Guest guest Posted July 10, 2002 Report Share Posted July 10, 2002 Whoa, like this! Don't know who Sam Wa is but he has it licked. in awe eric ...... How does a part of the world leave the world? How does wetness leave water? Don't try to put out a fire by throwing on more fire! Don't wash a wound with blood. No matter how fast you run, your shadow keeps up. Sometimes it's in front! Only full, overhead sun diminishes your shadow. But that shadow has been serving you. What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle. Your boundaries are your quest. I could explain this, but it will break the glass cover on your heart, and there's no fixing that. You must have shadow and light- source both. Listen, and lay your head under the tree of awe. When from that tree feathers and wings sprout on you, be quieter than a dove. Don't open your mouth for even a coo. ~ Sam Wa Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 10, 2002 Report Share Posted July 10, 2002 God i Love that Avadhut, the One Who's ashrama is on the corner of Alhambra, the One Who IS the corner, the One Who Is - Is. He just IS. What mantra was he saying? Maybe - there is no i there is no i i am all i am all who am i who am i i am the sky i am the sky the sky has fallen the sky has fallen i am falling i am falling love falling into love love falling into love death has died death has died i am death i am death i am life living life i am life living life i am this i am this i am not this i am not this i am that i am that i am not that i am not that that that you you huun huun "As essence turns to ocean, the particles glisten. Watch how in this candleflame instant blaze all the moments you have lived." ~Rumi LoveAlways, Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 10, 2002 Report Share Posted July 10, 2002 , "mazie_l" <sraddha54@h...> wrote: >God i Love that Avadhut, the One Who's ashrama is on the corner of Alhambra, the One Who IS the corner, the One Who Is - Is. He just IS. What mantra was he saying? Maybe - ......everyone passes through me like the summer breeze i hear their muted whoosh whipping them in all directions all directions to destinations never reached dewdrops longing to ascend some airy stairway to the sun i am a swinging door, these hinges oiled with Heart's juices i swing both ways no longer remembering in from out enjoying this breeze this afternoon in timelessness >there is no i there is no i i am all i am all who am i who am i i am the sky i am the sky the sky has fallen the sky has fallen i am falling i am falling love falling into love love falling into love death has died death has died i am death i am death i am life living life i am life living life i am this i am this i am not this i am not this i am that i am that i am not that i am not that that that you you huun huun LoveAlways, Mazie LoveAlways, b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 10, 2002 Report Share Posted July 10, 2002 , "hrtbeat7" <hrtbeat7> wrote: , "mazie_l" <sraddha54@h...> wrote: > What mantra was he saying? Maybe - >.....everyone passes through me like the summer breeze -----like the breeze passing through some mountain pass called "Khyber" i pass through these things as easily as water passing through water. The Unseen is never seen. It Is Seeing. See - i hear their muted whoosh whipping them in all directions -----Like a zephyr, this whoosh is heard as Aum washing through from no direction - Directionless, Motionless, the Oceanlessness of the Ocean, if You will. Walking in all directions to destinations never reached -----i walk outside to go somewhere, and i walk into You - Nowhere again! With no one Dreaming, the dream of dewdrops longing to ascend some airy stairway to the sun -----the Sun of Shams drops like dew from some distant starfield, a stellar stairway that stops me, stops me by ascending into the Heart and Singing - i am a swinging door, these hinges oiled with Heart's juices -----Unhinging my Primordial Jaws, Swallowing the Buddha Swallowing the Serpent of Mara's Beauty Undulating as this creation - i swing both ways -----Swinging the Scythe of Jnana, Swinging the Sword of Bhakta - no longer remembering in from out -----In or out, yes or no, from or to, remembering or not remembering, Vous! Vous! Voila! Je suis. Vous etre ... Moi! - enjoying this breeze this afternoon in timelessness -----the time was right. Ripe with possibilities of possibly becoming Joy ItSelf. And don't You know it - You Are It. >LoveAlways, b LoveAlways, Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 10, 2002 Report Share Posted July 10, 2002 , "mazie_l" <sraddha54@h...> wrote: >Vous! Vous! Voila! Je suis. Vous etre ... Moi! - ...... How does a part of the world leave the world? How does wetness leave water? Don't try to put out a fire by throwing on more fire! Don't wash a wound with blood. No matter how fast you run, your shadow keeps up. Sometimes it's in front! Only full, overhead sun diminishes your shadow. But that shadow has been serving you. What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle. Your boundaries are your quest. I could explain this, but it will break the glass cover on your heart, and there's no fixing that. You must have shadow and light- source both. Listen, and lay your head under the tree of awe. When from that tree feathers and wings sprout on you, be quieter than a dove. Don't open your mouth for even a coo. ~ Sam Wa Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 10, 2002 Report Share Posted July 10, 2002 , "hrtbeat7" <hrtbeat7> wrote: > , "mazie_l" <sraddha54@h...> wrote: >Vous - Moi? Ain't nobody talkin'. No how. No way. No way how to. A no-show. So - Mevlana, Kind Mevlana said, "do you want me to say it sraight to the face? A straight-faced Embrace?" "Sure do. Yes. Please do." Fringe -- Rumi You wreck my shop and my house and now my heart, but how can I run from what gives me life? I'm weary of personal worrying, in love with the art of madness! Tear open my shame and show the mystery. How much longer do I have to fret with self-restraint and fear? Friends, this is how it is: We are fringe sewn inside the lining of a robe. Soon we'll be loosened, the binding threads torn out. The beloved is a lion. We're the lame deer in his paws. Consider what choices we have! Acquiesce when the Friend says, Come into me. Let me show my face. You saw it once in pre-existence; now you want to be quickened and quickened again. We have been secretly fed from beyond space and time. That's why we look for something more than this. LoveAlways, Mazie > ..... How does a part of the world leave the world? > How does wetness leave water? Don't try to > > put out a fire by throwing on more fire! Don't > wash a wound with blood. No matter how fast > > you run, your shadow keeps up. Sometimes it's > in front! Only full, overhead sun diminishes > > your shadow. But that shadow has been serving > you. What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is > > your candle. Your boundaries are your quest. > I could explain this, but it will break the > > glass cover on your heart, and there's no > fixing that. You must have shadow and light- > > source both. Listen, and lay your head under > the tree of awe. When from that tree feathers > > and wings sprout on you, be quieter than > a dove. Don't open your mouth for even a coo. > > > ~ Sam Wa Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 10, 2002 Report Share Posted July 10, 2002 , "mazie_l" <sraddha54@h...> wrote: >Vous - Moi? Ain't nobody talkin'. No how. No way. No way how to. A no-show. ***** All night long i tried to say a certain thing, i kept forgetting what that was. i forgot what it was. Taking up the stroke of midnight and striking up the music, i struck out in getting out what i really wanted to say. i stood outside in the cold dark air looking up at the Nighsky, looking around in utter amazement at all this Beauty everywhere. Each footfall across the field of Wonder, of green grass, it became the footfall of You falling all across my world, everything i saw or did became You Seeing and Doing It too. i wanted to be the pine trees reaching skyward, ever-higher and touching You as fog and mistiness and this marvelous morning air. i wanted to bring that apple tree to my mouth and Kiss It, Love the very leaves into a fruiting of You and i in Apples. i wanted to BE the apple and its seeds and bring You into blossom, break You open like split fruit, split by the Sun of Longing for Me. That Longing for the Fragrance of this Moment, the Lift into Love, the Fennel everywhere and the Unimaginable Scent of This, THIS! i may have just as well been speared through and through by Christ. He held out His hands to me and asked me to Dance with Him, to spin this world on its axis and crash like some comet into You. Jesus came and calmed my Heart by making wonderful Mudra movements, magnificent motions with His Heart pressed into mine, a pearl, the nacre of a pearl never was so closely clung as i was to That Heart! He broke me open for You and gave me Manna and asked me to feed You. Beloved One, the Christed Ones all came and gathered around here. Each of them, the Buddha, sweet Ramakrishna, Saint Francis, that Love, all of them, like Adyashanti, too, he unbelievably Kneeled like a God, A Glorious and Radiant Lighted Being Who Was So Very God-like, He WAS The Presence of God and He was here to Bless Us, It's so! What can i ever say to make this thing known for what It Is, or Was? i don't even Know what It is They All want from me, or You, or Us! Breathlessness has become the order today, and deathlessness is Near. Who could ever remain the same after such a Night of Love? What could keep any Heart from breaking and weeping like a fallen angel, an Angel that forgot why it had wings and was so Radiantly arrayed, why is was so Open-Flowing with an Effulgence that Consumed All, just Embraced every particle of dust, every single thing in creation! Well the great Beings of loveLight always set Us straight, they Unfold our Great Iridescent Blue wings, Our Chartes Blue wings, and They Kiss them with Their Own Blessedness Abounding like Fire. Blue Flames of Infinite Height and Unending Reaching into the Heart, That's the kind of Perfection that came and painted my eyes to Opening. What is the why and the wherefore and the Wonder Being given to Us? i do not Know and i really guess it doesn't matter at all. The only thing that matters right now is that we keep singing LoveSongs. They told me that we MUST keep singing this Song of Love to Everyone. They held my hands with theirs, the Light, the Light, It Was so Bright! i began dissolving once again into them, into Their Radiance, Oh God! And the best thing about it was that It Was Your Face! Your Face! Every single One of these Wondrous Beings Of Unutterable Beauty, their Faces turned into YOUR Face! And i began to turn into YOU too! i cannot go another moment saying anything else about this Love. It's just too much for One to Bear, for this Heart to endure It. So with a breathlessness and Deathlessness i simply sit here and cry. And in Crying, there is the sound of every saint and Bright Being, Every Idea of These Beings is standing around and Laughing at me. i can take the ribbing from them, i can take all of it, for You. Can You Now hear me breaking into Divine and Holy Laughter, i "Get It!" ~ Mazie Lane O'Hearn >So - Mevlana, Kind Mevlana said, "do you want me to say it sraight to the face? A straight-faced Embrace?" "Sure do. Yes. Please do." *** 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. *** Last night you left me and slept your own deep sleep. Tonight you turn and turn. I say, "You and I will be together till the Universe dissolves." You mumble back things you thought of when you were drunk. *** I come to you, aching for you. You say, "You're drunk. Go away." I say, "No. I'm not drunk. Please open the door." You say. "You are, you are.. Go away." *** You are the pump of my pulse, so the good or bad I do is due to you. Now my eyesight's going, which is also your fault, since you're the lightpoints in my eyes! ~ Sam Wa LoveAlways, b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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