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DEAD SEA SCROLLS: TEXTS

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The Book of Secrets

1Q27, 4Q299-301

4Q301 F1

(...) I shall speak out freely, and I shall express my various sayings among you (...) (.. those who would understand parables and riddles, and those who would penetrate the origins of knowledge, along with those who hold fast to the wonderful mysteries ...) (...) those who walk in simplicity as well as those who are devious in every activity of the deeds of humanity ...) those with a stiff neck, a hard pate, and all the mass of the Gentiles, with (...)

4Q301 F2

the customs of the fool and the inheritance of the wise (...) Now what good is the riddle to you, you who search for the origins of knowledge? Why is the heart honored, for it is the dominion (...) a parable? Why is it splendid to you, for it is (...) Why is a prince (...) ruler? (...) without strength, and he dominates him with a whip that cost nothing. Who could say (...) who among you seeks the presence of Light and Illumination (...) the plan of memory without (...) (...) by the angels of (...) (...) those who praise (...)

4Q300 F3

so that they would know the difference between good and evil .....)

1Q27 col 1

secrets of sin (...) but they did not know the secret of the way things are nor did they understand the things of old and they did not know what would come upon them, so they did not rescue themselves without the secret of the way things are. This shall be the sign that this shall come to pass : when the sources of evil are shut up and wickedness is banished in the presence of righteousness, as darkness in the presence of light, or as smoke vanishes and is no more, in the same way wickedness will vanish forever and righteousness will be manifest like the sun. The world will be made firm and all the adherents of the secrets of sin shall be no more. True knowledge shall fill the world and there will never be any more folly. This is all ready to happen, it is a true oracle, and by this it shall be known to you that it cannot be averted.

It is true that all the peoples reject evil, yet it advances in all of them. It is true that truth is esteemed in the utterances of all the nations - yet is there  any tongue or language that grasp it? What nation wants to be oppressed by another that is stronger? Or who wants his money to be stolen by a wicked man? Yet what nation is there that has not oppressed its neighbor? Where is the people that has not robbed the wealth of another ...

4Q299 F2 (+ 4Q300 F5) Col 2

what should we call a man who ... his) deeds (...) but every deed of the righteous has been judged impure. And what shall we call man who (... call no one on earth) wise or righteous, for it is not a human possession (...) and not (...) (...wisdom is hidden) except for the wisdom of cunning evil, and the schemes of Belial ...) a thing that ought never to be done again, except (...) the command of his Maker ; and what shall a man do and live? ... he who) has violated the command of his Maker shall have his name erased from the mouth of all (...) (...) So listen, you who hold fast to the wonderful secrets ...) of eternity , and the plots behind every did, and the purpose of  .... He knows) every secret and stands behind very thought. He does every (... the Lord of all) is He, from long ago He established it, and forever (...) (...) the purpose of the origins he opened up to (...) (...) for he tests His son, and gives as an inheritance (...) (...) every secret, and he limits of every deed; and what (...) (...) the Gentiles, for He created them and their deeds (...)

4Q300 F1 Col 2

Consider the soothsayers, those teachers of sin. Say the parable, declare the riddle before we speak ; then you will know if  you have understood. (...) your foolishness, for the vision is sealed up from you, and you have not properly understood the eternal mysteries and you have not become wise in understanding (...) (...) for you
have not properly understood the origin of Wisdom; but if you should unseal the vision (...) (...) all your wisdom, for to you (...) Hear now what wisdom is.

4Q299 F5

(...light)s of the stars for a memorial of His name ...)(...hidden) things of the mysteries of Light and the ways of Darkness (...) (...) the times of heat with the periods (of cold....) (... the breaking of day) and the coming of night (...) (...) the origins of things (...).

4Q299 F8

(...) How can a man understand without knowledge or hearing? (...) (...) He created insight for His children, by much wisdom He uncovered our ears tat we may h(ear...) (...) He created insight for all those who pursue true knowledge and (...) (...) all wisdom is from eternity; it may not be changed (...) (...) He locked up behind the waters , so that not (...) (...) the heaven above heaven (...)

4Q301 F3

(...) and He is well known for His patience, and might in His great anger, and splendid (...) He in His numerous acts of mercy, and terrible  in His wrathful purposes, and honored (...) (...) and over the land He made him a ruler, and God is honored among His Holy people, and splendid among His chosen, yes , splendid (...) holy, great in the blessing of (...) (...) their splendor and (...) when the Era of Wickedness is at an end, and evil doing (...)


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Nature and Love Poetry of Mongolian Poet, Hadaa Sendoo

( Dr.Hadaa Sendoo was born in 1961 in Mongolia. His verses  have been selected for The Best Mongolian Poetry and in 2006. He has published 11 collections of poetry, including The Nomadic Songs and Moonlight (1989);Rock song ( l996);The Land’s Words ( 2000);The Steppe ( 2005);Come Back to Earth  (2009);Selected Poems of Hadaa Sendoo(Istanbul, 2011);  New and Selected Poems of Hadaa Sendoo(USA,2011). In 2000, Sendoo  won the Poet of the Millennium Award. In 2008, won World Poetry Ambassador Medal in Canada. In 2009, He won the Mongolian Writers Union Prize. His poems have been translated  into more than 30 languages. In 2010, The American Biographical Institute conferred Hadaa Sendoo with the title of 2010 Man of the Year.)

THE MOONLIGHT AND MY MEMORY 

Am I a child who has last his garden

Am I a riding boot lost but found by you

Am I a diffuse cloud after you collected

Or a fish asleep in the river

Or a petal dropped from the Milky Way

                                                                                                                                                              

Am I a sword that is unable to pierce darkness

O, my memory, flying over Jiayu Pass

Flying towards the north, then southwest

On the way home

No tourist appears.

                                                                 (c) Dr. Hadaa Sendoo

LONELINESS AND LITTLE YELLOW FLOWERS  

O, the little yellow flowers

Swaying in the breeze in June

I think you would not be unhappy

When seeing me moving towards you

Even half of the sky and the lonely tablet inscription

Are all covered with dark cloud

Shandu, you hear my tired voice

Like a running pony heartbeat fast

O, the little yellow flowers

I think you will be touched

When you know I love you so much .

                                                                    (c) Dr. Hadaa Sendoo

 http://ariseasia.blogspot.com/2011/07/nature-and-love-poetry-of-great.html

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Ilire Zajmi & Fahredin Shehu në Mirëmëngjesi Kosovë

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William S. Peters, Sr.

William S. Peters, Sr.

USA

'Come' . . . New Book and CD : 'the light in the window'

the light in the window




there’s a light in the window
beckoning me to come
come on in from without of myself
softly it whispers to my soul
drawing my desires to it’s warmth

there’s a light in the window
nay, not a sun light bright
an embracing nurturing light
that of a mother’s breast
that i lay my head upon
and listen . . .
to the heartbeat of prerequited love

there’s a light in the window
it’s smiling my name
colors flowing into my head
filled with possibilities
possibilities that i can
i am assured, yes

there’s a light in the window
whose sparkling luminescence
is dancing upon the skin of my delusion
peeling me apart layer by layer
leaving me exposed and raw
is it my truth

there’s a light in the window
breathing my air . . .
dripping with hope
that this may be the place
the place of my reconciliation
. . . with self

there’s a light in the window
the window with no barrier
no glass to pane me
pain me or cut
yet i am quickened
from sash to sill
i drop and pay homage
to the light in the window

yes,
there’s a light in the window

(c) 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.




http://innerchildenterprises.podomatic.com/entry/2011-06-26T22_58_53-07_00

Tetragon

                 

One may only dream of path he went through;

he is released from the bondage women has tied;

the last he met...had azure eyes an abandoned puppet

of the silkworm who passed a cell benign

of the thievery corporate

she swallowed all dreams and hopes; what remained

for her was the ears as strong as Bat; and the appetite

of the abyss for the others words

today he is free to love again; to dream the other side

and meet creatures; even different from Men

He is free and brave as knight of light; a crafted

Charioteer who read in the orbit of frozen soil; and

showed of what he is made in

he told which is the real place of primitive psycho-morphed units

and joined the Riders of the Nothingness passed

across the Emerald Meadow and dark green hills of tea;

and whatever he says it is...Aliud dictur, Aliud demonstratur[1]

thus to avoid whatever you may consider a burden

as whatever you may conceal as anger or sin

He does not want to disappoint for he is here to please

everything what is difficult to be pleased

He brought a child from Divine Maternity; what

you now hear is the cry of this very Baby; you may

milk him or you may burry; it's up to you

you are apt to accept or abandon since he

Is aware...: 

THE MAN WILL NOT ACCEPT,

WHAT HE DOESN’T EXPECT

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[1] Lat. Something else is said, something else is showed 

Happy Hanukkah

Let there be warm light at night to comfort, so that down becomes a new day of clarity and courage

"La Granada", Oslo, Norway, December 2011

Editor: Kristian Wikborg Wiese