Guest guest Posted March 3, 2003 Report Share Posted March 3, 2003 The body's brokered a deal with Love - Bring me your pain, and I'll give you the excess of My Exhuberance. Exaltation in the implication of being OneBeing breaks bread with silence, breaks bones and makes no bones about it, breaks the seal on the Deal of a lifetime...with me, with God... and Dearest Heart of mine, with Love. Harmonies and melodies of marking time by harking to the call of Shiva, they leave me breathless and broken on a sea of pain and burning pyres of i. i never felt the fire reach so high as last night's blaze of Bhava born in the form of agony. In this ecstacy of imbibing the Torrential Rain of Perfection as Pain, Beloved Paints the picture of Perfect Surrender. In severing the bonds of identity to any of this that would harm me, i have become the Harmless Hari in form, informing me of a Love so Incomprehensible, so Unutterably Unspeakable, i am left speechless, lost in Wonder and Awe that Love, Love which appears to maul the body so brutally, is actually bearing me along in the Breezes of Eternal Bliss, borne and burnt by the Kiss of Bone-Crushing Compassion. i bless this body leaking Light with every sigh. i bless this disease which feeds the Light to the Light. i bless this broken, Beautiful Body of Love by baring the torso so fully, so openly to Love's Touch, introducing the Immaculate Idea of Perfection parading around in the cloak of calamitous chaos carving me to pieces. i cannot remember a time when pain was not present in one form or another. Pain is the most Exquisite Expression i know of truly knowing how much, how incredibly MUCH i am Loved. In this pretend persona of prana-performing at this party called life, thrown with God as the Guest of Honor, pain pretends to hurt me when actually, when truly and completely, It's preparing me for the Bonfire of all vanity. With every verity of the variety of Expressions offered by, for and in OneHeart, another identification tag to buying in to the implication that there is, or ever was anything which was not God Alone, is not Love alone, is clipped off in the chipping off of another pice of the stone-idol of - I am the doer. i am done and cooked in the Cosmic-Cauldron of Kali-Ma. i can say with pleasure today, as much as Rumi did when he was stormed by grief, even as this pain has its wild and wonderful way with me - "Hit me with a skimming spoon! I can't do this by myself anymore!" * "Let the Beauty we Love be what we do." * To Love, to Life and to God, i say, i say, i say... i say, take me to River of Firey Fana and throw me in! "Nothing left to do, so here's the new rule - Break the wineglass and fall into The Glassblower's Breath..." * * Rumi LoveAlways, Mazie STOP MORE SPAM with the new MSN 8 and get 2 months FREE* Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 3, 2003 Report Share Posted March 3, 2003 Thank you, sweet Sri Mazieji, for your Wisdom, Love, and Eternal Heart overflowing with Compassion and Awareness. Why is it you always make me cry??? Why Why Why? Oh, I forgot. Mine is not to question why :-) OM, Shiva. OM, Shiva. OM, Namah Shivaya. Burnt to a charred crisp, Broken to a lumpy heap on the floor, Breathing through the grace of the breath within the breath, Ready for the next dance. Joyce PS Um, Hail to Little Shiva too :-) It is often said that God will come to you in a form you find pleasing... May we all be pleased in our surrender. (Hi Sri Tonyji, LOL :-) .. The body's brokered a deal with Love - Bring me your pain, and I'll give you the excess of My Exhuberance. Exaltation in the implication of being OneBeing breaks bread with silence, breaks bones and makes no bones about it, breaks the seal on the Deal of a lifetime...with me, with God... and Dearest Heart of mine, with Love. Harmonies and melodies of marking time by harking to the call of Shiva, they leave me breathless and broken on a sea of pain and burning pyres of i. i never felt the fire reach so high as last night's blaze of Bhava born in the form of agony. In this ecstacy of imbibing the Torrential Rain of Perfection as Pain, Beloved Paints the picture of Perfect Surrender. In severing the bonds of identity to any of this that would harm me, i have become the Harmless Hari in form, informing me of a Love so Incomprehensible, so Unutterably Unspeakable, i am left speechless, lost in Wonder and Awe that Love, Love which appears to maul the body so brutally, is actually bearing me along in the Breezes of Eternal Bliss, borne and burnt by the Kiss of Bone-Crushing Compassion. i bless this body leaking Light with every sigh. i bless this disease which feeds the Light to the Light. i bless this broken, Beautiful Body of Love by baring the torso so fully, so openly to Love's Touch, introducing the Immaculate Idea of Perfection parading around in the cloak of calamitous chaos carving me to pieces. i cannot remember a time when pain was not present in one form or another. Pain is the most Exquisite Expression i know of truly knowing how much, how incredibly MUCH i am Loved. In this pretend persona of prana-performing at this party called life, thrown with God as the Guest of Honor, pain pretends to hurt me when actually, when truly and completely, It's preparing me for the Bonfire of all vanity. With every verity of the variety of Expressions offered by, for and in OneHeart, another identification tag to buying in to the implication that there is, or ever was anything which was not God Alone, is not Love alone, is clipped off in the chipping off of another pice of the stone-idol of - I am the doer. i am done and cooked in the Cosmic-Cauldron of Kali-Ma. i can say with pleasure today, as much as Rumi did when he was stormed by grief, even as this pain has its wild and wonderful way with me - "Hit me with a skimming spoon! I can't do this by myself anymore!" * "Let the Beauty we Love be what we do." * To Love, to Life and to God, i say, i say, i say... i say, take me to River of Firey Fana and throw me in! "Nothing left to do, so here's the new rule - Break the wineglass and fall into The Glassblower's Breath..." * * Rumi LoveAlways, Mazie STOP MORE SPAM with the new MSN 8 and get 2 months FREE* /join The Heart is the Self. The Self is the Heart. Your use of is subject to the Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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