Guest guest Posted June 24, 2002 Report Share Posted June 24, 2002 The sounds and singing psalms of the humpback whales, resonating inside me and inside the Sound of One Song. SomeOne's Singing me! i sing to the Song, so sing-song a Sound, always around when It's Dawning. Hey! There's still sand in my eyes from going to the Beach! We stared at the Ocean, and then we we became the Seeing-Sea, washing without effort into the Ocean of Everything-Everywhere. Across the field of my vision there's an oil refinery, a corporate conundrum that's dressed for the Ball as That Beauty. The paradox of Presenting the One as this big-bucks, brouhou bringer! But if You could see the blue flames licking the Sky of OneHeart! Oz himself never gave it so good as this Lover of the OneLight. Maybe i should start hanging out with that guy who's not there, the wild-eyed one on the corner of Alhambra who's holding God's Hand. i think he Knows something, a thing or two about what's being shown. Seven valleys of Attar, seven Heartbeats, someone's gone fishin! Awe and Bewilderment at the Breathtaking Beauty of Nothing! Unions of One to ItSelf, Quests not requesting anything at all, just requested by the Mirror to dissolve in the Mirror of It All. And what about that jam session of the Thirty Birds gettin' down?! The woman who dressed as a man, as the Man gives It up for Love again, Ya just gotta Love It! Baby, Ya just gotta Love It All! LoveAlways, Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 24, 2002 Report Share Posted June 24, 2002 , "mazie_l" <sraddha54@h...> wrote: That's brouhouha, or some such thing, really... Well, anyway, something's brewing somewhere! Or maybe someone's raising an eyebrow at all of this. LoveAlways, Mazie > The sounds and singing psalms of the humpback whales, > resonating inside me and inside the Sound of One Song. > SomeOne's Singing me! i sing to the Song, > so sing-song a Sound, always around when It's Dawning. > Hey! There's still sand in my eyes from going to the Beach! > We stared at the Ocean, and then we we became the Seeing-Sea, > washing without effort into the Ocean of Everything-Everywhere. > > Across the field of my vision there's an oil refinery, > a corporate conundrum that's dressed for the Ball as That Beauty. > The paradox of Presenting the One as this big-bucks, brouhou bringer! > But if You could see the blue flames licking the Sky of OneHeart! > Oz himself never gave it so good as this Lover of the OneLight. > Maybe i should start hanging out with that guy who's not there, > the wild-eyed one on the corner of Alhambra who's holding God's Hand. > i think he Knows something, a thing or two about what's being shown. > > Seven valleys of Attar, seven Heartbeats, someone's gone fishin! > Awe and Bewilderment at the Breathtaking Beauty of Nothing! > Unions of One to ItSelf, Quests not requesting anything at all, > just requested by the Mirror to dissolve in the Mirror of It All. > And what about that jam session of the Thirty Birds gettin' down?! > The woman who dressed as a man, as the Man gives It up for Love again, > Ya just gotta Love It! Baby, Ya just gotta Love It All! > > > LoveAlways, > > Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 24, 2002 Report Share Posted June 24, 2002 , "mazie_l" <sraddha54@h...> wrote: The sounds and singing psalms of the humpback whales, resonating inside me and inside the Sound of One Song. SomeOne's Singing me! i sing to the Song, so sing-song a Sound, always around when It's Dawning. Hey! There's still sand in my eyes from going to the Beach! We stared at the Ocean, and then we became the Seeing-Sea, washing without effort into the Ocean of Everything-Everywhere. Across the field of my vision there's an oil refinery, a corporate conundrum that's dressed for the Ball as That Beauty. The paradox of Presenting the One as this big-bucks, brouhouha bringer! But if You could see the blue flames licking the Sky of OneHeart! Oz himself never gave it so good as this Lover of the OneLight. Maybe i should start hanging out with that guy who's not there, the wild-eyed one on the corner of Alhambra who's holding God's Hand. i think he Knows something, a thing or two about what's being shown. Seven valleys of Attar, seven Heartbeats, someone's gone fishin! Awe and Bewilderment at the Breathtaking Beauty of Nothing! Unions of One to ItSelf, Quests not requesting anything at all, just requested by the Mirror to dissolve in the Mirror of It All. And what about that jam session of the Thirty Birds gettin' down?! The woman who dressed as a man, as the Man gives It up for Love again, Ya just gotta Love It! Baby, Ya just gotta Love It All! .....Many want to skip the first six and storm the gateway to the seventh, but there's no way to get there, no gate to storm! i'll take that Lover with the Slow Hand – far from frowning on the other six, negating their own bones and blood, Attar's seventh stitches through them, Singing, simultaneously Seeing all valleys as nothing but the Mirror Land of Its own perpetual Enjoyment! Yes, i'll slip my hand in Hers, wheeling through all these Sacred Valleys of no past, no future, while the 30 winging children dip and glide along around us, chirping through Reason, Heart, Bewilderment, Amazement, and getting' down with blue-flaming oil stacks, humpback whales, Avadhuts on Main & Alhambra, waving as we round the corner in our little rolling Kaaba, back from the windy beach of Oz -- smiling, sky-lit, sandy, and serene. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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