Guest guest Posted November 27, 2005 Report Share Posted November 27, 2005 Only the rain knows Truth, Washes away everything Stops nothing. I am rain, I weep. And so I become falling starlight, Empty clouds, hidden from view. Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 27, 2005 Report Share Posted November 27, 2005 Nisargadatta , " Anna Ruiz " <nli10u@c...> wrote: > > Only the rain knows Truth, > Washes away everything > Stops nothing. > > I am rain, > I weep. > > And so I become falling starlight, > Empty clouds, hidden from view. > > > > > > Ana > > I love those rainy days, the electric thunder and freshness in the air afterward A special time for rebirth love, Era Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 27, 2005 Report Share Posted November 27, 2005 To Era: Not Moving Even One Step ------------------------ The rain falling too lightly to shape an audible house, an audible tree, blind, soaking, the old horse waits in his pasture. He knows the field for exactly what it is: his limitless mare, his beloved. Even the mallards sleep in her red body maned in thistles, hooved in the new green shallows of spring. Slow rain streams from fetlocks, hips, the lowered head, while she stands in the place beside him that no one sees. The muzzles almost touch. How silently the heart pivots on its hinge. (Jane Hirshfield) Nisargadatta , " Era " <n0ndual@w...> wrote: > > > Nisargadatta , " Anna Ruiz " <nli10u@c...> wrote: > > > > Only the rain knows Truth, > > Washes away everything > > Stops nothing. > > > > I am rain, > > I weep. > > > > And so I become falling starlight, > > Empty clouds, hidden from view. > > > > > > > > > > > > Ana > > > > > > > I love those rainy days, the electric thunder and freshness in the air afterward > > A special time for rebirth > > love, Era > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 27, 2005 Report Share Posted November 27, 2005 In a message dated 11/27/2005 10:47:34 AM Pacific Standard Time, Nisargadatta writes: To Era: Not Moving Even One Step ------------------------ The rain falling too lightly to shape an audible house, an audible tree, blind, soaking, the old horse waits in his pasture. He knows the field for exactly what it is: his limitless mare, his beloved. Even the mallards sleep in her red body maned in thistles, hooved in the new green shallows of spring. Slow rain streams from fetlocks, hips, the lowered head, while she stands in the place beside him that no one sees. The muzzles almost touch. How silently the heart pivots on its hinge. (Jane Hirshfield) Whoa! I really like that. Phil Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 27, 2005 Report Share Posted November 27, 2005 Nisargadatta , ADHHUB@A... wrote: > > > In a message dated 11/27/2005 10:47:34 AM Pacific Standard Time, > Nisargadatta writes: > > To Era: > > Not Moving Even One Step > ------------------------ > > The rain falling too lightly to shape > an audible house, an audible tree, > blind, soaking, the old horse waits in his pasture. > > He knows the field for exactly what it is: > his limitless mare, his beloved. > Even the mallards sleep in her red body maned > in thistles, hooved in the new green shallows of spring. > > Slow rain streams from fetlocks, hips, the lowered head, > while she stands in the place beside him that no one sees. > > The muzzles almost touch. > How silently the heart pivots on its hinge. > > (Jane Hirshfield) > > > > Whoa! I really like that. > > Phil > > OH NO,!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ANOTHER ANA, Another horse lover. lol appears someone wrote a poem while sitting in the meadow observing the still of the rain. neinghhhhahhahahahaha whitehorserides again Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 28, 2005 Report Share Posted November 28, 2005 Nisargadatta , " Anna Ruiz " <nli10u@c...> wrote: > > > - > whitehorserides > Nisargadatta > Monday, November 28, 2005 1:34 AM > Re: Only The Rain - to Era > > > Nisargadatta , ADHHUB@A... wrote: > > > > > > In a message dated 11/27/2005 10:47:34 AM Pacific Standard Time, > > Nisargadatta writes: > > > > To Era: > > > > Not Moving Even One Step > > ------------------------ > > > > The rain falling too lightly to shape > > an audible house, an audible tree, > > blind, soaking, the old horse waits in his pasture. > > > > He knows the field for exactly what it is: > > his limitless mare, his beloved. > > Even the mallards sleep in her red body maned > > in thistles, hooved in the new green shallows of spring. > > > > Slow rain streams from fetlocks, hips, the lowered head, > > while she stands in the place beside him that no one sees. > > > > The muzzles almost touch. > > How silently the heart pivots on its hinge. > > > > (Jane Hirshfield) > > > > > > > > Whoa! I really like that. > > > > Phil > > > > > OH NO,!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! > > ANOTHER ANA, > > Another horse lover. lol > > appears someone wrote a poem while sitting in the meadow observing > the still of the rain. > > neinghhhhahhahahahaha > > whitehorserides again > > > > you are brave > you are faithful > you are noble > you are proud, > highstepping > > a Lipizzan Stallian > > I have ridden you in battle > we are earth scarred, > we walk by still waters now > drink from the same blue lake > > Barebacked, I ride you across the sun, > we eat starlight.. > > > Ana > > > ya right ana, i know a horselover when i hear one, lol find your own horse, this one saddled. LOL would you like some sufi now? or more from guru rated, i need not. booted is good, makes me gallop faster. good am to you, where art thou oh poetess? running to the lists you are unusual no doubt, and might be in bliss. frequent meandourings, listless the night, short of nothing and ravished in sight. the distance not near however precious and dear. when hearts grow fonder so doe the deer. not ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 28, 2005 Report Share Posted November 28, 2005 " Anna Ruiz " <nli10u Re: Re: Only The Rain - to Era - whitehorserides Nisargadatta Monday, November 28, 2005 1:34 AM Re: Only The Rain - to Era Nisargadatta , ADHHUB@A... wrote: > > > In a message dated 11/27/2005 10:47:34 AM Pacific Standard Time, > Nisargadatta writes: > > To Era: > > Not Moving Even One Step > ------------------------ > > The rain falling too lightly to shape > an audible house, an audible tree, > blind, soaking, the old horse waits in his pasture. > > He knows the field for exactly what it is: > his limitless mare, his beloved. > Even the mallards sleep in her red body maned > in thistles, hooved in the new green shallows of spring. > > Slow rain streams from fetlocks, hips, the lowered head, > while she stands in the place beside him that no one sees. > > The muzzles almost touch. > How silently the heart pivots on its hinge. > > (Jane Hirshfield) > > > > Whoa! I really like that. > > Phil > > OH NO,!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ANOTHER ANA, Another horse lover. lol appears someone wrote a poem while sitting in the meadow observing the still of the rain. neinghhhhahhahahahaha whitehorserides again you are brave you are faithful you are noble you are proud, highstepping a Lipizzan Stallian I have ridden you in battle we are earth scarred, we walk by still waters now drink from the same blue lake Barebacked, I ride you across the sun, we eat starlight.. Ana Wild Stallion Hooves pounding Ground shaking Strength flashing Chest heaving Eyes glistening Mane waving Beauty stalking Sinews stretching Pride knowing Honor demanding Elegance seething Freedom laughing Philip (lover of horses) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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