Guest guest Posted July 17, 2002 Report Share Posted July 17, 2002 Every line of this love discourse is perfect, simple and clear as the sky. Thanks you Robert, and Mazie. Love eric. I particularly like ------ Whoever I think I am – whatever I thought I was -- that is what disappears. It is not happy, not sad. There is a fine line where the sky touches the ocean. It appears to be a line. There really is no line. This doesn't belong to anyone, it doesn't occur to anyone. The surrender that can be done is not true surrender. This Love floods out of nowhere, sweeping the little leaves of belief and identity along in a current of cool forgetfulness, gentle drowning in the swirling fluidity of watery simplicity, This Love. One can stop pretending to be other than What Is – This Love -- naked and innocent, Happy without any reason for Happiness. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 17, 2002 Report Share Posted July 17, 2002 "hrtbeat7" <hrtbeat7> wrote to Mazie: I have been drunk for as long as I can remember. I stagger through these dreamy realms, clouds and sun alternating, unnoticed, unbidden. There is no impediment for the mayflies swarming around my dizziness, drunk as I am, drunk as they are on the intoxication of this Mystery. Oh well… You might ask a question now for which I have no answer. Whoever I think I am – whatever I thought I was -- that is what disappears. It is not happy, not sad. There is a fine line where the sky touches the ocean. It appears to be a line. There really is no line. This doesn't belong to anyone, it doesn't occur to anyone. The surrender that can be done is not true surrender. This Love floods out of nowhere, sweeping the little leaves of belief and identity along in a current of cool forgetfulness, gentle drowning in the swirling fluidity of watery simplicity, This Love. One can stop pretending to be other than What Is – This Love -- naked and innocent, Happy without any reason for Happiness. Lately all these costumes seem to slip off of their own accord. Heart-pierced. Aimless. All is getting done, mysteriously. Like melting snow in warming Spring stream swooning, the fascination with any destiny dissolves in the flow – gradually, timed to a perfection beyond mind's comprehension. In the letting go, something approaches a transparency. The sense of independence, the perfume of some separate self-sense, sifts, wafts, and weaves within the full embrace of awareness, of limitless space – changing perpetually, in harmony with simple circumstance. The need for meaning drops away in the bliss of Remembrance, Remembrance prior to the arising of anything at all, of any being, bird, or blessedness. Alone. Only. The search for God consumed by the God Who cannot be sought, cannot be found. Who Is. I Am. This. Alone. Only. Here is where we always meet – in this Silence. Here is where This Love is real. LoveAlways, Mazie & b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 17, 2002 Report Share Posted July 17, 2002 I have been drunk for as long as I can remember. ....Stumbling from some gutter in Konya, some sidewalk falling outside the Theatre of Delightedness, bracing for the fall in the Hall of Remembrance, i tumble into this Moment as the SweetWine of all our past lives that has besotted us as the Beautiful Beloved One. A toast my Darling! Here's to Love Incomprehensible! As It Is Now, just This - > Falling finishes as we Still-Pointed stand in the Heart of OneHeart, pointing to That. We point nowhere to Nothing and with no pointers offered! Pointless, this idea of anything pointlessly pointing to the Self. The Self is Self-Appointed, eh? > > I stagger through these dreamy realms, clouds and sun alternating, unnoticed, unbidden. > > ....Shadows on a Wall of Nothing saying less than that! Cloudless, Clearless, Unveiled Mystery of Ah, unbidden yet given out of some Kindness! Unremarkably the norm of the form being Informed by the Formless. Free-Form and Free-falling into Freedom never lost, never gone. > > There is no impediment for the mayflies swarming around my dizziness, drunk as I am, drunk as they are on the intoxication of this Mystery. > > ....Cockroaches and honeybees do the same Dance. Buzzards and hummingbirds do the same Soaring, somehow informing of the One Breath Breathing All. i am breathless in this Breath of Deathlessness! > > > Oh well… > > > ....Oh well... > > > You might ask a question now for which I have no answer. > > ....No questions, no queries, no inquiry into understanding any of this, This That We Are Now. The Answer and the Question, merged into the No One Who cares about any of this. Just Being Love Being Love Being Being, You being i and i, You. OneHeart, with no other. > > > Whoever I think I am – whatever I thought I was -- that is what disappears. > > > ....The thought of even contemplating this - > Going, going, GONE! Justness of Suchness. Suchness of the Justness of just This - > Love lives as You and i performing in this Story of Awe Ahhing. Ah, Baby, we always knew It. > > It is not happy, not sad. > > > ....No glad, no mad, no bad, no good. > Oh, but Goody-goody God has gone away and left this "Not This, Not That," just what remains when we spill into the River of Tears that are lost in the Sea of Being Bliss. > > > There is a fine line where the sky touches the ocean. > > > ....You Sky, i Sky-falling into Sky, You Ocean, i Ocean-swelling into Ocean... > and this Falling-Swelling returns to the Heart of Self doing nothing, nothing of the kind. Just that the Mighty Kind of Us has just gusted away all concepts and ideas of any separation. The fine line of the Kiss-Kissing One Kissing You as i and i as You. Mouths meld into Light, Endlessness of One SweetWine Kiss. > > > It appears to be a line. > > > ....It appears to be alot of things, eh? > > > There really is no line. > > > ....There really is no line. > No time-line on which to frame or hang this, this conversation, this Perpetual Sobhet, is there, my Beloved? > > > This doesn't belong to anyone, it doesn't occur to anyone. > > > ....So it is, so it is. Some think so sometimes, but we know it's really just the Show unfolding. > > > The surrender that can be done is not true surrender. > > > ....Give up at last even that! Slap the sense out that anyone surrenders anything, Smack it into senselessness! Make it pass out and pass on into the Nothing of knowing not a thing. i know not how to give what has never been asked for, never Known about to ask for. > > > This Love floods out of nowhere, sweeping the little leaves of belief and identity along in a current of cool forgetfulness, gentle drowning in the swirling fluidity of watery simplicity, This Love. > > > ....i simply want to do cartwheels from this shore and be the Floor of the Ocean disappearing, reappearing and swimming, swirling in Us, in All, in OneHeart, that Oceanic One Who lifts, Who lifts as and in Love on this wave of the Waveless One crashing over our Union. We commune with the Uncommunicatable One. Try and say that three times real fast! > > > One can stop pretending to be other than What Is – This Love -- naked and innocent, Happy without any reason for Happiness. > > ....i sit speechless and cannot reach In or Out and find a word to give back to Being. > Lately all these costumes seem to slip off of their own accord. > > ....We are nakedness removing even that! > > > Heart-pierced. > > > ....Heart-thrusting spears of Nothing piercing into Everything Everywhere, forever...as That! > > > Aimless. > > Nameless and Nowhere is Home. > > All is getting done, mysteriously. > > > ....We Are the Mystery unfolding in One another. One not any other nother. Mystery making Eyes at Itself Glancing as Love Dancing as Myriad Lightpoints in everything's eyes and even so, we Sparkle from Darkness and Are That Light informing. > > > Like melting snow in warming >Spring stream swooning, the fascination with any destiny dissolves in the flow – gradually, timed to a perfection beyond mind's comprehension. > > > ....gee, Honey, did we remember to bring along some God galoshes for the Overflow of Bliss swishing under-over? Beyond this Moment we Are not, and we are never anything but Now. Now, do you happen to have a canoe or snow mobile? > > > In the letting go, something approaches a transparency. > > > ....Clear-Seeing sightedness Sees Fullness as Emptiness, Emptiness as Fullness. > > > The sense of independence, the perfume of some separate self-sense, sifts, wafts, and weaves within the full embrace of awareness, of limitless space – changing perpetually, in harmony with simple circumstance. >...Circumstantial evidence of there being only One! The need for meaning drops away in the bliss of Remembrance, Remembrance prior to the arising of anything at all, of any being, bird, or blessedness. > > Alone. -- Not lonely, just Alone as i being You. > > Only, Only roaming along not going anywhere in this, This - > > The search for God consumed by the God Who cannot be sought, cannot be found. Who Is. I Am. This. Alone. Only. > > > >So, phone me! Phone Home my Darling, You E.T. and we shall say It mouthless -- Here is where we always meet – meeting Eye to Eye > > in this Silence. > > Here is where This Love is real. --- Indeed, my Love. Indeed, Deedless we, Beloved. > > > > > > LoveAlways, > > > > Mazie & b MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: Click Here Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 17, 2002 Report Share Posted July 17, 2002 Amazing........Mazing........Mazie thank you for darshan again. I worship the devotee of That .......as That here is butter for your feet......xxxx Shawn on 7/17/02 9:26 AM, Mazie Lane at sraddha54 (AT) hotmail (DOT) com wrote: I have been drunk for as long as I can remember. ....Stumbling from some gutter in Konya, some sidewalk falling outside the Theatre of Delightedness, bracing for the fall in the Hall of Remembrance, i tumble into this Moment as the SweetWine of all our past lives that has besotted us as the Beautiful Beloved One. A toast my Darling! Here's to Love Incomprehensible! As It Is Now, just This - > Falling finishes as we Still-Pointed stand in the Heart of OneHeart, pointing to That. We point nowhere to Nothing and with no pointers offered! Pointless, this idea of anything pointlessly pointing to the Self. The Self is Self-Appointed, eh? > > I stagger through these dreamy realms, clouds and sun alternating, unnoticed, unbidden. > > ....Shadows on a Wall of Nothing saying less than that! Cloudless, Clearless, Unveiled Mystery of Ah, unbidden yet given out of some Kindness! Unremarkably the norm of the form being Informed by the Formless. Free-Form and Free-falling into Freedom never lost, never gone. > > There is no impediment for the mayflies swarming around my dizziness, drunk as I am, drunk as they are on the intoxication of this Mystery. > > ....Cockroaches and honeybees do the same Dance. Buzzards and hummingbirds do the same Soaring, somehow informing of the One Breath Breathing All. i am breathless in this Breath of Deathlessness! > > > Oh well… > > > ....Oh well... > > > You might ask a question now for which I have no answer. > > ....No questions, no queries, no inquiry into understanding any of this, This That We Are Now. The Answer and the Question, merged into the No One Who cares about any of this. Just Being Love Being Love Being Being, You being i and i, You. OneHeart, with no other. > > > Whoever I think I am – whatever I thought I was -- that is what disappears. > > > ....The thought of even contemplating this - > Going, going, GONE! Justness of Suchness. Suchness of the Justness of just This - > Love lives as You and i performing in this Story of Awe Ahhing. Ah, Baby, we always knew It. > > It is not happy, not sad. > > > ....No glad, no mad, no bad, no good. > Oh, but Goody-goody God has gone away and left this "Not This, Not That," just what remains when we spill into the River of Tears that are lost in the Sea of Being Bliss. > > > There is a fine line where the sky touches the ocean. > > > ....You Sky, i Sky-falling into Sky, You Ocean, i Ocean-swelling into Ocean... > and this Falling-Swelling returns to the Heart of Self doing nothing, nothing of the kind. Just that the Mighty Kind of Us has just gusted away all concepts and ideas of any separation. The fine line of the Kiss-Kissing One Kissing You as i and i as You. Mouths meld into Light, Endlessness of One SweetWine Kiss. > > > It appears to be a line. > > > ....It appears to be alot of things, eh? > > > There really is no line. > > > ....There really is no line. > No time-line on which to frame or hang this, this conversation, this Perpetual Sobhet, is there, my Beloved? > > > This doesn't belong to anyone, it doesn't occur to anyone. > > > ....So it is, so it is. Some think so sometimes, but we know it's really just the Show unfolding. > > > The surrender that can be done is not true surrender. > > > ....Give up at last even that! Slap the sense out that anyone surrenders anything, Smack it into senselessness! Make it pass out and pass on into the Nothing of knowing not a thing. i know not how to give what has never been asked for, never Known about to ask for. > > > This Love floods out of nowhere, sweeping the little leaves of belief and identity along in a current of cool forgetfulness, gentle drowning in the swirling fluidity of watery simplicity, This Love. > > > ....i simply want to do cartwheels from this shore and be the Floor of the Ocean disappearing, reappearing and swimming, swirling in Us, in All, in OneHeart, that Oceanic One Who lifts, Who lifts as and in Love on this wave of the Waveless One crashing over our Union. We commune with the Uncommunicatable One. Try and say that three times real fast! > > > One can stop pretending to be other than What Is – This Love -- naked and innocent, Happy without any reason for Happiness. > > ....i sit speechless and cannot reach In or Out and find a word to give back to Being. > Lately all these costumes seem to slip off of their own accord. > > ....We are nakedness removing even that! > > > Heart-pierced. > > > ....Heart-thrusting spears of Nothing piercing into Everything Everywhere, forever...as That! > > > Aimless. > > Nameless and Nowhere is Home. > > All is getting done, mysteriously. > > > ....We Are the Mystery unfolding in One another. One not any other nother. Mystery making Eyes at Itself Glancing as Love Dancing as Myriad Lightpoints in everything's eyes and even so, we Sparkle from Darkness and Are That Light informing. > > > Like melting snow in warming >Spring stream swooning, the fascination with any destiny dissolves in the flow – gradually, timed to a perfection beyond mind's comprehension. > > > ....gee, Honey, did we remember to bring along some God galoshes for the Overflow of Bliss swishing under-over? Beyond this Moment we Are not, and we are never anything but Now. Now, do you happen to have a canoe or snow mobile? > > > In the letting go, something approaches a transparency. > > > ....Clear-Seeing sightedness Sees Fullness as Emptiness, Emptiness as Fullness. > > > The sense of independence, the perfume of some separate self-sense, sifts, wafts, and weaves within the full embrace of awareness, of limitless space – changing perpetually, in harmony with simple circumstance. >...Circumstantial evidence of there being only One! The need for meaning drops away in the bliss of Remembrance, Remembrance prior to the arising of anything at all, of any being, bird, or blessedness. > > Alone. -- Not lonely, just Alone as i being You. > > Only, Only roaming along not going anywhere in this, This - > > The search for God consumed by the God Who cannot be sought, cannot be found. Who Is. I Am. This. Alone. Only. > > > >So, phone me! Phone Home my Darling, You E.T. and we shall say It mouthless -- Here is where we always meet – meeting Eye to Eye > > in this Silence. > > Here is where This Love is real. --- Indeed, my Love. Indeed, Deedless we, Beloved. > > > > > > LoveAlways, > > > > Mazie & b MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: Click Here <http://g.msn.com/1HM1ENUS/c156??PI=44364> Sponsor /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. Terms of Service <> . Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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