Moving On

[Guest guest]

I went to a movie yesterday afternoon and as I watched the previews I

looked for the sorrow in me. I couldn't find it.

Then I realized I had never noticed looking for it before. I had

just noticed the sorrow itself. The sorrow had been created by the

looking and expectation but I had never noticed this. This act of

looking for it was very clear and once realized, I could remember

doing it before.

All during the movie I kept looking for the sorrow that was with me

for so long but it was gone from its usual spot.

I had a nice dream last night where I offered my ex-wife, now

deceased, some of my Mother's rare pear butter for her biscuit. She

heaped it on as I hoped she would cause it's best that way. I glowed

at her. As she chewed with a full mouth, she smiled broadly at me

the way she used to.

Thank you Harshaji and everybody on the list for being here.

Love Bobby G.

[Guest guest]

Bobby, you are so beautiful.

It shines whether you use a keyboard or a brush.

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bgbbyg (AT) aol (DOT) com

Friday, October 05, 2001 7:43 AM

Moving On

I went to a movie yesterday afternoon and as I watched the previews I

looked for the sorrow in me. I couldn't find it.Then I realized I

had never noticed looking for it before. I had just noticed the

sorrow itself. The sorrow had been created by the looking and

expectation but I had never noticed this. This act of looking for it

was very clear and once realized, I could remember doing it before.All

during the movie I kept looking for the sorrow that was with me for so

long but it was gone from its usual spot.I had a nice dream last night

where I offered my ex-wife, now deceased, some of my Mother's rare

pear butter for her biscuit. She heaped it on as I hoped she would

cause it's best that way. I glowed at her. As she chewed with a full

mouth, she smiled broadly at me the way she used to.Thank you Harshaji

and everybody on the list for being here.Love Bobby

G./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

[Guest guest]

Thanks Kheyala and tg;

 

The best part of being a visual artist is looking at things. I just

ride around a lot and goof off.

It is nice to be appreciated.

Love Bobby G.

[Guest guest]

You have a rare talent, Bobby,

so just keep on doin' whatever

you're doin! :-)

 

On Fri, 05 Oct 2001 20:47:57 -0000 bgbbyg writes:

> Thanks Kheyala and tg;

>

> The best part of being a visual artist is looking at things. I just

> ride around a lot and goof off.

> It is nice to be appreciated.

> Love Bobby G.

>

 

 

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