Guest guest Posted June 28, 2002 Report Share Posted June 28, 2002 I hear the voice of my beloved in every caressing breeze I feel the touch of my love whenever I bathe in ocean or stream I sense the loving presence when atop high mountains or in the deepest lush valley With every step and every thought should I think to find my love There! There! In every corner, on every wing The loving one sings to me... I am wrapped in this love that never fades >From sunrise to sunset, under every brilliant constellation In every land, both familiar and strange, in every nation I find my love gazing at me with eyes of every description And if I simply let my efforts part and breathe in the air There! There! My beloved is there... Eternal, always new and always unchanging The first taste of life And the endless kiss Of the Divine. --Zenbob June 2002 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 28, 2002 Report Share Posted June 28, 2002 Yes, darling bob zany zen man, this is it! Can you dig it deep? Love is the question and the answer. Love you my brother love eric Love that Daniel Landinsky... I hear the voice of my beloved in every caressing breeze I feel the touch of my love whenever I bathe in ocean or stream I sense the loving presence when atop high mountains or in the deepest lush valley With every step and every thought should I think to find my love There! There! In every corner, on every wing The loving one sings to me... I am wrapped in this love that never fades >From sunrise to sunset, under every brilliant constellation In every land, both familiar and strange, in every nation I find my love gazing at me with eyes of every description And if I simply let my efforts part and breathe in the air There! There! My beloved is there... Eternal, always new and always unchanging The first taste of life And the endless kiss Of the Divine. --Zenbob June 2002 /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. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 28, 2002 Report Share Posted June 28, 2002 And how can I repay you my dearest Robert? How to tell where our hearts join? If there is a seam let me unsew it with my tears that unthread the seamless in our dreams. It is not enough to simply say- I am you. We must drown in each others love and so we learn to be the water of this love in the heart of an amazing trust that becomes our Self of only love. Your eric and your heart. love >I find my love gazing at me with eyes of every description And if I simply let my efforts part and breathe in the air There! There! My beloved is there... It has been said that all we really want is to be free of wanting, but perhaps it might also be said that all we really want is to love and be loved. This yearning for deep intimacy is at the heart of all, in this and any possible worlds as well. Everything is only seeking, as if Love is only seeking for Itself. Nothing is truly immune to Love. Mystery begets Love for the sake of Its own Enjoyment, expressed as the infinite forms of you and I and everything. It is the simple innocent truth of our being, prior to any kind of superimposed knowing. I love you, and I am here - my heart and hand inextricably joined with yours. The illusion of separation is just that. After all, if now is only, what destiny is there than awakening to the heart of all, and all within the heart, right now, as Love? Love always exceeds any conceptions we can muster about time and space. Perhaps some might be able to imagine going to some other place or state in time where everything is going to be resolved according to some image we might have of something in any need of resolution, but that's still in the field of the imagination. What remains when the imagination is Outshone by What Is? All we have and are is what's here, now -- this is everything, this is all the worlds, appearing and disappearing simultaneous with ourself. This is the Divine Realm, from Which we have never been divided. How could we ever have believed It to be other than our own Present Perfection? If this is so, how then shall we love, and what game shall we play today, Beloved? LoveAlways, b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 28, 2002 Report Share Posted June 28, 2002 Darling Robert, How I am a flowing for you. I am a touch upon the banks of eternity. Who said that I am only me, only you? I am the wind in the willows that sighs for every kiss. See how my boat is becalmed in the peace pool of your whirlpool! See how my eddy surrenders to your silence. If I have a wave of my self it is the current of a deeper love that nudges my vessel into our mooring where only the sound of God sighing is our touch whispered into love. love eric >We must drown in each others love and so we learn to be the water of this love in the heart of an amazing trust that becomes our Self of only love. once there was a sense of a new day now there is one day Your day once there were many moments now only one one moment no beginning to this moment no end within this there is the parade the procession of perceptions each with their own beginnings endings, languages of straight and squiggly lines cast across the surface of water always water – water of life watery canvas of shifting light never the same, always as is welcoming equally light and darkness infinite variations of shine and shadow birth and death all life always life restless surface silent depth irresistible depth bottomless embrace dying daily to this depth this endless moment of life waterfall of feeling falling into itself its depth its silence just as is, always as is no shore no embarking or arrival always just arriving a moment too late a journey in a dream river in time watery destination the destination of liquidity, mid-air at the waterfall: drops of elemental being, flowing unity bursting into billion momentary gleaming tiny fleeting voices roaring life pouring life into life receiving itself welcoming itself into itself perpetually just as is, always as is nothing bound nothing loosed timeless flow in a dream of water, a dream of shine and shadow flowing into each other dissembling and assembling disintegrating and reintegrating beyond any comprehension beyond any narrative description any motive or goal or passion or prescription but just as is, always as is yes, and here along the banks of this river of myself i stagger, intoxicated by the wine of my own watery being, this life of waves rippling over stillness the still pool of heart within which feeling breathes so quietly, so potently the tears you witness welling up from this depth – just as is, always as is LoveAlways, b ------------------------ 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 28, 2002 Report Share Posted June 28, 2002 And the sweet bell rings for nothing sings without this love. We are a turtle dove and a transcendent white, so white spreading dove wing that covers our holy spirit. See how the moon drops her veils to wink at your beauty. She has said her prayers, and now only prays for lovers to steal her heart away from the form of God. The snow drops have caught fire in the frost that sought to kill them. The wolves are birthing lambs and ask us questions. No one has an answer but love. love eric >Who said that I am only me, only you? Sometimes I affirm. Sometimes I deny. Sometimes I neither affirm nor deny. Sometimes I affirm and deny simultaneously. I am Life – a paradox to the certainty-seeking mind, but never to the heart enraptured by Love. To such a heart, I Am unaccountable Joy. Friends, I am a fool. I am a drop-out from the holy saint school. I am dried-out doggie drool. I am a stepping stool, a useless tool, the golden rule, a cool pool behind your eye wool. No, Yes – who can see: I am my Beloved, my Beloved is Me! I whisper to my Mashuq: "Here, my Darling – let me pierce Your Lips with this tongue, this tongue that's only made to roll with Yours in the BlissKissing Dance of tongue with tongue, light mingling with light Deliciously! Yes, No – we won't tell: we've slipped through the crack in the Liberty Bell!" LoveAlways, b ------------------------ 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 28, 2002 Report Share Posted June 28, 2002 And so it is, and so it is. See how the moon pales in her desire to disappear into the sun of love? love eric , ErcAshfrd@a... wrote: >See how the moon drops her veils to wink at your beauty. She has said her prayers, and now only prays for lovers to steal her heart away from the form of God. Friends, wander out of your room tonight and let your puzzled eyes lift skyways. This moon ablaze will answer any questions. Many hidden friends are silently illumined by this kind Lover's glance – perhaps some ones who were forsaken, who could use a second chance. If you're feeling lonesome, it is not the fault of this moon! And yet, this moon can be a secret if you've closed the window to your heart. Still, it will quietly meander through the cage of your ribs, while your thoughts are imprisoned elsewhere. Either way, words come to an end right here. LoveAlways, b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 28, 2002 Report Share Posted June 28, 2002 , zen2wrk@a... wrote: >I find my love gazing at me with eyes of every description And if I simply let my efforts part and breathe in the air There! There! My beloved is there... It has been said that all we really want is to be free of wanting, but perhaps it might also be said that all we really want is to love and be loved. This yearning for deep intimacy is at the heart of all, in this and any possible worlds as well. Everything is only seeking, as if Love is only seeking for Itself. Nothing is truly immune to Love. Mystery begets Love for the sake of Its own Enjoyment, expressed as the infinite forms of you and I and everything. It is the simple innocent truth of our being, prior to any kind of superimposed knowing. I love you, and I am here - my heart and hand inextricably joined with yours. The illusion of separation is just that. After all, if now is only, what destiny is there than awakening to the heart of all, and all within the heart, right now, as Love? Love always exceeds any conceptions we can muster about time and space. Perhaps some might be able to imagine going to some other place or state in time where everything is going to be resolved according to some image we might have of something in any need of resolution, but that's still in the field of the imagination. What remains when the imagination is Outshone by What Is? All we have and are is what's here, now -- this is everything, this is all the worlds, appearing and disappearing simultaneous with ourself. This is the Divine Realm, from Which we have never been divided. How could we ever have believed It to be other than our own Present Perfection? If this is so, how then shall we love, and what game shall we play today, Beloved? LoveAlways, b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 28, 2002 Report Share Posted June 28, 2002 , ErcAshfrd@a... wrote: >We must drown in each others love and so we learn to be the water of this love in the heart of an amazing trust that becomes our Self of only love. once there was a sense of a new day now there is one day Your day once there were many moments now only one one moment no beginning to this moment no end within this there is the parade the procession of perceptions each with their own beginnings endings, languages of straight and squiggly lines cast across the surface of water always water – water of life watery canvas of shifting light never the same, always as is welcoming equally light and darkness infinite variations of shine and shadow birth and death all life always life restless surface silent depth irresistible depth bottomless embrace dying daily to this depth this endless moment of life waterfall of feeling falling into itself its depth its silence just as is, always as is no shore no embarking or arrival always just arriving a moment too late a journey in a dream river in time watery destination the destination of liquidity, mid-air at the waterfall: drops of elemental being, flowing unity bursting into billion momentary gleaming tiny fleeting voices roaring life pouring life into life receiving itself welcoming itself into itself perpetually just as is, always as is nothing bound nothing loosed timeless flow in a dream of water, a dream of shine and shadow flowing into each other dissembling and assembling disintegrating and reintegrating beyond any comprehension beyond any narrative description any motive or goal or passion or prescription but just as is, always as is yes, and here along the banks of this river of myself i stagger, intoxicated by the wine of my own watery being, this life of waves rippling over stillness the still pool of heart within which feeling breathes so quietly, so potently the tears you witness welling up from this depth – just as is, always as is LoveAlways, b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 28, 2002 Report Share Posted June 28, 2002 , ErcAshfrd@a... wrote: >Who said that I am only me, only you? Sometimes I affirm. Sometimes I deny. Sometimes I neither affirm nor deny. Sometimes I affirm and deny simultaneously. I am Life – a paradox to the certainty-seeking mind, but never to the heart enraptured by Love. To such a heart, I Am unaccountable Joy. Friends, I am a fool. I am a drop-out from the holy saint school. I am dried-out doggie drool. I am a stepping stool, a useless tool, the golden rule, a cool pool behind your eye wool. No, Yes – who can see: I am my Beloved, my Beloved is Me! I say to my Mashuq: "Here, my Darling – let me pierce Your Lips with this tongue, this tongue that's only made to roll with Yours in the BlissKissing Dance of tongue with tongue, light mingling with light Deliciously! Yes, No – we won't tell: we've slipped through the crack in the Liberty Bell!" Let Freedom Ring! Let Freedom Sing! We've nothing to do with any such thing! LoveAlways, b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 28, 2002 Report Share Posted June 28, 2002 , ErcAshfrd@a... wrote: >See how the moon drops her veils to wink at your beauty. She has said her prayers, and now only prays for lovers to steal her heart away from the form of God. Friends, wander out of your room tonight and let your puzzled eyes lift skyways. This moon ablaze will answer any questions. Many hidden friends are silently illumined by this kind Lover's glance – perhaps some ones who were forsaken, who could use a second chance. If you're feeling lonesome, it is not the fault of this moon! And yet, this moon can be a secret if you've closed the window to your heart. Still, it will quietly meander through the cage of your ribs, while your thoughts are imprisoned elsewhere. Either way, words come to an end right here. LoveAlways, b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 28, 2002 Report Share Posted June 28, 2002 , ErcAshfrd@a... wrote: >And so it is, and so it is. See how the moon pales in her desire to disappear into the sun of love? Tonight Nothing makes a difference. Perhaps it always has. Blown along the cold coast of reason the breeze is stepping down now to a softer part of the feeling, is warm on the tip of my eye I am keeping like a lover on this moon. This moon! Her naked radiance blatant and unashamed blasts the billion tiny mirrors studded diamond-like within my cells, now all ablaze with urgent whitelight moonshine! Some feeble fog has slipped between us, as far from my nose as it is to your toes, and we are tempted to the old debate: Are the stars moving, or are we? Famished I devour this mist and drink my tears. Do not matter that I am shedding these poor particular tears. They are drooped, justified. Mystified, but also needing air. Talking breeds its own dilemmas but we employ no proper names, nodding to ourselves in that sweet redundancy ancient loving brings. Those ashen masks were shed like tears away in the far ghost lands that even now shimmer and evaporate in memory. Tonight is the kind of night that - everyone is always wishing you goodnight - well… It finally is. A time of things falling from trees and dogs fart in fear, but we don't budge. These falling things have never mattered much to us. There are no sins of omission here. I am not the kind who breaks things down, nor have I really taken to the mathematics of the spheres, but I can see how someone might. It all adds up, my bored and fascinated dears. My ears are cast like limbs of trees attendant only to the sad tiny melodies barely audible echoing from within the tear you have grown to warm your eye. You ask: "Suppose you waking up replied – today no saint, tonight no suicide. Would you be surprised?" I answer: As the story goes so too was she ripped off away to the palace of ashes, her heart a heap of ashes. Be seated, sentenced to ashes, and pushing them about as in an ashtray trying various designs of things with these many ashes she alas became herself so ashen. At last, and at least in her own eyes the ashen configurations began to blossom wondrously – due no doubt to the speck of ash which clinging cluttered up her dry eye. Even so, despite the fine and fancy elegance of symbols she would mold the mounds of ashes into, the final word she could not frame until of course she glimpsed this moon and crying hot tears dissolved the ashes of her eyes till she with sight could see and sing with glee! It's nice you know Just sitting Here, the fire by blue-smoking the moon perpetually roasting the cinders of cruel intelligibility listening carefully with unconcealed delight as four times twenty-seven hairs go growing past your ears my Friend tonight LoveAlways, b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 29, 2002 Report Share Posted June 29, 2002 Perhaps it was just the lovely day... :-) Zenbob Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 29, 2002 Report Share Posted June 29, 2002 That was grand! I love the delighted sound of your text characters as they springle across the page... Blessings, Love, Zenbob Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 29, 2002 Report Share Posted June 29, 2002 , zen2wrk@a... wrote: > Hi B: Perhaps it was just the lovely day... :-) ...... it always is, you know! LoveAlways, b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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