We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin.
We believe everything is OK
as long as you don't hurt anyone,
to the best of your definition of hurt,
and to the best of your knowledge.
We believe in sex before during
and after marriage.
We believe in the therapy of sin.
We believe that adultery is fun.
'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates—
So over Horror, it half Captivates—
The Soul stares after it, secure—
A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more—
To scan a Ghost, is faint—
But grappling, conquers it—
How easy, Torment, now—
Old elm that murmured in our chimney top
The sweetest anthem autumn ever made
And into mellow whispering calms would drop
When showers fell on thy many coloured shade
And when dark tempests mimic thunder made -
While darkness came as it would strangle light
With the black tempest of a winter night
That rocked thee like a cradle in thy root -
How did I love to hear the winds upbraid
Thy strength without - while all within was mute.
O Life! Your immense wisdom often assail
Virtues of enduring charm which are hard to avail
Truth in love, peace, variance in good and evil
Promise of splendor living turned into upheaval
O Life! You command every soul to be loyal and sincerer
Tell me, where to find such affection that would adhere
Justice we quest, pursuit of cognitive merit
Bestow on us, lesser catastrophes than opt we to inherit.
It seemed that out of the battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which Titanic wars had groined.
Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.
Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared
With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
Lifting distressful hands as if to bless.
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall;
By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
The Mind is a Rascal, it makes me fear
It robs my Bliss, it robs my Cheer
It makes me think, it is the King
But in fact, it causes my suffering
The only problem with my Mind
Where is my Mind? I cannot find!
I have a Body, my Body I can see
But where is this Mind and Ego, that says 'me'?
It binds me with the myth, doesn't let me be free
Who am I? Why am I here?
What is the Purpose of my life, my dear?
When somebody asks me, 'What is the Truth?'
I tell them to get to the bottom of the root
My life is all about conversations Conversations that become Inspirations For one needs motivation to seek Realization
And Realization will give Liberation
Must I suffer right till I die?
Am I just meant to live and cry?
What is life all about?
Is it just pleasure, is it to scream and shout?
Is it success, that will ultimately burn out?
Or is it about Peace that we must look out?
People are just running in the Life race,
Success, money, pleasure is all they chase.
Most are caught in the misery maze.
Very few are able to live with grace!
May you realize God within!
Do you have Faith in God?
Do you Love the Lord?
Do you go to a Temple or a Church?
It is time to change your search!
May you realize God within!
God is not somebody with a name and form
'Tis the truth we despise,
For lies be lullabies to our heart,
A melody sweet, a soothing disguise,
That tears our world apart.
We dance to the rhythm of deceit,
In blissful ignorance we sway,
Our senses dulled, our minds defeat,
We let the lies lead the way.