Guest guest Posted June 6, 2001 Report Share Posted June 6, 2001 Hi Wolfie! You got me howling at the moon, my man! Got me ready to compose a pig poem: Pig Poem for Barnyard Awakening With this oil upon thy brow I do anoink thee. For thou oinkly do I shiver and shake. Thou doest anoink my head with oil, too! Oink! I'm a pig for your love! Like a pig in a poke I just awoke! Here me squeel with zeal! Yes - you are too real! Too real for words, which slide from your body Like oinkly oil that's not shoddy... Are ya ready ta party? The animals all dance out of love for you! The stars shine for you! I howl and oink for you! No where to be found, never around, yet all the barnyard's howlin' and moanin' out of love for you! I'll oink all day for your love. A pig in mud so deep it has no bottom. Just deeper and deeper, and full of shining oinking light and life! Oinkama Danama edgar cayce?...come on, man....go sit and practice....go write a sci-fi trilogy....words are symbols.....20,000 ago?...sit until you can see your face before you were born.....mental concepts are empty.....you are seeking the reality of your consciousness in allegory.....you have surrendered your soverign beingness to your rational mind....the Beloved does not reside in the words of some dead and self-annointed authority on higher consciousness....the Beloved is looking at you in the mirror when you shave in the morning.....she is the one who hands you your razor to remind you that if you do not shave it will scratch her chin....the Beloved is not an abstraction....the Beloved is as real as the next rock you stub your toe on!....go write the Beloved some 'pig poetry'....love that phrases i do (reminds me of the color 'pink' that reminds me of the pink rose on the underside of all beginnings).....^^~~~~~ further up and futher in, white wolfe Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 7, 2001 Report Share Posted June 7, 2001 YEAH!!!!! DANSAN....ROTFLOL....GIDDY BEYOND GLEE...CHASING MY TALE....TONYSAN....IF I MAKE A NOMINATION WILL YOU SECOND IT.....I NOMINATE "Pig Poem for Baryard Awkening" as the First Winner of the Twice Millenial Interglatic Non-Duality Pig Poetry Contest!...what do you say?.....^^~~~~~~ Re: White Wolfe / Pig Poem #1 Hi Wolfie!You got me howling at the moon, my man!Got me ready to compose a pig poem:Pig Poem for Barnyard AwakeningWith this oil upon thy brow I do anoink thee.For thou oinkly do I shiver and shake.Thou doest anoink my head with oil, too!Oink! I'm a pig for your love!Like a pig in a poke I just awoke!Here me squeel with zeal!Yes - you are too real!Too real for words, which slide from your bodyLike oinkly oil that's not shoddy...Are ya ready ta party?The animals all dance out of love for you!The stars shine for you!I howl and oink for you!No where to be found, never around, yet all the barnyard's howlin' and moanin' out of love for you!I'll oink all day for your love.A pig in mud so deep it has no bottom.Just deeper and deeper, and full of shining oinking light and life!Oinkama Danama edgar cayce?...come on, man....go sit and practice....go write a sci-fitrilogy....words are symbols.....20,000 ago?...sit until you can see yourface before you were born.....mental concepts are empty.....you are seekingthe reality of your consciousness in allegory.....you have surrendered yoursoverign beingness to your rational mind....the Beloved does not reside inthe words of some dead and self-annointed authority on higherconsciousness....the Beloved is looking at you in the mirror when you shavein the morning.....she is the one who hands you your razor to remind youthat if you do not shave it will scratch her chin....the Beloved is not anabstraction....the Beloved is as real as the next rock you stub your toeon!....go write the Beloved some 'pig poetry'....love that phrases i do(reminds me of the color 'pink' that reminds me of the pink rose on theunderside of all beginnings).....^^~~~~~further up and futher in,white wolfe/join All paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights, perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is always Present. It is Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the Finality of Eternal Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of Self-Knowledge, spontaneously arising from within into It Self. Welcome all to a.Your use of is subject to the Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 7, 2001 Report Share Posted June 7, 2001 Oh Dan! ))))) This is terrible! >Got me ready to compose a pig poem: > >Pig Poem for Barnyard Awakening > >With this oil upon thy brow I do anoink thee. >For thou oinkly do I shiver and shake. >Thou doest anoink my head with oil, too! >Oink! I'm a pig for your love! And yet by the end I was loving it... >A pig in mud so deep it has no bottom. >Just deeper and deeper, and full > of shining oinking light and life! Wonderful!! Salaam, O Oinkama Danama Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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