Guest guest Posted June 27, 2006 Report Share Posted June 27, 2006 --- pliantheart <pliantheart a écrit : > > 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 Keep that luminously simple understanding opened... that is a gift to us all... Patricia _________________________ 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...
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