Avalanche In A Teacup

[Guest guest]

Reading this is dangerous,

this wild heart knows few limits,

so for safety's sake,

turn your mind to other pursuits,

before you are tempted to contemplate

the power of these few words:

 

 

 

 

You know,

how when you're

drinking something

in a glass or cup

with ice in it,

and as you tip it up

the ice collapses

causing whats inside

to gush out

in your face,

and run down your front.

Well, this is how

awakening happens,

and whenever

this occurs,

you'll remember

what was written here,

think of me me smiling,

and even perhaps

begin to understand

the power of words.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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[Guest guest]

On Sun, 9 Jun 2002, hrtbeat7 wrote:

>

> ...ah, but the true poet

> has no idea about writing, since

> the true poet is but the vehicle for

> what wants to be sung, wants to be heard, and

> so the true poet speaks with no voice, for

> she has become every voice, as every voice cries

> out through her in unadulterated bliss of being, Singing

> to Itself, Herself, All Self, No Self!

> there is nothing to be seen --

> no avalanche, no teacup, no midnight-rising sun.

> What Is does not see Itself, but Is Itself --

> hanging out by the fuzzy trees with the

> clapping turtles for company!

 

 

the sun rises,

and the blue river flows

toward the sea.

 

the bell rings,

and it is time to rise.

 

--janpa