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, souldreamone wrote:

>

> In a message dated 10/29/2006 4:58:44 PM Eastern Standard Time,

> yosyflug writes:

> , souldreamone@ wrote:

> >

> >

> > One of my favorites:

> >

> >

> > _The Wonder of It All_ (http://wonderofitall.com/)

> >

> >

> >

> >

> > In a message dated 10/29/2006 7:22:37 A.M. Pacific Standard

Time,

> > josongeorge5@ writes:

> >

> > The Wonder of It All

> > by Ralph Marston

> >

> > Do you ever wonder

> > At the wonder of it all?

> >

> > Do you ever stand in awe

> > of the tiniest things

> > and how perfectly they work together?

>

>

> <courtesy snip>

>

> :) incidentally, yesterday we were sitting in

> my favorite cafe, and the talk got around to

> miracles. i recalled how one day at school i

> was hit by the amazing wonder that i just will -

> and my hand opens, closes, holds the pen, obeys

> my wish and forms tiniest movements and marks...

> no one succeeded to explain me how this miracle

> works, to this day. and thankfully, this feeling

> of wonder has stayed with me since...

>

> there are no miracles. this amazing and wonderful

> cration is one all containing miracle, and in it

> everything is possible.

>

> yosy

> Thanks for that glimpse. Albert Einstein said something

like, 'Either nothing

> is a miracle, or everything is a miracle'. I'm thinking about one

fourth of

> July a few years ago with the most spectacular sunset I've ever

seen. My friend

> and I sat and watched in awe at the spectacle of constantly

changing colors

> covering the sky from horizon to horizon, as if God was

saying, 'Okay, see if

> you can beat that!' We mostly yawned through the fireworks show

that followed.

>

> This morning, I was reading a post on another list (Prolly getting

myself

> into trouble here) who sees "indifference" as the transcending of

dualities. The

> thought has been running through my mind all day that this is not

my

> experience. The less I struggle with the world, the more beauty and

wonder I see; the

> more compassion and joy I feel, and the more the simplest things

bring me to

> Godtears. If I'm not doing it 'right', then so be it. I love Truth,

and I seek

> Love, Joy and Peace. I figure if I can't find it right in front of

me, where am

> I ever going to find it?

>

> (Sorry for the rambling.)

>

> Phil

>

 

 

 

:) thank you, phil... this insight of yours

brought to my memory:

 

Nightfall at the seashore

 

Black strokes

Of lazy waves

On peachy luminescence

Bordering the purple

Darkening sky

Pierced sparsely

By waking up stars….

Beloved,

O beloved!

Were it only

To behold

This wink of your beauty

It is worth

To be alive.

 

 

--'<-,<-{@

yosy

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In a message dated 10/30/2006 5:40:58 AM Eastern Standard Time,

yosyflug (AT) isdn (DOT) net.il writes:

 

:) thank you, phil... this insight of yours

brought to my memory:

 

Nightfall at the seashore

 

Black strokes

Of lazy waves

On peachy luminescence

Bordering the purple

Darkening sky

Pierced sparsely

By waking up stars….

Beloved,

O beloved!

Were it only

To behold

This wink of your beauty

It is worth

To be alive.

 

 

--'<-,<-{@

yosy

Nice. :)

In honor of that moment:

 

A Moment

 

Just for a moment

Leave the smallness behind.

Smallness is an open grave

That begs you, 'come hither'.

Smallness is a prison cell

Where meals are delivered on time.

 

The Earth rolls out a carpet

Of green before you

And the stars a crown

And you think you know what you are

And you seek in vain

For freedom from your own delusion

Of smallness.

It can never be.

 

For just a moment

Let yourself fall

Into the heart of the world.

Let it embrace you

And nourish you

As your essence

Not the desolate creature

You pretend to be.

 

Life can feed you

Or life can bleed you dry

How shall it be?

You are the starlight

And yet you stub your toe

And curse the darkness.

You are the awesome dread

Of an approaching storm

And yet a crack of thunder

Makes you catch your breath.

 

The wonder is not

That you are so wondrous

But that you can think

You are so small

And believe in reflections.

In mirrors.

 

While your mind is wrapped in pettiness

Your heart is soaring with the wind

It has always been so

And you do not know this

Because you cannot know

You can only sense it's endlessness

It's openness and boundlessness

It's vulnerable, tender freedom

Hopelessly unconstrained

and undirected

And this frightens you.

 

It frightens me too.

But just a moment

Is enough.

There are journeys

>From which one never truly returns

Quite the same.

I wish you bon voyage.

 

Phil

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*That's beautiful Phil and Yosy. Thank you for sharing.

Sometimes I think we don't need wings to fly.

We soar in the embrace of friendship and love.

 

Love to all

Harsha*

 

 

souldreamone (AT) AOL (DOT) com wrote:

>

> In a message dated 10/30/2006 5:40:58 AM Eastern Standard Time,

> yosyflug (AT) isdn (DOT) net.il writes:

>

>

> :) thank you, phil... this insight of yours

> brought to my memory:

>

> Nightfall at the seashore

>

> Black strokes

> Of lazy waves

> On peachy luminescence

> Bordering the purple

> Darkening sky

> Pierced sparsely

> By waking up stars….

> Beloved,

> O beloved!

> Were it only

> To behold

> This wink of your beauty

> It is worth

> To be alive.

>

>

> --'<-,<-{@

> yosy

>

> Nice. :)

> In honor of that moment:

>

> *A Moment

> *

>

> *Just for a moment

> Leave the smallness behind.

> Smallness is an open grave

> That begs you, 'come hither'.

> Smallness is a prison cell

> Where meals are delivered on time.*

>

> *

> The Earth rolls out a carpet

> Of green before you

> And the stars a crown

> And you think you know what you are

> And you seek in vain

> For freedom from your own delusion

> Of smallness.

> It can never be.*

>

> *

> For just a moment

> Let yourself fall

> Into the heart of the world.

> Let it embrace you

> And nourish you

> As your essence

> Not the desolate creature

> You pretend to be.*

>

> *

> Life can feed you

> Or life can bleed you dry

> How shall it be?

> You are the starlight

> And yet you stub your toe

> And curse the darkness.

> You are the awesome dread

> Of an approaching storm

> And yet a crack of thunder

> Makes you catch your breath.*

>

> *

> The wonder is not

> That you are so wondrous

> But that you can think

> You are so small

> And believe in reflections.

> In mirrors.*

>

> *

> While your mind is wrapped in pettiness

> Your heart is soaring with the wind

> It has always been so

> And you do not know this

> Because you cannot know

> You can only sense it's endlessness

> It's openness and boundlessness

> It's vulnerable, tender freedom

> Hopelessly unconstrained

> and undirected

> And this frightens you.*

>

>

> *It frightens me too.

> But just a moment

> Is enough.

> There are journeys

> From which one never truly returns

> Quite the same.

> I wish you bon voyage. *

>

>

>

> Phil

>

>

>

> _

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....A little late on the take since I am computerless, nonetheless, I

must make it a trinity;-)

 

 

 

dark wings, indigo dawn

 

feathers my daybreak

 

I arrive in my awakening once again

 

a quaint wilderness

 

stretch my morning skin, a thin red line

 

between you and I,

 

an eventual horizon

 

occurrence

 

like bread upon the water

 

what dances us this day, who will breathe as I Am?

 

hard to tell, Lover, isn't it?

 

I've only been up in my body for 15 minutes

 

and the songs of myself have not yet been written.

 

Beloved,

 

write your notes in the spaces

 

of my devotion to You,

 

these warm rivers and body curvings

 

are in allegiance to a nascent bonding,

 

an ancient agreement,

 

our return to home and hearth,

 

My Love,

 

Namaste

 

 

 

:-)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love, Anna

 

 

, souldreamone wrote:

>

> In a message dated 10/30/2006 5:40:58 AM Eastern Standard Time,

> yosyflug writes:

>

> :) thank you, phil... this insight of yours

> brought to my memory:

>

> Nightfall at the seashore

>

> Black strokes

> Of lazy waves

> On peachy luminescence

> Bordering the purple

> Darkening sky

> Pierced sparsely

> By waking up stars….

> Beloved,

> O beloved!

> Were it only

> To behold

> This wink of your beauty

> It is worth

> To be alive.

>

>

> --'<-,<-{@

> yosy

> Nice. :)

> In honor of that moment:

>

> A Moment

>

> Just for a moment

> Leave the smallness behind.

> Smallness is an open grave

> That begs you, 'come hither'.

> Smallness is a prison cell

> Where meals are delivered on time.

>

> The Earth rolls out a carpet

> Of green before you

> And the stars a crown

> And you think you know what you are

> And you seek in vain

> For freedom from your own delusion

> Of smallness.

> It can never be.

>

> For just a moment

> Let yourself fall

> Into the heart of the world.

> Let it embrace you

> And nourish you

> As your essence

> Not the desolate creature

> You pretend to be.

>

> Life can feed you

> Or life can bleed you dry

> How shall it be?

> You are the starlight

> And yet you stub your toe

> And curse the darkness.

> You are the awesome dread

> Of an approaching storm

> And yet a crack of thunder

> Makes you catch your breath.

>

> The wonder is not

> That you are so wondrous

> But that you can think

> You are so small

> And believe in reflections.

> In mirrors.

>

> While your mind is wrapped in pettiness

> Your heart is soaring with the wind

> It has always been so

> And you do not know this

> Because you cannot know

> You can only sense it's endlessness

> It's openness and boundlessness

> It's vulnerable, tender freedom

> Hopelessly unconstrained

> and undirected

> And this frightens you.

>

> It frightens me too.

> But just a moment

> Is enough.

> There are journeys

> From which one never truly returns

> Quite the same.

> I wish you bon voyage.

>

> Phil

>

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Yes Harsha like the ones whose names you are happy to see in the list of e-mails received..

 

Namaste .... (and Mama's Tea) (little private joke)

 

Sam

 

 

-

Harsha

Tuesday, October 31, 2006 4:15 AM

Re: Re:The Wonder of It All / phil

 

 

That's beautiful Phil and Yosy. Thank you for sharing.

Sometimes I think we don't need wings to fly.

We soar in the embrace of friendship and love.

 

Love to all

Harsha

 

 

souldreamone (AT) AOL (DOT) com wrote:

 

 

In a message dated 10/30/2006 5:40:58 AM Eastern Standard Time, yosyflug (AT) isdn (DOT) net.il writes:

 

:) thank you, phil... this insight of yours

brought to my memory:

 

Nightfall at the seashore

 

Black strokes

Of lazy waves

On peachy luminescence

Bordering the purple

Darkening sky

Pierced sparsely

By waking up stars….

Beloved,

O beloved!

Were it only

To behold

This wink of your beauty

It is worth

To be alive.

 

 

--'<-,<-{@

yosy

Nice. :)

In honor of that moment:

 

A Moment

 

Just for a moment

Leave the smallness behind.

Smallness is an open grave

That begs you, 'come hither'.

Smallness is a prison cell

Where meals are delivered on time.

 

 

The Earth rolls out a carpet

Of green before you

And the stars a crown

And you think you know what you are

And you seek in vain

For freedom from your own delusion

Of smallness.

It can never be.

 

 

For just a moment

Let yourself fall

Into the heart of the world.

Let it embrace you

And nourish you

As your essence

Not the desolate creature

You pretend to be.

 

 

Life can feed you

Or life can bleed you dry

How shall it be?

You are the starlight

And yet you stub your toe

And curse the darkness.

You are the awesome dread

Of an approaching storm

And yet a crack of thunder

Makes you catch your breath.

 

 

The wonder is not

That you are so wondrous

But that you can think

You are so small

And believe in reflections.

In mirrors.

 

 

While your mind is wrapped in pettiness

Your heart is soaring with the wind

It has always been so

And you do not know this

Because you cannot know

You can only sense it's endlessness

It's openness and boundlessness

It's vulnerable, tender freedom

Hopelessly unconstrained

and undirected

And this frightens you.

 

 

It frightens me too.

But just a moment

Is enough.

There are journeys

From which one never truly returns

Quite the same.

I wish you bon voyage.

 

 

 

Phil

 

 

 

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