Guest guest Posted December 17, 2005 Report Share Posted December 17, 2005 A poem: Before I Was Enlightened Before I was enlightened I enjoyed watching the sun set Behind the ocean, The relaxation of a hot bath, The sound of a well-tuned engine. I enjoyed the inner quiet during my meditation, The taste of hot green tea, The soothing warmth of oatmeal in the morning. I enjoyed a funny story, The sound of the Sunday paper Hitting the porch. The fresh scent of newly laundered clothes, And the laughter of children. After I was enlightened, I enjoyed watching the sun set Behind the ocean, The relaxation of a hot bath, The sound of a well-tuned engine. I enjoyed the inner quiet during my meditation, The taste of hot green tea, The soothing warmth of oatmeal in the morning. I enjoyed a funny story, The sound of the Sunday paper Hitting the porch. The fresh scent of newly laundered clothes, And the laughter of children. Peace, (or anxiety, as you prefer.) P: Nice poem! Before I was enlightened I enjoyed the same things I enjoy now, but now, I let Them come and go as they Please. No questions asked, When coming, Hello! When going, Good bye. Out sight, out Of mind. Pete p.s. Just a poem! There is no one who claims enlightenment here. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 18, 2005 Report Share Posted December 18, 2005 epston Before I Was Enlightened A poem: Before I Was Enlightened Before I was enlightened I enjoyed watching the sun set Behind the ocean, The relaxation of a hot bath, The sound of a well-tuned engine. I enjoyed the inner quiet during my meditation, The taste of hot green tea, The soothing warmth of oatmeal in the morning. I enjoyed a funny story, The sound of the Sunday paper Hitting the porch. The fresh scent of newly laundered clothes, And the laughter of children. After I was enlightened, I enjoyed watching the sun set Behind the ocean, The relaxation of a hot bath, The sound of a well-tuned engine. I enjoyed the inner quiet during my meditation, The taste of hot green tea, The soothing warmth of oatmeal in the morning. I enjoyed a funny story, The sound of the Sunday paper Hitting the porch. The fresh scent of newly laundered clothes, And the laughter of children. Peace, (or anxiety, as you prefer.) Hi Epston Self declarations don't come easily to One who knows he doesn't exist. Tell me again who this is who is enlightened? Phil Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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