Love's calligraphy on this liittle pond down below

[Guest guest]

Hi Wim...O good, bigger print -usually you whisper in wee letters.

Long after each drop has surrendered itself to the shared anonymity of

this little pond of water, the calligraphy of those two big words,

'universal love' is still graphing itself on the small pond's surface.

I want to say a bit about why I kept writing to Tony the way I did,

altogether knowing well that I was not harming him, or as Tony says:

"....this never happened at all."

I am like a stubborn farmer, Tony is like a stubborn donkey. When I push

the donkey, the donkey pushes back. When I pull the donkey the donkey

pulls back. When I leave the donkey alone the donkey is not going

anywhere. From the donkey's perspective all of this is of course the

other way around.

In the end, it all evens out, but did nothing really happen at all? Is

it that what Tony means?

Some of Tony's last words to me were:

> However there are two things I hold to.

> 1. Ramana's 'Who am I?', and

> 2. the fact that this never happened at all.

Who am I?

Tony, when you happen upon the answer, will you tell me?

Lovingly remaining until that happens, Wim

Spoken like a true Bodhisattva, Wim.

I have never heard or read any words from any master speaking to any

being who would say, "This never happened at all" as this discounts

the suffering of beings.

If actions did not have effect on minds and hearts, teachers would not

teach through words and through their compassionate example.

Communication on any 'level' is the expression of wisdom and

compassion. Since 'nothing happens at all' why not then communicate

willingly and kindly about anything? Sometimes it seems that 'Tony'

is saying to other 'you did not happen at all and you do not matter'.

For me this has been a most fruitful encounter. I could not

recognize this dynamic if it did not also exist in this "Joyce' here.

Sometimes I notice that even when I am quite willing to communicate,

it can come out in a way that indicates to other that what I am

really saying is that only 'I' and my reality matters, they and their

reality do not. There is no blame or gain in anything, just occassions

for further and deeper reflection. And for this, I am grateful. I am

intrigued that this is possible through a chat list, yet why not?

Everything matters if you decide that everything and everyone

matters. Since it is 'I' that has never happened at all, it stands

to reason that everything left over is an expression of wisdom and

compassion. Not something to close doors to, something fine to wish

to communicate with, to allow. Still, I have heard even great

masters say that they teach, that is just what they do, and if others

do not want to listen, they remain unperturbed. When any being

discovers freedom from suffering, they automatically desire to share

wisdom with other on the way. This seems to come with the

non-territory of Realization.

Remaining lovingly and otherwise, a work-in-progress,

Joyce

[Guest guest]

I am like the ground on which

the farmer and donkey struggle,

each minding the other,

each viewing the other as stubborn,

neither noticing me.

In their minds, each conceives

of a universe around self,

each tries to encounter the

other within this universe,

and each feels me only as something

"beneath" ...

Yet without me, they would not

be there.

Love,

Dirtclod

(snip)

I am like a stubborn farmer, Tony is like a stubborn donkey. When I

push

the donkey, the donkey pushes back. When I pull the donkey the

donkey

pulls back. When I leave the donkey alone the donkey is not going

anywhere. From the donkey's perspective all of this is of course the

other way around.

In the end, it all evens out, but did nothing really happen at all?

Is

it that what Tony means?

Some of Tony's last words to me were:

> However there are two things I hold to.

> 1. Ramana's 'Who am I?', and

> 2. the fact that this never happened at all.

Who am I?

Tony, when you happen upon the answer, will you tell me?

Lovingly remaining until that happens, Wim

[Guest guest]

Dear Joyce,

Hi Wim...O good, bigger print -usually you whisper in wee letters.

Funny, how this on my screen is typing smaller still. I'm not using my

own computer lately, as my laptop lost its backlight... have a hard

time understanding how this program uses fonts. Of course I can

change all the defaults in Tools Options, but I'll leave it alone.

Love, Wim

[Guest guest]

Dear Daniel,

 

You wrote:

I am like the ground on which the farmer and donkey struggle, each

minding the other, each viewing the other as stubborn, neither

noticing me.

Now I know that it was you who grounded me.

 

(Laughs)

 

Sorry if the font is hard to read.

 

Love, Wim

[Guest guest]

At 09:26 AM 6/12/01 -0700, you wrote:

Dear

Daniel,

 

You wrote:

I am like the ground on which

the farmer and donkey struggle,

each minding the other,

each viewing the other as stubborn,

neither noticing me.

Now I know that it was you who grounded me.

 

(Laughs)

 

Sorry if the font is hard to read.

 

Love, Wim

Dear Wim,

Uh, oh.

Now you know --

I'd try to escape notice

somewhere, but under

the circumstances,

that would be rather difficult.

Hey -- groundhogs don't see

well anyway, let alone

when you type that small ...

Love,

Groundhog