Guest guest Posted July 5, 2002 Report Share Posted July 5, 2002 I have a program in my computer called - God. Its where I put my hearts intelligence when I leave my minding thoughts. Sometimes the brain matter oozes out, like when you tread on dog shit, and it oozes out from under the foot too heavily trod upon. Mostly though, and I say this, as a ghost of this self centering, it is just teaching for myself entering into a love space. Imagine you are a shoal of sardines. Not one sardine but many. Imagine you are also a hunting pack of dolphins corralling those sardines together and picking them off one by one. So you are this One in many. So now imagine there was ever someone who could ask the question - Where is your Buddha nature? Now imagine how the sardines and dolphins would reply. If they could. If they had clever mouths to speak. If they were so clever to respond with the oozing of their brains. What would they say? But thank God they only have mouths to open. Mu, as the cow said to the cattle prod. love eric Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 5, 2002 Report Share Posted July 5, 2002 I am a frog swimming happily in the clear water of a pond. And I am the grass-snake that silently feeds itself on the frog.>>>>>>>>> And so it is. Yet if the snake is too slow to eat what suffering is there for both. Read this to day, and it is true always. Love you Robert and may your mind be always be swallowed by your heart. hugs eric , ErcAshfrd@a... wrote: >What would they say? Don't say that I will depart tomorrow-- even today I am still arriving. Look deeply: every second I am arriving to be a bud on a Spring branch, to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings, learning to sing in my new nest, to be a caterpillar in a heart of a flower, to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone. I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry, to fear and to hope. The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death of all that is alive. I am a mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river. And I am the bird that swoops down to swallow the mayfly. I am a frog swimming happily in the clear water of a pond. And I am the grass-snake that silently feeds itself on the frog. I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones, my legs as thin as bamboo sticks. And I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to Uganda. I am the twelve-year old girl, refugee on a small boat, who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea pirate. And I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving. I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my hands. And I am the man who has to pay his "debt of blood" to my people dying slowly in a forced-labor camp. My joy is like Spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth. My pain is like a river of tears, so vast it fills the four oceans. Please call me by my true names, so I can hear all my cries and laughter at once, so I can see that my joy and pain are one. Please call me by my true names, so I can wake up and the door of my heart could be left open, the door of compassion. ~Thich Nhat Hanh 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 July 5, 2002 Report Share Posted July 5, 2002 , ErcAshfrd@a... wrote: >What would they say? Don't say that I will depart tomorrow-- even today I am still arriving. Look deeply: every second I am arriving to be a bud on a Spring branch, to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings, learning to sing in my new nest, to be a caterpillar in a heart of a flower, to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone. I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry, to fear and to hope. The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death of all that is alive. I am a mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river. And I am the bird that swoops down to swallow the mayfly. I am a frog swimming happily in the clear water of a pond. And I am the grass-snake that silently feeds itself on the frog. I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones, my legs as thin as bamboo sticks. And I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to Uganda. I am the twelve-year old girl, refugee on a small boat, who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea pirate. And I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving. I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my hands. And I am the man who has to pay his "debt of blood" to my people dying slowly in a forced-labor camp. My joy is like Spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth. My pain is like a river of tears, so vast it fills the four oceans. Please call me by my true names, so I can hear all my cries and laughter at once, so I can see that my joy and pain are one. Please call me by my true names, so I can wake up and the door of my heart could be left open, the door of compassion. ~Thich Nhat Hanh LoveAlways, b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 5, 2002 Report Share Posted July 5, 2002 , ErcAshfrd@a... wrote: >may your mind be always be swallowed by your heart. I cannot speak to You in any tongue but One! It is the tongue burnt to a crisp by the lovely Fire that swept through my mind, reducing it to fragrant ash. My throat - my throat is filled with my heart! Where my heart was, my Lover dances gaily, laughing that sly melodious little laugh that turns my legs to mush. She knows what She Has done Yes the keen precision of Her Surgery has so deftly severed every artery but one – it is the one that connects the galaxies by the cord of Communion, an un-caused Canal filled with the surging Bliss of Being Itself, of the Fragrance of Her, the Feeling of Her, Her Touch, Glance, Lips, Hips Yes the Silk of Night Burgundy Velvet flowing flowering blending bending into blossoming reaching into Itself flooding me into Her Who is mySelf Transfigured on the Mount of Her the Passion Play of Love's Alchemy Calling, Answering Only "I Love You! I Love You! My Beloved Heart Yes Come to me now: we are fitted to This Loving fully as we so fully fit into ourSelf!" Wrapped in This Embrace stars whirling through us whole histories of sunstreams curling quietly like necklaces the Holy Beads She placed around my neck so I would remember Her -- as if I could ever forget -- Laughing Beads of Her Rapture Singing the Gayatri Mantra the Great Song of Remembrance Yes the Song of Beloved OneHeart Free Presence Present Perfect Peace Perfect Yes This Beloved Yes LoveAlways, b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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