Guest guest Posted June 27, 2006 Report Share Posted June 27, 2006 being powdered finely, losing all color, looking at the wind rustling in leaves, falling leaves... staying off the trail.. Pool of beingness, Transparent, showing small pebbles Clouds passing by, swimming on the surface, And going back home. ~~~ _________________________ Mail réinvente le mail ! Découvrez le nouveau Mail et son interface révolutionnaire. http://fr.mail. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 27, 2006 Report Share Posted June 27, 2006 > being powdered finely, > losing all color, > looking at the wind rustling > in leaves, > falling leaves... > staying off the trail.. > Pool of beingness, > Transparent, showing small pebbles > Clouds passing by, swimming on the surface, > And going back home. So limpidly lucid, this. And an example of the ineffable finding a way to convey. All the discussion about " I Am " seems so pointless upon reading this. The author of this poem has tasted what I have tasted... somehow I know... just from her words here... perhaps there is a limit to what can be shared from beyond sense of self... and perhaps this poem touches that limit. and being so ineffably touched... how could there be else than gratitude... Bill Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 27, 2006 Report Share Posted June 27, 2006 Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " <pliantheart wrote: > > > being powdered finely, > > losing all color, > > looking at the wind rustling > > in leaves, > > falling leaves... > > staying off the trail.. > > Pool of beingness, > > Transparent, showing small pebbles > > Clouds passing by, swimming on the surface, > > And going back home. > > So limpidly lucid, this. > > And an example of the ineffable > finding a way to convey. > > All the discussion about " I Am " seems so > pointless upon reading this. > > The author of this poem has tasted > what I have tasted... somehow I know... > just from her words here... > > perhaps there is a limit to what can > be shared from beyond sense of self... > > and perhaps this poem touches that limit. > > and being so ineffably touched... > how could there be else than gratitude... > > > Bill > Gratitude is a form of codependency for overly serious types who live in fear of loving too little. Cheer up, codependents are never alone (though always lonely). I hope you can construct your own little thoroughfare into what's REALLY behind this! ;-))) Love Ya BILL!! (Why? Because I see myself in you and it's such a relief not to be there anymore: But it was GOOD I went through it. It was definitely good I went through it. Pompous aren't I? Dreadful, just dreadful!) LxL ~*~ ~*~ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 27, 2006 Report Share Posted June 27, 2006 Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " <pliantheart@> > wrote: > > > > > being powdered finely, > > > losing all color, > > > looking at the wind rustling > > > in leaves, > > > falling leaves... > > > staying off the trail.. > > > Pool of beingness, > > > Transparent, showing small pebbles > > > Clouds passing by, swimming on the surface, > > > And going back home. > > > > So limpidly lucid, this. > > > > And an example of the ineffable > > finding a way to convey. > > > > All the discussion about " I Am " seems so > > pointless upon reading this. > > > > The author of this poem has tasted > > what I have tasted... somehow I know... > > just from her words here... > > > > perhaps there is a limit to what can > > be shared from beyond sense of self... > > > > and perhaps this poem touches that limit. > > > > and being so ineffably touched... > > how could there be else than gratitude... > > > > > > Bill > > > > > Gratitude is a form of codependency for overly serious types who live > in fear of loving too little. Cheer up, codependents are never alone > (though always lonely). > > I hope you can construct your own little thoroughfare into what's > REALLY behind this! > > ;-))) > > Love Ya BILL!! (Why? Because I see myself in you and it's such a > relief not to be there anymore: But it was GOOD I went through it. > It was definitely good I went through it. Pompous aren't I? > Dreadful, just dreadful!) > > LxL > ~*~ > ~*~ My Goodness Gracious Sakes Alive! Well! I should say so! I'm not sure if you will understand what I mean here. It's a fuzzy wuzzyness....... drifting among the floral sequences of " amness " that is disturbed by your obvious dreadful behaviour here young man! You just don't seem capable of a civilized discussion with this patter that you seem to be so pompously putting forth before our sensitive eyes......thank you for not swearing though.....now THAT would certainly put my inner self that is not something that can be put into words....well it would put that nameless 'thing' of mine in such a state! I hope you can receive this in a heartfelt way! ......Robert Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 27, 2006 Report Share Posted June 27, 2006 Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " <pliantheart@> > > wrote: > > > > > > > being powdered finely, > > > > losing all color, > > > > looking at the wind rustling > > > > in leaves, > > > > falling leaves... > > > > staying off the trail.. > > > > Pool of beingness, > > > > Transparent, showing small pebbles > > > > Clouds passing by, swimming on the surface, > > > > And going back home. > > > > > > So limpidly lucid, this. > > > > > > And an example of the ineffable > > > finding a way to convey. > > > > > > All the discussion about " I Am " seems so > > > pointless upon reading this. > > > > > > The author of this poem has tasted > > > what I have tasted... somehow I know... > > > just from her words here... > > > > > > perhaps there is a limit to what can > > > be shared from beyond sense of self... > > > > > > and perhaps this poem touches that limit. > > > > > > and being so ineffably touched... > > > how could there be else than gratitude... > > > > > > > > > Bill > > > > > > > > > Gratitude is a form of codependency for overly serious types who > live > > in fear of loving too little. Cheer up, codependents are never > alone > > (though always lonely). > > > > I hope you can construct your own little thoroughfare into what's > > REALLY behind this! > > > > ;-))) > > > > Love Ya BILL!! (Why? Because I see myself in you and it's such a > > relief not to be there anymore: But it was GOOD I went through it. > > It was definitely good I went through it. Pompous aren't I? > > Dreadful, just dreadful!) > > > > LxL > > ~*~ > > ~*~ > My Goodness Gracious Sakes Alive! Well! I should say so! I'm not sure > if you will understand what I mean here. It's a fuzzy > wuzzyness....... drifting among the floral sequences of " amness " that > is disturbed by your obvious dreadful behaviour here young man! You > just don't seem capable of a civilized discussion with this patter > that you seem to be so pompously putting forth before our sensitive > eyes......thank you for not swearing though.....now THAT would > certainly put my inner self that is not something that can be put > into words....well it would put that nameless 'thing' of mine in such > a state! > > I hope you can receive this in a heartfelt way! > > ......Robert > I just love you. Do I need to have a reason? How burdensome! (Do I pass, do I pass? Hu, teacher?, DDDooo III Passsss????) LxL ~*~ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 28, 2006 Report Share Posted June 28, 2006 Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " pliantheart " <pliantheart@> > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > being powdered finely, > > > > > losing all color, > > > > > looking at the wind rustling > > > > > in leaves, > > > > > falling leaves... > > > > > staying off the trail.. > > > > > Pool of beingness, > > > > > Transparent, showing small pebbles > > > > > Clouds passing by, swimming on the surface, > > > > > And going back home. > > > > > > > > So limpidly lucid, this. > > > > > > > > And an example of the ineffable > > > > finding a way to convey. > > > > > > > > All the discussion about " I Am " seems so > > > > pointless upon reading this. > > > > > > > > The author of this poem has tasted > > > > what I have tasted... somehow I know... > > > > just from her words here... > > > > > > > > perhaps there is a limit to what can > > > > be shared from beyond sense of self... > > > > > > > > and perhaps this poem touches that limit. > > > > > > > > and being so ineffably touched... > > > > how could there be else than gratitude... > > > > > > > > > > > > Bill > > > > > > > > > > > > > Gratitude is a form of codependency for overly serious types who > > live > > > in fear of loving too little. Cheer up, codependents are never > > alone > > > (though always lonely). > > > > > > I hope you can construct your own little thoroughfare into what's > > > REALLY behind this! > > > > > > ;-))) > > > > > > Love Ya BILL!! (Why? Because I see myself in you and it's such a > > > relief not to be there anymore: But it was GOOD I went through it. > > > It was definitely good I went through it. Pompous aren't I? > > > Dreadful, just dreadful!) > > > > > > LxL > > > ~*~ > > > ~*~ > > My Goodness Gracious Sakes Alive! Well! I should say so! I'm not sure > > if you will understand what I mean here. It's a fuzzy > > wuzzyness....... drifting among the floral sequences of " amness " that > > is disturbed by your obvious dreadful behaviour here young man! You > > just don't seem capable of a civilized discussion with this patter > > that you seem to be so pompously putting forth before our sensitive > > eyes......thank you for not swearing though.....now THAT would > > certainly put my inner self that is not something that can be put > > into words....well it would put that nameless 'thing' of mine in such > > a state! > > > > I hope you can receive this in a heartfelt way! > > > > ......Robert > > > > > I just love you. Do I need to have a reason? How burdensome! > > (Do I pass, do I pass? Hu, teacher?, DDDooo III Passsss????) > > LxL > ~*~ ;-))))) ..........b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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