Guest guest Posted June 13, 2002 Report Share Posted June 13, 2002 going, going, gone Watch the colors consecrate the sky Like watercolors not allowed to dry Crimson into indigo A blush of pink at dawn Going, going, gone going, going, gone i remember seeking refuge from some storm Believing love lay with my lover's form My arms reached for assurances As if i could hold on Going, going, gone Going, going, gone Like a kaleidoscope The patterns change: they rise and fall We can cling to the shape of things Or find the hand that turns it all When she died i tried, but i could not find A trace of her in the body left behind She danced awhile, and then the life That lived her was withdrawn Going, going, gone Going, going, gone Can you bear, can you bear the beauty With the pain? And face the truth, bittersweet, That nothing will remain Nothing but pure consciousness Before, beneath, beyond The going, going, gone The going, going, gone Like a kaleidoscope The patterns shift and rearrange We can cling to the shape of things Or finally, ask, what does not change So i must serve the eternal flame that burns >From which we came, to which all of this returns On the alter of the infinite i lay my life, my song Going, going, gone going, going, gone Going, going Going, going... Love, Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 13, 2002 Report Share Posted June 13, 2002 exquisite! .......and look!...I can read it again! love, Shawn on 6/13/02 5:15 AM, mazie_l at sraddha54 (AT) hotmail (DOT) com wrote: going, going, gone Watch the colors consecrate the sky Like watercolors not allowed to dry Crimson into indigo A blush of pink at dawn Going, going, gone going, going, gone i remember seeking refuge from some storm Believing love lay with my lover's form My arms reached for assurances As if i could hold on Going, going, gone Going, going, gone Like a kaleidoscope The patterns change: they rise and fall We can cling to the shape of things Or find the hand that turns it all When she died i tried, but i could not find A trace of her in the body left behind She danced awhile, and then the life That lived her was withdrawn Going, going, gone Going, going, gone Can you bear, can you bear the beauty With the pain? And face the truth, bittersweet, That nothing will remain Nothing but pure consciousness Before, beneath, beyond The going, going, gone The going, going, gone Like a kaleidoscope The patterns shift and rearrange We can cling to the shape of things Or finally, ask, what does not change So i must serve the eternal flame that burns >From which we came, to which all of this returns On the alter of the infinite i lay my life, my song Going, going, gone going, going, gone Going, going Going, going... Love, Mazie /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...
Guest guest Posted June 13, 2002 Report Share Posted June 13, 2002 , shawn <shawn@w...> wrote: .......and look!...I can read it again! .....Dear Shawn, you are exquisite! LoveAlways, b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 13, 2002 Report Share Posted June 13, 2002 on 6/13/02 12:52 PM, hrtbeat7 at hrtbeat7 wrote: , shawn <shawn@w...> wrote: .......and look!...I can read it again! .....Dear Shawn, you are exquisite! LoveAlways, b ================= Thank you, Bob! And you are a laser as usual! I was going to read the Wonder of Futility......but what's the point of that? Oh yeah, PLAY! What a great paradox eh?....an essay entitled the Wonder of Futility. The ones made happy by experience have no desire to look for more....untill that pendulum swings round again and then WAM! GET ME OUT OF HERE!! We must really "get it" that there is *no* *out* love, Shawn /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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