Guest guest Posted March 26, 2003 Report Share Posted March 26, 2003 Clarity, and i having it, puleeze… I may as well say I’m perched on the statue of liberty Looking out across the water at the twin towers, still standing. I stand in a most intricate, I-inter-twined, vasanaic, vine-laden strand of me-weeds, of see-me wanna be Loved lianas of looking for validation. Verily, I stare from a most chaotic cave crawling with bheda-bhava bugs. I would even go so bold as to say that these vermin are veracity and wisdom, Winged things of Wonder and Awe… wooley-wiggley worms germinating in the ego, Gestating in my gesticulating into print this gift of gab, Going boing into night moths and and sticky-footed houseflies. All bright eyes, a hundred thousand sets of luminescent eyes are shining, Divining the pinpointed moment of the rupture of the image held, By Grace, hailed and acknowledged as the SadGuru and then laughingly tossed, Launched like pop rocks of persona into a Self-Sustained Sauna of SatChitananda – the Fire of Fana as Absolute Truth takes the chaos away and displays only Tender Mists of Mercy flaming on the stones of Self-Realization. >From this hotbed of ego-identification being surrendered in Seva to the Self, all past experiences and their subsequent recoil and retraction are severed. Manjusri and Kali are Courtesans of This Heart. Here, Here Now, As It Is, Shiva reclines, a Tabla Rasa of Rapture casually tossing Dharma-store dimes into the Emptiness. LoveAlways, Mazie MSN 8 with e-mail virus protection service: 2 months FREE* Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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