Guest guest Posted April 28, 2006 Report Share Posted April 28, 2006 Nice to rest, to be home, By the fire; feel the touch of solid wood grain from the table, Pick-up bread crumbs, not moving in, Heart melting the entire day, Into the murmure of a fridge And the tic tac of a clock. Striving on knowedge, Doesn`t bring understanding. Knowedge is the microwaved, upside down bag of pop-corn Going in all direction, Yet missing its one destination. The slow distillation of Understanding. It is so good to be immobile, Not move one finger for a thought, Waiting slowly for nothing known, And falling... Ever softly falling.. Like ashes from a consumed log. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 28, 2006 Report Share Posted April 28, 2006 Nisargadatta , OConnor Patricia <gdtige wrote: > > Nice to rest, to be home, > By the fire; > feel the touch of solid wood grain from the table, > Pick-up bread crumbs, not moving in, > Heart melting the entire day, > Into the murmure of a fridge > And the tic tac of a clock. > > Striving on knowedge, > Doesn`t bring understanding. > > Knowedge is the microwaved, > upside down bag of pop-corn > Going in all direction, > Yet missing its one destination. > > The slow distillation of Understanding. > > It is so good to be immobile, > Not move one finger for a thought, > Waiting slowly for nothing known, > And falling... > Ever softly falling.. > Like ashes from a consumed log. > Yes................like this. ... . . ... .... .. ... . ..... . ... ...... . .. . .... . .... . . . . ... ... .. . . . . .... . . ' '''' ''' . . . . .. . . . . .. .. . . .. . Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 28, 2006 Report Share Posted April 28, 2006 Nisargadatta , OConnor Patricia <gdtige wrote: > > Nice to rest, to be home, > By the fire; > feel the touch of solid wood grain from the table, > Pick-up bread crumbs, not moving in, > Heart melting the entire day, > Into the murmure of a fridge > And the tic tac of a clock. > > Striving on knowedge, > Doesn`t bring understanding. > > Knowedge is the microwaved, > upside down bag of pop-corn > Going in all direction, > Yet missing its one destination. > > The slow distillation of Understanding. > > It is so good to be immobile, > Not move one finger for a thought, > Waiting slowly for nothing known, > And falling... > Ever softly falling.. > Like ashes from a consumed log. > as fragile as a baby's breath.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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