Pig Poetry.

[Guest guest]

Namaste All,

 

There are a lot of pig poets out there. Once upon a time Indra the God

decided to try being a pig. He had a pig wife and pig children and

wallowed in the mud and was happy. In fact he forgot altogether that

he was a God. Then his cohorts came along and killed the pig and Indra

regained his consciousness as a God...what a dream.

 

Animals at all levels have wives and children for exactly the same

reason human animals do. Sex is a bodily function, that only exists in

the material world. It is as dirty or as beautiful as anything else.

Depends on your attitude to it. Being a primeval animal instinct it

has a great tendency to cause people to be attached to it, that is

always the impediment in everything---attachment and reverse

attachment or aversion. It is in fact probably the strongest of

attachments and one of the most difficult to overcome.

 

Most human love is attachment whether it is with a partner or with

children. Where are all your previous millions of wives/husbands and

children? Most children are actually 'pet humans'.

 

I know of no-one who has achieved mukti through the tantra alone. I am

talking of the common sexual distortion of the tantra of course.

 

People go through all kinds of gymnastics talking of siva/sakti etc.

Most is just convenient rationalisation of behaviour.

 

Love is God and God is Love, Love is an energy in illusion. But it is

not indulgence or attachment. It is not warm fuzzies etc etc. That's

just emotion. Love is a deeper thing altogether.

 

Warm fuzzie poetry is pig poetry!

 

I don't mean to offend anyone here, but this isn't the K-list with all

the variety over there.

 

Neither am I responding for approval or for people to like me. I am

indifferent to that, I am just responding.

 

OM Namah Sivaya......Tony.

[Guest guest]

Tony:

> There are a lot of pig poets out there. Once upon a time Indra the God

> decided to try being a pig. He had a pig wife and pig children and

> wallowed in the mud and was happy. In fact he forgot altogether that

> he was a God. Then his cohorts came along and killed the pig and Indra

> regained his consciousness as a God...what a dream.

> Animals at all levels have wives and children for exactly the same

> reason human animals do. Sex is a bodily function, that only exists in

> the material world. It is as dirty or as beautiful as anything else.

> Depends on your attitude to it. Being a primeval animal instinct it

> has a great tendency to cause people to be attached to it, that is

> always the impediment in everything---attachment and reverse

> attachment or aversion. It is in fact probably the strongest of

> attachments and one of the most difficult to overcome.

> Most human love is attachment whether it is with a partner or with

> children. Where are all your previous millions of wives/husbands and

> children? Most children are actually 'pet humans'.

> I know of no-one who has achieved mukti through the tantra alone. I am

> talking of the common sexual distortion of the tantra of course.

> People go through all kinds of gymnastics talking of siva/sakti etc.

> Most is just convenient rationalisation of behaviour.

> Love is God and God is Love, Love is an energy in illusion. But it is

> not indulgence or attachment. It is not warm fuzzies etc etc. That's

> just emotion. Love is a deeper thing altogether.

> Warm fuzzie poetry is pig poetry!

> I don't mean to offend anyone here, but this isn't the K-list with all

> the variety over there.

> Neither am I responding for approval or for people to like me. I am

> indifferent to that, I am just responding.

> OM Namah Sivaya......Tony.

 

..... poor unenlightened Tony. I feel sorry for everything you 'know'.....

The miracle of Enlightenment is that it includes everything that you ever

thought wasn't Enlightenment. Once you realize the all inclusive nature of

existence, there is no experience that you need to avoid nor disparage.

Divinity is everywhere. You cannot even look anywhere where it is not.

Love,

Mira