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Best Poems From
ERHARD HANS JOSEF LANG
(January 8,1957)
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And The Gods May Work Their Magic Out Even With The Mantra Lost!
Hair-raising novelty;
Unbelievable story.
Yet something truly experienced.
In India all of them were all ears,
When I once fell into recounting the story to men by the roadside,
Clad in pure white, who became
Visibly quite amused and elated by such foreign freelance reports from
Their world of heavenly Hindu earth.
Came home once, 'twas a good year, from downtown, there
Where I'd been living for long way far out East,
Came home once with some sheets of mystical-scientific papers
Under my arm,
Completely new to me,
It happened to be on my mother's birthday,
Extramundane instructions of indeed one of a kind,
Matters from on high, pertaining to
Goddesses' royal worships and their ritualistic aspects,
High-lighted and exposed in ornamental details for the
Advanced regal audience of initiated followership.
One full length of a page, with most diverse mantras on it;
All dedicated to and given by Great Lady Time, Mother Mahakali
- Greatest Being of a cosmic Damsel spirit
Middling between
World terror and world harmony.
Different mantras, different powers, different effects.
Hoary magic knowledge, derived from the knowledge about cosmic mind.
'And if your concentration and meditation was well-focused
And the practitioner's attitude beneficial to the world
All along the application of the mantra,
Any reward might in due time turn in.'
Understandable point!
But then there was one mantra with a terrific,
An almost unbelievable claim:
'... This is a wish-fulfilling magic rhyme that will make
Any desire formed in mind
Come true to its chanter
Instantaneously!
Instantaneously?
In a second!
Oh, what a high claim!
'This must be a truly most secret mantra! '
'Would I want to test and apply it? '
('Thou shalt not put the Gods to test! ! ')
'What would I possibly want to wish for at this moment,
If I were to apply the instantly fulfilling magic rhyme? '
'Everyone's healthy at home,
Of needed things there's actually nothing lacking for the moment -
But only, maybe, for one thing:
A herbal gift package for an inspirational matinee
Through the verdant hands of friendly Shaktigurunathan
Hadn't found its way for long to
This house of enjoyment.'
After thinking thus poetically, and perusing for once the mantra,
There was a knock on my room door:
It was by one of my close ones:
'My love, there's someone at the gate for you,
A man who wants to speak to you.'
'Tell him to step in. Who is he? '
Had been a former neighbour boy,
Who helped us carry things
When we moved to the other house,
Whom I hadn't seen for many years.
'I have something to offer to you, it is of best quality
And it's rather cheap,
I thought of you, you might want it.'
There it was, the very thing I had thought of, when
Trying to think of anything for a
Desire in my mind,
Before reading that mantra of quickest promise.
It really had fulfilled itself in an instant,
Its claim returned in a second!
Overwhelming.
It got me into making the mistake of letting it out and
The boy know about it, who
In an unguarded moment while inside my house
Must have stolen the sheet with the precious mantras on.
Later on I've never seen the magic paper anymore,
From then on, it was simply gone.
And so was the boy with whom the paper went.
Soon after he was rumoured about as having
Gotten himself into some bad trouble.
Then I could well understand why.
To-day I have downloaded from the net
And installed for display,
To my own gratification as the good gadget's user,
Into the small upper window of the main
Menue on my mobile phone
A new operator logo,
That says in classic hand-writing,
Written in light red:
'Bestfriend',
And fits perfectly into the pre-given space,
Cutting a nice figure within the set.
Yet, before this 'Bestfriend' was granted to successfully
lock in
With my unit to be lodged here with me,
Some hard-headed ethereal signal inhibition was
Yet hampering the finalization of the download act, and
It was that first a real one-time bestfriend,
Someone whom for long I hadn't heard of,
Chanced to have wanted to make a
Courtesy call for once again
Inquiring about my well-fare.
A short call only for decency's sake
Which rendered both of us all the happier.
And then only it was,
A few moments after that call that
I was allowed to accomplish the started download, thus
From that moment only onward now
Having the word 'Bestfriend' glittering on the topside of this toy boy,
My mental compost catering fawn.
With the Gods, so it seems,
An instant fulfillment of a desire, and be it a latent one,
May, if whenever and with whomsoever
They haven chosen to make it happen,
Indeed, come true, and be it in a short
Instant,
Even if there hadn't been any secret mantras known.
To make oneself worthy of being given once in a while
Some sudden and deeper joy, like as if
From higher Angelic spheres,
There maybe it is where our 'true secrets' lie.
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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Calculus Revamp In The Making
Scientific knowledge is useful in the hands of its brains only
When applied to ends of
Improvement and the happiness in
The lives of men & other creatures,
Seeking to make out and produce best possible wherewithals
Through more and more advanced technicians' inventions that know to
Copy the laws of nature distinctly for human creations that comfort life,
For basic things that lighten up the burdens
In the lives of our species
Who stands, though expelled from nature's
Fool-proof guidance by the animal instinct
On heads held up so aloof,
Which so vainly and insidiously ever attempt to
Harness for own harvests the secret wits from
The fires of Chef Mind in this kitchen of the universe
We all find ourselves lodged in.
A considerable number of smart global insiders
Knowledgable of the lavish ways of the world,
In high-aspiring personality's refined manners, indeed, have come,
With families, clans and their clubs,
Ahead of new trends they usher in among the main in their wake,
To be established in quite stately realms of a life of practical nobility,
The outcropping of which undeniably has left its indelible mark
On the ease of modern-day living from
The cosmopolitan's penthouse to
The mountain-man's forest hut.
But in which virtual ways, then, have the burdens of the human lot been really relieved,
Eversince the erect uprising By the moving, once supine organs of this planet
We've taken over in lease from
The good hands of the creator God, after all?
'Many people are still suffering, and
Even dying with hunger on the earth, '
Report the daily newscasts.
Is humankind really well-advised, then, ever to be just
Following that money-perverted
Mathematically scheming organized intelligence of pointed state-of-the-art
That makes it a wily game of contests with their challengers
Amongst the hordes of their likes
To fill their pockets with the very money
That in the daily flashes of the media they own
They later on will state as lacking
With these poor and starving in the world
Who they so readily accept as providing
For the ultimate big chance of their patriotic leaders',
Whose parasites they are, to excel
In the humanitarianism that they're eagerly pressing to display -
With a view to keeping the latter indebted to them for good -
In the face of shortages with the poor nations of the world
Whose soils hold but that precious natural produce
Which exactly they themselves are lacking in.
A hoax of a fateful imbroglio that
Harasses badly the masses of the whole world of today,
With the general directions of life on their compasses set to that pole,
Not even fully understood to read by the masonry guilds themselves
Who mastermind that highly magnetized scenery,
So vital to the making of them millionairs of fast international grip
Who so prudently channel for us all
The gadgetery and the pacifyer contents
That are to rock us into a blessed restful state of
Keeping one's mouths shut
after all the daily labouring and toiling of ours
That their millions of nepotistic funds thrive on -
On this globe of our divine hope.
'You Chietains of the designers of the face of
The world of today and tomorrow,
Will your pockets ever be filled to your full heart's contentment?
Will you ever start reflecting on what new thing or scheme
Were a most basic need of being newly introduced
for a stark uplift of the lives of all in real time? '
What were to be regarded a more useful invention,
And, as such, a more satisfactory thing of the future:
A materializing HypnoVision player on which you may
Watch your nightly dreams - or nightmares, for that matter - in the day,
Transjected into three-dimensional moving pictures
Through its interaction with an implanted SCDTT chip
(Sensational Cerebral Dream-Tweeter Terminal) -
A big new market sector for outstanding surgeons
Who eventually then also could be expected to
Release the long-awaited successful therapies to
The modern physical scourges of men -
(With a five-minute dream stint lasting up to
Three hours of watching in waking time...)
Or to come up finally with a new, totally revolutionized,
Wholesome marketing system
Designed sophisticated and workable,
That finally rids the world of the human root of all evil -
Including the much talked about, but
Rarely alleviated pollution in all our blue globe's spheres,
The abolishment of money, altogether, in favor of
A panvoluntaristic tackling of all men's 'give & take'? ?
A call, kept yet silent, but slowly growing in voice,
Is going out to lyricists with music in their hearts
To take to musing and singing to more and more people
With a perfect vision for a better world to be,
A vision of a new way of humans living together all over places -
No longer enslaved by something
As opposite to a loving heart as cursed money
And its derivatives cum its daredevils' rules of advantage-taking -
A call that one fine day, when heeded, will
Topple all the whip-lashers of the race and their unrelenting dictatorship
And lead to a new state of paradise
Now and here.
'Let us not become weary in doing good,
For at the proper time we will reap a harvest
If we do not give up',
The Galatians of the world's younger eras already had admonished us.
So go and sing about it, if you can, dear friends of men,
And make it come true and make it happen,
For humankind eventually to proceed onward to our well-deserved higher stage,
With a safe haven for new humans on a
Much stronger and more beautiful rock,
A true abode for advanced humanity,
That we all long for,
That we all will fondly be embracing, once in place,
In this ocean of life for us to hold on to,
In the midst of all the bewildering shouts and commands of today by the manifold
Captains of our marketed souls
In these galores of theirs today
That we, the slaves of money, incessantly have to row for them
Through the perilous waters of life
Under their beating sticks and
With the miserly carrots that they bait us with.
Freedom has ever prevailed after each phase of bondedness, in the end,
Or else final destruction would have restored it.
This time it is you and I and our contemporaries who are called upon to
Set the tempo in the run for the happy changes
To come our way and abide with us forever.
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Dear reader, you may go to following link (http: //www.change.org/ideas/view/ideas_on_the_goal_of_abolishing_money_and_its_practicability) to cast a vote on behalf of my Ideas on the goal of abolishing money and its practicability on America's next President Obama's website on the changes of America, bound to change the whole world. My idea is currently, as of Dec.19,2008, in 15th Place in Global Poverty and needs 66 more votes to make it into the second round. Thanks
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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Changing Places Between Divine And Human
If God were a man, he might descend on earth,
open shop down here,
like all the other fellows do,
charge his tokens for his rays of sun
that, incessantly rolling the spheres,
on every one of us
masterpieces of creation shines down so lavishly.
But there had been no signs yet,
God ever wanted to take that plunge into the human sphere.
Infinitely straying through cosmos, indeed, must be the greater joy.
God obviously didn' t want to populate
His spheres with unfailing robots of good luck,
alive only, to be fading away with boredom of existence.
Nor wouldn' t anyone have come up with the idea of praying,
if not for fear to be overlooked by Him
at the time of His showering blessings,
if the greatest thing on earth really were only,
to look after all subalterns all of the time,
and to set all the hopeful among us grapplers
on their best possible courses.
If men were to be God, given the knowledge,
We as men have already gathered,
we might well set up a globe spanning network of energy conversion,
for His free sun rays to run also Our empowered gadgets
we men have invented for daily use,
as free as His machinery of creation and supervision.
And if man were to be as good a man as God,
as we so readily love Him to be called,
why wouldn' t we want to readily chip in His talents and abilities? !
Each of us, then, panvoluntaristically working together hand in hand,
to allow for a free flow of all ' give & take'
on these our lives' challenging tumbler grounds,
along the rivers of all essential and all wanton goods,
suddenly divinely common-standard?
Which were to make people happy,
feeding and decorating us evermore
at the voluntary price of a truly free,
individual participation in running the world?
Thus things getting organized
that one fine day,
by that natural waterfall of
the river of goods,
once made to flow for free for all,
any rarer upcoming items of the pioneering novelty,
produced for the sake of improving the human lot further,
were to come splashing in -
truly sensational -
showering their refreshening sprays of comfort,
not over who' s got more money, but
first-off as booty for the televised winners of
most entertaining, smart-earth candy shows,
to be applauded by excited masses,
who' d stand by monitoring the renewing common shores of life
while joyously clapping their hands,
instead of falling prey to the sting of envy
over unlevelling, ill-spread money,
while waiting amused for their own turns
and lucky jumps into the expanded waters of
the share-all-for-free ocean of life then to be?
If man were to be God,
hadn' t He enough leisure time at hand,
to really go and look for, and, eventually stem out,
the root of persistent evil - money?
Man seems made to improve.
Animalhood improved to be man,
without wasting in sacrifice the animals away.
Were it not likewise for manhood to improve to be more like God,
without wasting in sacrifice
the human element away -
by a regulated growing in the wisdom of the plants?
And just to think of what
greater happiness also there could be
in between the sexes,
if man and woman were to be His human god and goddess!
Or would it strictly take God as a man to make man a god?
Could one, even if simply a man, somehow ever
make Him care to allow us men -
to soften our grip on life
by letting us have ungodly money abolished?
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Dear reader, you may go to following link (http: //www.change.org/ideas/view/ideas_on_the_goal_of_abolishing_money_and_its_practicability) to cast a vote on behalf of my Ideas on the goal of abolishing money and its practicability on America's next President Obama's website on the changes of America, bound to change the whole world. My idea is currently, as of Dec.19,2008, in 15th Place in Global Poverty and needs 66 more votes to make it into the second round. Thanks
I recommend readers to take a look at my Votelet page and eventually cast a personal vote at http: //www.network54.com/Votelet/38264 on the issue mentioned in this poem
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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Communicating with God Through Sacred Words Of His First Seers
I know this undecaying, primeval One,
the Self of all things, which exists everywhere,
being all-pervading and which
the wise declare to be free from birth.
The teachers of Brahman (God's Divine Energy) , indeed,
speak of It as eternal.
He, the One and Undifferentiated, who by
the manifold application of His powers
produces, in the beginning, different objects
for a hidden purpose and, in the end,
withdraws the universe into Himself is, indeed,
the self-luminous; -
May He endow us with clear intellect!
That Supreme Self is Agni
(Fire, the power of energizing in cosmos by self-combustion):
It is Aditya
(the Sun, envisioned as the son of the Mother of Worlds Aditi,
the One who exists out of Herself):
It is Vayu
(Wind-energy, as the source of all motion in Space):
It is Chandrama
(the Moon, as earth's satellite power of the reflections in Mind) .
That Self is the luminous stars
(as the cosmic interfaces working out the influences of destiny
on terrestrial matters through the negotiation of divine Mind):
It is Hiranyagarbha
(the Golden Womb, as the deep, hidden unseen
universal black-hole source of
all that comes to shine in cosmos):
It is water
(as the material embodiment of constellar fluidity):
It is Virat
(the Cosmic Man, whose invisible body is seen
consisting of various cosmic parts within
the whole of universe, with His Head being made up of
the wisest heads of all individual entities of Man throughout
creation) .
Thou art woman, Thou art man.
Thou art youth and maiden too.
Thou as an old man totterest along on a staff;
it is Thou alone who, when born,
assumest diverse forms.
Thou art the dark-blue bee;
Thou art the green parrot with red eyes;
Thou art the thunder-cloud, the seasons and the seas.
Thou art beginningless and all-pervading.
From Thee all the worlds are born.
(traditional verses of India's Yajur Veda with explanatory notes on
Sanskrit terms)
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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