Guest guest Posted January 8, 2004 Report Share Posted January 8, 2004 " Who am I? " is not a question any more. It has vanished. The steep depth has no flavor. The moment has no taste. Even *intent* has slipped beyond the edge of knowing, Like a dark sun slipped past the edge of time. (Bill) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 8, 2004 Report Share Posted January 8, 2004 Nisargadatta , " Bill Rishel " <plexus@x> wrote: > > > " Who am I? " is not a question any more. > It has vanished. > > The steep depth has no flavor. > The moment has no taste. > Even *intent* has slipped beyond > the edge of knowing, > Like a dark sun > slipped past the edge of time. > What a tasteless poem you've contributed! Taste buds sprout and colors appear. The winged leaf flies to the stationary grasshopper. Love, Twiggy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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