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Best Poems From
ERHARD HANS JOSEF LANG
(January 8,1957)
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Divinizing Coincidences - A Regal Lesson On Cosmic Mind
I. VERSES OF INDIA'S SACRED VEDAS:
His form is not an object of vision;
no one beholds Him with the eyes.
They who, through pure intellect and the Knowledge of Unity
based upon reflection, realise Him as
abiding in the heart become immortal.
It is because Thou, O Lord, art birthless, that
some rare souls, frightened by birth and death, take refuge in Thee.
O Rudra, may Thy benign face protect me for ever!
O Rudra, do not, in Thy wrath, destroy our children and grand-children.
Do not destroy our lives; do not destroy our cows and horses;
do not destroy our strong servants.
For we invoke Thee always, with oblations, for our protection.
II. ONE NOTEDLY DIVINIZED COINCIDENCE:
A few years ago, at the very end, on the last day, of
a week-long non-stop Vedic fire-ritual sacrifice to Rudra,
conducted by American Hindu monks on American soil
with the help of several outstanding Indian priests,
flown in for that religious feat from India herself,
Britain's erstwhile infamous punk & princess Lady Diana,
heir-to-be to the throne of England
ill-credited world-wide for an openly sexually promiscuous behaviour,
obviously thus having incurred Rudra's wrath over time,
has happened to be lifted herself up to
passing onward to a higher stage,
coinciding with Rudra's spirit's being aroused for once to
Its highest potent state of interest, with Him
nodding on to the arranging by Fate for
that fatal car accident which sadly killed her.
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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Geese That Start To Prick The Spotless
What in all the world
would our knowledgable meta-scientists proclaim
if all of sudden a sort of
nervous confusion were to befall
our other animals too?
And for example a certain group of spotted geese
were to start attacking all other geese
who differed in no other way
than that their plumage was all spotless?
'Hitler in his likes being reborn! '
'The demon is coming back in the shape of geese.'
As if their goose leader had called out to all of them:
'We're now going on a little hunting spree first,
before we're to sit back again and be relaxed.'
This is but only a surrealistic poem
since the exposed matter is most unlikely
to ever happen in the animal world proper.
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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Globalisation In The Ghetto
The Finns have been reporting in March of 2007
that two Dutchmen had voiced fears through a German mouth-piece,
a number-one trading paper in the world,
that mistakes of the interior market were to jeopardize the future of
the European Union.
The Finnish report was now presented by me, born a German,
living in a cosy far-off corner in the Far East,
in a German translation,
making use of the U.S.-seated internet,
a high-speed instant spy communication state-of-the-art gadget,
invented and first employed by the American Central Intelligence
Agency, then
later on made available for the use of the masses of people and all
our civilian and private communications almost worldwide.
I had chosen to likewise inform both Dutchmen by electrical mail, another
outcrop of the above-mentioned modern instant fast lane
communicating, that
said article, in which the two were mentioned as originators of the
ideas
of liberty the article came to speak of,
was now published for a vast publicity of German readers
on an electronical journal about A World Wholly Without Money under the title of
'Blurringly cut images of the market - on a colourfully painted
background of disarmingly fencing happy-go-lucky-knights of money'.
The electrical mail info being, naturally so
in a commonly globalized ghetto,
first of all a rhetoric one.
Wouldn't someone eventually want to listen up to a contemporary
from outside the fences of the ghettoes
and get up starting to
act up on de-ghettoizing the world
for freeing the world from our dreary lot of serfdom for the money?
There's hope for heavenly changes
with everyone who nods
to the need to change our earthly lots -
on the global scale.
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The German-language electronic journal 'Eine Welt so ganz ohne Geld' mentioned in the poem, a modern-day 'Till-Eulenspiegel' satire - 'stealthily mirroring the'sleeping' reader's world from his/her own personal looking-glass' is found at libidopter.twoday.net
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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Intelligent Collusion Among The Species
Already by the way how at the gate to another' s property
The dog is barking at the stranger who had approached the vicinity
One may conclude about the intelligence of the dog' s master and of
All the ones who live there along with their protective family dog.
Only, one has to learn first
How to interpret a dog's attitude in barking properly.
A dog may be reckoned to bark up a new face on the block of those
Among his master's visitors to the home
Up to a thirteenth time of the newcomer' s strangely odoured wave of intrusion
Until he'd take its presence for granted.
As far goes a dog's loyalty to his master
And his suspicious distrust as chief protector of family
Towards any untoward figure unrecollected.
Dogs matters go long ways.
Human matters are outstanding.
If a human thinks it good that
Animals are stupid beings or else
One of them might one day die
With envy over not having been born likewise a human
That human is the ignorant one among the two beings,
For it is him who doesn't realize
That the animal individual rather felt that it were
His privilege and Best of fates
Exactly to have come into this world
As what it had come,
A simple-woven being in a neat body package, with
No great fuzzing over matters.
'Humans are by all their means no better beings than ourselves.
All their rumbling and battling,
Grumbling and fretting,
And flaunting of teeth and
Stretching the face muscle
In the face of others
Over matters in which we keep silent
Still makes them no better eaters of foods,
No better drinkers, minglers, decorators.
Nor are they better than us in falling asleep and in waking up.
We, the animals are the easier-going dream-timers in this world, It's only
Good I haven't come into this world
As him who always barks indefinably ever varyingly,
Incomprehensively,
And yet only eats the same old bread.'
There's no better or worse in the world of animals.
Humans are the distinctive ones.
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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