Guest guest Posted October 2, 2002 Report Share Posted October 2, 2002 on 10/1/02 9:25 AM, hrtbeat7 at hrtbeat7 wrote: > , "mazie_l" <sraddha54@h...> wrote: > )))) They say there's Veritas in Vino, > but this wine makes everybody speechless! on 10/1/02 6:02 PM, hrtbeat7 at hrtbeat7 wrote: Eh, Paisan! Whatsamatta w'you? "That's Amore" When the moon hits your eye Like a big pizza pie, That's Amore. When the world seems to shine Like you've had too much wine, That's Amore. Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling Ting-a-ling-a-ling and you'll sing Veetabella, Hearts will play tip-py-tip-py-tay, Tip-py-tip-py-tay, like a gay Tarantella. Lucky fella When the stars make you drool Just like pasta fazool, That's Amore. When you dance down the street With a cloud at your feet You're in love. When you walk in a dream But you know you're not dreaming Signore, Scuzza me but you see Back in old Napoli, That's Amore. Warren and Brooks Shawn Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 2, 2002 Report Share Posted October 2, 2002 , shawn <shawn@w...> wrote: > on 10/1/02 9:25 AM, hrtbeat7 at hrtbeat7 wrote: > , "mazie_l" <sraddha54@h...> wrote: > )))) They say there's Veritas in Vino, > but this wine makes everybody speechless! on 10/1/02 6:02 PM, hrtbeat7 at hrtbeat7 wrote: > Eh, Paisan! Whatsamatta w'you? "That's Amore" When the moon hits your eye Like a big pizza pie, That's Amore. When the world seems to shine Like you've had too much wine, That's Amore. Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling Ting-a-ling-a-ling and you'll sing Veetabella, Hearts will play tip-py-tip-py-tay, Tip-py-tip-py-tay, like a gay Tarantella. Lucky fella When the stars make you drool Just like pasta fazool, That's Amore. When you dance down the street With a cloud at your feet You're in love. When you walk in a dream But you know you're not dreaming Signore, Scuzza me but you see Back in old Napoli, That's Amore. Warren and Brooks Shawn Hello Shawn! Good Morning from CA in the pre-dawn hour! Oh God if you could see this moon hanging overhead like a slipper and everyone is Cinderella...wine fills my Heart and there is this Happiness because...because It just IS Happiness, inherent birthright and beingness. Happiness. Papaji says this - "Happiness is not over there or just around the corner. Happiness is not over there or just around the corner. Happiness is wherever we are. Happiness cannot be taken from us; it is we who are giving up happiness now to search for another happiness somewhere else. Q: How can I know when I am in the Self? Are there signposts? A: You will know that you are no longer in duality. You will no longer consider yourself to be without knowing, and you will see the same knowing in other people. Before this knowing you considered yourself to be ignorant, and you considered people around you as ignorant, except for the enlightened teachers. But now you will see the same light of knowing in all people, including yourself, and you wonder how you could have missed it before." "As the river surrenders to the Ocean, surrender yourself to the Self, the Source. And if you find you are still swimming on the surface of the Ocean, stop swimming and you will sink to the Depths of Love." - Papaji (( Who was she? ~Michael Seaborne Eyes, mysterious blue moons. Heart. Lost. Too long. Looking down. Looking up, gone… Deep blue moons, eyes. Aimless. Between forgiveness, and moving on. If they're ever was a reason. Now means because. Eyes, mysterious blue moons. Opposite side of azure, mountainous, jagged. Giving worth to because. Deep blue… *** Overcome With Peace ~Roxanna Jolly Beneath the emerald glow of the moonlight I gaze at the stars and become enveloped in peace Consumed in an instant bliss, cascading my presence with joy My life passes me by, portraying child-like images Lost in my precious dreamland... I am free to drown out the worries of today To hold on to promises of tomorrow I face the world head on, holding nothing back As my imagination runs free like the wind Though I sit quietly as silence soars around me The joy remains... tracing to the Unknown In this small life I lead, I hold no regrets, I look up at the One who keeps me going, and smile. *** The Old Peak At Night ~Amy Jo Huffman The heart of nowhere Beats for me. Like a slow-motion clock. It keeps time To my absence. Still too fast. I am dying To the tune. I hold my breath. Trying to encourage its silence. But I am the fool. It is the saint. And together, we dance. As emptiness. Rising. To the moon. *** Senescent Moon Child ~Jacqueline Hedtkamp She seeks solace under a blanket of darkness. The lush full moon illuminates the horizon, casting crystals upon rhythmic pulsating waves. Silvery thunderhead lace etched in indigo, gently lulling her into a spellbinding trance. Softened outlines of inlet isles bathed in gray mist. Tips of evergreens eerily floating on clouds. Metaphoric illusions for the seasoned soul. Visions of a predictable eternity. 'Tis a delightful game of words and rhyme that thrills the spirit, and teases the mind. *** The Bath ~Greg Watson After making love we lie in bath water The color of chamomile tea, Legs entwined, Quiet except for our breathing. Slowly, methodically washing ourselves, Arms, legs, breasts and bellies… Steam rising from our pinkish skin, Broken commas of soap Circling Like moonlight in a Van Gogh. It is early afternoon and we speak softly, Planning the maps of our day In vague mumbles, A drive to Sarrack's Wine & Spirits And spaghetti Milanese, Words trailing off in translucent ribbons, Perhaps for use another day. Watching the hair from our bodies drain I know we have become beautiful, Two more souls in a ritual As ancient as war. I kiss your legs, I call you mine, And in this moment, Fully in bloom and seamless, Not even the hand of God can touch us... *** The Moon Opened Up and I Fell in with the Sky When I talk about things I know, I know the least about myself in that saying i know something. I know nothing, pretty much nothing. i do know i Love You though, that much i do know, you know? I used to do the writing here, in this head, and it was empty of me. i became headless, but left with a gigantic Heart. Speaking directly from that place, i can tell you every secret of the universe. The Mystery unfolds me and it unfolds from me, and the Mystery is this Love i feel for You. It certainly is no mystery that i Love You. For all practical intents and reason, You are the Solemnity of morning puja. The tinkling bells from the Templed Heart, those are the glee-filled sounds Joy makes whenever i even think of You, and i think of You constantly Beloved. Maybe that's why the hum and gong never stops, the sound of This Love never stops calling out to others. Then one day i split the moon's glow, and it fell from the sky of my mind. We crumble-cracked open, spilling me into me and then You fell through me too. The night sky toppled over into Blue, and as it broke open, i began to shudder-shimmer. Light flowed everywhere from every single thing around me. i became the Light-River without end. And I lost my mind in that. Scratching in the dirt and humus along the waterways and pathways, kneeling down, oh! a little mirror there - A little mirror here. This Rivered WildHeart is crashing against the God-Glass - Cosmic consciousness as infinity, in a mirrored waterdrop sliding down this blue cup... The reflection of Beloved is in my eyes. Look deeper. (( Right now at 3:30ish the moon sliver is cupping the darkness as it rises in the east looking for Linda's house and Heart. Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, coffee, Nag Champa and more, much more than i can say are speaking in that untranslatable language known to all Lovers breaking open into God's Graciousness...Grace - we are drowning and going down. Sweet breathlessness brought about by years of hong-sau and Kriya. And the moon is beckoning still, still calling in the stillness - "Come and play with me Beloved child of the night!" LoveAlways, Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 2, 2002 Report Share Posted October 2, 2002 , shawn <shawn@w...> wrote: <snip> > > Eh, Paisan! > > Whatsamatta w'you? > > > "That's Amore" > > When the moon hits your eye > Like a big pizza pie, > That's Amore. <snip> > > Warren and Brooks > > Shawn "When an eel lunges out, And it bites on your snout, That's a moray..." B.C. (The Comic Strip) Sorry, couldn't resist.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 2, 2002 Report Share Posted October 2, 2002 Hi Shawn, You were singing: > That's Amore.... For some reason yesterday, we had to give our house a name, we called it "Casa Toscana"! What's the house for? Per Amore... That's Amore... The house was originally built to welcome a lot of people... It (the house, yes) is now making its expectations known and we just have to follow suit... We could have called it Casa Amore... Hmmm? Next time... Wim Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 2, 2002 Report Share Posted October 2, 2002 Hi Know_Mystery, You quoted BC: > "When an eel lunges out, > And it bites on your snout, > That's a moray..." [snip] > Sorry, couldn't resist.... I'm glad you couldn't... Amore, my dear moray! Well what do I know? As you are no mystery to me: The bite from your snout Is a taunt for this lout... cause That's Amore Wim --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.386 / Virus Database: 218 - Release 9/9/2002 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 2, 2002 Report Share Posted October 2, 2002 Dear Wim - But it is lunchtime here, and this on the menu caught my eye... Lettuce all do lunch right now, shall we? When they serve you a dish, Made of cheese on a fish, That's a mornay... Ah, to not be a vegetarian right now... smiling, no mystery , Wim Borsboom <wim@a...> wrote: > Hi Know_Mystery, > > You quoted BC: > > "When an eel lunges out, > > And it bites on your snout, > > That's a moray..." > > [snip] > > > Sorry, couldn't resist.... > > I'm glad you couldn't... > > Amore, my dear moray! > > Well what do I know? > > As you are no mystery to me: > > The bite from your snout > Is a taunt for this lout... > > cause > > That's Amore > > Wim > > --- > Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. > Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). > Version: 6.0.386 / Virus Database: 218 - Release 9/9/2002 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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