, rolling,
Upon this very scene.

The Dame of Dames! can I believe, then, 30
Those ancient temples classic, and castles strong and feudalistic,
could none of them restrain her?
Nor shades of Virgil and Dante--nor myriad memories, poems, old
associations, magnetize and hold on to her?
But that she 's left them all--and here?

Yes, if you will allow me to say so,

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poem by Walt Whitman
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You've got to know your limitations. I don't know what your limitations are. I found out what mine were when I was twelve. I found out that there weren't too many limitations, if I did it my way.

classic quote by Johnny Cash
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A White Paper

a white paper's
limitless as space
the learned plot
stars and planets
day and night
the schooled
try to reach

to the unlearned
a white paper
might as well be
carrying space
exciting, limitless
and not so unreacheable

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A short one for Mary

Ah, those were golden days…

Don’t look back, they say;
but if the memory brings a surge
of energy, and gratefulness,
and consciousness and joy,
and love that’s limitless –
what’s wrong with memory
that brings these present gifts?

Today’s now golden; limitless.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Emily considers herself

Blissful – myself – by nature –
soul’s own nature – not by action –
nor by thought – myself –
alone – yet limitless – I –
one without other –
universal, individual –
beyond love,
His – Our – My -
Love – limitless -
to write – this…

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Eternity

we are under the full moon
tonight and we look for some

tiny stars glittering in the skies
our vision dissolving into such

a vast space where we see
no endings no beginnings

we soon close our eyes and there we
too see no endings no beginnings

limitless to the skies
limitless to the heart

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Land Of Pallas

Methought I journeyed along ways that led for ever
Throughout a happy land where strife and care were dead,
And life went by me flowing like a placid river
Past sandy eyots where the shifting shoals make head.

A land where beauty dwelt supreme, and right, the donor
Of peaceful days; a land of equal gifts and deeds,
Of limitless fair fields and plenty had with honour;
A land of kindly tillage and untroubled meads,

Of gardens, and great fields, and dreaming rose-wreathed alleys,
Wherein at dawn and dusk the vesper sparrows sang;
Of cities set far off on hills down vista'd valleys,
And floods so vast and old, men wist not whence they sprang,

Of groves, and forest depths, and fountains softly welling,
And roads that ran soft-shadowed past the open doors,
Of mighty palaces and many a lofty dwelling,
Where all men entered and no master trod their floors.

A land of lovely speech, where every tone was fashioned
By generations of emotion high and sweet,
Of thought and deed and bearing lofty and impassioned;
A land of golden calm, grave forms, and fretless feet.

And every mode and saying of that land gave token
Of limits where no death or evil fortune fell,
And men lived out long lives in proud content unbroken,
For there no man was rich, none poor, but all were well.

And all the earth was common, and no base contriving
Of money of coined gold was needed there or known,
But all men wrought together without greed or striving,
And all the store of all to each man was his own.

From all that busy land, grey town, and peaceful village,
Where never jar was heard, nor wail, nor cry of strife,
From every laden stream and all the fields of tillage,
Arose the murmur and the kindly hum of life.

At morning to the fields came forth the men, each neighbour
Hand linked to other, crowned, with wreaths upon their hair,
And all day long with joy they gave their hands to labour,
Moving at will, unhastened, each man to his share.

At noon the women came, the tall fair women, bearing
Baskets of wicker in their ample hands for each,
And learned the day's brief tale, and how the fields were faring,
And blessed them with their lofty beauty and blithe speech.

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poem by Archibald Lampman
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Rapids at Night

Here at the roots of the mountains,
Between the sombre legions of cedars and tamaracks,
The rapids charge the ravine:
A little light, cast by foam under starlight,
Wavers about the shimmering stems of the birches:
Here rise up the clangorous sounds of battle,
Immense and mournful.
Far above curves the great dome of darkness
Drawn with the limitless lines of the stars and the planets.
Deep at the core of the tumult,
Deeper than all the voices that cry at the surface,
Dwells one fathomless sound,
Under the hiss and cry, the stroke and the plangent clamour.

O human heart that sleeps,
Wild with rushing dreams and deep with sadness!

The abysmal roar drops into almost silence,
While over its sleep play in various cadence
Innumerous voices crashing in laughter;
Then rising calm, overwhelming,
Slow in power,
Rising supreme in utterance,
It sways, and reconquers and floods all the spaces of silence,
One voice, deep with the sadness,
That dwells at the core of all things.
There by a nest in the glimmering birches,
Speaks a thrush as if startled from slumber,
Dreaming of Southern ricefields,
The moted glow of the amber sunlight,
Where the long ripple roves among the reeds.

Above curves the great dome of darkness,
Scored with the limitless lines of the stars and the planets;
Like the strong palm of God,
Veined with the ancient laws,
Holding a human heart that sleeps,
Wild with rushing dreams and deep with the sadness,
That dwells at the core of all things.

poem by Duncan Campbell Scott
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On the other hand

You are no less than anyone, you are more than anybody
You are special; you have the right to be given a name yourself

You have the right to be

And so when you let go these thousand poems of yours
In the sea of ideas like atoms in a limitless sky in a limitless space

Be there. Try Floating in there and see a single word from one of the thousand poems you made
They all call your name

I am yours you made me and I have become significant I have become special
Because of you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Limitless Sky

Staring up high, in the bright blue sky.
Wondering when, I can reach that high.
Seeing the birds soar through the sky,
Higher, and closer- they reach the light.
Wonderful limitless sky,
Centuries of unbounded territories.
Realizing the dreams,
Facing no more limits.
I live to see the day,
And let all my dreams,
Fly up high,
Into the limitless sky.

poem by Jose Santiago
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The unwritten is also there

a blank paper
limitless as space
to fill the knowledge
here and beyond
and words of God
here, the learned plot
the stars, moon and universe
day and night

to the untutored
the blank paper might
as well be carrying space
limitless, enthralling
yet not fathomable
reachable

the blank page
catches the
essence of the mind
the written is there
the unwritten also there
if you could read
between the lines
if you could sense
the universal mind
the waves at sea
afford only a little view
of the power of the wind

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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When He Himself Reveals Himself

When he himself reveals himself,
Brahma brings into manifestation
That which can never be seen.

As the seed is in the plant,
as the shade is in the tree,
as the void is in the sky,
as infinite forms are in the void-

So from beyond the Infinite,
the Infinite comes;
and from the Infinite the finite extends.

The creature is in Brahma,
and Brahma is in the creature:
they are ever distinct,
yet ever united.

He Himself is the tree, the seed, and the germ.
He Himself is the flower, the fruit, and the shade.
He Himself is the sun, the light, and the lighted.
He Himself is Brahma, creature, and Maya.
He Himself is the manifold form, the infinite space;
He is the breath, the word, and the meaning.

He Himself is the limit and the limitless:
and beyond both the limited and the limitless is He,
the Pure Being.

He is the Immanent Mind in Brahma and in the creature.

The Supreme Soul is seen within the soul,
The Point is seen within the Supreme Soul,
And within the Point, the reflection is seen again.
Kabîr is blest because he has this supreme vision!

poem by Kabir
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0014 A Hindu Temple Speaks

How can I, a temple, persuade you
that the boundless,
the limitless,
the eternal,
the One,
exist?

I could tell you that
only those who are bound
recognise the boundless,
only those who are limited
recognise the limitless,
only those who are mortal
recognise the eternal
only those who feel themselves many
recognise the One

or I could tell you that
only boundlessness tells you you are bound;
only limitlessness shows you your limits,
only the eternal shows you your mortality;
only the One shows you multiplicity

or, if you're still not convinced,
see my sculptured couples;
kiss, and find
what love tells us

poem by Michael Shepherd
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