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Shoutbox
4.2.2010 14:29 :: dijete

hehe...shoutbox mi je izokrenuo cijeli post....probaj se snaci :D

13.2.2010 12:44 :: Nick
Duh ostvareni, samo u umu jest. Lovis me za rijec. :)<br />Ta bremenita miso, tisuce istina u sebi nosi.<br />Jednom bi mogla biti i ova moja, na nacin da glup covjek zlo, osmisljeno, u se ne nosi. I kad ga cini, namjere zlim biti, u njem nije.<br />
13.2.2010 19:41 :: dijete
da...istina je da ta misao ima mnoga znacenja...na mnogim razinama...mozda bi na jednoj razini mogla i opravdavati glupost...ali glupost izvire iz neznanja...a neznanje je plod nesvjesnosti
13.2.2010 19:42 :: dijete
duh je ostvaren u svjesnosti srca :)
13.2.2010 19:48 :: Nick
To sam i rekao. Grijeha u neznanju nema. Ak´  ga nema u raj, olti ga Kraljevstvo nebesko, ides. :)
13.2.2010 20:03 :: dijete
kraljevstvo je u nama...ono je zatvoreno onima sto ga NE ZNAJU dotaknuti...tako da kraljevstvo nebesko ne zatvara svoja vrata, sto ne znaci da ce ih svatko neci ;)
13.2.2010 23:48 :: Nick
Ako je Kraljevstvo nebesko u nama, onda i pakao nosimo u sebi. Svijest o zlu, u tom slucaju (a rekli smo da zlo mora samosvijesnim biti), dvjeri nam paklene otvara.
14.2.2010 0:06 :: dijete
Istinito zboris!
14.2.2010 0:41 :: Nick
 :)
14.2.2010 8:57 :: Nick
Zna mi se desti da se fokusiram, pa, majmunski mi um prestane skakti po rijecima, ufati se jedne, rasplamsa iskru postanka u njoj, i izgleda, ponesto i ubode. :)
14.2.2010 8:59 :: Nick
Necu ti reci, ko me u ovaj metod inicirao. :)
14.2.2010 13:04 :: dijete
hehe! sigurno ja :)
14.2.2010 13:06 :: dijete
dobra je ta godina zemljice, kaj ne! :)
15.2.2010 16:40 :: Nick
Ti si dijete? Ko ti kuha? :)
15.2.2010 16:42 :: Nick
Za ono sigurno, si sigurna da si u tom trenutku, uistinu, bila ti?
Il si ratnikom bila i u iznenadjenje se uzdala?
15.2.2010 18:27 :: dijete

ja sam vec veliko dijete i dugo si vec sama kuham...al moje mladje sestrice su u rukama vjestice...

15.2.2010 19:06 :: dijete

bila sam sigurna ;) :)

15.2.2010 22:04 :: Nick
Veliko dijete?
Dobro zvuci. :)
15.2.2010 22:04 :: Nick
U sto sigurna si bila?
16.2.2010 9:48 :: veliko dijete :D

bila sam sigurna kada sam rekla da sam sigurno ja bila tvoj inicijatror :)

16.2.2010 10:24 :: Nick
I sada bi tak zestokom bila?
16.2.2010 10:25 :: Nick
U sto sam iniciran? :)
16.2.2010 10:57 :: dijete
u smirenost :) u fokus fokus fokus
25.2.2010 22:06 :: Nick
Mladje sestrice?
25.2.2010 22:35 :: dijete
da, sto s njima?
26.2.2010 17:21 :: Nick
Si stara?
26.2.2010 20:17 :: dijete
u odnosu na sto?
27.2.2010 0:04 :: Nick
Mladost. :)
27.2.2010 20:33 :: dijete
mladja od mladosti i starija od starosti
27.2.2010 22:18 :: Nick
Ucis brzo.
Dobra si. :)
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srijeda, ožujak 10, 2010

Say, Valiant,
Say: High is my head!

Looking at my head
Is cast down the great Himalayan peak!
Say, Valiant,
Say: Ripping apart the wide sky of the universe,
Leaving behind the moon, the sun, the planets and the stars
Piercing the earth and the heavens,
Pushing through Almighty's sacred seat
Have I risen,
I, the perennial wonder of mother-earth!
The angry God shines on my forehead
Like some royal victory's gorgeous emblem.
Say, Valiant,
Ever high is my head!

I am irresponsible, cruel and arrogant,
I am the king of the great upheaval,
I am cyclone,
I am destruction,
I am the great fear, the curse of the universe.
I have no mercy,
I grind all to pieces.
I am disorderly and lawless,
I trample under my feet all rules and discipline!
I am Durjati,
I am the sudden tempest of ultimate summer,
I am the rebel, the rebel-son of mother-earth!
Say, Valiant,
Ever high is my head!

I am the hurricane,
I am the cyclone
I destroy all that I found in the path!
I am the dance-intoxicated rhythm,
I dance at my own pleasure,
I am the unfettered joy of life!
I am Hambeer,
I am Chhayanata,
I am Hindole,
I am ever restless,
I caper and dance as I move!
I do whatever appeals to me, whenever I like,
I embrace the enemy and wrestle with death,
I am mad.  I am the tornado!
I am pestilence, the great fear,
I am the death of all reigns of terror,
I am full of a warm restlessness for ever!
Say, Valiant,
Ever high is my head!

I am creation, I am destruction,
I am habitation, I am the grave-yard,
I am the end, the end of night!
I am the son of Indrani
With the moon in my head
And the sun on my temple
In one hand of mine is the tender flute
While in the other I hold the war bugle!
I am the Bedouin, I am the Chengis,
I salute none but me!
I am thunder,
I am Brahma's sound in the sky and on the earth,
I am the mighty roar of Israfil's bugle,
I am the great trident of Pinakpani,
I am the staff of the king of truth,
I am the Chakra and the great Shanka,
I am the mighty primordial shout!
I am Bishyamitra's pupil, Durbasha the furious,
I am the fury of the wild fire,I burn to ashes this universe!
I am the gay laughter of the generous heart,
I am the enemy of creation, the mighty terror!
I am the eclipse of the twelve suns,
I herald the final destruction!
Sometimes I am quiet and serene,
I am in a frenzy at other times,
I am the new youth of dawn,
I crush under my feet the vain glory of the Almighty!

I am the fury of typhoon,
I am the tumultuous roar of the ocean,
I am ever effluent and bright,
I trippingly flow like the gaily warbling brook.
I am the maiden's dark glassy hair,
I am the spark of fire in her blazing eyes.
I am the tender love that liesIn the sixteen year old's heart,
I am the happy beyond measure!I am the pining soul of the lovesick,
I am the bitter tears in the widow's heart,
i am the piteous sighs of the unlucky!
I am the pain and sorrow of all homeless sufferers,
I am the anguish of the insulted heart,
I am the burning pain and the madness of the jilted lover!

I am the unutterable grief,
I am the trembling first touch of the virgin,
I am the throbbing tenderness of her first stolen kiss.
I am the fleeting glace of the veiled beloved,
I am her constant surreptitious gaze.
I am guy gripping young girl's love,
I am the jingling music of her bangles!
I am the eternal-child, the adolescent of all times,
I am the shy village maiden frightened by her own budding youth.
I am the soothing breeze of the south,
I am the pensive gale of the east.
I am the deep solemn song sung by the wondering bard,
I am the soft music played on his lyre!
I am the harsh unquenched mid-day thirst,
I am the fierce blazing sun,
I am the softly trilling desert spring,
I am the cool shadowy greenery!
Maddened with an intense joy I rush onward,
I am insane! I am insane!
Suddenly I have come to know myself,
All the false barriers have crumbled today!
I am the rising, I am the fall,
I am consciousness in the unconscious soul,
I am the flag of triumph at the gate of the world,
I am the glorious sign of man's victory,
Clapping my hands in exultation I rush like the hurricane,
Traversing the earth and the sky.
The mighty Borrak is the horse I ride.
It neighs impatiently, drunk with delight!
I am the burning volcano in the bosom of the earth,
I am the wild fire of the woods,
I am Hell's mad terrific sea of wrath!
I ride on the wings of the lightning with joy and profound,
I scatter misery and fear all around,
I bring earth-quakes on this world!

I am Orpheus's flute,
I bring sleep to the fevered world,
I make the heaving hells temple in fear and die.
I carry the message of revolt to the earth and the sky!
I am the mighty flood,
Sometimes I make the earth rich and fertil
At another times I cause colossal damage.
I snatch from Bishnu's bosom the two girls!
I am injustice, I am the shooting star,
I am Saturn, I am the fire of the comet,
I am the poisonous asp!
I am Chandi the headless,

I am ruinous Warlord,
Sitting in the burning pit of Hell
I smile as the innocent flower!
I am the cruel axe of Parsurama,
I shall kill warriors
And bring peace and harmony in the universe!
I am the plough on the shoulders of Balarama,
I shall uproot this miserable earth effortlessly and with ease,
And create a new universe of joy and peace.
Weary of struggles, I, the great rebel,
Shall rest in quiet only when I find
The sky and the air free of the piteous groans of the oppressed.
Only when the battle fields are cleared of jingling bloody sabres
Shall I, weary of struggles, rest in quiet,
I the great rebel.

I am the rebel eternal,
I raise my head beyond this world,
High, ever erect and alone!


/Kazi Nazrul Islam/

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četvrtak, veljača 25, 2010
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subota, siječanj 23, 2010


Planina. Pustinjak u meditaciji u savrsenoj prisutnosti sadasnjem trenutku simolicka je slika ove godine. Stabilnost i sigurnost daju mu potisak da se otisne na putovanje u planinu koja prebiva u njemu, da zaroni u svoje jezero energije i susretne svoju intuiciju. Taj susret donosi mu mir i povjerenje u kozmos. Omeksan on biva receptivan za nove ideje I ima strpljenja za njihovu realizaciju. Blago koje tako pronalazi u sebi dio je bogatstva bozijeg koje je spremno za djeljenje ubogima.

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nedjelja, veljača 8, 2009
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četvrtak, veljača 5, 2009


sa suncem


i mirisom meda

zaplela se godina vatre

u moju kosu

grijući mi lice

i grlo blijedo od zime

za nama tihima i žednima smjeha

pružam ruke prema suncu

molim ga

grli me

grli me

grli

i spuštam se u ples

u svojoj toploj sobi

širokoj poput maternice

koja porađa novo biće

iz tmine nesvjesnog

sve je u cvatu

i buja zelen

granćice propupalog bilja

zapliću mi se u prste

i srastaju s mojim bićem

šumim u travi

cvijeću

i mahovini

rosne kapljice hlade mi čelo

i usne

uzavrele

u sunčevom zagrljaju

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subota, siječanj 10, 2009

Putem djelatnosti nebeska vatra duha zrači u prirodu. Djelatnost je materijaliziranje ideja. Ponavljanje djelatnosti je održavanje reda, a održavanje reda je održavanje vatre. Vatra kao snaga iluminacije i spoznaje omogućuje materijalizaciju ideja, izume, ekspanziju uma, maksimalnu aktivnost, maksimalnu djelatnost, maksimalni jang. Spretne žene Vestalke, svećenice Starog svijeta, održavale su vatru koju je zapalila stara Indijanka kada je splela prvu košaru od vrbova pruća i posvetila ju spretnim ženama budućnosti. Kada bi se vatra zapustila nastao bi kaos. Svijet bi zamro u hladnom mraku nesvjesnog ili bi sagorio u pomahnitalom paklenom bijesu. Zato je vatru potrebno održavati. Održavati djelatnost, svjesnost, materiju. Tamo gdje se materija smekšala, treba otvrdnuti, gdje se  skrutnula, treba se rastopiti. Održavanje je alkemija, polagana i konstantna. Vodi redu i novoj iluminaciji! I kako tali zlato iz metala tako ćemo svi mi biti kušani u vatri ove godine, a u vatri samo najčišće zlato opstaje.

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