Guest guest Posted October 10, 2001 Report Share Posted October 10, 2001 Welcome to the new members and thanks everyone for being here. Jill, Bob, and Erich, and others, I am still planning to respond to your posts....maybe this weekend. James, I love your answers to the question of whether God could make a stone too heavy to lift! Thanks Brother! is a peace loving group with a spiritual orientation. Conversations or posts with a political edge should be carried on in appropriate forums elsewhere. The Sangha appreciates good poetry, good humor (good humor) and posts on Sri Ramana are welcome. Conversations on Yoga, Tantra, Kundalini, Heart, Self, Shiva, Shakti, Psychology, Philosophy, as it emanates from the great world teachings and religions and basically anything you can think of as long as it is in the context of nonviolence, amity, and peace is fine. Discussion on Math, Sociology, Anthropology, and Physics are OK too. Thank you. Carry on Sanghis! :-). Love to all Harsha Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 10, 2001 Report Share Posted October 10, 2001 Dear Whoever I don't know how my e-mail address appeared on this group but I do not wish to receive any more e-mails. Can someone please tell me how to stop receiving e-mails. Many Thanks Tee Liburd - ErcAshfrd (AT) aol (DOT) com Harshasatsangh Wednesday, October 10, 2001 11:20 AM The Satsangh Of The Heart. No one can live apart, from the satsangh of the heart. For your generation, is born of itself from the children that love creates. Each child the progeny of the mothering, that births you into loves communion. Without this intercourse, the seed sleeps in the ground, mute within the ice crystal. Move your reason into the neighborhood of the phoenix. Gather your homeless children, into the ovum of the universe, and bathe in the pool of loves home in you. The whole spiritual way is to find this abode and stay there until you can fly with the wings that only love unfolds. First there must be a prodigal returning. This homecoming is a knocking upon a door, that has been your frozen kingdom. You have put a spell on yourself. The princess sleeps in the castle while her lover sought the sun elsewhere. Yet this door you closed upon the heart is only the frost of a long winter of sleep. It can be melted. The key to any opening is to know there is no door. There is a brittleness encasing every neglected heart, that only a longing to be your own heart warming can soften. Just one ember of desire can be lit with the breath of this longing. Work to melt this chill, with a constant and passionate fire. Soften this threshold by calling to the heart behind it. Nothing can withstand the love song of two lovers remembering their one love. There is a portal in the body of the soul, that is one with a constellation of devoted gods that would love you as themselves. Fall into that void, as you would fall into the arms of a pantheon of lovers. Seek out the cosmology of love, and name each divinity your love child. This is our household, our affectionate inhabitance. From this shinning and indwelling, we move outward, dressed in the cloth of love. Arrayed with the signs of loves home in us. We have awoken the sun and it shines through the transparency of the world. When you live in the community of the heart, the Beloved will claim you. She will come live within you as the sweetest of song birds, to alight on any branch you consent to share with her. You shall be her eye in the hearts of others, knowing there is no other but you, as the song of Her love. There are those who believe they are orphans in this world. Will you not sing to them? Gods voice rings in your heart, and it is your eternal call. You have the heart of Jesus. Touch once the hem of loves garment, and the sores of regret shall be healed. Seek that inward Messiah. and share a cup of union with the Beloved, who invites you to be Her. Love eric. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> All works and compositions found on the page submitted by ErcAshfrd (AT) aol (DOT) com Are the Copyright of E. J. Ashford. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> /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 October 10, 2001 Report Share Posted October 10, 2001 Evidently, you d and then promptly forgot about it! Does the following bring back any memories? 10/7/2001 9:47 am tee.walwyn Subscribed via web. You can the same way that you d. If you are new to the net, and can't remember or figure it out, I will do it later for you tonight. Please let me know. Thank you. We hope everyone else is here of their own free will! :-). Love to all Harsha , "tee.walwyn" <tee.walwyn@n...> wrote: > Dear Whoever > > I don't know how my e-mail address appeared on this group but I do not wish to receive any more e-mails. Can someone please tell me how to stop receiving e-mails. > > Many Thanks > > Tee Liburd > - > ErcAshfrd@a... > Harshasatsangh > Wednesday, October 10, 2001 11:20 AM > The Satsangh Of The Heart. > > > > > No one can live apart, from the satsangh of the heart. For > your generation, is born of itself from the children that love > creates. Each child the progeny of the mothering, that births > you into loves communion. Without this intercourse, > the seed sleeps in the ground, mute within the ice crystal. > > Move your reason into the neighborhood of the phoenix. > Gather your homeless children, into the ovum of the > universe, and bathe in the pool of loves home in you. The > whole spiritual way is to find this abode and stay there until > you can fly with the wings that only love unfolds. > > First there must be a prodigal returning. This homecoming > is a knocking upon a door, that has been your frozen > kingdom. You have put a spell on yourself. The princess > sleeps in the castle while her lover sought the sun elsewhere. > Yet this door you closed upon the heart is only the frost of a > long winter of sleep. It can be melted. The key to any > opening is to know there is no door. > > There is a brittleness encasing every neglected heart, that > only a longing to be your own heart warming can soften. > Just one ember of desire can be lit with the breath of this > longing. Work to melt this chill, with a constant and > passionate fire. Soften this threshold by calling to the heart > behind it. Nothing can withstand the love song of two lovers > remembering their one love. > > There is a portal in the body of the soul, that is one with a > constellation of devoted gods that would love you as > themselves. Fall into that void, as you would fall into the > arms of a pantheon of lovers. Seek out the cosmology of > love, and name each divinity your love child. > > This is our household, our affectionate inhabitance. From > this shinning and indwelling, we move outward, dressed in > the cloth of love. Arrayed with the signs of loves home in us. > We have awoken the sun and it shines through the > transparency of the world. > > When you live in the community of the heart, the Beloved > will claim you. She will come live within you as the sweetest > of song birds, to alight on any branch you consent to share > with her. You shall be her eye in the hearts of others, > knowing there is no other but you, as the song of Her love. > > > There are those who believe > they are orphans in this world. > Will you not sing to them? > Gods voice rings in your heart, > and it is your eternal call. > > You have the heart of Jesus. > Touch once the hem of loves garment, > and the sores of regret shall be healed. > Seek that inward Messiah. > and share a cup of union with the Beloved, > who invites you to be Her. > > > Love > > eric. > > > > > > > > > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> > All works and compositions found on the page submitted by > ErcAshfrd@a... Are the Copyright of E. J. Ashford. > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> > > Sponsor > > > > > > /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. > > > > Terms of Service. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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