Guest guest Posted July 2, 2002 Report Share Posted July 2, 2002 "A man and a woman sit near each other, and they do not long at this moment to be older, or younger, nor born in any other nation, or time, or place. They are content to be where they are, talking or not-talking. Their breaths together feed someone whom we do not know. The man sees the way his fingers move; he sees her hands close around a book she hands to him. They obey a third body that they share in common. They have made a promise to love that body. Age may come, parting may come, death will come. A man and a woman sit near each other; as they breathe they feed someone we do not know, someone we know of, whom we have never seen." ~ Robert Bly When we first met again, we couldn't stop laughing. We are laughing still. It never ends, and we shall never stop. Nothing shall remain, and so we laugh. It's just the way we are. I came a long way to return to her, and she waited such a long time for my return. It is as if we had never parted. I know who she is, she knows who I am. It is not as if we are strangers to ourselves, but we are stranger than ourselves, for we have been free before we were born, and so we can be together, laughing through the night, raising great Gales of laughter, and nearby the neighbors all hear this laughing, and lately they have started laughing too, because we all just love this kind of laughing, the laughing that has no laugh-er, but just laughing, laughing, loving into laughter into love. Really, she can put her hand on my heart and the tiny laughter in her fingers brings laughing tears to my eyes, these Irish eyes that are laughing into this enormously humorous Mystery, this Love that only wants to kiss Itself into deeper laughter still – the laughing stillness of Silence. This Laughter is our third body we have been feeding, but honestly, SweetHeart – we never have been able to say who is feeding, nor who is being fed. In such not knowing, we burst out laughing all over again! LoveAlways, b "One of us kneels to kiss the threshold. One drinks, with wine-flames playing over his face. One watches the gathering, And says to any cold onlookers, This dance is the joy of existence." ~Rumi The threshold is Your Heart. This drink, the wine, Your Heart. These flames surrounding us now, It's Your Heart, Your Heart lit in Love's Blaze. This face is Your Heart. All watching and watchers, They are Your Heart. This Dance is Your Heart. This Joy is Your Heart. This Existence is Your Heart. I Am Your Heart. "A thinker collects and links up proofs. A mystic does the opposite. He lays his head on a person's chest And sinks into the answer." ~Rumi Sinking into the Sea of Bliss, and although not a sea, and not an ocean or a river. This Bliss is a Tide pulling me in. There are mystics like flotsam and jetsom floating all around us. Each one weaves and drifts in the stream of our OneHeart, melting their Souls like Spirits set free from a bottle broken open as it crashes on enormous rocks, a Rock of Ages Singing, still inside this moment, and past, present and future are swimming free and filled with every Mystic's Joy into the Silence of our Answer: the Sea has ceased to Be. "In reality, with he or she so overcome, so dissolved into Love, all qualities of doing-ness disappear." ~Rumi We're being done, and done up, and done in, and we do nothing, and yet, these miracles keep falling like golden-scented blossoms, like some fragrant joyous rain all around us each moment. Each moment the Beautiful One, The Beloved, Most Beautiful One keeps lifting up His Heart and squeezing out every drop of His Love's Lifeblood. Falling all around us and filling so fully, each particle of our Being, we have become One Weeping. Tears of Grace are the Face, This Face we see of God Each time we look into one another's eyes. "Last night, full of longing, asking the wine-woman for more, and then more. She teased me so lovingly I fell Into her and disappeared. Then She was there alone." "Lovers pitch tents on a field of Nowhere. They are all one color like that field." ~Rumi Last night, You and I became the vast Orchard, The Immense Grape Vineyard, The Infinite Shiva and Shakti Jasmine Garden. What Fragrance is this Love? What Color is this Love? What is the Taste of this Love? What does this Love look like? What does this Love feel like? Open your Heart and breathe in The Beauty of this Love. Open your Heart and see clearly The Mystery of this Love. Open your Heart and Swallow deeply The Sweet Endless Wine of this Love. Open your Heart and Be the See of Sight, Of this Sightless Seeing Light of Love. Open your Heart and Touch And be Touched by the Heartbeat of this Love. LoveAlways, Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 2, 2002 Report Share Posted July 2, 2002 on 7/1/02 9:18 PM, mazie_l at sraddha54 (AT) hotmail (DOT) com wrote: "A man and a woman sit near each other, and they do not long at this moment to be older, or younger, nor born in any other nation, or time, or place. They are content to be where they are, talking or not-talking. Their breaths together feed someone whom we do not know. The man sees the way his fingers move; he sees her hands close around a book she hands to him. They obey a third body that they share in common. They have made a promise to love that body. Age may come, parting may come, death will come. A man and a woman sit near each other; as they breathe they feed someone we do not know, someone we know of, whom we have never seen." ~ Robert Bly When we first met again, we couldn't stop laughing. We are laughing still. It never ends, and we shall never stop. Nothing shall remain, and so we laugh. It's just the way we are. I came a long way to return to her, and she waited such a long time for my return. It is as if we had never parted. I know who she is, she knows who I am. It is not as if we are strangers to ourselves, but we are stranger than ourselves, for we have been free before we were born, and so we can be together, laughing through the night, raising great Gales of laughter, and nearby the neighbors all hear this laughing, and lately they have started laughing too, because we all just love this kind of laughing, the laughing that has no laugh-er, but just laughing, laughing, loving into laughter into love. Really, she can put her hand on my heart and the tiny laughter in her fingers brings laughing tears to my eyes, these Irish eyes that are laughing into this enormously humorous Mystery, this Love that only wants to kiss Itself into deeper laughter still – the laughing stillness of Silence. This Laughter is our third body we have been feeding, but honestly, SweetHeart – we never have been able to say who is feeding, nor who is being fed. In such not knowing, we burst out laughing all over again! LoveAlways, b "One of us kneels to kiss the threshold. One drinks, with wine-flames playing over his face. One watches the gathering, And says to any cold onlookers, This dance is the joy of existence." ~Rumi The threshold is Your Heart. This drink, the wine, Your Heart. These flames surrounding us now, It's Your Heart, Your Heart lit in Love's Blaze. This face is Your Heart. All watching and watchers, They are Your Heart. This Dance is Your Heart. This Joy is Your Heart. This Existence is Your Heart. I Am Your Heart. "A thinker collects and links up proofs. A mystic does the opposite. He lays his head on a person's chest And sinks into the answer." ~Rumi Sinking into the Sea of Bliss, and although not a sea, and not an ocean or a river. This Bliss is a Tide pulling me in. There are mystics like flotsam and jetsom floating all around us. Each one weaves and drifts in the stream of our OneHeart, melting their Souls like Spirits set free from a bottle broken open as it crashes on enormous rocks, a Rock of Ages Singing, still inside this moment, and past, present and future are swimming free and filled with every Mystic's Joy into the Silence of our Answer: the Sea has ceased to Be. "In reality, with he or she so overcome, so dissolved into Love, all qualities of doing-ness disappear." ~Rumi We're being done, and done up, and done in, and we do nothing, and yet, these miracles keep falling like golden-scented blossoms, like some fragrant joyous rain all around us each moment. Each moment the Beautiful One, The Beloved, Most Beautiful One keeps lifting up His Heart and squeezing out every drop of His Love's Lifeblood. Falling all around us and filling so fully, each particle of our Being, we have become One Weeping. Tears of Grace are the Face, This Face we see of God Each time we look into one another's eyes. "Last night, full of longing, asking the wine-woman for more, and then more. She teased me so lovingly I fell Into her and disappeared. Then She was there alone." "Lovers pitch tents on a field of Nowhere. They are all one color like that field." ~Rumi Last night, You and I became the vast Orchard, The Immense Grape Vineyard, The Infinite Shiva and Shakti Jasmine Garden. What Fragrance is this Love? What Color is this Love? What is the Taste of this Love? What does this Love look like? What does this Love feel like? Open your Heart and breathe in The Beauty of this Love. Open your Heart and see clearly The Mystery of this Love. Open your Heart and Swallow deeply The Sweet Endless Wine of this Love. Open your Heart and Be the See of Sight, Of this Sightless Seeing Light of Love. Open your Heart and Touch And be Touched by the Heartbeat of this Love. LoveAlways, Mazie ============= ......jeeeeeeezzzzzzzz what a racket! ;-) Shawn Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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