Guest guest Posted March 29, 2004 Report Share Posted March 29, 2004 Mindful Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light. It was what I was born for - to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world - to instruct myself over and over in joy, and acclamation. Nor am I talking about the exceptional, the fearful, the dreadful, the very extravagant - but of the ordinary, the common, the very drab, the daily presentations. Oh, good scholar, I say to myself, how can you help but grow wise with such teachings as these - the untrimmable light of the world, the ocean's shine, the prayers that are made out of grass? ~ Mary Oliver ~ (Why I Wake Early, 2004) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 30, 2004 Report Share Posted March 30, 2004 now THIS is poetry. thanks, Bill d - " Bill Rishel " <plexus <SufiMystic > Cc: <Nisargadatta >; <AdvaitaToZen > Tuesday, March 30, 2004 5:08 AM Mindful > Mindful > > Every day > I see or hear > something > that more or less > > kills me > with delight, > that leaves me > like a needle > > in the haystack > of light. > It was what I was born for - > to look, to listen, > > to lose myself > inside this soft world - > to instruct myself > over and over > > in joy, > and acclamation. > Nor am I talking > about the exceptional, > > the fearful, the dreadful, > the very extravagant - > but of the ordinary, > the common, the very drab, > > the daily presentations. > Oh, good scholar, > I say to myself, > how can you help > > but grow wise > with such teachings > as these - > the untrimmable light > > of the world, > the ocean's shine, > the prayers that are made > out of grass? > > ~ Mary Oliver ~ > > (Why I Wake Early, 2004) > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 1, 2004 Report Share Posted April 1, 2004 Mary's in love with herself. She's obsessed with her own reflection. Nisargadatta , " Bill Rishel " <plexus@a...> wrote: > Mindful > > Every day > I see or hear > something > that more or less > > kills me > with delight, > that leaves me > like a needle > > in the haystack > of light. > It was what I was born for - > to look, to listen, > > to lose myself > inside this soft world - > to instruct myself > over and over > > in joy, > and acclamation. > Nor am I talking > about the exceptional, > > the fearful, the dreadful, > the very extravagant - > but of the ordinary, > the common, the very drab, > > the daily presentations. > Oh, good scholar, > I say to myself, > how can you help > > but grow wise > with such teachings > as these - > the untrimmable light > > of the world, > the ocean's shine, > the prayers that are made > out of grass? > > ~ Mary Oliver ~ > > (Why I Wake Early, 2004) > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 2, 2004 Report Share Posted April 2, 2004 Nisargadatta , " danananda2004 " <danananda2004> wrote: > Mary's in love with herself. She's obsessed with her own reflection. > e# all the girls i've known had a passion for their body, ecstasy or morbid. > > > Nisargadatta , " Bill Rishel " <plexus@a...> > wrote: > > Mindful > > > > Every day > > I see or hear > > something > > that more or less > > > > kills me > > with delight, > > that leaves me > > like a needle > > > > in the haystack > > of light. > > It was what I was born for - > > to look, to listen, > > > > to lose myself > > inside this soft world - > > to instruct myself > > over and over > > > > in joy, > > and acclamation. > > Nor am I talking > > about the exceptional, > > > > the fearful, the dreadful, > > the very extravagant - > > but of the ordinary, > > the common, the very drab, > > > > the daily presentations. > > Oh, good scholar, > > I say to myself, > > how can you help > > > > but grow wise > > with such teachings > > as these - > > the untrimmable light > > > > of the world, > > the ocean's shine, > > the prayers that are made > > out of grass? > > > > ~ Mary Oliver ~ > > > > (Why I Wake Early, 2004) > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 2, 2004 Report Share Posted April 2, 2004 Danananda's in love with himself. He's obsessed with hearing his own voice. Bill - danananda2004 Nisargadatta Thursday, April 01, 2004 10:44 PM Re: Mindful Mary's in love with herself. She's obsessed with her own reflection. Nisargadatta , " Bill Rishel " <plexus@a...> wrote: > Mindful > > Every day > I see or hear > something > that more or less > > kills me > with delight, > that leaves me > like a needle > > in the haystack > of light. > It was what I was born for - > to look, to listen, > > to lose myself > inside this soft world - > to instruct myself > over and over > > in joy, > and acclamation. > Nor am I talking > about the exceptional, > > the fearful, the dreadful, > the very extravagant - > but of the ordinary, > the common, the very drab, > > the daily presentations. > Oh, good scholar, > I say to myself, > how can you help > > but grow wise > with such teachings > as these - > the untrimmable light > > of the world, > the ocean's shine, > the prayers that are made > out of grass? > > ~ Mary Oliver ~ > > (Why I Wake Early, 2004) > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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