Guest guest Posted January 4, 2006 Report Share Posted January 4, 2006 When moonlight succumbs to blue hours And the nighthawk rests upon an outstretched limb I shall have inscribed myself in concentric patterns In the rings of the great Oak, I shall have spoken to the ages of myself For I, with great aplomb, established myself in visions and beheld myself In the lamp of my own light, I am lost forever in the fluidity of Now, Without knowledge, without prejudice of evaluations and Contradictions Incessant meanderings in bouquets of golden honeysuckle and myrrh I shall have relinquished even these filigree chains around my ankles My hands bound in the secrets of my futuring When rocks were tied to clouds And surreptitiously this day has its way with me, I no longer ask to be free. Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 4, 2006 Report Share Posted January 4, 2006 Nisargadatta , " Anna Ruiz " <nli10u@c...> wrote: > > When moonlight succumbs to blue hours > And the nighthawk rests upon an outstretched limb > I shall have inscribed myself in concentric patterns > In the rings of the great Oak, > I shall have spoken to the ages of myself > For I, with great aplomb, established myself in visions and beheld myself > In the lamp of my own light, > I am lost forever in the fluidity of Now, > Without knowledge, without prejudice of evaluations and > Contradictions > Incessant meanderings in bouquets of golden honeysuckle and myrrh > I shall have relinquished even these filigree chains around my ankles > My hands bound in the secrets of my futuring > When rocks were tied to clouds > And surreptitiously this day has its way with me, > I no longer ask to be free. > > > > > > Ana *A standing ovation with much applause, dear Ana!* " Silver " Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 5, 2006 Report Share Posted January 5, 2006 In a message dated 1/4/2006 6:56:20 AM Pacific Standard Time, Nisargadatta writes: " Anna Ruiz " <nli10u Balm of Gilead When moonlight succumbs to blue hours And the nighthawk rests upon an outstretched limb I shall have inscribed myself in concentric patterns In the rings of the great Oak, I shall have spoken to the ages of myself For I, with great aplomb, established myself in visions and beheld myself In the lamp of my own light, I am lost forever in the fluidity of Now, Without knowledge, without prejudice of evaluations and Contradictions Incessant meanderings in bouquets of golden honeysuckle and myrrh I shall have relinquished even these filigree chains around my ankles My hands bound in the secrets of my futuring When rocks were tied to clouds And surreptitiously this day has its way with me, I no longer ask to be free. Another beauty, Ana. Phil Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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