Guest guest Posted June 30, 2002 Report Share Posted June 30, 2002 The summer is delicate and short up here, this night I heard some old geese talking about a letter in the sky. The vanishing visitors vehicle. Today I'm at the door looking for falling seeds, golden leaves and resting trees. When all is white. The endless nights . So whoever you are please hurry back pick all of this gardens strawberries. Alan Attachment: (image/jpeg) 1111.JPG [not stored] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 1, 2002 Report Share Posted July 1, 2002 How absolutely delicious. Many thanks love eric The summer is delicate and short up here, this night I heard some old geese talking about a letter in the sky. The vanishing visitors vehicle. Today I'm at the door looking for falling seeds, golden leaves and resting trees. When all is white. The endless nights . So whoever you are please hurry back pick all of this gardens strawberries. Alan /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. Attachment: (image/jpeg) [not stored] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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