Guest guest Posted October 22, 2002 Report Share Posted October 22, 2002 Conversation Without Words The precious seed grows,Pure Consciousness transcendent.There is only Grace. Y! Web Hosting - Let the expert host your web site Attachment: (image/pjpeg) Thought.jpg [not stored] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 22, 2002 Report Share Posted October 22, 2002 , Know Mystery <know_mystery> wrote: Conversation Without Words The precious seed grows, Pure Consciousness transcendent. There is only Grace. ))) No one knows the reason for any of this -- why do they even make it a question? Death doesn't. The wild wonder of that moment is sufficient to still any doubt. This is not a metaphor -- it will be the same mystery opening the door outward it once opened inward. I am that swinging door, winds of time blown through me, not knowing out from in, death from life, self from this Cold Mountain. What is surrender? The raw happiness of the speared fish is no puzzle to the crane – just another meal in the happiness of blood, flowing out of time, pouring into death for life, not knowing. LoveAlways, b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 22, 2002 Report Share Posted October 22, 2002 Hi Robert - Um, I wasn't speaking of "death" in that haiku or the photo...but if you want to, OK by me... Thanks. , "hrtbeat7" <hrtbeat7> wrote: > ))) No one knows the reason > for any of this -- > why do they even make it > a question? > Death doesn't. > The wild wonder of that > moment is sufficient to still > any doubt. > This is not a metaphor -- > it will be the same mystery > opening the door outward > it once opened inward. > I am that > swinging door, > winds of time blown > through me, not knowing > out from in, death > from life, self from this > Cold Mountain. > > What is surrender? > > The raw happiness of the speared fish > is no puzzle to the crane – > just another meal in the > happiness of blood, > flowing out of time, > pouring into death > for life, not > knowing. > > > > LoveAlways, > > b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 22, 2002 Report Share Posted October 22, 2002 on 10/21/02 7:55 PM, know_mystery at know_mystery wrote: > Hi Robert - > > Um, I wasn't speaking of "death" in that haiku or the photo...but if > you want to, OK by me... > > Thanks. Life and death lean on eachother...isn't it interesting how you presumed death to be the subject? I presumed b to be speaking of all of it. ....though it sems that life as we know it includes death, whereas death doen't seem to include life...all praise to quantum phisics! Shawn > , "hrtbeat7" <hrtbeat7> wrote: >> ))) No one knows the reason >> for any of this -- >> why do they even make it >> a question? >> Death doesn't. >> The wild wonder of that >> moment is sufficient to still >> any doubt. >> This is not a metaphor -- >> it will be the same mystery >> opening the door outward >> it once opened inward. >> I am that >> swinging door, >> winds of time blown >> through me, not knowing >> out from in, death >> from life, self from this >> Cold Mountain. >> >> What is surrender? >> >> The raw happiness of the speared fish >> is no puzzle to the crane – >> just another meal in the >> happiness of blood, >> flowing out of time, >> pouring into death >> for life, not >> knowing. >> >> >> >> LoveAlways, >> >> b > > > 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...
Guest guest Posted October 22, 2002 Report Share Posted October 22, 2002 Hi Shawn - , shawn <shawn@w...> wrote: <snip> > > Life and death lean on eachother...isn't it interesting how you presumed > death to be the subject? I presumed b to be speaking of all of it. > > ...though it sems that life as we know it includes death, whereas death > doen't seem to include life...all praise to quantum phisics! > > Shawn See, that's just it (for me)... That death doesn't seem to include life... and where I was coming from was so totally about life and so not about "death" that there was a certain non-sequitur sensation on reading that response... I felt jarred that my art elicited it... Thanx. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 22, 2002 Report Share Posted October 22, 2002 , "know_mystery" <know_mystery> wrote: Re: Conversation Without Words Hi Shawn - , shawn <shawn@w...> wrote: <snip> Life and death lean on eachother...isn't it interesting how you presumed death to be the subject? I presumed b to be speaking of all of it. ...though it sems that life as we know it includes death, whereas death doen't seem to include life...all praise to quantum phisics! Shawn See, that's just it (for me)... That death doesn't seem to include life... and where I was coming from was so totally about life and so not about "death" that there was a certain non-sequitur sensation on reading that response... I felt jarred that my art elicited it... Thanx. Dearest Heart, i have found that whatever i write means something a little different to each one who reads it. As is the case with your poem and with Robert's poem in response. The poem he wrote is also completely life- affirming. Death is life affirming so fully. i found your haiku so lovely and so fresh. It stirred my heart ever so sweetly. But i find that i view death perhaps a little more joyfully then most might. Perhaps because i died and came back with that remembrance - Death is but a dream...life is but a dream...all of this is but a dream... Past experiences and lives and association with them brings about retraction and recoil often when we identify with that which first caused us angst. Robert meant only to praise your work by sharing his own with it. Often he and i write to another's poem which has particularly stirred our Heart. Such was the case with your beautiful poetry DearHeart. It's all right and it's all good. ....No Jar bravehearts being breathed, born along the river spilling where no jars are held... At any given moment we are waltzing to the edge of infinity if we can imagine that imaginary place, that edge of non-existence, or existence as we know it now, and knowing that we enter into the Heart of Nowhere and fall everywhere at once as Light breaking into the Horizon. Oh Horizonless One! hurrying me Homeward, ever-Homeless, even now i weep for this. Will, reason, caring about not caring, the illness of Love sustains the Heart like some mysterious medicine - both cure and sickness. Grace is what we gargle on when we swallow fear and pride, and Beloved, we are the cure for what ails us. As i speak into Your Heart now i can only hear God listening. Hunting that pleasure, that delirious intoxication leaves me speechless and nearly comatose in this Dance we do. Paradox! i Dance as i sleep! i am stumbling into the Heart of Your HeartSong Dancing us... Dancing Us. i was born dead Darling Heart. Dawn never comes for it has never risen, will never go, and i am not saying this right. While i am able Dearest, let me hold you in the Light streaming from the dead and dying. i live in That. Dancing past all hope, all cares and concerns that the Maestro might begin again with a new tune i do not know, i surrender to your embrace. You support my existence. And yet my Love, we do not exist. Stretching like some supine and silly cosmic cat of clarity, i travel endlessly to the door of Your Heart where the Dance never ever ends. Now, Dance with me, you Fool! "Just cry out one unobstructed cry." * At a point in that crying for Beloved without obstruction, two voices may so collude as ours that then there is just crying, and the end of crying, and that which continues on, unobstructed by any cry or end of cry, Beloved. This is a form of Advaita uncommonly encountered. It is also known as life. It is suspect to the Traditionalist as a result, who, dreaming in the past, may have not encountered it, even though it is only what's living now with no past, no future as this, life, the space of awareness itself, expressing infinitely in variation, yet never changing, Timeless. It is neither dual nor non-dual, and forever a puzzle to the comparative mind that would like to know it, judge it, devour, digest it and then continue on in search of more, as if one taste is not enough to drown in – Happily! In fact, there is no Advaita, except what is attributed to the concept by the very mechanism it would transcend (and of course it's such a lovely- sounding word!). There are uncountable Advaitists roaming through our own bloodstreams right now, doing what they came to do, the thing about blood, the Perfect Dharma. Performing miracles beyond comprehension, each one of us opens our eyes or stays asleep. Everything orchestrates itself in this waltz, and is already gone by the time perception references it. What use is the quest to become real in the midst of these endless synchronicities? We walk together, and arrive home at the same time. When we sit down to eat, we enjoy the food. A raccoon sits on my cathode ray tube, a lizard's perched on yours. You put some Raisinetts in my empty hand – just the right amount. Is it any wonder the universe rejoices? We pray to no Blue Fairy to make us real, nor search for some place where dreams are born. You always stand where the story ends, here upon my chest, dancing Happily, Smiling. We never fell in love. We have always loved each other. God takes up where God leaves off. "God can do such things!" ** *Lalla **Hafiz LoveAlways, Mazie & b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 22, 2002 Report Share Posted October 22, 2002 , "mazie_l" <sraddha54@h...> wrote: > There are uncountable Advaitists roaming through our own bloodstreams right now, doing what they came to do, the thing about blood, the Perfect Dharma. ))) Late summer's eve, and wine-dark dusk emerges earlier now, as if the shadows have always lingered just behind the façade of light, patiently biding their time, confident that the inevitable procession of the planet will favor them once more, full of the promise of pinpoint starlight birthing and fading within the vast ocean of mute darkness, silent eternal night, and by the lake the mosquito swarms have thickened, tiny beings dizzy with desire, clueless in philosophies of birth and death, drawn by some anciently encoded impulse to the ecstasy of evening, life feeding upon life, drinking deeply of itself, intoxicated with the simplicity of innocent desire, the search and satisfaction, and then the search once more, in never ending cycles of urgent humming yearning, yearning beyond comprehension, free of any doubt or question, in absolute submission to that which beats their wings, their hearts, pushes their blood to seek more blood, and blinds them to the swift approach of the devouring dragonfly. The wind, momentarily respectful of the vanishing light, once more gathers itself to push between the temporary leaves of the darkening trees, flowing freely, filled with songs few ever hear, spilling rough sinewy kisses along the branches which extend their reach to express the same force which births the wind, whirling insects, wheeling star shine, and the wonder of worlds upon worlds of fervent endless mindless yearning – the same force whispering through every beat of every heart right now, every breath, every brilliant unbearably beautiful body of life. LoveAlways, b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 22, 2002 Report Share Posted October 22, 2002 Dearest Mazie and Robert - Thank you... A smile...a bow...a tear. A friend. , "mazie_l" <sraddha54@h...> wrote: > , "know_mystery" <know_mystery> wrote: > > Re: Conversation Without Words > > > Hi Shawn - > > , shawn <shawn@w...> wrote: > <snip> > > Life and death lean on eachother...isn't it interesting how you > presumed > death to be the subject? I presumed b to be speaking of all of it. > > ...though it sems that life as we know it includes death, whereas > death > doen't seem to include life...all praise to quantum phisics! > > Shawn > > > See, that's just it (for me)... That death doesn't seem to include > life... and where I was coming from was so totally about life and so > not about "death" that there was a certain non-sequitur sensation on > reading that response... I felt jarred that my art elicited it... > Thanx. > > > Dearest Heart, > > i have found that whatever i write means something a little different > to each one who reads it. As is the case with your poem and with > Robert's poem in response. The poem he wrote is also completely life- > affirming. Death is life affirming so fully. i found your haiku so > lovely and so fresh. It stirred my heart ever so sweetly. But i find > that i view death perhaps a little more joyfully then most might. > Perhaps because i died and came back with that remembrance - Death is > but a dream...life is but a dream...all of this is but a dream... > > Past experiences and lives and association with them brings about > retraction and recoil often when we identify with that which first > caused us angst. Robert meant only to praise your work by sharing his > own with it. Often he and i write to another's poem which has > particularly stirred our Heart. Such was the case with your beautiful > poetry DearHeart. It's all right and it's all good. > > > ...No Jar > > > bravehearts being breathed, > born along the river spilling > where no jars are held... > > > At any given moment > we are waltzing > to the edge of infinity > if we can imagine > that imaginary place, > that edge of non-existence, > or existence as we know it now, > and knowing that we enter into > the Heart of Nowhere and fall > everywhere at once as > Light breaking > into the Horizon. > Oh Horizonless One! > hurrying me Homeward, > ever-Homeless, > even now > i weep for this. > > Will, reason, > caring about not caring, > the illness of Love > sustains the Heart like > some mysterious medicine - > both cure and sickness. > Grace is what we gargle on > when we swallow fear > and pride, and Beloved, > we are the cure > for what ails us. > As i speak into Your Heart now > i can only hear God listening. > Hunting that pleasure, > that delirious intoxication > leaves me speechless > and nearly comatose > in this Dance we do. > Paradox! i Dance as i sleep! > i am stumbling into > the Heart of Your > HeartSong > Dancing us... > > Dancing Us. > > i was born dead Darling Heart. > Dawn never comes for it > has never risen, > will never go, > and i am not saying this right. > While i am able Dearest, > let me hold you > in the Light streaming > from the dead and dying. > i live in That. > > Dancing past all hope, > all cares and concerns that > the Maestro might begin again > with a new tune i do not know, > i surrender to your embrace. > You support my existence. > And yet my Love, > we do not exist. > Stretching like some > supine and silly > cosmic cat of clarity, > i travel endlessly to > the door of Your Heart where > the Dance never ever ends. > Now, Dance with me, you Fool! > > > "Just cry out one unobstructed cry." * > > At a point in that crying for Beloved > without obstruction, two voices may > so collude as ours that > then there is just crying, and > the end of crying, and > that which continues on, unobstructed > by any cry or end of cry, > Beloved. > > This is a form of Advaita uncommonly encountered. > It is also known as life. > > It is suspect to the Traditionalist as a result, > who, dreaming in the past, may have not > encountered it, even though it is only > what's living now with no past, no future as > this, life, the space of awareness itself, expressing > infinitely in variation, yet never changing, > Timeless. > > It is neither dual nor non-dual, and forever a puzzle > to the comparative mind that would like to know it, judge it, > devour, digest it and then continue on in search of more, as if > one taste is not enough to drown in – > Happily! > > In fact, there is no Advaita, except what is > attributed to the concept by the very mechanism > it would transcend > (and of course it's such a lovely- > sounding word!). > > There are uncountable Advaitists roaming > through our own bloodstreams right now, doing > what they came to do, the thing about blood, > the Perfect Dharma. > > Performing miracles beyond comprehension, > each one of us opens our eyes or stays asleep. > > Everything orchestrates itself in this waltz, and > is already gone by the time perception references it. > > What use is the quest to become real > in the midst of these endless synchronicities? > > We walk together, and arrive home at the same time. > When we sit down to eat, we enjoy the food. > > A raccoon sits on my cathode ray tube, > a lizard's perched on yours. > > You put some Raisinetts in my empty hand – > just the right amount. > > Is it any wonder > the universe rejoices? > > We pray to no Blue Fairy to make us real, nor > search for some place where > dreams are born. > > You always stand where the story ends, > here upon my chest, dancing > Happily, Smiling. > > We never fell in love. > We have always loved each other. > > God takes up where > God leaves off. > > "God can do such things!" ** > > *Lalla > **Hafiz > > LoveAlways, > > Mazie & b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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