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Maybe you are Lan tsai-ho, the Taoist immortal, wearing only

one shoe, because you care about the essential and not the

conventional. Maybe you were putting the other shoe on when

an intense desire to seek the Tao arose in you and so you

left the world in a hurry, and when you found the Tao you

moved about like one intoxicated and forgot that you had a

body,or even a name, or that you move about in a world, just

like the fish forget the water when they swim.

 

Maybe you dance about like a mad man drunk without a care

in the world, singing your songs of enlightenment, like

an ancient minstrel, busking in subways, singing about

the unreality of this fleeting world and the delusiveness

of earthly pleasures, calling the people to the Tao.

 

Maybe you are the patron saint of florists and carry a

basket full of flowers and would even buy some flowers with

your last two cents in the world, and even if it meant going

hungry because you do not live on bread alone. Maybe you revel

in the freedom of the Tao and have no address like the wind and

maybe, just maybe, you've taken up a job as a ferryman like the

ancient Ch'an master Chuan-tzu Te-ch'eng, even though the pay is

nil, and can always be found on the river bank busy ferrying

sentient beings across the ocean of birth and death laughing as

you sing...

 

Row, row, row your boat,

Gently down the stream.

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,

Life is but a dream.

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Nisargadatta , " brother_beatnik "

<beatnik_brother wrote:

>

>

> Maybe you are Lan tsai-ho, the Taoist immortal, wearing only

> one shoe, because you care about the essential and not the

> conventional. Maybe you were putting the other shoe on when

> an intense desire to seek the Tao arose in you and so you

> left the world in a hurry, and when you found the Tao you

> moved about like one intoxicated and forgot that you had a

> body,or even a name, or that you move about in a world, just

> like the fish forget the water when they swim.

>

> Maybe you dance about like a mad man drunk without a care

> in the world, singing your songs of enlightenment, like

> an ancient minstrel, busking in subways, singing about

> the unreality of this fleeting world and the delusiveness

> of earthly pleasures, calling the people to the Tao.

>

> Maybe you are the patron saint of florists and carry a

> basket full of flowers and would even buy some flowers with

> your last two cents in the world, and even if it meant going

> hungry because you do not live on bread alone. Maybe you revel

> in the freedom of the Tao and have no address like the wind and

> maybe, just maybe, you've taken up a job as a ferryman like the

> ancient Ch'an master Chuan-tzu Te-ch'eng, even though the pay is

> nil, and can always be found on the river bank busy ferrying

> sentient beings across the ocean of birth and death laughing as

> you sing...

>

> Row, row, row your boat,

> Gently down the stream.

> Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,

> Life is but a dream.

 

 

 

Hmmm feels like like like Don J.

 

And I wrote many a poem about rowing on the river, just forget

where I put 'em when I put 'em away. Besides, it's never the same

river twice...;-)

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Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana wrote:

>

> Nisargadatta , " brother_beatnik "

> <beatnik_brother@> wrote:

> >

> >

> > Maybe you are Lan tsai-ho, the Taoist immortal, wearing only

> > one shoe, because you care about the essential and not the

> > conventional. Maybe you were putting the other shoe on when

> > an intense desire to seek the Tao arose in you and so you

> > left the world in a hurry, and when you found the Tao you

> > moved about like one intoxicated and forgot that you had a

> > body,or even a name, or that you move about in a world, just

> > like the fish forget the water when they swim.

> >

> > Maybe you dance about like a mad man drunk without a care

> > in the world, singing your songs of enlightenment, like

> > an ancient minstrel, busking in subways, singing about

> > the unreality of this fleeting world and the delusiveness

> > of earthly pleasures, calling the people to the Tao.

> >

> > Maybe you are the patron saint of florists and carry a

> > basket full of flowers and would even buy some flowers with

> > your last two cents in the world, and even if it meant going

> > hungry because you do not live on bread alone. Maybe you revel

> > in the freedom of the Tao and have no address like the wind and

> > maybe, just maybe, you've taken up a job as a ferryman like the

> > ancient Ch'an master Chuan-tzu Te-ch'eng, even though the pay is

> > nil, and can always be found on the river bank busy ferrying

> > sentient beings across the ocean of birth and death laughing as

> > you sing...

> >

> > Row, row, row your boat,

> > Gently down the stream.

> > Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,

> > Life is but a dream.

>

>

>

> Hmmm feels like like like Don J.

>

> And I wrote many a poem about rowing on the river, just forget

> where I put 'em when I put 'em away. Besides, it's never the same

> river twice...;-)

>

 

 

 

 

It's never the same river once.

 

 

 

 

toombaru

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Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain wrote:

>

> Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana@> wrote:

> >

> > Nisargadatta , " brother_beatnik "

> > <beatnik_brother@> wrote:

> > >

> > >

> > > Maybe you are Lan tsai-ho, the Taoist immortal, wearing only

> > > one shoe, because you care about the essential and not the

> > > conventional. Maybe you were putting the other shoe on when

> > > an intense desire to seek the Tao arose in you and so you

> > > left the world in a hurry, and when you found the Tao you

> > > moved about like one intoxicated and forgot that you had a

> > > body,or even a name, or that you move about in a world, just

> > > like the fish forget the water when they swim.

> > >

> > > Maybe you dance about like a mad man drunk without a care

> > > in the world, singing your songs of enlightenment, like

> > > an ancient minstrel, busking in subways, singing about

> > > the unreality of this fleeting world and the delusiveness

> > > of earthly pleasures, calling the people to the Tao.

> > >

> > > Maybe you are the patron saint of florists and carry a

> > > basket full of flowers and would even buy some flowers with

> > > your last two cents in the world, and even if it meant going

> > > hungry because you do not live on bread alone. Maybe you revel

> > > in the freedom of the Tao and have no address like the wind and

> > > maybe, just maybe, you've taken up a job as a ferryman like the

> > > ancient Ch'an master Chuan-tzu Te-ch'eng, even though the pay is

> > > nil, and can always be found on the river bank busy ferrying

> > > sentient beings across the ocean of birth and death laughing as

> > > you sing...

> > >

> > > Row, row, row your boat,

> > > Gently down the stream.

> > > Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,

> > > Life is but a dream.

> >

> >

> >

> > Hmmm feels like like like Don J.

> >

> > And I wrote many a poem about rowing on the river, just forget

> > where I put 'em when I put 'em away. Besides, it's never the same

> > river twice...;-)

> >

>

>

>

>

> It's never the same river once.

>

>

>

>

> toombaru

>

Is never is.

 

~8~

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Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords

wrote:

>

> Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain@>

wrote:

> >

> > Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana@>

wrote:

> > >

> > > Nisargadatta , " brother_beatnik "

> > > <beatnik_brother@> wrote:

> > > >

> > > >

> > > > Maybe you are Lan tsai-ho, the Taoist immortal, wearing only

> > > > one shoe, because you care about the essential and not the

> > > > conventional. Maybe you were putting the other shoe on when

> > > > an intense desire to seek the Tao arose in you and so you

> > > > left the world in a hurry, and when you found the Tao you

> > > > moved about like one intoxicated and forgot that you had a

> > > > body,or even a name, or that you move about in a world, just

> > > > like the fish forget the water when they swim.

> > > >

> > > > Maybe you dance about like a mad man drunk without a care

> > > > in the world, singing your songs of enlightenment, like

> > > > an ancient minstrel, busking in subways, singing about

> > > > the unreality of this fleeting world and the delusiveness

> > > > of earthly pleasures, calling the people to the Tao.

> > > >

> > > > Maybe you are the patron saint of florists and carry a

> > > > basket full of flowers and would even buy some flowers with

> > > > your last two cents in the world, and even if it meant going

> > > > hungry because you do not live on bread alone. Maybe you

revel

> > > > in the freedom of the Tao and have no address like the wind

and

> > > > maybe, just maybe, you've taken up a job as a ferryman like

the

> > > > ancient Ch'an master Chuan-tzu Te-ch'eng, even though the

pay is

> > > > nil, and can always be found on the river bank busy ferrying

> > > > sentient beings across the ocean of birth and death laughing

as

> > > > you sing...

> > > >

> > > > Row, row, row your boat,

> > > > Gently down the stream.

> > > > Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,

> > > > Life is but a dream.

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > > Hmmm feels like like like Don J.

> > >

> > > And I wrote many a poem about rowing on the river, just forget

> > > where I put 'em when I put 'em away. Besides, it's never the

same

> > > river twice...;-)

> > >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> > It's never the same river once.

> >

> >

> >

> >

> > toombaru

> >

> Is never is.

>

> ~8~

>

 

 

....I can see Tina dancing now, can you?

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Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote:

>

> Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain@>

wrote:

> >

> > Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana@>

wrote:

> > >

> > > Nisargadatta , " brother_beatnik "

> > > <beatnik_brother@> wrote:

> > > >

> > > >

> > > > Maybe you are Lan tsai-ho, the Taoist immortal, wearing only

> > > > one shoe, because you care about the essential and not the

> > > > conventional. Maybe you were putting the other shoe on when

> > > > an intense desire to seek the Tao arose in you and so you

> > > > left the world in a hurry, and when you found the Tao you

> > > > moved about like one intoxicated and forgot that you had a

> > > > body,or even a name, or that you move about in a world, just

> > > > like the fish forget the water when they swim.

> > > >

> > > > Maybe you dance about like a mad man drunk without a care

> > > > in the world, singing your songs of enlightenment, like

> > > > an ancient minstrel, busking in subways, singing about

> > > > the unreality of this fleeting world and the delusiveness

> > > > of earthly pleasures, calling the people to the Tao.

> > > >

> > > > Maybe you are the patron saint of florists and carry a

> > > > basket full of flowers and would even buy some flowers with

> > > > your last two cents in the world, and even if it meant going

> > > > hungry because you do not live on bread alone. Maybe you

revel

> > > > in the freedom of the Tao and have no address like the wind

and

> > > > maybe, just maybe, you've taken up a job as a ferryman like

the

> > > > ancient Ch'an master Chuan-tzu Te-ch'eng, even though the pay

is

> > > > nil, and can always be found on the river bank busy ferrying

> > > > sentient beings across the ocean of birth and death laughing

as

> > > > you sing...

> > > >

> > > > Row, row, row your boat,

> > > > Gently down the stream.

> > > > Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,

> > > > Life is but a dream.

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > > Hmmm feels like like like Don J.

> > >

> > > And I wrote many a poem about rowing on the river, just forget

> > > where I put 'em when I put 'em away. Besides, it's never the

same

> > > river twice...;-)

> > >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> > It's never the same river once.

> >

> >

> >

> >

> > toombaru

> >

> Is never is.

>

> ~8~

 

 

isn't that something!....or isn't it?

 

;-)

 

.............bob (is)

[thinkest he]

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Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana

wrote:

>

> Nisargadatta , " brother_beatnik "

> <beatnik_brother@> wrote:

> >

> >

> > Maybe you are Lan tsai-ho, the Taoist immortal, wearing only

> > one shoe, because you care about the essential and not the

> > conventional. Maybe you were putting the other shoe on when

> > an intense desire to seek the Tao arose in you and so you

> > left the world in a hurry, and when you found the Tao you

> > moved about like one intoxicated and forgot that you had a

> > body,or even a name, or that you move about in a world, just

> > like the fish forget the water when they swim.

> >

> > Maybe you dance about like a mad man drunk without a care

> > in the world, singing your songs of enlightenment, like

> > an ancient minstrel, busking in subways, singing about

> > the unreality of this fleeting world and the delusiveness

> > of earthly pleasures, calling the people to the Tao.

> >

> > Maybe you are the patron saint of florists and carry a

> > basket full of flowers and would even buy some flowers with

> > your last two cents in the world, and even if it meant going

> > hungry because you do not live on bread alone. Maybe you revel

> > in the freedom of the Tao and have no address like the wind and

> > maybe, just maybe, you've taken up a job as a ferryman like the

> > ancient Ch'an master Chuan-tzu Te-ch'eng, even though the pay is

> > nil, and can always be found on the river bank busy ferrying

> > sentient beings across the ocean of birth and death laughing as

> > you sing...

> >

> > Row, row, row your boat,

> > Gently down the stream.

> > Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,

> > Life is but a dream.

>

>

>

> Hmmm feels like like like Don J.

>

> And I wrote many a poem about rowing on the river, just forget

> where I put 'em when I put 'em away. Besides, it's never the same

> river twice...;-)

 

The post arose out of a matrix of conditions; it was

completely unplanned. The history is too convoluted to

narrate and it would also be irrelevant. As Maharaj said,

everything in the universe co-operates to bring about

everything else. Everything depends on everything else.

Nothing is isolated. But, what happens is that the

proximate cause, the last link in the chain, the " author " ,

takes all the credit or the blame; while in reality the sky,

the earth, the air, the apples in the garden, everything,

has co-authored the poem. The " author " is the instrument,

the midwife, through which the universe expresses itself.

We are the consciousness of the universe. We are the eyes

and the ears of the universe, and through us the universe

wonders at itself: where did I come from? What am I? Where

am I going? Of course no one really knows; it's just a thought.

 

What do you think of authorship and creativity? Where does it

come from? Do you feel like author or the midwife of your poems?

 

Did you know that a Buddhist commentary has been written on this

children's nursery rhyme? No kidding!

 

It's not possible to step into the same river even once!

 

Who is Don J?

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Nisargadatta , " brother_beatnik "

<beatnik_brother wrote:

>

> Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana@>

> wrote:

> >

> > Nisargadatta , " brother_beatnik "

> > <beatnik_brother@> wrote:

> > >

> > >

> > > Maybe you are Lan tsai-ho, the Taoist immortal, wearing only

> > > one shoe, because you care about the essential and not the

> > > conventional. Maybe you were putting the other shoe on when

> > > an intense desire to seek the Tao arose in you and so you

> > > left the world in a hurry, and when you found the Tao you

> > > moved about like one intoxicated and forgot that you had a

> > > body,or even a name, or that you move about in a world, just

> > > like the fish forget the water when they swim.

> > >

> > > Maybe you dance about like a mad man drunk without a care

> > > in the world, singing your songs of enlightenment, like

> > > an ancient minstrel, busking in subways, singing about

> > > the unreality of this fleeting world and the delusiveness

> > > of earthly pleasures, calling the people to the Tao.

> > >

> > > Maybe you are the patron saint of florists and carry a

> > > basket full of flowers and would even buy some flowers with

> > > your last two cents in the world, and even if it meant going

> > > hungry because you do not live on bread alone. Maybe you revel

> > > in the freedom of the Tao and have no address like the wind

and

> > > maybe, just maybe, you've taken up a job as a ferryman like

the

> > > ancient Ch'an master Chuan-tzu Te-ch'eng, even though the pay

is

> > > nil, and can always be found on the river bank busy ferrying

> > > sentient beings across the ocean of birth and death laughing

as

> > > you sing...

> > >

> > > Row, row, row your boat,

> > > Gently down the stream.

> > > Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,

> > > Life is but a dream.

> >

> >

> >

> > Hmmm feels like like like Don J.

> >

> > And I wrote many a poem about rowing on the river, just forget

> > where I put 'em when I put 'em away. Besides, it's never the

same

> > river twice...;-)

>

> The post arose out of a matrix of conditions; it was

> completely unplanned. The history is too convoluted to

> narrate and it would also be irrelevant. As Maharaj said,

> everything in the universe co-operates to bring about

> everything else. Everything depends on everything else.

> Nothing is isolated. But, what happens is that the

> proximate cause, the last link in the chain, the " author " ,

> takes all the credit or the blame; while in reality the sky,

> the earth, the air, the apples in the garden, everything,

> has co-authored the poem. The " author " is the instrument,

> the midwife, through which the universe expresses itself.

> We are the consciousness of the universe. We are the eyes

> and the ears of the universe, and through us the universe

> wonders at itself: where did I come from? What am I? Where

> am I going? Of course no one really knows; it's just a thought.

>

> What do you think of authorship and creativity? Where does it

> come from? Do you feel like author or the midwife of your poems?

>

> Did you know that a Buddhist commentary has been written on this

> children's nursery rhyme? No kidding!

>

> It's not possible to step into the same river even once!

>

> Who is Don J?

>

 

 

 

Dear beatnik,

 

Every ounce and nuance of This

Is water flowing through the hands of time,

The eternal now,

 

Now begets This, this Is

 

Begets

 

" I am "

An endless composition of poems and poetry

The distillation and narration, observation and salutation

,,,of words and silence betwen the utterance and heartbeats

,,,of saints and sinners

....of peacemakers and warmongers

....of Lovers and Beloveds

....of Idiots and Savants

....of those being born and those who are dying

....of the endless flights of fancy

and the crashes of ships that sail uncharted courses,

 

Flying Dutchman

passing through dark nights

with the light held in a child's small hands,

setting free eternal fire...

 

 

Bows,

Ana

 

p.s. Don Juan in/of/as any visioneering...;-)

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Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111

wrote:

>

> Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote:

> >

> > Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain@>

> wrote:

> > >

> > > Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana@>

> wrote:

> > > >

> > > > Nisargadatta , " brother_beatnik "

> > > > <beatnik_brother@> wrote:

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > > Maybe you are Lan tsai-ho, the Taoist immortal, wearing only

> > > > > one shoe, because you care about the essential and not the

> > > > > conventional. Maybe you were putting the other shoe on when

> > > > > an intense desire to seek the Tao arose in you and so you

> > > > > left the world in a hurry, and when you found the Tao you

> > > > > moved about like one intoxicated and forgot that you had a

> > > > > body,or even a name, or that you move about in a world, just

> > > > > like the fish forget the water when they swim.

> > > > >

> > > > > Maybe you dance about like a mad man drunk without a care

> > > > > in the world, singing your songs of enlightenment, like

> > > > > an ancient minstrel, busking in subways, singing about

> > > > > the unreality of this fleeting world and the delusiveness

> > > > > of earthly pleasures, calling the people to the Tao.

> > > > >

> > > > > Maybe you are the patron saint of florists and carry a

> > > > > basket full of flowers and would even buy some flowers with

> > > > > your last two cents in the world, and even if it meant going

> > > > > hungry because you do not live on bread alone. Maybe you

> revel

> > > > > in the freedom of the Tao and have no address like the wind

> and

> > > > > maybe, just maybe, you've taken up a job as a ferryman like

> the

> > > > > ancient Ch'an master Chuan-tzu Te-ch'eng, even though the pay

> is

> > > > > nil, and can always be found on the river bank busy ferrying

> > > > > sentient beings across the ocean of birth and death laughing

> as

> > > > > you sing...

> > > > >

> > > > > Row, row, row your boat,

> > > > > Gently down the stream.

> > > > > Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,

> > > > > Life is but a dream.

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > > > Hmmm feels like like like Don J.

> > > >

> > > > And I wrote many a poem about rowing on the river, just forget

> > > > where I put 'em when I put 'em away. Besides, it's never the

> same

> > > > river twice...;-)

> > > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > > It's never the same river once.

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > > toombaru

> > >

> > Is never is.

> >

> > ~8~

>

>

> isn't that something!....or isn't it?

>

> ;-)

>

> .............bob (is)

> [thinkest he]

>

 

Nostalgia is never what it used to be...

 

...............................................(-;

 

~8~

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