Guest guest Posted December 22, 2003 Report Share Posted December 22, 2003 I used to waaay have, and I have not yet, given in to smirky smirkage over a new advent of the repent of the devil of poetry prong-forkin’ me to (teehee)… “Put out in song and spout, the clever cosmic-clout concealed, congealed in the rubber snouted “Pig*” prodigal, mask’d Mystery-Critter revealed to be… Me. Me in Mazie-Model #zzZZ-0OMmm, ‘cypherin’ God. God, how I Love! A Love Pig, Me... *Pig PIG "Isn’t it strange How we move our lives for another day Like skipping a beat What if a great wave should wash us all away Just thinking out loud Don’t mean to dwell on this dying thing But looking at blood It’s alive right now Deep and sweet within Pouring through our veins Intoxicate moving wine to tears Drinking it deep Then an evening spent dancing It’s you and me This love will open our world >From the dark side we can see a glow of something bright There’s much more than we see here Don’t burn the day away Is this not enough This blessed sip of life Is it not enough Staring down at the ground Oh then complain and pray more from above Greedy little pig Stop just watch your world trickle away Oh it’s your problem now It’ll all be dead and gone in a few short years Just love will open our eyes Just love will put the hope in our minds Much more than we could ever know Don’t burn the day away Come sister My brother Shake up your bones shake up your feet I’m saying open up And let the rain come pouring in Wash out this tired notion That the best is yet to come Burt while you’re dancing on the ground Don’t think of when you’re gone Love! Love!—what more is there? We need the light of love in here Don’t beat your head Dry your eyes Let the love in there There are bad times But that’s ok Just look for love in it Don’t burn the day away Look Here are we On this starry night staring into space And I must say I feel as small as dust Lying down here What point could there be troubling Head down wondering what will become of me Why concern we cannot see But no reason to abandon it Thim is short but that’s all right Maybe I’ll go in the middle of the night Take you hands from your eyes, my love Everything must end some time Don’t burn the day away Come sister My brother Shake up your bones shake up your feet I’m saying open up And let the rain come flooding in Wash out this tired notion That the best is yet to come But while you’re dancing on the ground Don’t think of when you’re gone Love! Love!—what more is there? We need the light of love in here Don’t beat your head Dry your eyes Let the love in there There are bad times But that’s ok Just look for love in it" ~Dave Matthews Band ~ image from http://www.baxtersjewellers.com LoveAlways, Mazie Make your home warm and cozy this winter with tips from MSN House &; Home. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 22, 2003 Report Share Posted December 22, 2003 Love that pig.. One of the sweetest things I ever saw was three little pigs excited about the visitors trying to get through a door only big enough for two at the same time. They'd rush forward, get jammed up, back up, rush forward again, and so on,, they figured it out by about the fourth try. Thanks as always for your posts. Sam - Mazie Lane Monday, December 22, 2003 4:08 PM Love Pig I used to waaay have, and I have not yet, given in to smirky smirkage over a new advent of the repent of the devil of poetry prong-forkin’ me to (teehee)… “Put out in song and spout, the clever cosmic-clout concealed, congealed in the rubber snouted “Pig*” prodigal, mask’d Mystery-Critter revealed to be… Me. Me in Mazie-Model #zzZZ-0OMmm, ‘cypherin’ God. God, how I Love! A Love Pig, Me... *Pig PIG "Isn’t it strange How we move our lives for another day Like skipping a beat What if a great wave should wash us all away Just thinking out loud Don’t mean to dwell on this dying thing But looking at blood It’s alive right now Deep and sweet within Pouring through our veins Intoxicate moving wine to tears Drinking it deep Then an evening spent dancing It’s you and me This love will open our world >From the dark side we can see a glow of something bright There’s much more than we see here Don’t burn the day away Is this not enough This blessed sip of life Is it not enough Staring down at the ground Oh then complain and pray more from above Greedy little pig Stop just watch your world trickle away Oh it’s your problem now It’ll all be dead and gone in a few short years Just love will open our eyes Just love will put the hope in our minds Much more than we could ever know Don’t burn the day away Come sister My brother Shake up your bones shake up your feet I’m saying open up And let the rain come pouring in Wash out this tired notion That the best is yet to come Burt while you’re dancing on the ground Don’t think of when you’re gone Love! Love!—what more is there? We need the light of love in here Don’t beat your head Dry your eyes Let the love in there There are bad times But that’s ok Just look for love in it Don’t burn the day away Look Here are we On this starry night staring into space And I must say I feel as small as dust Lying down here What point could there be troubling Head down wondering what will become of me Why concern we cannot see But no reason to abandon it Thim is short but that’s all right Maybe I’ll go in the middle of the night Take you hands from your eyes, my love Everything must end some time Don’t burn the day away Come sister My brother Shake up your bones shake up your feet I’m saying open up And let the rain come flooding in Wash out this tired notion That the best is yet to come But while you’re dancing on the ground Don’t think of when you’re gone Love! Love!—what more is there? We need the light of love in here Don’t beat your head Dry your eyes Let the love in there There are bad times But that’s ok Just look for love in it" ~Dave Matthews Band ~ image from http://www.baxtersjewellers.com LoveAlways, Mazie Make your home warm and cozy this winter with tips from MSN House & Home. /join "Love itself is the actual form of God."Sri RamanaIn "Letters from Sri Ramanasramam" by Suri Nagamma To visit your group on the web, go to:/ To from this group, send an email to: Your use of Groups is subject to the Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 22, 2003 Report Share Posted December 22, 2003 Love that pig.. One of the sweetest things I ever saw was three little pigs excited about the visitors trying to get through a door only big enough for two at the same time. They'd rush forward, get jammed up, back up, rush forward again, and so on,, they figured it out by about the fourth try. Thanks as always for your posts. Sam Dear Sam, Pigs, such wonderful creatures! Hogs, gigantic hogs too, they’ve had their story-line in my story-lined little life. Here’s three things about pigs that fascinate me… Have you ever felt their snouts? They are entirely rubbery feeling, like a spongy, wonderful eraser on a fine face with fine form, hooves and curly-gigged tail, these criaturas so cute, so kind and so intelligent too. My eldest sister and her husband used to raise pigs, my uncles raised pigs and my neighbors raised pigs. I grew up around pigs and hogs, (and horses and goats and chickens.) The litters of the babies were just as you said Sam, in my fond recollections as well. All trying to spill at once through small openings, and those squeals…eewwwiee, can they squeal…like a pig nonetheless. Speaking of pigs and squealing, what was my mother and father thinking when they named me “Mazie Sue…” Sheesh! A hog-calling name if ever I heard one! “Maaazzziiee Suuuuuuuue! Get on in to supper, child!” Clowns. When I was about seven years old I had an experience that left me with a great fear for some time, years in fact. I became very wary of hogs after this incident. My younger cousin was visiting me. She and I walked to the end of our very long gravel-covered driveway to play near the creek, only to be met by a herd of escaped swine sauntering across the road and the vineyard towards us. At first I was thrilled and excited for I had no fear of these fellows yet. But it all changed in an instant. The entire herd of about ten hogs, (it seemed like thousands) came charging and snorting, shrieking towards her and I. She screamed and I panicked and started running, only to realize that I could not leave my little cousin behind, for she couldn’t run nearly as fast as I could. I pulled up, grabbed her hand and tore off like the devil himself (which I was luckily not indoctrinated into that belief system) and I remember looking back over my shoulder and seeing this wild-eyed beast-filled image bearing down on us. I was simply terrified. How we made it home and avoided the assault, or what appeared to be an imminent assault upon our bodies, I will never know. But we did. Years later when I was about twenty-five, I had a dream of this experience. I was running, frightened and sweating, just barely out of the reach of the hogs, but the thing that was my greatest concern and fear was that I was somehow not going to be able to protect my younger cousin because I was so afraid that I just wanted to run full-out, unhindered by duty to anyone but myself, and leave her eating dust. I could not do it and my terror mounted as the hogs grew ever-closer. Then, from in the distance coming over the long and high hill road, I spied a silver-gray car coming along, and I could not take my eyes off of it. Time stopped. The car pulled up across from me and my cousin and the hogs, all of us transfixed and motionless. The door opened and there sat my Blessed Guruji, his eyes like quicksilver, Love emanating from Him like liquid Light, looking directly at me. Everything became still and silent. There was only he and I and the Love flowing without flowing actually. In that moment, the fear ceased and I knew that nothing could ever harm me, nothing could ever be less than the Love That We Are, this moment, this “that moment then,” and the Friend lifted me on and in That Love-Lighted Being Whom Loves me beyond the farthest reaches of my imagination. Self-Illumination…Not-Two…OneHeart. Aaaahhh…Grace, ever-flowing, ever-present, always accessible… Grace by the Guru’s Glance. Sri Ramana has spoken of this and his disciples and devotes have said the same thing. Grace by the Guru’s Glance. Here, Sri Ramana addresses “fear” - “What fear? It is only a thought. If there is anything besides the Self there is reason to fear. Who sees the second (anything external)? First the ego arises and sees objects as external. If the ego does not rise, the Self alone exists and there is no second (nothing external). For anything external to oneself implies the seer within. Seeking it there will arise no doubt, no fear -- not only fear, all other thoughts centered round the ego will disappear along with it. ~Ramana Maharshi LoveAlways, Mazie - Mazie Lane Monday, December 22, 2003 4:08 PM Love Pig I used to waaay have, and I have not yet, given in to smirky smirkage over a new advent of the repent of the devil of poetry prong-forkin’ me to (teehee)… “Put out in song and spout, the clever cosmic-clout concealed, congealed in the rubber snouted “Pig*” prodigal, mask’d Mystery-Critter revealed to be… Me. Me in Mazie-Model #zzZZ-0OMmm, ‘cypherin’ God. God, how I Love! A Love Pig, Me... It’s our best dial-up Internet access offer: 6 months @$9.95/month. Get it now! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 22, 2003 Report Share Posted December 22, 2003 Thank you for this glimpse into your life and being Mazie.. It's one of those days, everything is making me cry ( a little dancing too). Wish it were not so inconvenient to send pictures right now. Will something for you soon. LOL, Sam - Mazie Lane Monday, December 22, 2003 5:05 PM Re: Love Pig Love that pig.. One of the sweetest things I ever saw was three little pigs excited about the visitors trying to get through a door only big enough for two at the same time. They'd rush forward, get jammed up, back up, rush forward again, and so on,, they figured it out by about the fourth try. Thanks as always for your posts. Sam Dear Sam, Pigs, such wonderful creatures! Hogs, gigantic hogs too, they’ve had their story-line in my story-lined little life. Here’s three things about pigs that fascinate me… Have you ever felt their snouts? They are entirely rubbery feeling, like a spongy, wonderful eraser on a fine face with fine form, hooves and curly-gigged tail, these criaturas so cute, so kind and so intelligent too. My eldest sister and her husband used to raise pigs, my uncles raised pigs and my neighbors raised pigs. I grew up around pigs and hogs, (and horses and goats and chickens.) The litters of the babies were just as you said Sam, in my fond recollections as well. All trying to spill at once through small openings, and those squeals…eewwwiee, can they squeal…like a pig nonetheless. Speaking of pigs and squealing, what was my mother and father thinking when they named me “Mazie Sue…” Sheesh! A hog-calling name if ever I heard one! “Maaazzziiee Suuuuuuuue! Get on in to supper, child!” Clowns. When I was about seven years old I had an experience that left me with a great fear for some time, years in fact. I became very wary of hogs after this incident. My younger cousin was visiting me. She and I walked to the end of our very long gravel-covered driveway to play near the creek, only to be met by a herd of escaped swine sauntering across the road and the vineyard towards us. At first I was thrilled and excited for I had no fear of these fellows yet. But it all changed in an instant. The entire herd of about ten hogs, (it seemed like thousands) came charging and snorting, shrieking towards her and I. She screamed and I panicked and started running, only to realize that I could not leave my little cousin behind, for she couldn’t run nearly as fast as I could. I pulled up, grabbed her hand and tore off like the devil himself (which I was luckily not indoctrinated into that belief syst Years later when I was about twenty-five, I had a dream of this experience. I was running, frightened and sweating, just barely out of the reach of the hogs, but the thing that was my greatest concern and fear was that I was somehow not going to be able to protect my younger cousin because I was so afraid that I just wanted to run full-out, unhindered by duty to anyone but myself, and leave her eating dust. I could not do it and my terror mounted as the hogs grew ever-closer. Then, from in the distance coming over the long and high hill road, I spied a silver-gray car coming along, and I could not take my eyes off of it. Time stopped. The car pulled up across from me and my cousin and the hogs, all of us transfixed and motionless. The door opened and there sat my Blessed Guruji, his eyes like quicksilver, Love emanating from Him like liquid Light, looking directly at me. Everything became still and silent. There was only he and I and the Love flowing without flowing actually. In that moment, the fear ceased and I knew that nothing could ever harm me, nothing could ever be less than the Love That We Are, this moment, this “that moment then,” and the Friend lifted me on and in That Love-Lighted Being Whom Loves me beyond the farthest reaches of my imagination. Self-Illumination…Not-Two…OneHeart. Aaaahhh…Grace, ever-flowing, ever-present, always accessible… Grace by the Guru’s Glance. Sri Ramana has spoken of this and his disciples and devotes have said the same thing. Grace by the Guru’s Glance. Here, Sri Ramana addresses “fear” - “What fear? It is only a thought. If there is anything besides the Self there is reason to fear. Who sees the second (anything external)? First the ego arises and sees objects as external. If the ego does not rise, the Self alone exists and there is no second (nothing external). For anything external to oneself implies the seer within. Seeking it there will arise no doubt, no fear -- not only fear, all other thoughts centered round the ego will disappear along with it. ~Ramana Maharshi LoveAlways, Mazie - Mazie Lane Monday, December 22, 2003 4:08 PM Love Pig I used to waaay have, and I have not yet, given in to smirky smirkage over a new advent of the repent of the devil of poetry prong-forkin’ me to (teehee)… “Put out in song and spout, the clever cosmic-clout concealed, congealed in the rubber snouted “Pig*” prodigal, mask’d Mystery-Critter revealed to be… Me. Me in Mazie-Model #zzZZ-0OMmm, ‘cypherin’ God. God, how I Love! A Love Pig, Me... It’s our best dial-up Internet access offer: 6 months @$9.95/month. Get it now! /join "Love itself is the actual form of God."Sri RamanaIn "Letters from Sri Ramanasramam" by Suri Nagamma To visit your group on the web, go to:/ To from this group, send an email to: Your use of Groups is subject to the Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 22, 2003 Report Share Posted December 22, 2003 Thank you for this glimpse into your life and being Mazie.. It's one of those days, everything is making me cry ( a little dancing too). Wish it were not so inconvenient to send pictures right now. Will something for you soon. LOL, Sam Dearest Sam, I forgot to mention the words that were exchanged from Guruji's mind to my mind... He "said," without words - "I Am with You always." God is Gracious. He is Playing with us, SabuSamsan... LoveAlways, Mazie Pigs, such wonderful creatures! Hogs, gigantic hogs too, they’ve had their story-line in my story-lined little life. Here’s three things about pigs that fascinate me… Have you ever felt their snouts? They are entirely rubbery feeling, like a spongy, wonderful eraser on a fine face with fine form, hooves and curly-gigged tail, these criaturas so cute, so kind and so intelligent too. My eldest sister and her husband used to raise pigs, my uncles raised pigs and my neighbors raised pigs. I grew up around pigs and hogs, (and horses and goats and chickens.) The litters of the babies were just as you said Sam, in my fond recollections as well. All trying to spill at once through small openings, and those squeals…eewwwiee, can they squeal…like a pig nonetheless. Speaking of pigs and squealing, what was my mother and father thinking when they named me “Mazie Sue…” Sheesh! A hog-calling name if ever I heard one! “Maaazzziiee Suuuuuuuue! Get on in to supper, child!” Clowns. When I was about seven years old I had an experience that left me with a great fear for some time, years in fact. I became very wary of hogs after this incident. My younger cousin was visiting me. She and I walked to the end of our very long gravel-covered driveway to play near the creek, only to be met by a herd of escaped swine sauntering across the road and the vineyard towards us. At first I was thrilled and excited for I had no fear of these fellows yet. But it all changed in an instant. The entire herd of about ten hogs, (it seemed like thousands) came charging and snorting, shrieking towards her and I. She screamed and I panicked and started running, only to realize that I could not leave my little cousin behind, for she couldn’t run nearly as fast as I could. I pulled up, grabbed her hand and tore off like the devil himself (which I was luckily not indoctrinated into that belief system) and I remember looking back over my shoulder and seeing this wild-eyed beast-filled image bearing down on us. I was simply terrified. How we made it home and avoided the assault, or what appeared to be an imminent assault upon our bodies, I will never know. But we did. Years later when I was about twenty-five, I had a dream of this experience. I was running, frightened and sweating, just barely out of the reach of the hogs, but the thing that was my greatest concern and fear was that I was somehow not going to be able to protect my younger cousin because I was so afraid that I just wanted to run full-out, unhindered by duty to anyone but myself, and leave her eating dust. I could not do it and my terror mounted as the hogs came ever-closer. Then, from in the distance coming over the long and high hill road, I spied a silver-gray car coming along, and I could not take my eyes off of it. Time stopped. The car pulled up across from me and my cousin and the hogs, all of us transfixed and motionless. The door opened and there sat my Blessed Guruji, his eyes like quicksilver, Love emanating from Him like liquid Light, looking directly at me. Everything became still and silent. There was only he and I and the Love flowing without flowing actually. In that moment, the fear ceased and I knew that nothing could ever harm me, nothing could ever be less than the Love That We Are, this moment, this “that moment then,” and the Friend lifted me on and in That Love-Lighted Being Whom Loves me beyond the farthest reaches of my imagination. Self-Illumination…Not-Two…OneHeart. Aaaahhh…Grace, ever-flowing, ever-present, always accessible… Grace by the Guru’s Glance. Sri Ramana has spoken of this and his disciples and devotes have said the same thing. Grace by the Guru’s Glance. Here, Sri Ramana addresses “fear”: “What fear? It is only a thought. If there is anything besides the Self there is reason to fear. Who sees the second (anything external)? First the ego arises and sees objects as external. If the ego does not rise, the Self alone exists and there is no second (nothing external). For anything external to oneself implies the seer within. Seeking it there will arise no doubt, no fear -- not only fear, all other thoughts centered round the ego will disappear along with it. ~ Ramana Maharshi LoveAlways, Mazie, Love-Pig, Night-Shroom Zoomin' & Bloomin' ... Two-Not-Two I used to waaay have, and I have not yet, given in to smirky smirkage over a new advent of the repent of the devil of poetry prong-forkin’ me to (teehee)… “Put out in song and spout, the clever cosmic-clout concealed, congealed in the rubber snouted “Pig*” prodigal, mask’d Mystery-Critter revealed to be… Me. Me in Mazie-Model #zzZZ-0OMmm, ‘cypherin’ God. God, how I Love! A Love Pig, Me... Check your PC for viruses with the FREE McAfee online computer scan. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 22, 2003 Report Share Posted December 22, 2003 A classmate of mine came from a farm just next to the school. They grew potatoes and had a lot of pigs. The big hogs were in the garden and if we wanted apples we had to run to the appletrees and climb as fast as we could. All of them would come and stand below the trees. So we had to fill our pockets with apples and throw them in all directions to get out. I once heard that this pigs head thing at christmas actually was a part of the pre christian custom. Today at solstice there was 'Vinter blot', Winter blood. Alan - Mazie Lane Monday, December 22, 2003 5:05 PM Re: Love Pig Love that pig.. One of the sweetest things I ever saw was three little pigs excited about the visitors trying to get through a door only big enough for two at the same time. They'd rush forward, get jammed up, back up, rush forward again, and so on,, they figured it out by about the fourth try. Thanks as always for your posts. Sam Dear Sam, Pigs, such wonderful creatures! Hogs, gigantic hogs too, they’ve had their story-line in my story-lined little life. Here’s three things about pigs that fascinate me… Have you ever felt their snouts? They are entirely rubbery feeling, like a spongy, wonderful eraser on a fine face with fine form, hooves and curly-gigged tail, these criaturas so cute, so kind and so intelligent too. My eldest sister and her husband used to raise pigs, my uncles raised pigs and my neighbors raised pigs. I grew up around pigs and hogs, (and horses and goats and chickens.) The litters of the babies were just as you said Sam, in my fond recollections as well. All trying to spill at once through small openings, and those squeals…eewwwiee, can they squeal…like a pig nonetheless. Speaking of pigs and squealing, what was my mother and father thinking when they named me “Mazie Sue…” Sheesh! A hog-calling name if ever I heard one! “Maaazzziiee Suuuuuuuue! Get on in to supper, child!” Clowns. When I was about seven years old I had an experience that left me with a great fear for some time, years in fact. I became very wary of hogs after this incident. My younger cousin was visiting me. She and I walked to the end of our very long gravel-covered driveway to play near the creek, only to be met by a herd of escaped swine sauntering across the road and the vineyard towards us. At first I was thrilled and excited for I had no fear of these fellows yet. But it all changed in an instant. The entire herd of about ten hogs, (it seemed like thousands) came charging and snorting, shrieking towards her and I. She screamed and I panicked and started running, only to realize that I could not leave my little cousin behind, for she couldn’t run nearly as fast as I could. I pulled up, grabbed her hand and tore off like the devil himself (which I was luckily not indoctrinated into that belief system) and I remember looking back over my shoulder and seeing this wild-eyed beast-filled image bearing down on us. I was simply terrified. How we made it home and avoided the assault, or what appeared to be an imminent assault upon our bodies, I will never know. But we did. Years later when I was about twenty-five, I had a dream of this experience. I was running, frightened and sweating, just barely out of the reach of the hogs, but the thing that was my greatest concern and fear was that I was somehow not going to be able to protect my younger cousin because I was so afraid that I just wanted to run full-out, unhindered by duty to anyone but myself, and leave her eating dust. I could not do it and my terror mounted as the hogs grew ever-closer. Then, from in the distance coming over the long and high hill road, I spied a silver-gray car coming along, and I could not take my eyes off of it. Time stopped. The car pulled up across from me and my cousin and the hogs, all of us transfixed and motionless. The door opened and there sat my Blessed Guruji, his eyes like quicksilver, Love emanating from Him like liquid Light, looking directly at me. Everything became still and silent. There was only he and I and the Love flowing without flowing actually. In that moment, the fear ceased and I knew that nothing could ever harm me, nothing could ever be less than the Love That We Are, this moment, this “that moment then,” and the Friend lifted me on and in That Love-Lighted Being Whom Loves me beyond the farthest reaches of my imagination. Self-Illumination…Not-Two…OneHeart. Aaaahhh…Grace, ever-flowing, ever-present, always accessible… Grace by the Guru’s Glance. Sri Ramana has spoken of this and his disciples and devotes have said the same thing. Grace by the Guru’s Glance. Here, Sri Ramana addresses “fear” - “What fear? It is only a thought. If there is anything besides the Self there is reason to fear. Who sees the second (anything external)? First the ego arises and sees objects as external. If the ego does not rise, the Self alone exists and there is no second (nothing external). For anything external to oneself implies the seer within. Seeking it there will arise no doubt, no fear -- not only fear, all other thoughts centered round the ego will disappear along with it. ~Ramana Maharshi LoveAlways, Mazie - Mazie Lane Monday, December 22, 2003 4:08 PM Love Pig I used to waaay have, and I have not yet, given in to smirky smirkage over a new advent of the repent of the devil of poetry prong-forkin’ me to (teehee)… “Put out in song and spout, the clever cosmic-clout concealed, congealed in the rubber snouted “Pig*” prodigal, mask’d Mystery-Critter revealed to be… Me. Me in Mazie-Model #zzZZ-0OMmm, ‘cypherin’ God. God, how I Love! A Love Pig, Me... It’s our best dial-up Internet access offer: 6 months @$9.95/month. Get it now! /join "Love itself is the actual form of God."Sri RamanaIn "Letters from Sri Ramanasramam" by Suri Nagamma To visit your group on the web, go to:/ To from this group, send an email to: Your use of Groups is subject to the Attachment: (image/jpeg) Pigs_Head.JPG [not stored] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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