Guest guest Posted July 19, 2003 Report Share Posted July 19, 2003 In a message dated 7/19/2003 12:36:59 AM Pacific Standard Time, Nisargadatta writes: Faning flames of dying embers, shadows dancing on a wall. Why pretend shadows are real? Let night fall. Seeping in the moonlit night a trembling trance remains... desire yet turning silent, deep within the nocturn brain. In the dark, Mosquitos seek blood, Crickets, sex. Mind to free its shadow From moonlight. Pete Bill Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 21, 2003 Report Share Posted July 21, 2003 Faning flames of dying embers, shadows dancing on a wall. Why pretend shadows are real? Let night fall. Seeping in the moonlit night a trembling trance remains... desire yet turning silent, deep within the nocturn brain. In the dark, Mosquitos seek blood, Crickets, sex. Mind to free its shadow From moonlight. This skin and bone It holds me tight Might I seek darkness Without it? Moonlit splender Raining down My heart falls open To every shadow. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 21, 2003 Report Share Posted July 21, 2003 Nisargadatta , " Wilson, Toby " <toby.wilson@t...> wrote: > > Faning flames of dying embers, > shadows dancing on a wall. > Why pretend shadows are real? > Let night fall. > > Seeping in the moonlit night > a trembling trance remains... > desire yet turning > silent, deep > within the nocturn brain. > > In the dark, > Mosquitos seek blood, > Crickets, sex. > Mind to free its shadow > > From moonlight. > > This skin and bone > It holds me tight > Might I seek darkness > Without it? > > Moonlit splender > Raining down > My heart falls open > To every shadow. Who cares About moon or fart? For my nose Only prose soils the air. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 24, 2003 Report Share Posted July 24, 2003 > Faning flames of dying embers, > shadows dancing on a wall. > Why pretend shadows are real? > Let night fall. > > Seeping in the moonlit night > a trembling trance remains... > desire yet turning > silent, deep > within the nocturn brain. > > In the dark, > Mosquitos seek blood, > Crickets, sex. > Mind to free its shadow > > From moonlight. > > This skin and bone > It holds me tight > Might I seek darkness > Without it? > > Moonlit splender > Raining down > My heart falls open > To every shadow. > > Who cares > About moon or fart? For my nose > Only prose > soils the air. > > It can be daunting To see the Truth Looking past what seems To what's at its root But Pete, embrace the whole Don't focus in part Might there have been solidity Accompanying that fart? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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