Guest guest Posted October 19, 2002 Report Share Posted October 19, 2002 Wang Lung's wife knew not to put tiger-skin shoes on her first-born son for the New Year celebrations. She took great care and did not give in to the temptation to put bright, dried fruit on her mooncakes. Shiva decorates His Abode with the fruit of our Love. Beautiful, Happy beings Attract Shiva in the most ardent way. His striped-cat rug on which He sits is stitched With blood-red Heart-lines and Covered with tiny, tiger-skin clad feet Seeking to find a way to escape Him. I'm so weary with words washed clean of anything That resemble the actual thing that wants to speak. I tremble at the slightest breeze of Allah's Breath breathing Life into these decaying corpses we call out from for water. We're drowning in the well as we yell for a drink of Life! I cannot continue debating anymore about anything with anyone. I only want to praise the One and the fun of that is enough. Fanning the flames that burn the bridge of friendship in one-upmanship simply do not interest me any longer in the scheme of things. I have lost the desire to conspire to fool myself that I am zennier, Have less of "I" than you, or say things that seek to demean another By cutting off their head so I might appear taller in the limelight. It's really laughable the lengths we'll go to prove our contentions. What bones have I to pick with anyone about anything when I am just a skeleton of samskaras singing freely, Hanging before the class and asking for everyone to touch me? I find myself most objectionable when it comes to claiming freedom. Freedom? I hang in Shiva's freezer waiting for the barbecue to begin. Praise is all I ever want to do. Praise is all I can offer if I'm true to the Source of this story. Praise is all I really know. I praise that I know nothing and in that knowing nothing, I can see that Shiva has everything ready for the unveiling of i. See, it's like this my friends – I am you. LoveAlways, Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 19, 2002 Report Share Posted October 19, 2002 , "mazie_l" <sraddha54@h...> wrote: > > > Wang Lung's wife knew not to put > tiger-skin shoes on her first-born son > for the New Year celebrations. > She took great care and did not give in to the temptation > to put bright, dried fruit on her mooncakes. > Shiva decorates His Abode with the fruit of our Love. > > Beautiful, Happy beings > Attract Shiva in the most ardent way. > His striped-cat rug on which He sits is stitched > With blood-red Heart-lines and > Covered with tiny, tiger-skin clad feet > Seeking to find a way to escape Him. > > I'm so weary with words washed clean of anything > That resemble the actual thing that wants to speak. > I tremble at the slightest breeze of Allah's Breath breathing > Life into these decaying corpses we call out from for water. > We're drowning in the well as we yell for a drink of Life! > I cannot continue debating anymore about anything with anyone. > > I only want to praise the One and the fun of that is enough. > Fanning the flames that burn the bridge of friendship in one-upmanship > simply do not interest me any longer in the scheme of things. > I have lost the desire to conspire to fool myself that I am zennier, > Have less of "I" than you, or say things that seek to demean another > By cutting off their head so I might appear taller in the limelight. > > It's really laughable the lengths we'll go to prove our contentions. > What bones have I to pick with anyone about anything > when I am just a skeleton of samskaras singing freely, > Hanging before the class and asking for everyone to touch me? > I find myself most objectionable when it comes to claiming freedom. > Freedom? I hang in Shiva's freezer waiting for the barbecue to begin. > > Praise is all I ever want to do. > Praise is all I can offer if I'm true to the Source of this story. > Praise is all I really know. > I praise that I know nothing and in that knowing nothing, > I can see that Shiva has everything ready for the unveiling of i. > See, it's like this my friends – I am you. > > > > LoveAlways, > > Mazie Hi, I just read the previous two posts, yours and Michael's. I was watching Sean Penn on Inside the Actor's Studio tonight and got a contact high from listening to him. When you think about it, most of life and its characters are so forgettable that encountering someone who is vividly in their life is like offering a thirsty man a drink of water. Gratitude for honesty....passion...and presence. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 19, 2002 Report Share Posted October 19, 2002 , "skiplaurel" <vicki@b...> wrote: > , "mazie_l" <sraddha54@h...> wrote: > > > > > > Wang Lung's wife knew not to put > > tiger-skin shoes on her first-born son > > for the New Year celebrations. > > She took great care and did not give in to the temptation > > to put bright, dried fruit on her mooncakes. > > Shiva decorates His Abode with the fruit of our Love. > > > > Beautiful, Happy beings > > Attract Shiva in the most ardent way. > > His striped-cat rug on which He sits is stitched > > With blood-red Heart-lines and > > Covered with tiny, tiger-skin clad feet > > Seeking to find a way to escape Him. > > > > I'm so weary with words washed clean of anything > > That resemble the actual thing that wants to speak. > > I tremble at the slightest breeze of Allah's Breath breathing > > Life into these decaying corpses we call out from for water. > > We're drowning in the well as we yell for a drink of Life! > > I cannot continue debating anymore about anything with anyone. > > > > I only want to praise the One and the fun of that is enough. > > Fanning the flames that burn the bridge of friendship in > one-upmanship > > simply do not interest me any longer in the scheme of things. > > I have lost the desire to conspire to fool myself that I am zennier, > > Have less of "I" than you, or say things that seek to demean another > > By cutting off their head so I might appear taller in the limelight. > > > > It's really laughable the lengths we'll go to prove our contentions. > > What bones have I to pick with anyone about anything > > when I am just a skeleton of samskaras singing freely, > > Hanging before the class and asking for everyone to touch me? > > I find myself most objectionable when it comes to claiming freedom. > > Freedom? I hang in Shiva's freezer waiting for the barbecue to > begin. > > > > Praise is all I ever want to do. > > Praise is all I can offer if I'm true to the Source of this story. > > Praise is all I really know. > > I praise that I know nothing and in that knowing nothing, > > I can see that Shiva has everything ready for the unveiling of i. > > See, it's like this my friends – I am you. > > > > > > > > LoveAlways, > > > > Mazie > > > > Hi, I just read the previous two posts, yours and Michael's. I was > watching > Sean Penn on Inside the Actor's Studio tonight and got a contact high > from > listening to him. When you think about it, most of life and its > characters are > so forgettable that encountering someone who is vividly in their life > is like > offering a thirsty man a drink of water. Gratitude for > honesty....passion...and > presence. Dear Skiplaurel, Your experience of Sean Penn-ness was a glimpse into the passion, honesty, = and presence that reside in your own infinite awareness.... PS I think that Sean Penn is a national treasure........:-) Love Michael Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 22, 2002 Report Share Posted October 22, 2002 Thank you mazie...I really love the way your neurophychobabbles! Shawn on 10/19/02 12:17 PM, mazie_l at sraddha54 wrote: > > > Wang Lung's wife knew not to put > tiger-skin shoes on her first-born son > for the New Year celebrations. > She took great care and did not give in to the temptation > to put bright, dried fruit on her mooncakes. > Shiva decorates His Abode with the fruit of our Love. > > Beautiful, Happy beings > Attract Shiva in the most ardent way. > His striped-cat rug on which He sits is stitched > With blood-red Heart-lines and > Covered with tiny, tiger-skin clad feet > Seeking to find a way to escape Him. > > I'm so weary with words washed clean of anything > That resemble the actual thing that wants to speak. > I tremble at the slightest breeze of Allah's Breath breathing > Life into these decaying corpses we call out from for water. > We're drowning in the well as we yell for a drink of Life! > I cannot continue debating anymore about anything with anyone. > > I only want to praise the One and the fun of that is enough. > Fanning the flames that burn the bridge of friendship in one-upmanship > simply do not interest me any longer in the scheme of things. > I have lost the desire to conspire to fool myself that I am zennier, > Have less of "I" than you, or say things that seek to demean another > By cutting off their head so I might appear taller in the limelight. > > It's really laughable the lengths we'll go to prove our contentions. > What bones have I to pick with anyone about anything > when I am just a skeleton of samskaras singing freely, > Hanging before the class and asking for everyone to touch me? > I find myself most objectionable when it comes to claiming freedom. > Freedom? I hang in Shiva's freezer waiting for the barbecue to begin. > > Praise is all I ever want to do. > Praise is all I can offer if I'm true to the Source of this story. > Praise is all I really know. > I praise that I know nothing and in that knowing nothing, > I can see that Shiva has everything ready for the unveiling of i. > See, it's like this my friends – I am you. > > > > LoveAlways, > > Mazie > > > > 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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