Guest guest Posted May 4, 2003 Report Share Posted May 4, 2003 There is a space between the time when something is one thing and the time when it grows better, that is, different in a more sophisticated way. An animal that catches up to its environment in its protective evolution is an example. A piece of art goes from crude to expressive and an artist grows from inept in an ability to proficient. It is this transition that is neither state nor activity, but the thing of transition itself that becomes habitual through effort. It is a product of love, not intellectualism. Love Bobby G. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 4, 2003 Report Share Posted May 4, 2003 , "texasbg2000" <Bigbobgraham@a...> wrote: > There is a space between the time when something is one thing and the > time when it grows better, that is, different in a more sophisticated > way. An animal that catches up to its environment in its protective > evolution is an example. A piece of art goes from crude to > expressive and an artist grows from inept in an ability to proficient. > > It is this transition that is neither state nor activity, but the > thing of transition itself that becomes habitual through effort. It > is a product of love, not intellectualism. > > Love > Bobby G. Hi Bobby - I agree, it is a product of love, and it is also when we are closest to the source, to the creator... love and peace, joyce PS - I've tried to write about this in a few poems over the past few months. Here's the latest... When all is stillness In the clear moment when breath is neither inhale nor exhale, but just breath, neither in nor out, full stop, at that precise moment when all is perfectly still, were i Rumi, i'd say "there is a field i'll meet you there." And meeting there brings that flash of realization: It is when all is stillness, in between the lub and the dub of this heart, that i hear you loudest in me. 24 April 2003 (revised) joyce Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 4, 2003 Report Share Posted May 4, 2003 > When all is stillness > > > In the clear moment > when breath > is neither inhale > nor exhale, > but just breath, > neither in > nor out, > full stop, > at that precise moment > when all is perfectly > still, > were i Rumi, i'd say > "there is a field > i'll meet you there." > > And meeting there > brings that flash > of realization: > > It is when all is stillness, > in between the lub > and the dub > of this heart, > that i hear you loudest in me. > > > > 24 April 2003 (revised) > joyce Nicely done Sri Joyce. The effortless effort of love. Bobby G. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 4, 2003 Report Share Posted May 4, 2003 , "texasbg2000" <Bigbobgraham@a...> wrote: > > Nicely done Sri Joyce. The effortless effort of love. > Bobby G. Hi Bobby - Thank you for your kind words. love and peace, joyce Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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