LoveAlways

[Guest guest]

two laughing children,

boy and girl,

hold tiny hands together

standing still before the fire

as the mounting flames

leap higher, there's a

dove perched on the wire, mad eyes

twinkling in the blaze of light,

watching all they thought

they were sweep to the sky

in sparks of bright and

flickering ash,

they laugh and laugh, they

squeeze and squeal, the night

spins off the Dharma Wheel and

rolls into a walnut ball they

use to crown the pyre of

their vasanas on fire

in a lot plowed clear by

Great Ones who now hover

all around them in glad

gesture of heart blessing,

in the mudra of such innocence,

of waves of love ecstatic

from the basement to the attic

this house burns.

 

It just burns.

[Guest guest]

If your knowledge of fire has been turned

to certainty by words alone,

then seek to be cooked by the fire itself.

Don't abide in borrowed certainty.

There is no real certainty until you burn;

if you wish for this, sit down in the fire.

 

~ Rumi

[Guest guest]

Burn baby burn, what can I say except perhaps ...walnut ball...what a

ball...I prefer cheese and sesame seeds and a pint of heff, an old bar and

grill burns, but not the memories there in made.

 

love shawn

 

 

on 8/26/02 6:54 AM, hrtbeat7 at hrtbeat7 wrote:

> two laughing children,

> boy and girl,

> hold tiny hands together

> standing still before the fire

> as the mounting flames

> leap higher, there's a

> dove perched on the wire, mad eyes

> twinkling in the blaze of light,

> watching all they thought

> they were sweep to the sky

> in sparks of bright and

> flickering ash,

> they laugh and laugh, they

> squeeze and squeal, the night

> spins off the Dharma Wheel and

> rolls into a walnut ball they

> use to crown the pyre of

> their vasanas on fire

> in a lot plowed clear by

> Great Ones who now hover

> all around them in glad

> gesture of heart blessing,

> in the mudra of such innocence,

> of waves of love ecstatic

> from the basement to the attic

> this house burns.

>

> It just burns.

>

>

>

> /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

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[Guest guest]

, shawn <shawn@w...> wrote:

>what can I say except perhaps ...walnut ball...what a

ball...

 

 

))) Ha Shawn!

 

as we strolled along Estudillo yesterday, we saw what looked like

small pale apples falling to the ground and rolling up to our feet,

but there was no apple tree around. we have been getting accustomed

to increasingly playful synchronistic type stuff, Beloved's Humor,

but of course we used this as an opportunity to inquire, and

eventually discovered a near-by Black Walnut Tree lurking behind the

side of a house, having late-summer fun with us.

 

LoveAlways,

 

b