Guest guest Posted June 24, 2002 Report Share Posted June 24, 2002 Trash There is a trash can. It is dumb, and only you can give it a voice. You look at things like this but can you really name them? Look deeper. On a diner counter by your elbow A discarded and used polystyrene cup. A disposable someone else’s nuisance. Yet if you do not know the nature of cup. Why bother with words Such as disposable or polystyrene? It only appears here as a polystyrene cup, because you do not honor the idea that brought it into existence, you do not love the lip that paid it homage. Look deeper. Words like - Disposable and Trash give things a non-existence from you. You believe dead things are alive and alive things are dead. You believe you can fill the world with trash and useful things. You see difference. Just like when you go to war. Nothing is useful to you then, but things made to give death. Death is useful to you then. You only love death. You only love that which can give you death. Yet death is your chance to understand the nature of cup, and drinking, and trash, and life. You look at a corpse and say a tearful prayer, or leap in joyous victory at a sweet kill. Yet only love can kill and it kills you to this insanity forever. Look deeper. I have seen you throw an unborn child away like this, thinking it was disposable. I have seen you kill a father, and a mother as if they were just fodder for your belief guns. For your religion, for your country. For your convenience. For your fear of unsanitary products. As if they were a polystyrene cup. Just a nuisance. Just trash. Sweet victory! I have seen you hang on a diner counter nursing an empty polystyrene cup until they throw you out in the trash. I have seen you trashed by others who would name you so. I have seen all of this in you. Can you see all of this as Love? Love never tires of your craziness. For you cannot kill the creations it sends you only your view of Love. Only your point of view. Only your trash. The way you name things. Look deeper. Love is the form you reject as a nuisance and disposable. Love is all that you would throw away for the sake of consumer convenience. Love is a cup you would disdain to drink from. Love sees no distinction between cup, child, or trash. Only you do and you kill them with a name. Love is your child to all things. Yet you trash it indiscriminately. Love does not discriminate as you do. It is a child holding a polystyrene cup in some disposable place as the bombs fall as you trash it. And your cupped hands cling to your own child as you pray for God to trash all things you do not honor. Sweet victory! Look deeper. love eric Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 24, 2002 Report Share Posted June 24, 2002 Hello, Eric. I am a new member here who used to read your poetry on the NDE list. Wow, what a powerful poem this is. For some reason, the following lines made me cry: "because you do not honor the idea that brought it into existence, you do not love the lip that paid it homage." Thank you. Love, Maggie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 25, 2002 Report Share Posted June 25, 2002 Hello Maggie, I remember you from nde. Welcome to Harsha's place. We often dishoner by judgement the Idea that inspires all of creation into existance. I hope you will feel at home here. love eric Hello, Eric. I am a new member here who used to read your poetry on the NDE list. Wow, what a powerful poem this is. For some reason, the following lines made me cry: "because you do not honor the idea that brought it into existence, you do not love the lip that paid it homage." Thank you. Love, Maggie ------------------------ Sponsor ---------------------~--> Free $5 Love Reading Risk Free! Click Here! ---~-> /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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 25, 2002 Report Share Posted June 25, 2002 Thank you, dear Mazie and Eric for your welcome. For some reason my first two posts to this list took more than 24 hours to show up. Seems a little slow. We'll see what happens with this one... Love, Maggie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 25, 2002 Report Share Posted June 25, 2002 , chezahmed@a... wrote: > Hello, Eric. I am a new member here who used to read your poetry on the NDE > list. > Wow, what a powerful poem this is. For some reason, the following lines made > me cry: > > "because you do not honor the idea > that brought it into existence, > you do not love the lip that paid it homage." > > Thank you. > > Love, > Maggie Beloved Maggie, SweetHeart of this Heart, It is such the pleasure to find you and John, dear John, have joined this satsangh of Friends. And yes, isn't Eric just the Darling of a muse and he simply breaks the bowl and falls into the Sky of Nowhere, and so beautifully he drops heavenly Bliss-Blossoms in his falling into the Heart of Love. For he is the Heart of Love and there is nothing more enchanting then watching the Beautiful Beloved One use him as He does as his Mystery-Minstrel of Song, Song so Dear and so Fragrant! Oh, Mags the Magic One in Dear form, so happy to have you here! Let's fall into Namaste together, and then, oh yes, then...Now. LoveAlways, Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 25, 2002 Report Share Posted June 25, 2002 Hi again Maggie, Due to some previous people joining here just to advertise or sell something, new members are moderated at first. Harsha may be a little slow right now getting around to approving posts, as he is or was away from home. Don't worry, any friend of Mazie & Eric is sure to be ok. Looks like this post zipped on thru. Love, Gloria - chezahmed (AT) aol (DOT) com Tuesday, June 25, 2002 9:29 AM Re: Re: Trash. Thank you, dear Mazie and Eric for your welcome. For some reason my first two posts to this list took more than 24 hours to show up.Seems a little slow. We'll see what happens with this one...Love,Maggie/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...
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