Guest guest Posted September 27, 2003 Report Share Posted September 27, 2003 Long ago, I gazed into your eyes and then stopped breathingbut still survivednow day and night I only sighand dream of being in the midstof your enchanted company.The song of love that camefrom once your silent lipsfound quickly its true aimmesmerized my innocent heartwhich beat on still the samebut my legs went numband my tongue grew sweetwhen the fragrance of your skinmy loveenveloped me in its warm embrace. Come play with me I would sometimes saybut you always had it your wayhow glad I was to be your slavewith no power to make you stay... ....So, in my solitude contentwith love completely unspenttonight, like all the other nightsyou keep dancing in my dreams.Play hide and seeknot too much longerand risk this longinggrow even stronger.When people ask unashamedlywhy your love flees from meembarrassed and silent I staywhat honest answer could one makeand can you also say for surethat in choosing me as your loveryou have made some grave mistake?Pleasures and pains haunt me stillbut no one asks me when I willstop living on dreams of yesterdays,quietly lay down on the hilland slide into eternity.Nowhere to look, no lights arounddon't want to see any sights at allwith rhythm of your lullaby will comethe thunder of the soundless sound. I only miss you when you are gone.Not that I mind being alonebut having known your touchit’s too much to bear sometimesthat my heart has split in twolooking for the doorthat opens your mystery.My steps are faltering and unsurethis hard fought battle, although lostpains all the more; it was almost won.Walking through the desert drysipping water from miragesdoes help to pass the timebut I can't quenchmy thirst divine.It's hard to say whystaring at the blazing sunthe eyes now do not tryto see the cool moon and starsand what else hangsin the evening sky. Now, who can sayhow I get byand breathejust enough airto stay alive? Poetry by Harsha Harshasatsangh Magazine, Volume II www..com Photos by Joyce http://omshaantih.tripod.com/one/index.html Attachment: (image/jpeg) Copy of Maple Point Sunset 089_WEB.jpg [not stored] Attachment: (image/jpeg) Copy of Maple Point Sunset 049_WEB.jpg [not stored] Attachment: (image/jpeg) Copy of Maple Point Sunset 093_WEB.jpg [not stored] Attachment: [not stored] Attachment: (image/jpeg) 060103tex100_prv.jpg [not stored] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 28, 2003 Report Share Posted September 28, 2003 That's absolutely GREAT ,........ - Lady Joyce NondualitySalon ; Saturday, September 27, 2003 7:54 PM The Call of Love Long ago, I gazed into your eyes and then stopped breathingbut still survivednow day and night I only sighand dream of being in the midstof your enchanted company.The song of love that camefrom once your silent lipsfound quickly its true aimmesmerized my innocent heartwhich beat on still the samebut my legs went numband my tongue grew sweetwhen the fragrance of your skinmy loveenveloped me in its warm embrace. Come play with me I would sometimes saybut you always had it your wayhow glad I was to be your slavewith no power to make you stay... ....So, in my solitude contentwith love completely unspenttonight, like all the other nightsyou keep dancing in my dreams.Play hide and seeknot too much longerand risk this longinggrow even stronger.When people ask unashamedlywhy your love flees from meembarrassed and silent I staywhat honest answer could one makeand can you also say for surethat in choosing me as your loveryou have made some grave mistake?Pleasures and pains haunt me stillbut no one asks me when I willstop living on dreams of yesterdays,quietly lay down on the hilland slide into eternity.Nowhere to look, no lights arounddon't want to see any sights at allwith rhythm of your lullaby will comethe thunder of the soundless sound. I only miss you when you are gone.Not that I mind being alonebut having known your touchit’s too much to bear sometimesthat my heart has split in twolooking for the doorthat opens your mystery.My steps are faltering and unsurethis hard fought battle, although lostpains all the more; it was almost won.Walking through the desert drysipping water from miragesdoes help to pass the timebut I can't quenchmy thirst divine.It's hard to say whystaring at the blazing sunthe eyes now do not tryto see the cool moon and starsand what else hangsin the evening sky. Now, who can sayhow I get byand breathejust enough airto stay alive? Poetry by Harsha Harshasatsangh Magazine, Volume II www..com Photos by Joyce http://omshaantih.tripod.com/one/index.html Attachment: (image/jpeg) Copy of Maple Point Sunset 089_WEB.jpg [not stored] Attachment: (image/jpeg) Copy of Maple Point Sunset 049_WEB.jpg [not stored] Attachment: (image/jpeg) Copy of Maple Point Sunset 093_WEB.jpg [not stored] Attachment: (image/jpeg) 060103tex100_prv.jpg [not stored] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 29, 2003 Report Share Posted September 29, 2003 Dearest Lady Joy and Frederico, This is called Mahatsangha 'Association with the greatest' The sun is there outside and inside too. That is why the vedic seers in their worship chant: asu adityo Brahma this sun is verily Brahman ( literally,that which has no limits :brih 'limits' ma 'not') I fall prostrate and salute the noble heart of LADY JOY! What a beautiful name!What a beautiful soul!What a beautiful assemblage! Love the Love-er and that is what you saw in the picture and the poem!!! Yours in Sri Samkara Bhagavatpujyapada's love, chilukuri Bhuvaneswar On Sun, 28 Sep 2003 Frederico S. Gonzales wrote : > That's absolutely GREAT ,........ > > - > Lady Joyce > NondualitySalon ; > Saturday, September 27, 2003 7:54 PM > The Call of Love > > > > Long ago, I gazed into your eyes > and then stopped breathing > but still survived > now day and night I only sigh > and dream of being in the midst > of your enchanted company. > > The song of love that came > from once your silent lips > found quickly its true aim > mesmerized my innocent heart > which beat on still the same > but my legs went numb > and my tongue grew sweet > when the fragrance of your skin > my love > enveloped me in its warm embrace. > > Come play with me I would sometimes say > but you always had it your way > how glad I was to be your slave > with no power to make you stay... > > > > ...So, in my solitude content > with love completely unspent > tonight, like all the other nights > you keep dancing in my dreams. > > Play hide and seek > not too much longer > and risk this longing > grow even stronger. > When people ask unashamedly > why your love flees from me > embarrassed and silent I stay > what honest answer could one make > and can you also say for sure > that in choosing me as your lover > you have made some grave mistake? > > Pleasures and pains haunt me still > but no one asks me when I will > stop living on dreams of yesterdays, > quietly lay down on the hill > and slide into eternity. > Nowhere to look, no lights around > don't want to see any sights at all > with rhythm of your lullaby will come > the thunder of the soundless sound. > > > > I only miss you when you are gone. > Not that I mind being alone > but having known your touch > it’s too much to bear sometimes > that my heart has split in two > looking for the door > that opens your mystery. > My steps are faltering and unsure > this hard fought battle, although lost > pains all the more; it was almost won. > > Walking through the desert dry > sipping water from mirages > does help to pass the time > but I can't quench > my thirst divine. > It's hard to say why > staring at the blazing sun > the eyes now do not try > to see the cool moon and stars > and what else hangs > in the evening sky. > > > Now, who can say > how I get by > and breathe > just enough air > to stay alive? > > > Poetry by Harsha > > > Harshasatsangh Magazine, Volume II > www..com > > > > > > > > > Photos by Joyce > > http://omshaantih.tripod.com/one/index.html > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Sponsor > > > > > > /join > > > > > > "Love itself is the actual form of God." > > Sri Ramana > > In "Letters from Sri Ramanasramam" by Suri Nagamma > > > _ Art meets Anesthesia; Shefali Weds Dr. Raman. Rediff Matchmaker strikes another interesting match !! Visit http://matchmaker.rediff.com?1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 30, 2003 Report Share Posted September 30, 2003 Yahhooo!!!lady joy has captured some truly beautiful visions!!! On Sun, 28 Sep 2003 Frederico S. Gonzales wrote : > That's absolutely GREAT ,........ > > - > Lady Joyce > NondualitySalon ; > Saturday, September 27, 2003 7:54 PM > The Call of Love > > > > Long ago, I gazed into your eyes > and then stopped breathing > but still survived > now day and night I only sigh > and dream of being in the midst > of your enchanted company. > > The song of love that came > from once your silent lips > found quickly its true aim > mesmerized my innocent heart > which beat on still the same > but my legs went numb > and my tongue grew sweet > when the fragrance of your skin > my love > enveloped me in its warm embrace. > > Come play with me I would sometimes say > but you always had it your way > how glad I was to be your slave > with no power to make you stay... > > > > ...So, in my solitude content > with love completely unspent > tonight, like all the other nights > you keep dancing in my dreams. > > Play hide and seek > not too much longer > and risk this longing > grow even stronger. > When people ask unashamedly > why your love flees from me > embarrassed and silent I stay > what honest answer could one make > and can you also say for sure > that in choosing me as your lover > you have made some grave mistake? > > Pleasures and pains haunt me still > but no one asks me when I will > stop living on dreams of yesterdays, > quietly lay down on the hill > and slide into eternity. > Nowhere to look, no lights around > don't want to see any sights at all > with rhythm of your lullaby will come > the thunder of the soundless sound. > > > > I only miss you when you are gone. > Not that I mind being alone > but having known your touch > it’s too much to bear sometimes > that my heart has split in two > looking for the door > that opens your mystery. > My steps are faltering and unsure > this hard fought battle, although lost > pains all the more; it was almost won. > > Walking through the desert dry > sipping water from mirages > does help to pass the time > but I can't quench > my thirst divine. > It's hard to say why > staring at the blazing sun > the eyes now do not try > to see the cool moon and stars > and what else hangs > in the evening sky. > > > Now, who can say > how I get by > and breathe > just enough air > to stay alive? > > > Poetry by Harsha > > > Harshasatsangh Magazine, Volume II > www..com > > > > > > > > > Photos by Joyce > > http://omshaantih.tripod.com/one/index.html > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Sponsor > > > > > > /join > > > > > > "Love itself is the actual form of God." > > Sri Ramana > > In "Letters from Sri Ramanasramam" by Suri Nagamma > > > _ Art meets Anesthesia; Shefali Weds Dr. Raman. Rediff Matchmaker strikes another interesting match !! Visit http://matchmaker.rediff.com?1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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