Guest guest Posted August 22, 2006 Report Share Posted August 22, 2006 Is not This Is endless manifestations of Love? It is was and ever shall be. Then what could possibly be less or more? All is expression and modifications of Love, of This Is, ever rising like waves in an inward sea, flowing and receding an unknown landscape. We are the beauty of a rose having forgiven her own thorns. We are the simple dance of a white cloud touched by holy men and women having climbed a mountain called Arunachala. We are the glory of colours in the dying of leaves; the white stillness of snow under winter's footsteps. We are the rage of angels and the rainbows devas shower in their feathered aftermath. We are the cosmic dancer at once absolute nothingness and the sublimity of presence. We are the song of agony and ecstasy the wind sings as it pases through the silent mind. We are lost and we are found in the sacred temple of the Self, ever homeward bound, ever losing ourselves along the Way, redeemed for all time's sake, for the sake of all Beings. We are the death of life and the living dead. We are the light of awareness in the hearts of human darkness, the breast of milk and honey in the small acts of human kindness. We are the compassion of all Buddhas. We are the sword and the hand. What more can be said than this? We are the length, breadth, height and depth of Love encircling the world and every war created with words, even to the end of all that is near and all this is distant; we give life, we live and die, ever reborn in 10,000 realms of all heavens and hells, to ask the only question we can never ever answer: Who am I? YIL, Anna 8/20/06 ------------------------- "Modifications of Love?" Perhaps so, once the mental combine Has had it's way with it. Beheading waves of grain Separating wheat from chaff Valuing one, discarding the other. The miracle of this wondrous invention Is it's relentless drive To split one into two. Then to seek wholeness Among the carnage. And another miracle No less astounding As Love's ineffable Singularity Touches mind's duplicity And Love is split asunder, Though Love be honored, Fear is given birth. To paint Love with the mind Is an error borne of fear For something is given life To act as the canvass On which it must be painted. Phil (Greetings, dear Anna) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 26, 2006 Report Share Posted August 26, 2006 , ADHHUB wrote: > ------------------------- > > "Modifications of Love?" > Perhaps so, once the mental combine > Has had it's way with it. > Beheading waves of grain > Separating wheat from chaff > Valuing one, discarding the other. > > The miracle of this wondrous invention > Is it's relentless drive > To split one into two. > Then to seek wholeness > Among the carnage. > > And another miracle > No less astounding > As Love's ineffable Singularity > Touches mind's duplicity > And Love is split asunder, > Though Love be honored, > Fear is given birth. > > To paint Love with the mind > Is an error borne of fear > For something is given life > To act as the canvass > On which it must be painted. > > Phil incidentally, this was posted on another group: love fears no fear. no terror and no threat however horrifying has the power to extinguish love or to drive it away. love is in spite of and not because. yosy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 26, 2006 Report Share Posted August 26, 2006 In a message dated 8/25/2006 5:49:47 P.M. Pacific Daylight Time, yosyflug (AT) isdn (DOT) net.il writes: , ADHHUB wrote: > ------------------------- > > "Modifications of Love?" > Perhaps so, once the mental combine > Has had it's way with it. > Beheading waves of grain > Separating wheat from chaff > Valuing one, discarding the other. > > The miracle of this wondrous invention > Is it's relentless drive > To split one into two. > Then to seek wholeness > Among the carnage. > > And another miracle > No less astounding > As Love's ineffable Singularity > Touches mind's duplicity > And Love is split asunder, > Though Love be honored, > Fear is given birth. > > To paint Love with the mind > Is an error borne of fear > For something is given life > To act as the canvass > On which it must be painted. > > Phil incidentally, this was posted on another group: love fears no fear. no terror and no threat however horrifying has the power to extinguish love or to drive it away. love is in spite of and not because. yosy That's nice. Thanks. Unconditional love, it occurs to me, is a phrase that gets used liberally in spiritual circles, and yet from within illusion, love is as fragile as the devotions of lovers, drawn in the sand at low tide. I love you unconditionally, but with one eye watching that you don't harm my family or disrespect my Satsangh, because my love is a fraud; a reflection of Love. This Love that we sometimes imagine we possess, actually possesses us. The creative force of the universe follows no rules, has no master and bows to none. I find it serves me to remind myself, I know nothing of love. To know that much, is to at least smell it's fragrance in the air. Phil Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 27, 2006 Report Share Posted August 27, 2006 , ADHHUB wrote: > > > In a message dated 8/25/2006 5:49:47 P.M. Pacific Daylight Time, > yosyflug writes: > > , ADHHUB@ wrote: > > ------------------------- > > > > "Modifications of Love?" > > Perhaps so, once the mental combine > > Has had it's way with it. > > Beheading waves of grain > > Separating wheat from chaff > > Valuing one, discarding the other. > > > > The miracle of this wondrous invention > > Is it's relentless drive > > To split one into two. > > Then to seek wholeness > > Among the carnage. > > > > And another miracle > > No less astounding > > As Love's ineffable Singularity > > Touches mind's duplicity > > And Love is split asunder, > > Though Love be honored, > > Fear is given birth. > > > > To paint Love with the mind > > Is an error borne of fear > > For something is given life > > To act as the canvass > > On which it must be painted. > > > > Phil > > > incidentally, this was posted on another > group: > > > love > fears no fear. > no terror and no threat > however horrifying > has the power > to extinguish love > or to drive it away. > love is > in spite of > and not > because. > > yosy > > > > That's nice. Thanks. > Unconditional love, it occurs to me, is a phrase that gets used liberally in > spiritual circles, and yet from within illusion, love is as fragile as the > devotions of lovers, drawn in the sand at low tide. I love you > unconditionally, but with one eye watching that you don't harm my family or disrespect my > Satsangh, because my love is a fraud; a reflection of Love. This Love that we > sometimes imagine we possess, actually possesses us. The creative force of the > universe follows no rules, has no master and bows to none. I find it serves > me to remind myself, I know nothing of love. To know that much, is to at > least smell it's fragrance in the air. > > > Phil > this reminded me something written long ago which may be relevant. it is called "heart": oh my beloved when your love hit me my heart couldn't contain it and exploded! now i find it everywhere i turn since then i have no heart… but the Heart has all of me @}->'->,-- yosy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 27, 2006 Report Share Posted August 27, 2006 In a message dated 8/26/2006 7:13:37 P.M. Pacific Daylight Time, yosyflug (AT) isdn (DOT) net.il writes: , ADHHUB wrote: > > > In a message dated 8/25/2006 5:49:47 P.M. Pacific Daylight Time, > yosyflug writes: > > , ADHHUB@ wrote: > > ------------------------- > > > > "Modifications of Love?" > > Perhaps so, once the mental combine > > Has had it's way with it. > > Beheading waves of grain > > Separating wheat from chaff > > Valuing one, discarding the other. > > > > The miracle of this wondrous invention > > Is it's relentless drive > > To split one into two. > > Then to seek wholeness > > Among the carnage. > > > > And another miracle > > No less astounding > > As Love's ineffable Singularity > > Touches mind's duplicity > > And Love is split asunder, > > Though Love be honored, > > Fear is given birth. > > > > To paint Love with the mind > > Is an error borne of fear > > For something is given life > > To act as the canvass > > On which it must be painted. > > > > Phil > > > incidentally, this was posted on another > group: > > > love > fears no fear. > no terror and no threat > however horrifying > has the power > to extinguish love > or to drive it away. > love is > in spite of > and not > because. > > yosy > > > > That's nice. Thanks. > Unconditional love, it occurs to me, is a phrase that gets used liberally in > spiritual circles, and yet from within illusion, love is as fragile as the > devotions of lovers, drawn in the sand at low tide. I love you > unconditionally, but with one eye watching that you don't harm my family or disrespect my > Satsangh, because my love is a fraud; a reflection of Love. This Love that we > sometimes imagine we possess, actually possesses us. The creative force of the > universe follows no rules, has no master and bows to none. I find it serves > me to remind myself, I know nothing of love. To know that much, is to at > least smell it's fragrance in the air. > > > Phil > this reminded me something written long ago which may be relevant. it is called "heart": oh my beloved when your love hit me my heart couldn't contain it and exploded! now i find it everywhere i turn since then i have no heart… but the Heart has all of me @}->'->,-- yosy Eggzakly! Until Love is known to be thySelf, it is thy master. Not given or taken, but merely surrendered to. Phil Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 27, 2006 Report Share Posted August 27, 2006 , ADHHUB wrote: > > > In a message dated 8/26/2006 7:13:37 P.M. Pacific Daylight Time, > yosyflug writes: > > , ADHHUB@ wrote: > > > > > > In a message dated 8/25/2006 5:49:47 P.M. Pacific Daylight Time, > > yosyflug@ writes: > > > > , ADHHUB@ wrote: > > > ------------------------- > > > > > > "Modifications of Love?" > > > Perhaps so, once the mental combine > > > Has had it's way with it. > > > Beheading waves of grain > > > Separating wheat from chaff > > > Valuing one, discarding the other. > > > > > > The miracle of this wondrous invention > > > Is it's relentless drive > > > To split one into two. > > > Then to seek wholeness > > > Among the carnage. > > > > > > And another miracle > > > No less astounding > > > As Love's ineffable Singularity > > > Touches mind's duplicity > > > And Love is split asunder, > > > Though Love be honored, > > > Fear is given birth. > > > > > > To paint Love with the mind > > > Is an error borne of fear > > > For something is given life > > > To act as the canvass > > > On which it must be painted. > > > > > > Phil > > > > > > incidentally, this was posted on another > > group: > > > > > > love > > fears no fear. > > no terror and no threat > > however horrifying > > has the power > > to extinguish love > > or to drive it away. > > love is > > in spite of > > and not > > because. > > > > yosy > > > > > > > > That's nice. Thanks. > > Unconditional love, it occurs to me, is a phrase that gets used > liberally in > > spiritual circles, and yet from within illusion, love is as > fragile as the > > devotions of lovers, drawn in the sand at low tide. I love you > > unconditionally, but with one eye watching that you don't harm my > family or disrespect my > > Satsangh, because my love is a fraud; a reflection of Love. This > Love that we > > sometimes imagine we possess, actually possesses us. The creative > force of the > > universe follows no rules, has no master and bows to none. I find > it serves > > me to remind myself, I know nothing of love. To know that much, is > to at > > least smell it's fragrance in the air. > > > > > > Phil > > > > > this reminded me something written long ago > which may be relevant. it is called "heart": > > oh my beloved > when > your love hit me > my heart > couldn't contain it > and > exploded! > > now > i find it > everywhere > i turn > > since then > i have no heart… > but > the Heart > has > all > of > me > > @}->'->,-- > yosy > > > > > > Eggzakly! > Until Love is known to be thySelf, it is thy master. Not given or taken, but > merely surrendered to. > > Phil > (act u all y love is nothing that has been seen before....) my broken heart is empty how can the cracked vessel hold anything? Anna Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 28, 2006 Report Share Posted August 28, 2006 anabebe57 wrote: > my broken heart > is empty > how can the cracked vessel > hold anything? Love is a field, encompassing like the sea, where at the bottom even a cracked vase is filled... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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