Guest guest Posted February 12, 2000 Report Share Posted February 12, 2000 Thanks for sharing this, Anatta. Speaks volumes... Love, Dan At 02:20 PM 2/12/00 -0600, you wrote: >Anatta <Anatta.365 > > >Just now -- in the space that is " Just Now " -- >an old gnarled tree arises through the window: >it stands nobly and rests >on the surface of the eye -- >the eye that is I AM. >High above visible form, >branches sway in breezes of the mind -- >in rhythm with the breathing Heart. >Yet stillness pervades everything: >they seem to move because they don't! >I cannot explain: thought cannot parse this >for thought is not other than " This " : >an old rough tree arising in the wind's eye. >There's a squirrel perched there upon a knot of wood -- >I don't know what it really is, but this: >it's been there forever, alert and watching >and content in seeing nothing special. >When it seems I move from here to there >I have not moved, but am still Here. > > > > >Love, > > Anatta. > > >--------------------------- ONElist Sponsor ---------------------------- > >GET A NEXTCARD VISA, in 30 seconds. Get rates as low as 2.9 percent >Intro or 9.9 percent Fixed APR and no hidden fees. Apply NOW. ><a href= " http://clickme./ad/NextcardCreative4CL " >Click Here</a> > >------ > >..........INFORMATION ABOUT THIS LIST.......... > >Email addresses: > Post message: Realization > Un: Realization- >Our web address: http://www.realization.org > >By sending a message to this list, you are giving >permission to have it reproduced as a letter on >http://www.realization.org >................................................ > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 12, 2000 Report Share Posted February 12, 2000 Just now -- in the space that is " Just Now " -- an old gnarled tree arises through the window: it stands nobly and rests on the surface of the eye -- the eye that is I AM. High above visible form, branches sway in breezes of the mind -- in rhythm with the breathing Heart. Yet stillness pervades everything: they seem to move because they don't! I cannot explain: thought cannot parse this for thought is not other than " This " : an old rough tree arising in the wind's eye. There's a squirrel perched there upon a knot of wood -- I don't know what it really is, but this: it's been there forever, alert and watching and content in seeing nothing special. When it seems I move from here to there I have not moved, but am still Here. Love, Anatta. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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