Guest guest Posted July 30, 2006 Report Share Posted July 30, 2006 to the bobbers and the rockers to the boppers and the shockers to the knockers and the sockers ~ you speak of treasure but love's a texture love 's subtle not a muddle your throng relay 's a long delay you seek to play the huge display: all hyper nothing righter too much hype to be ripe too much motion to be ocean love's pacific not specific for you it's always something always shrill love is nothing love is still .... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 30, 2006 Report Share Posted July 30, 2006 Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > to the bobbers > and the rockers > > to the boppers > and the shockers > > to the knockers > and the sockers > > ~ > > you speak of treasure > but love's a texture > > love 's subtle > not a muddle > > your throng relay > 's a long delay > > you seek to play > the huge display: > > all hyper > nothing righter > > too much hype > to be ripe > > too much motion > to be ocean > > love's pacific > not specific > > for you it's always something > always shrill > > love is nothing > > love is still > > ... nice poem....I love it. .........bob Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 30, 2006 Report Share Posted July 30, 2006 Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote: > > > > to the bobbers > > and the rockers > > > > to the boppers > > and the shockers > > > > to the knockers > > and the sockers > > > > ~ > > > > you speak of treasure > > but love's a texture > > > > love 's subtle > > not a muddle > > > > your throng relay > > 's a long delay > > > > you seek to play > > the huge display: > > > > all hyper > > nothing righter > > > > too much hype > > to be ripe > > > > too much motion > > to be ocean > > > > love's pacific > > not specific > > > > for you it's always something > > always shrill > > > > love is nothing > > > > love is still > > > > ... > > > nice poem....I love it. > > .........bob > then stop the co-motion and start the co ocean! (; (less prolix, please!) .... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 30, 2006 Report Share Posted July 30, 2006 Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote: > > > > > > to the bobbers > > > and the rockers > > > > > > to the boppers > > > and the shockers > > > > > > to the knockers > > > and the sockers > > > > > > ~ > > > > > > you speak of treasure > > > but love's a texture > > > > > > love 's subtle > > > not a muddle > > > > > > your throng relay > > > 's a long delay > > > > > > you seek to play > > > the huge display: > > > > > > all hyper > > > nothing righter > > > > > > too much hype > > > to be ripe > > > > > > too much motion > > > to be ocean > > > > > > love's pacific > > > not specific > > > > > > for you it's always something > > > always shrill > > > > > > love is nothing > > > > > > love is still > > > > > > ... > > > > > > nice poem....I love it. > > > > .........bob > > > > > then stop the co-motion > > and start the co ocean! > > (; > > (less prolix, please!) > > ... :-)) Anchors Away Lads! ........bob Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 30, 2006 Report Share Posted July 30, 2006 Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > > wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > wrote: > > > > > > > > to the bobbers > > > > and the rockers > > > > > > > > to the boppers > > > > and the shockers > > > > > > > > to the knockers > > > > and the sockers > > > > > > > > ~ > > > > > > > > you speak of treasure > > > > but love's a texture > > > > > > > > love 's subtle > > > > not a muddle > > > > > > > > your throng relay > > > > 's a long delay > > > > > > > > you seek to play > > > > the huge display: > > > > > > > > all hyper > > > > nothing righter > > > > > > > > too much hype > > > > to be ripe > > > > > > > > too much motion > > > > to be ocean > > > > > > > > love's pacific > > > > not specific > > > > > > > > for you it's always something > > > > always shrill > > > > > > > > love is nothing > > > > > > > > love is still > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > nice poem....I love it. > > > > > > .........bob > > > > > > > > > then stop the co-motion > > > > and start the co ocean! > > > > (; > > > > (less prolix, please!) > > > > ... > > > :-)) > > Anchors Away Lads! > > ........bob > bobman overboard! .... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 30, 2006 Report Share Posted July 30, 2006 Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > to the bobbers > > > > > and the rockers > > > > > > > > > > to the boppers > > > > > and the shockers > > > > > > > > > > to the knockers > > > > > and the sockers > > > > > > > > > > ~ > > > > > > > > > > you speak of treasure > > > > > but love's a texture > > > > > > > > > > love 's subtle > > > > > not a muddle > > > > > > > > > > your throng relay > > > > > 's a long delay > > > > > > > > > > you seek to play > > > > > the huge display: > > > > > > > > > > all hyper > > > > > nothing righter > > > > > > > > > > too much hype > > > > > to be ripe > > > > > > > > > > too much motion > > > > > to be ocean > > > > > > > > > > love's pacific > > > > > not specific > > > > > > > > > > for you it's always something > > > > > always shrill > > > > > > > > > > love is nothing > > > > > > > > > > love is still > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > nice poem....I love it. > > > > > > > > .........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > then stop the co-motion > > > > > > and start the co ocean! > > > > > > (; > > > > > > (less prolix, please!) > > > > > > ... > > > > > > :-)) > > > > Anchors Away Lads! > > > > ........bob > > > > > bobman overboard! > > ... not a chance.....the captain stays with the ship.....sides even if I went wet, over starboard or port, or transom or hull.....I'm a boober...I FLOAT kiddo.....all in the name of Love and with such grace it's astounding to lanlubbers anywhere. ......bob Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 30, 2006 Report Share Posted July 30, 2006 Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > > wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > <Roberibus111@> > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > to the bobbers > > > > > > and the rockers > > > > > > > > > > > > to the boppers > > > > > > and the shockers > > > > > > > > > > > > to the knockers > > > > > > and the sockers > > > > > > > > > > > > ~ > > > > > > > > > > > > you speak of treasure > > > > > > but love's a texture > > > > > > > > > > > > love 's subtle > > > > > > not a muddle > > > > > > > > > > > > your throng relay > > > > > > 's a long delay > > > > > > > > > > > > you seek to play > > > > > > the huge display: > > > > > > > > > > > > all hyper > > > > > > nothing righter > > > > > > > > > > > > too much hype > > > > > > to be ripe > > > > > > > > > > > > too much motion > > > > > > to be ocean > > > > > > > > > > > > love's pacific > > > > > > not specific > > > > > > > > > > > > for you it's always something > > > > > > always shrill > > > > > > > > > > > > love is nothing > > > > > > > > > > > > love is still > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > nice poem....I love it. > > > > > > > > > > .........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > then stop the co-motion > > > > > > > > and start the co ocean! > > > > > > > > (; > > > > > > > > (less prolix, please!) > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > :-)) > > > > > > Anchors Away Lads! > > > > > > ........bob > > > > > > > > > bobman overboard! > > > > ... > > > > not a chance.....the captain stays with the ship.....sides even if I > went wet, over starboard or port, or transom or hull.....I'm a > boober...I FLOAT kiddo.....all in the name of Love and with such > grace it's astounding to lanlubbers anywhere. > > ......bob > what's all this ceaseless ceaseless flailing, flailing, then? .... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 30, 2006 Report Share Posted July 30, 2006 Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the bobbers > > > > > > > and the rockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the boppers > > > > > > > and the shockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the knockers > > > > > > > and the sockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ~ > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you speak of treasure > > > > > > > but love's a texture > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love 's subtle > > > > > > > not a muddle > > > > > > > > > > > > > > your throng relay > > > > > > > 's a long delay > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you seek to play > > > > > > > the huge display: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > all hyper > > > > > > > nothing righter > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much hype > > > > > > > to be ripe > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much motion > > > > > > > to be ocean > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love's pacific > > > > > > > not specific > > > > > > > > > > > > > > for you it's always something > > > > > > > always shrill > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is nothing > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is still > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > nice poem....I love it. > > > > > > > > > > > > .........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > then stop the co-motion > > > > > > > > > > and start the co ocean! > > > > > > > > > > (; > > > > > > > > > > (less prolix, please!) > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > :-)) > > > > > > > > Anchors Away Lads! > > > > > > > > ........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > bobman overboard! > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > not a chance.....the captain stays with the ship.....sides even if I > > went wet, over starboard or port, or transom or hull.....I'm a > > boober...I FLOAT kiddo.....all in the name of Love and with such > > grace it's astounding to lanlubbers anywhere. > > > > ......bob > > > > what's all this > > ceaseless > > ceaseless > > flailing, > > flailing, > > then? > > ... as you so clearly see.....I am a mirror. Within this mirror of calmness, torrents are reflected back unto themselves. While remaining all unaffected, the mirror while mirroring without effort, remains the epitome of calm and grace....and but shows to those who dare and peek...the ceaseless flailing, and ranting and raving, that sets them to say, " Mirror Mirror on the wall, Who's the fairest of them all " ..and in due time, with due respect and glorious truth, this mirror doth tell and show what is the case, of the looker and asker that dares it to face.........and calmly the comley Mirror is humbled and honored by the belief in the Mirror's Honest Truth, that the asker and viewer doth witness of Itself and themselves. ...bob (shining and gleaming for all to see, and to see themselves) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 30, 2006 Report Share Posted July 30, 2006 Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the bobbers > > > > > > > and the rockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the boppers > > > > > > > and the shockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the knockers > > > > > > > and the sockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ~ > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you speak of treasure > > > > > > > but love's a texture > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love 's subtle > > > > > > > not a muddle > > > > > > > > > > > > > > your throng relay > > > > > > > 's a long delay > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you seek to play > > > > > > > the huge display: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > all hyper > > > > > > > nothing righter > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much hype > > > > > > > to be ripe > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much motion > > > > > > > to be ocean > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love's pacific > > > > > > > not specific > > > > > > > > > > > > > > for you it's always something > > > > > > > always shrill > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is nothing > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is still > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > nice poem....I love it. > > > > > > > > > > > > .........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > then stop the co-motion > > > > > > > > > > and start the co ocean! > > > > > > > > > > (; > > > > > > > > > > (less prolix, please!) > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > :-)) > > > > > > > > Anchors Away Lads! > > > > > > > > ........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > bobman overboard! > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > not a chance.....the captain stays with the ship.....sides even if I > > went wet, over starboard or port, or transom or hull.....I'm a > > boober...I FLOAT kiddo.....all in the name of Love and with such > > grace it's astounding to lanlubbers anywhere. > > > > ......bob > > > > what's all this > > ceaseless > > ceaseless > > flailing, > > flailing, > > then? > > ... as you so clearly see.....I am a mirror. Within this mirror of calmness, torrents are reflected back unto themselves. While remaining all unaffected, the mirror while mirroring without effort, remains the epitome of calm and grace....and but shows to those who dare and peek...the ceaseless flailing, and ranting and raving, that sets them to say, " Mirror Mirror on the wall, Who's the fairest of them all " ..and in due time, with due respect and glorious truth, this mirror doth tell and show what is the case, of the looker and asker that dares it to face.........and calmly the comley Mirror is humbled and honored by the belief in the Mirror's Honest Truth, that the asker and viewer doth witness of Itself and themselves. ...bob (shining and gleaming for all to see, and to see themselves) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 30, 2006 Report Share Posted July 30, 2006 Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > > wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > <Roberibus111@> > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > <skywords@> > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the bobbers > > > > > > > > and the rockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the boppers > > > > > > > > and the shockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the knockers > > > > > > > > and the sockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ~ > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you speak of treasure > > > > > > > > but love's a texture > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love 's subtle > > > > > > > > not a muddle > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > your throng relay > > > > > > > > 's a long delay > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you seek to play > > > > > > > > the huge display: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > all hyper > > > > > > > > nothing righter > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much hype > > > > > > > > to be ripe > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much motion > > > > > > > > to be ocean > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love's pacific > > > > > > > > not specific > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > for you it's always something > > > > > > > > always shrill > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is nothing > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is still > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > nice poem....I love it. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > .........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > then stop the co-motion > > > > > > > > > > > > and start the co ocean! > > > > > > > > > > > > (; > > > > > > > > > > > > (less prolix, please!) > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > :-)) > > > > > > > > > > Anchors Away Lads! > > > > > > > > > > ........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > bobman overboard! > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > not a chance.....the captain stays with the ship.....sides even > if I > > > went wet, over starboard or port, or transom or hull.....I'm a > > > boober...I FLOAT kiddo.....all in the name of Love and with such > > > grace it's astounding to lanlubbers anywhere. > > > > > > ......bob > > > > > > > what's all this > > > > ceaseless > > > > ceaseless > > > > flailing, > > > > flailing, > > > > then? > > > > ... > as you so clearly see.....I am a mirror. Within this mirror of > calmness, torrents are reflected back unto themselves. While > remaining all unaffected, the mirror while mirroring without effort, > remains the epitome of calm and grace....and but shows to those who > dare and peek...the ceaseless flailing, and ranting and raving, that > sets them to say, " Mirror Mirror on the wall, Who's the fairest of > them all " ..and in due time, with due respect and glorious truth, this > mirror doth tell and show what is the case, of the looker and asker > that dares it to face.........and calmly the comley Mirror is > humbled and honored by the belief in the Mirror's Honest Truth, that > the asker and viewer doth witness of Itself and themselves. > > > ...bob (shining and gleaming for all to see, and to see themselves) > the mirror is cold the heart is warm .... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 30, 2006 Report Share Posted July 30, 2006 Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > <skywords@> > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the bobbers > > > > > > > > > and the rockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the boppers > > > > > > > > > and the shockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the knockers > > > > > > > > > and the sockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ~ > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you speak of treasure > > > > > > > > > but love's a texture > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love 's subtle > > > > > > > > > not a muddle > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > your throng relay > > > > > > > > > 's a long delay > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you seek to play > > > > > > > > > the huge display: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > all hyper > > > > > > > > > nothing righter > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much hype > > > > > > > > > to be ripe > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much motion > > > > > > > > > to be ocean > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love's pacific > > > > > > > > > not specific > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > for you it's always something > > > > > > > > > always shrill > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is nothing > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is still > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > nice poem....I love it. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > .........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > then stop the co-motion > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and start the co ocean! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (; > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (less prolix, please!) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > :-)) > > > > > > > > > > > > Anchors Away Lads! > > > > > > > > > > > > ........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > bobman overboard! > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > not a chance.....the captain stays with the ship.....sides even > > if I > > > > went wet, over starboard or port, or transom or hull.....I'm a > > > > boober...I FLOAT kiddo.....all in the name of Love and with such > > > > grace it's astounding to lanlubbers anywhere. > > > > > > > > ......bob > > > > > > > > > > what's all this > > > > > > ceaseless > > > > > > ceaseless > > > > > > flailing, > > > > > > flailing, > > > > > > then? > > > > > > ... > > as you so clearly see.....I am a mirror. Within this mirror of > > calmness, torrents are reflected back unto themselves. While > > remaining all unaffected, the mirror while mirroring without effort, > > remains the epitome of calm and grace....and but shows to those who > > dare and peek...the ceaseless flailing, and ranting and raving, that > > sets them to say, " Mirror Mirror on the wall, Who's the fairest of > > them all " ..and in due time, with due respect and glorious truth, this > > mirror doth tell and show what is the case, of the looker and asker > > that dares it to face.........and calmly the comley Mirror is > > humbled and honored by the belief in the Mirror's Honest Truth, that > > the asker and viewer doth witness of Itself and themselves. > > > > > > ...bob (shining and gleaming for all to see, and to see themselves) > > > > > the mirror is cold > > the heart is warm > > ... I tried so hard my dear to show that youre my every dream. Yet youre afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue And so my heart is paying now for things I didnt do In anger unkind words are said that make the teardrops start Why cant I free your doubtful mind,and melt your cold cold heart Youll never know how much it hurts to see you sat and cry You know you need and want my love yet youre afraid to try Why do you run and hide from lies,to try it just aint smart Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart There was a time when I believed that you belonged to me But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory The more I learn to care for you,the more we drift apart Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart ...bob Hank Williams Mirror Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 30, 2006 Report Share Posted July 30, 2006 Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > > wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > <Roberibus111@> > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > <skywords@> > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the bobbers > > > > > > > > > > and the rockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the boppers > > > > > > > > > > and the shockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the knockers > > > > > > > > > > and the sockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ~ > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you speak of treasure > > > > > > > > > > but love's a texture > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love 's subtle > > > > > > > > > > not a muddle > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > your throng relay > > > > > > > > > > 's a long delay > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you seek to play > > > > > > > > > > the huge display: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > all hyper > > > > > > > > > > nothing righter > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much hype > > > > > > > > > > to be ripe > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much motion > > > > > > > > > > to be ocean > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love's pacific > > > > > > > > > > not specific > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > for you it's always something > > > > > > > > > > always shrill > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is nothing > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is still > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > nice poem....I love it. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > .........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > then stop the co-motion > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and start the co ocean! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (; > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (less prolix, please!) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > :-)) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Anchors Away Lads! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > bobman overboard! > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > not a chance.....the captain stays with the ship.....sides > even > > > if I > > > > > went wet, over starboard or port, or transom or hull.....I'm > a > > > > > boober...I FLOAT kiddo.....all in the name of Love and with > such > > > > > grace it's astounding to lanlubbers anywhere. > > > > > > > > > > ......bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > what's all this > > > > > > > > ceaseless > > > > > > > > ceaseless > > > > > > > > flailing, > > > > > > > > flailing, > > > > > > > > then? > > > > > > > > ... > > > as you so clearly see.....I am a mirror. Within this mirror of > > > calmness, torrents are reflected back unto themselves. While > > > remaining all unaffected, the mirror while mirroring without > effort, > > > remains the epitome of calm and grace....and but shows to those > who > > > dare and peek...the ceaseless flailing, and ranting and raving, > that > > > sets them to say, " Mirror Mirror on the wall, Who's the fairest > of > > > them all " ..and in due time, with due respect and glorious truth, > this > > > mirror doth tell and show what is the case, of the looker and > asker > > > that dares it to face.........and calmly the comley Mirror is > > > humbled and honored by the belief in the Mirror's Honest Truth, > that > > > the asker and viewer doth witness of Itself and themselves. > > > > > > > > > ...bob (shining and gleaming for all to see, and to see > themselves) > > > > > > > > > the mirror is cold > > > > the heart is warm > > > > ... > > > I tried so hard my dear to show that youre my every dream. > Yet youre afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme > A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart > > Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue > And so my heart is paying now for things I didnt do > In anger unkind words are said that make the teardrops start > Why cant I free your doubtful mind,and melt your cold cold heart > > Youll never know how much it hurts to see you sat and cry > You know you need and want my love yet youre afraid to try > Why do you run and hide from lies,to try it just aint smart > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart > > There was a time when I believed that you belonged to me > But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory > The more I learn to care for you,the more we drift apart > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart > > > ...bob Hank Williams Mirror > less passion more compassion .... 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Guest guest Posted July 30, 2006 Report Share Posted July 30, 2006 Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > <skywords@> > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the bobbers > > > > > > > > > > > and the rockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the boppers > > > > > > > > > > > and the shockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the knockers > > > > > > > > > > > and the sockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ~ > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you speak of treasure > > > > > > > > > > > but love's a texture > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love 's subtle > > > > > > > > > > > not a muddle > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > your throng relay > > > > > > > > > > > 's a long delay > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you seek to play > > > > > > > > > > > the huge display: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > all hyper > > > > > > > > > > > nothing righter > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much hype > > > > > > > > > > > to be ripe > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much motion > > > > > > > > > > > to be ocean > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love's pacific > > > > > > > > > > > not specific > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > for you it's always something > > > > > > > > > > > always shrill > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is nothing > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is still > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > nice poem....I love it. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > .........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > then stop the co-motion > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and start the co ocean! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (; > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (less prolix, please!) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > :-)) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Anchors Away Lads! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > bobman overboard! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > not a chance.....the captain stays with the ship.....sides > > even > > > > if I > > > > > > went wet, over starboard or port, or transom or hull.....I'm > > a > > > > > > boober...I FLOAT kiddo.....all in the name of Love and with > > such > > > > > > grace it's astounding to lanlubbers anywhere. > > > > > > > > > > > > ......bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > what's all this > > > > > > > > > > ceaseless > > > > > > > > > > ceaseless > > > > > > > > > > flailing, > > > > > > > > > > flailing, > > > > > > > > > > then? > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > as you so clearly see.....I am a mirror. Within this mirror of > > > > calmness, torrents are reflected back unto themselves. While > > > > remaining all unaffected, the mirror while mirroring without > > effort, > > > > remains the epitome of calm and grace....and but shows to those > > who > > > > dare and peek...the ceaseless flailing, and ranting and raving, > > that > > > > sets them to say, " Mirror Mirror on the wall, Who's the fairest > > of > > > > them all " ..and in due time, with due respect and glorious truth, > > this > > > > mirror doth tell and show what is the case, of the looker and > > asker > > > > that dares it to face.........and calmly the comley Mirror is > > > > humbled and honored by the belief in the Mirror's Honest Truth, > > that > > > > the asker and viewer doth witness of Itself and themselves. > > > > > > > > > > > > ...bob (shining and gleaming for all to see, and to see > > themselves) > > > > > > > > > > > > > the mirror is cold > > > > > > the heart is warm > > > > > > ... > > > > > > I tried so hard my dear to show that youre my every dream. > > Yet youre afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme > > A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart > > > > Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue > > And so my heart is paying now for things I didnt do > > In anger unkind words are said that make the teardrops start > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind,and melt your cold cold heart > > > > Youll never know how much it hurts to see you sat and cry > > You know you need and want my love yet youre afraid to try > > Why do you run and hide from lies,to try it just aint smart > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart > > > > There was a time when I believed that you belonged to me > > But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory > > The more I learn to care for you,the more we drift apart > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart > > > > > > ...bob Hank Williams Mirror > > > > less passion > > more compassion > > > ... It's the Mirror that bothers you. It only reflects what is there to reflect. The Light of the Mirror is Bright and Clear, and as all Light is......very warm. But if the heart that presents itself before the mirror is cold, the warmth of the light cannot be felt nor perceived, nor known by that cold cold heart of imagined compassion. Without passion, no compassion. Love of Self than Love of Other. IT works no other way. The Way is Easy, the Way is Open, the Way Invites, the Way Ignites the Passion of Compassion. it is only the coldness of the perceiver that is reflecting back to the one who sees the Mirror as cold. For indeed the Mirror, knowing no Prejudice, Reflects the Flaming and Burning Desire of All, and the All of Desires End...and the Lack of same as well. Endless, Fathomless, Unknown but by Recognition of what it is given to Reflect, the Mirror knows no one, no thing, no need, no judgements of what is Grace, or Love, or Passion, or Compassion. It Is and Lets Live. .......bob Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 30, 2006 Report Share Posted July 30, 2006 Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > > wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > <Roberibus111@> > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > <skywords@> > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the bobbers > > > > > > > > > > > > and the rockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the boppers > > > > > > > > > > > > and the shockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the knockers > > > > > > > > > > > > and the sockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ~ > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you speak of treasure > > > > > > > > > > > > but love's a texture > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love 's subtle > > > > > > > > > > > > not a muddle > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > your throng relay > > > > > > > > > > > > 's a long delay > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you seek to play > > > > > > > > > > > > the huge display: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > all hyper > > > > > > > > > > > > nothing righter > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much hype > > > > > > > > > > > > to be ripe > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much motion > > > > > > > > > > > > to be ocean > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love's pacific > > > > > > > > > > > > not specific > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > for you it's always something > > > > > > > > > > > > always shrill > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is nothing > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is still > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > nice poem....I love it. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > .........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > then stop the co-motion > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and start the co ocean! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (; > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (less prolix, please!) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > :-)) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Anchors Away Lads! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > bobman overboard! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > not a chance.....the captain stays with the > ship.....sides > > > even > > > > > if I > > > > > > > went wet, over starboard or port, or transom or > hull.....I'm > > > a > > > > > > > boober...I FLOAT kiddo.....all in the name of Love and > with > > > such > > > > > > > grace it's astounding to lanlubbers anywhere. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ......bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > what's all this > > > > > > > > > > > > ceaseless > > > > > > > > > > > > ceaseless > > > > > > > > > > > > flailing, > > > > > > > > > > > > flailing, > > > > > > > > > > > > then? > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > as you so clearly see.....I am a mirror. Within this mirror > of > > > > > calmness, torrents are reflected back unto themselves. While > > > > > remaining all unaffected, the mirror while mirroring without > > > effort, > > > > > remains the epitome of calm and grace....and but shows to > those > > > who > > > > > dare and peek...the ceaseless flailing, and ranting and > raving, > > > that > > > > > sets them to say, " Mirror Mirror on the wall, Who's the > fairest > > > of > > > > > them all " ..and in due time, with due respect and glorious > truth, > > > this > > > > > mirror doth tell and show what is the case, of the looker and > > > asker > > > > > that dares it to face.........and calmly the comley Mirror > is > > > > > humbled and honored by the belief in the Mirror's Honest > Truth, > > > that > > > > > the asker and viewer doth witness of Itself and themselves. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ...bob (shining and gleaming for all to see, and to see > > > themselves) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > the mirror is cold > > > > > > > > the heart is warm > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > I tried so hard my dear to show that youre my every dream. > > > Yet youre afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme > > > A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart > > > > > > Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue > > > And so my heart is paying now for things I didnt do > > > In anger unkind words are said that make the teardrops start > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind,and melt your cold cold heart > > > > > > Youll never know how much it hurts to see you sat and cry > > > You know you need and want my love yet youre afraid to try > > > Why do you run and hide from lies,to try it just aint smart > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart > > > > > > There was a time when I believed that you belonged to me > > > But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory > > > The more I learn to care for you,the more we drift apart > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart > > > > > > > > > ...bob Hank Williams Mirror > > > > > > > less passion > > > > more compassion > > > > > > ... > > > It's the Mirror that bothers you. It only reflects what is there to > reflect. The Light of the Mirror is Bright and Clear, and as all > Light is......very warm. But if the heart that presents itself before > the mirror is cold, the warmth of the light cannot be felt nor > perceived, nor known by that cold cold heart of imagined compassion. > Without passion, no compassion. Love of Self than Love of Other. IT > works no other way. The Way is Easy, the Way is Open, the Way > Invites, the Way Ignites the Passion of Compassion. it is only the > coldness of the perceiver that is reflecting back to the one who sees > the Mirror as cold. For indeed the Mirror, knowing no Prejudice, > Reflects the Flaming and Burning Desire of All, and the All of > Desires End...and the Lack of same as well. Endless, Fathomless, > Unknown but by Recognition of what it is given to Reflect, the Mirror > knows no one, no thing, no need, no judgements of what is Grace, or > Love, or Passion, or Compassion. It Is and Lets Live. > > .......bob > there is warm light there is cold light but the heart's inner glow is unmistakable .... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 30, 2006 Report Share Posted July 30, 2006 Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > <skywords@> > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the bobbers > > > > > > > > > > > > > and the rockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the boppers > > > > > > > > > > > > > and the shockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the knockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > and the sockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ~ > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you speak of treasure > > > > > > > > > > > > > but love's a texture > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love 's subtle > > > > > > > > > > > > > not a muddle > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > your throng relay > > > > > > > > > > > > > 's a long delay > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you seek to play > > > > > > > > > > > > > the huge display: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > all hyper > > > > > > > > > > > > > nothing righter > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much hype > > > > > > > > > > > > > to be ripe > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much motion > > > > > > > > > > > > > to be ocean > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love's pacific > > > > > > > > > > > > > not specific > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > for you it's always something > > > > > > > > > > > > > always shrill > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is nothing > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is still > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > nice poem....I love it. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > .........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > then stop the co-motion > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and start the co ocean! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (; > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (less prolix, please!) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > :-)) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Anchors Away Lads! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > bobman overboard! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > not a chance.....the captain stays with the > > ship.....sides > > > > even > > > > > > if I > > > > > > > > went wet, over starboard or port, or transom or > > hull.....I'm > > > > a > > > > > > > > boober...I FLOAT kiddo.....all in the name of Love and > > with > > > > such > > > > > > > > grace it's astounding to lanlubbers anywhere. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ......bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > what's all this > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ceaseless > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ceaseless > > > > > > > > > > > > > > flailing, > > > > > > > > > > > > > > flailing, > > > > > > > > > > > > > > then? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > as you so clearly see.....I am a mirror. Within this mirror > > of > > > > > > calmness, torrents are reflected back unto themselves. While > > > > > > remaining all unaffected, the mirror while mirroring without > > > > effort, > > > > > > remains the epitome of calm and grace....and but shows to > > those > > > > who > > > > > > dare and peek...the ceaseless flailing, and ranting and > > raving, > > > > that > > > > > > sets them to say, " Mirror Mirror on the wall, Who's the > > fairest > > > > of > > > > > > them all " ..and in due time, with due respect and glorious > > truth, > > > > this > > > > > > mirror doth tell and show what is the case, of the looker and > > > > asker > > > > > > that dares it to face.........and calmly the comley Mirror > > is > > > > > > humbled and honored by the belief in the Mirror's Honest > > Truth, > > > > that > > > > > > the asker and viewer doth witness of Itself and themselves. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ...bob (shining and gleaming for all to see, and to see > > > > themselves) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > the mirror is cold > > > > > > > > > > the heart is warm > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > I tried so hard my dear to show that youre my every dream. > > > > Yet youre afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme > > > > A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart > > > > > > > > Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue > > > > And so my heart is paying now for things I didnt do > > > > In anger unkind words are said that make the teardrops start > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind,and melt your cold cold heart > > > > > > > > Youll never know how much it hurts to see you sat and cry > > > > You know you need and want my love yet youre afraid to try > > > > Why do you run and hide from lies,to try it just aint smart > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart > > > > > > > > There was a time when I believed that you belonged to me > > > > But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory > > > > The more I learn to care for you,the more we drift apart > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart > > > > > > > > > > > > ...bob Hank Williams Mirror > > > > > > > > > > less passion > > > > > > more compassion > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > It's the Mirror that bothers you. It only reflects what is there to > > reflect. The Light of the Mirror is Bright and Clear, and as all > > Light is......very warm. But if the heart that presents itself before > > the mirror is cold, the warmth of the light cannot be felt nor > > perceived, nor known by that cold cold heart of imagined compassion. > > Without passion, no compassion. Love of Self than Love of Other. IT > > works no other way. The Way is Easy, the Way is Open, the Way > > Invites, the Way Ignites the Passion of Compassion. it is only the > > coldness of the perceiver that is reflecting back to the one who sees > > the Mirror as cold. For indeed the Mirror, knowing no Prejudice, > > Reflects the Flaming and Burning Desire of All, and the All of > > Desires End...and the Lack of same as well. Endless, Fathomless, > > Unknown but by Recognition of what it is given to Reflect, the Mirror > > knows no one, no thing, no need, no judgements of what is Grace, or > > Love, or Passion, or Compassion. It Is and Lets Live. > > > > .......bob > > > > > there is warm light > > there is cold light > > but the heart's inner glow > > is unmistakable > > > ... as with light, the heart can be warm or cold. the inner glow is not necessarily one or the other. the Mirror reflects only what is there inside and out. the glow may be unmistakable, but both the reflection and the glow can swing either way depending on Truth, and Truth Alone. Not wishes nor fishes nor cliches can change Truth nor the Mirror that reflects it without such judgement. To the Mirror of Truth there is no warm or cold with hearts or perceivers......only they who perceive, see their reflection with judgement. If they 'see' the light as cold, it IS cold.. as so is the perceiver who projects this assessment of that reflection. based on their own inner core, and quite mistakenly believe that it is a condition of the Light or the Mirror. It is none other than themself.This is the unmistakable Truth of the Mirror.......casting no judgements only reflections. On Good or Bad, Warm or Cold, Lovely or Unlovely....It knows nothing and not. It Is That It IS. Only reflective vapor takes itself as seperate and with conditions, causes and qualities......all of this is illusion in judgment and seperation. ......bob Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 30, 2006 Report Share Posted July 30, 2006 Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > > wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > <Roberibus111@> > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > <skywords@> > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > > > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the bobbers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and the rockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the boppers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and the shockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the knockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and the sockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ~ > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you speak of treasure > > > > > > > > > > > > > > but love's a texture > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love 's subtle > > > > > > > > > > > > > > not a muddle > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > your throng relay > > > > > > > > > > > > > > 's a long delay > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you seek to play > > > > > > > > > > > > > > the huge display: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > all hyper > > > > > > > > > > > > > > nothing righter > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much hype > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to be ripe > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much motion > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to be ocean > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love's pacific > > > > > > > > > > > > > > not specific > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > for you it's always something > > > > > > > > > > > > > > always shrill > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is nothing > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is still > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > nice poem....I love it. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > .........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > then stop the co-motion > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and start the co ocean! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (; > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (less prolix, please!) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > :-)) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Anchors Away Lads! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > bobman overboard! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > not a chance.....the captain stays with the > > > ship.....sides > > > > > even > > > > > > > if I > > > > > > > > > went wet, over starboard or port, or transom or > > > hull.....I'm > > > > > a > > > > > > > > > boober...I FLOAT kiddo.....all in the name of Love > and > > > with > > > > > such > > > > > > > > > grace it's astounding to lanlubbers anywhere. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ......bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > what's all this > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ceaseless > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ceaseless > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > flailing, > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > flailing, > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > then? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > as you so clearly see.....I am a mirror. Within this > mirror > > > of > > > > > > > calmness, torrents are reflected back unto themselves. > While > > > > > > > remaining all unaffected, the mirror while mirroring > without > > > > > effort, > > > > > > > remains the epitome of calm and grace....and but shows to > > > those > > > > > who > > > > > > > dare and peek...the ceaseless flailing, and ranting and > > > raving, > > > > > that > > > > > > > sets them to say, " Mirror Mirror on the wall, Who's the > > > fairest > > > > > of > > > > > > > them all " ..and in due time, with due respect and glorious > > > truth, > > > > > this > > > > > > > mirror doth tell and show what is the case, of the looker > and > > > > > asker > > > > > > > that dares it to face.........and calmly the comley > Mirror > > > is > > > > > > > humbled and honored by the belief in the Mirror's Honest > > > Truth, > > > > > that > > > > > > > the asker and viewer doth witness of Itself and > themselves. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ...bob (shining and gleaming for all to see, and to see > > > > > themselves) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > the mirror is cold > > > > > > > > > > > > the heart is warm > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I tried so hard my dear to show that youre my every dream. > > > > > Yet youre afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme > > > > > A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart > > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold > heart > > > > > > > > > > Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue > > > > > And so my heart is paying now for things I didnt do > > > > > In anger unkind words are said that make the teardrops start > > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind,and melt your cold cold > heart > > > > > > > > > > Youll never know how much it hurts to see you sat and cry > > > > > You know you need and want my love yet youre afraid to try > > > > > Why do you run and hide from lies,to try it just aint smart > > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold > heart > > > > > > > > > > There was a time when I believed that you belonged to me > > > > > But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory > > > > > The more I learn to care for you,the more we drift apart > > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold > heart > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ...bob Hank Williams Mirror > > > > > > > > > > > > > less passion > > > > > > > > more compassion > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > It's the Mirror that bothers you. It only reflects what is there > to > > > reflect. The Light of the Mirror is Bright and Clear, and as all > > > Light is......very warm. But if the heart that presents itself > before > > > the mirror is cold, the warmth of the light cannot be felt nor > > > perceived, nor known by that cold cold heart of imagined > compassion. > > > Without passion, no compassion. Love of Self than Love of Other. > IT > > > works no other way. The Way is Easy, the Way is Open, the Way > > > Invites, the Way Ignites the Passion of Compassion. it is only > the > > > coldness of the perceiver that is reflecting back to the one who > sees > > > the Mirror as cold. For indeed the Mirror, knowing no Prejudice, > > > Reflects the Flaming and Burning Desire of All, and the All of > > > Desires End...and the Lack of same as well. Endless, Fathomless, > > > Unknown but by Recognition of what it is given to Reflect, the > Mirror > > > knows no one, no thing, no need, no judgements of what is Grace, > or > > > Love, or Passion, or Compassion. It Is and Lets Live. > > > > > > .......bob > > > > > > > > > there is warm light > > > > there is cold light > > > > but the heart's inner glow > > > > is unmistakable > > > > > > ... > as with light, the heart can be warm or cold. the inner glow is not > necessarily one or the other. the Mirror reflects only what is there > inside and out. the glow may be unmistakable, but both the reflection > and the glow can swing either way depending on Truth, and Truth > Alone. Not wishes nor fishes nor cliches can change Truth nor the > Mirror that reflects it without such judgement. To the Mirror of > Truth there is no warm or cold with hearts or perceivers......only > they who perceive, see their reflection with judgement. If they 'see' > the light as cold, it IS cold.. as so is the perceiver who projects > this assessment of that reflection. based on their own inner core, > and quite mistakenly believe that it is a condition of the Light or > the Mirror. It is none other than themself.This is the unmistakable > Truth of the Mirror.......casting no judgements only reflections. On > Good or Bad, Warm or Cold, Lovely or Unlovely....It knows nothing and > not. It Is That It IS. Only reflective vapor takes itself as seperate > and with conditions, causes and qualities......all of this is > illusion in judgment and seperation. > > ......bob > visual imagery's imaginary, prolix incessant necessities look in not out just feeling beyond contraries .... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 30, 2006 Report Share Posted July 30, 2006 Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > <skywords@> > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > > > > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the bobbers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and the rockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the boppers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and the shockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the knockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and the sockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ~ > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you speak of treasure > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > but love's a texture > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love 's subtle > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > not a muddle > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > your throng relay > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > 's a long delay > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you seek to play > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > the huge display: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > all hyper > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > nothing righter > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much hype > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to be ripe > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much motion > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to be ocean > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love's pacific > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > not specific > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > for you it's always something > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > always shrill > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is nothing > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is still > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > nice poem....I love it. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > .........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > then stop the co-motion > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and start the co ocean! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (; > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (less prolix, please!) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > :-)) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Anchors Away Lads! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > bobman overboard! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > not a chance.....the captain stays with the > > > > ship.....sides > > > > > > even > > > > > > > > if I > > > > > > > > > > went wet, over starboard or port, or transom or > > > > hull.....I'm > > > > > > a > > > > > > > > > > boober...I FLOAT kiddo.....all in the name of Love > > and > > > > with > > > > > > such > > > > > > > > > > grace it's astounding to lanlubbers anywhere. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ......bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > what's all this > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ceaseless > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ceaseless > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > flailing, > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > flailing, > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > then? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > as you so clearly see.....I am a mirror. Within this > > mirror > > > > of > > > > > > > > calmness, torrents are reflected back unto themselves. > > While > > > > > > > > remaining all unaffected, the mirror while mirroring > > without > > > > > > effort, > > > > > > > > remains the epitome of calm and grace....and but shows to > > > > those > > > > > > who > > > > > > > > dare and peek...the ceaseless flailing, and ranting and > > > > raving, > > > > > > that > > > > > > > > sets them to say, " Mirror Mirror on the wall, Who's the > > > > fairest > > > > > > of > > > > > > > > them all " ..and in due time, with due respect and glorious > > > > truth, > > > > > > this > > > > > > > > mirror doth tell and show what is the case, of the looker > > and > > > > > > asker > > > > > > > > that dares it to face.........and calmly the comley > > Mirror > > > > is > > > > > > > > humbled and honored by the belief in the Mirror's Honest > > > > Truth, > > > > > > that > > > > > > > > the asker and viewer doth witness of Itself and > > themselves. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ...bob (shining and gleaming for all to see, and to see > > > > > > themselves) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > the mirror is cold > > > > > > > > > > > > > > the heart is warm > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I tried so hard my dear to show that youre my every dream. > > > > > > Yet youre afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme > > > > > > A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart > > > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold > > heart > > > > > > > > > > > > Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue > > > > > > And so my heart is paying now for things I didnt do > > > > > > In anger unkind words are said that make the teardrops start > > > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind,and melt your cold cold > > heart > > > > > > > > > > > > Youll never know how much it hurts to see you sat and cry > > > > > > You know you need and want my love yet youre afraid to try > > > > > > Why do you run and hide from lies,to try it just aint smart > > > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold > > heart > > > > > > > > > > > > There was a time when I believed that you belonged to me > > > > > > But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory > > > > > > The more I learn to care for you,the more we drift apart > > > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold > > heart > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ...bob Hank Williams Mirror > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > less passion > > > > > > > > > > more compassion > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > It's the Mirror that bothers you. It only reflects what is there > > to > > > > reflect. The Light of the Mirror is Bright and Clear, and as all > > > > Light is......very warm. But if the heart that presents itself > > before > > > > the mirror is cold, the warmth of the light cannot be felt nor > > > > perceived, nor known by that cold cold heart of imagined > > compassion. > > > > Without passion, no compassion. Love of Self than Love of Other. > > IT > > > > works no other way. The Way is Easy, the Way is Open, the Way > > > > Invites, the Way Ignites the Passion of Compassion. it is only > > the > > > > coldness of the perceiver that is reflecting back to the one who > > sees > > > > the Mirror as cold. For indeed the Mirror, knowing no Prejudice, > > > > Reflects the Flaming and Burning Desire of All, and the All of > > > > Desires End...and the Lack of same as well. Endless, Fathomless, > > > > Unknown but by Recognition of what it is given to Reflect, the > > Mirror > > > > knows no one, no thing, no need, no judgements of what is Grace, > > or > > > > Love, or Passion, or Compassion. It Is and Lets Live. > > > > > > > > .......bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > there is warm light > > > > > > there is cold light > > > > > > but the heart's inner glow > > > > > > is unmistakable > > > > > > > > > ... > > as with light, the heart can be warm or cold. the inner glow is not > > necessarily one or the other. the Mirror reflects only what is there > > inside and out. the glow may be unmistakable, but both the reflection > > and the glow can swing either way depending on Truth, and Truth > > Alone. Not wishes nor fishes nor cliches can change Truth nor the > > Mirror that reflects it without such judgement. To the Mirror of > > Truth there is no warm or cold with hearts or perceivers......only > > they who perceive, see their reflection with judgement. If they 'see' > > the light as cold, it IS cold.. as so is the perceiver who projects > > this assessment of that reflection. based on their own inner core, > > and quite mistakenly believe that it is a condition of the Light or > > the Mirror. It is none other than themself.This is the unmistakable > > Truth of the Mirror.......casting no judgements only reflections. On > > Good or Bad, Warm or Cold, Lovely or Unlovely....It knows nothing and > > not. It Is That It IS. Only reflective vapor takes itself as seperate > > and with conditions, causes and qualities......all of this is > > illusion in judgment and seperation. > > > > ......bob > > > > > visual imagery's imaginary, > > prolix incessant necessities > > > look in not out > > just feeling > > > beyond contraries > > > ... why so contrary? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 30, 2006 Report Share Posted July 30, 2006 Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > > wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > <Roberibus111@> > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > <skywords@> > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > > > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > > > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > > > > > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the bobbers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and the rockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the boppers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and the shockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the knockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and the sockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ~ > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you speak of treasure > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > but love's a texture > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love 's subtle > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > not a muddle > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > your throng relay > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > 's a long delay > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you seek to play > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > the huge display: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > all hyper > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > nothing righter > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much hype > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to be ripe > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much motion > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to be ocean > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love's pacific > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > not specific > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > for you it's always something > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > always shrill > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is nothing > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is still > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > nice poem....I love it. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > .........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > then stop the co-motion > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and start the co ocean! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (; > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (less prolix, please!) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > :-)) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Anchors Away Lads! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > bobman overboard! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > not a chance.....the captain stays with the > > > > > ship.....sides > > > > > > > even > > > > > > > > > if I > > > > > > > > > > > went wet, over starboard or port, or transom or > > > > > hull.....I'm > > > > > > > a > > > > > > > > > > > boober...I FLOAT kiddo.....all in the name of > Love > > > and > > > > > with > > > > > > > such > > > > > > > > > > > grace it's astounding to lanlubbers anywhere. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ......bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > what's all this > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ceaseless > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ceaseless > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > flailing, > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > flailing, > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > then? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > as you so clearly see.....I am a mirror. Within this > > > mirror > > > > > of > > > > > > > > > calmness, torrents are reflected back unto > themselves. > > > While > > > > > > > > > remaining all unaffected, the mirror while mirroring > > > without > > > > > > > effort, > > > > > > > > > remains the epitome of calm and grace....and but > shows to > > > > > those > > > > > > > who > > > > > > > > > dare and peek...the ceaseless flailing, and ranting > and > > > > > raving, > > > > > > > that > > > > > > > > > sets them to say, " Mirror Mirror on the wall, Who's > the > > > > > fairest > > > > > > > of > > > > > > > > > them all " ..and in due time, with due respect and > glorious > > > > > truth, > > > > > > > this > > > > > > > > > mirror doth tell and show what is the case, of the > looker > > > and > > > > > > > asker > > > > > > > > > that dares it to face.........and calmly the comley > > > Mirror > > > > > is > > > > > > > > > humbled and honored by the belief in the Mirror's > Honest > > > > > Truth, > > > > > > > that > > > > > > > > > the asker and viewer doth witness of Itself and > > > themselves. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ...bob (shining and gleaming for all to see, and to > see > > > > > > > themselves) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > the mirror is cold > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > the heart is warm > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I tried so hard my dear to show that youre my every dream. > > > > > > > Yet youre afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme > > > > > > > A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart > > > > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold > cold > > > heart > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue > > > > > > > And so my heart is paying now for things I didnt do > > > > > > > In anger unkind words are said that make the teardrops > start > > > > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind,and melt your cold > cold > > > heart > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Youll never know how much it hurts to see you sat and cry > > > > > > > You know you need and want my love yet youre afraid to try > > > > > > > Why do you run and hide from lies,to try it just aint > smart > > > > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold > cold > > > heart > > > > > > > > > > > > > > There was a time when I believed that you belonged to me > > > > > > > But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory > > > > > > > The more I learn to care for you,the more we drift apart > > > > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold > cold > > > heart > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ...bob Hank Williams Mirror > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > less passion > > > > > > > > > > > > more compassion > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > It's the Mirror that bothers you. It only reflects what is > there > > > to > > > > > reflect. The Light of the Mirror is Bright and Clear, and as > all > > > > > Light is......very warm. But if the heart that presents > itself > > > before > > > > > the mirror is cold, the warmth of the light cannot be felt > nor > > > > > perceived, nor known by that cold cold heart of imagined > > > compassion. > > > > > Without passion, no compassion. Love of Self than Love of > Other. > > > IT > > > > > works no other way. The Way is Easy, the Way is Open, the Way > > > > > Invites, the Way Ignites the Passion of Compassion. it is > only > > > the > > > > > coldness of the perceiver that is reflecting back to the one > who > > > sees > > > > > the Mirror as cold. For indeed the Mirror, knowing no > Prejudice, > > > > > Reflects the Flaming and Burning Desire of All, and the All > of > > > > > Desires End...and the Lack of same as well. Endless, > Fathomless, > > > > > Unknown but by Recognition of what it is given to Reflect, > the > > > Mirror > > > > > knows no one, no thing, no need, no judgements of what is > Grace, > > > or > > > > > Love, or Passion, or Compassion. It Is and Lets Live. > > > > > > > > > > .......bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > there is warm light > > > > > > > > there is cold light > > > > > > > > but the heart's inner glow > > > > > > > > is unmistakable > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > as with light, the heart can be warm or cold. the inner glow is > not > > > necessarily one or the other. the Mirror reflects only what is > there > > > inside and out. the glow may be unmistakable, but both the > reflection > > > and the glow can swing either way depending on Truth, and Truth > > > Alone. Not wishes nor fishes nor cliches can change Truth nor the > > > Mirror that reflects it without such judgement. To the Mirror of > > > Truth there is no warm or cold with hearts or > perceivers......only > > > they who perceive, see their reflection with judgement. If > they 'see' > > > the light as cold, it IS cold.. as so is the perceiver who > projects > > > this assessment of that reflection. based on their own inner > core, > > > and quite mistakenly believe that it is a condition of the Light > or > > > the Mirror. It is none other than themself.This is the > unmistakable > > > Truth of the Mirror.......casting no judgements only reflections. > On > > > Good or Bad, Warm or Cold, Lovely or Unlovely....It knows nothing > and > > > not. It Is That It IS. Only reflective vapor takes itself as > seperate > > > and with conditions, causes and qualities......all of this is > > > illusion in judgment and seperation. > > > > > > ......bob > > > > > > > > > visual imagery's imaginary, > > > > prolix incessant necessities > > > > > > look in not out > > > > just feeling > > > > > > beyond contraries > > > > > > ... > why so contrary? > lies die hard .... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 30, 2006 Report Share Posted July 30, 2006 Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > <skywords@> > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > > > > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > > > > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > > > > > > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the bobbers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and the rockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the boppers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and the shockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the knockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and the sockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ~ > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you speak of treasure > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > but love's a texture > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love 's subtle > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > not a muddle > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > your throng relay > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > 's a long delay > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you seek to play > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > the huge display: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > all hyper > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > nothing righter > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much hype > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to be ripe > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much motion > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to be ocean > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love's pacific > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > not specific > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > for you it's always something > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > always shrill > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is nothing > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is still > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > nice poem....I love it. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > .........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > then stop the co-motion > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and start the co ocean! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (; > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (less prolix, please!) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > :-)) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Anchors Away Lads! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > bobman overboard! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > not a chance.....the captain stays with the > > > > > > ship.....sides > > > > > > > > even > > > > > > > > > > if I > > > > > > > > > > > > went wet, over starboard or port, or transom or > > > > > > hull.....I'm > > > > > > > > a > > > > > > > > > > > > boober...I FLOAT kiddo.....all in the name of > > Love > > > > and > > > > > > with > > > > > > > > such > > > > > > > > > > > > grace it's astounding to lanlubbers anywhere. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ......bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > what's all this > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ceaseless > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ceaseless > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > flailing, > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > flailing, > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > then? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > as you so clearly see.....I am a mirror. Within this > > > > mirror > > > > > > of > > > > > > > > > > calmness, torrents are reflected back unto > > themselves. > > > > While > > > > > > > > > > remaining all unaffected, the mirror while mirroring > > > > without > > > > > > > > effort, > > > > > > > > > > remains the epitome of calm and grace....and but > > shows to > > > > > > those > > > > > > > > who > > > > > > > > > > dare and peek...the ceaseless flailing, and ranting > > and > > > > > > raving, > > > > > > > > that > > > > > > > > > > sets them to say, " Mirror Mirror on the wall, Who's > > the > > > > > > fairest > > > > > > > > of > > > > > > > > > > them all " ..and in due time, with due respect and > > glorious > > > > > > truth, > > > > > > > > this > > > > > > > > > > mirror doth tell and show what is the case, of the > > looker > > > > and > > > > > > > > asker > > > > > > > > > > that dares it to face.........and calmly the comley > > > > Mirror > > > > > > is > > > > > > > > > > humbled and honored by the belief in the Mirror's > > Honest > > > > > > Truth, > > > > > > > > that > > > > > > > > > > the asker and viewer doth witness of Itself and > > > > themselves. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ...bob (shining and gleaming for all to see, and to > > see > > > > > > > > themselves) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > the mirror is cold > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > the heart is warm > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I tried so hard my dear to show that youre my every dream. > > > > > > > > Yet youre afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme > > > > > > > > A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart > > > > > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold > > cold > > > > heart > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue > > > > > > > > And so my heart is paying now for things I didnt do > > > > > > > > In anger unkind words are said that make the teardrops > > start > > > > > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind,and melt your cold > > cold > > > > heart > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Youll never know how much it hurts to see you sat and cry > > > > > > > > You know you need and want my love yet youre afraid to try > > > > > > > > Why do you run and hide from lies,to try it just aint > > smart > > > > > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold > > cold > > > > heart > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > There was a time when I believed that you belonged to me > > > > > > > > But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory > > > > > > > > The more I learn to care for you,the more we drift apart > > > > > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold > > cold > > > > heart > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ...bob Hank Williams Mirror > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > less passion > > > > > > > > > > > > > > more compassion > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > It's the Mirror that bothers you. It only reflects what is > > there > > > > to > > > > > > reflect. The Light of the Mirror is Bright and Clear, and as > > all > > > > > > Light is......very warm. But if the heart that presents > > itself > > > > before > > > > > > the mirror is cold, the warmth of the light cannot be felt > > nor > > > > > > perceived, nor known by that cold cold heart of imagined > > > > compassion. > > > > > > Without passion, no compassion. Love of Self than Love of > > Other. > > > > IT > > > > > > works no other way. The Way is Easy, the Way is Open, the Way > > > > > > Invites, the Way Ignites the Passion of Compassion. it is > > only > > > > the > > > > > > coldness of the perceiver that is reflecting back to the one > > who > > > > sees > > > > > > the Mirror as cold. For indeed the Mirror, knowing no > > Prejudice, > > > > > > Reflects the Flaming and Burning Desire of All, and the All > > of > > > > > > Desires End...and the Lack of same as well. Endless, > > Fathomless, > > > > > > Unknown but by Recognition of what it is given to Reflect, > > the > > > > Mirror > > > > > > knows no one, no thing, no need, no judgements of what is > > Grace, > > > > or > > > > > > Love, or Passion, or Compassion. It Is and Lets Live. > > > > > > > > > > > > .......bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > there is warm light > > > > > > > > > > there is cold light > > > > > > > > > > but the heart's inner glow > > > > > > > > > > is unmistakable > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > as with light, the heart can be warm or cold. the inner glow is > > not > > > > necessarily one or the other. the Mirror reflects only what is > > there > > > > inside and out. the glow may be unmistakable, but both the > > reflection > > > > and the glow can swing either way depending on Truth, and Truth > > > > Alone. Not wishes nor fishes nor cliches can change Truth nor the > > > > Mirror that reflects it without such judgement. To the Mirror of > > > > Truth there is no warm or cold with hearts or > > perceivers......only > > > > they who perceive, see their reflection with judgement. If > > they 'see' > > > > the light as cold, it IS cold.. as so is the perceiver who > > projects > > > > this assessment of that reflection. based on their own inner > > core, > > > > and quite mistakenly believe that it is a condition of the Light > > or > > > > the Mirror. It is none other than themself.This is the > > unmistakable > > > > Truth of the Mirror.......casting no judgements only reflections. > > On > > > > Good or Bad, Warm or Cold, Lovely or Unlovely....It knows nothing > > and > > > > not. It Is That It IS. Only reflective vapor takes itself as > > seperate > > > > and with conditions, causes and qualities......all of this is > > > > illusion in judgment and seperation. > > > > > > > > ......bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > visual imagery's imaginary, > > > > > > prolix incessant necessities > > > > > > > > > look in not out > > > > > > just feeling > > > > > > > > > beyond contraries > > > > > > > > > ... > > why so contrary? > > > > lies die hard > > ... Easy Death......Bubba Free John......nothing is a lie......nothing dies.........nothing is true.......nothing lives. ........bob Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 30, 2006 Report Share Posted July 30, 2006 Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > > wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > <Roberibus111@> > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > <skywords@> > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > > > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > > > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > > > > > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In > > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > > > > > > > > > > > > <Roberibus111@> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " > > > > > > > > > > > <skywords@> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the bobbers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and the rockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the boppers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and the shockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to the knockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and the sockers > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ~ > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you speak of treasure > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > but love's a texture > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love 's subtle > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > not a muddle > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > your throng relay > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > 's a long delay > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you seek to play > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > the huge display: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > all hyper > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > nothing righter > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much hype > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to be ripe > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > too much motion > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > to be ocean > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love's pacific > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > not specific > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > for you it's always something > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > always shrill > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is nothing > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > love is still > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > nice poem....I love it. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > .........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > then stop the co-motion > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > and start the co ocean! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (; > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (less prolix, please!) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > :-)) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Anchors Away Lads! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ........bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > bobman overboard! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > not a chance.....the captain stays with the > > > > > > > ship.....sides > > > > > > > > > even > > > > > > > > > > > if I > > > > > > > > > > > > > went wet, over starboard or port, or transom > or > > > > > > > hull.....I'm > > > > > > > > > a > > > > > > > > > > > > > boober...I FLOAT kiddo.....all in the name of > > > Love > > > > > and > > > > > > > with > > > > > > > > > such > > > > > > > > > > > > > grace it's astounding to lanlubbers anywhere. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ......bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > what's all this > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ceaseless > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ceaseless > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > flailing, > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > flailing, > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > then? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > as you so clearly see.....I am a mirror. Within > this > > > > > mirror > > > > > > > of > > > > > > > > > > > calmness, torrents are reflected back unto > > > themselves. > > > > > While > > > > > > > > > > > remaining all unaffected, the mirror while > mirroring > > > > > without > > > > > > > > > effort, > > > > > > > > > > > remains the epitome of calm and grace....and but > > > shows to > > > > > > > those > > > > > > > > > who > > > > > > > > > > > dare and peek...the ceaseless flailing, and > ranting > > > and > > > > > > > raving, > > > > > > > > > that > > > > > > > > > > > sets them to say, " Mirror Mirror on the wall, > Who's > > > the > > > > > > > fairest > > > > > > > > > of > > > > > > > > > > > them all " ..and in due time, with due respect and > > > glorious > > > > > > > truth, > > > > > > > > > this > > > > > > > > > > > mirror doth tell and show what is the case, of > the > > > looker > > > > > and > > > > > > > > > asker > > > > > > > > > > > that dares it to face.........and calmly the > comley > > > > > Mirror > > > > > > > is > > > > > > > > > > > humbled and honored by the belief in the Mirror's > > > Honest > > > > > > > Truth, > > > > > > > > > that > > > > > > > > > > > the asker and viewer doth witness of Itself and > > > > > themselves. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ...bob (shining and gleaming for all to see, and > to > > > see > > > > > > > > > themselves) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > the mirror is cold > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > the heart is warm > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I tried so hard my dear to show that youre my every > dream. > > > > > > > > > Yet youre afraid each thing I do is just some evil > scheme > > > > > > > > > A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart > > > > > > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold > > > cold > > > > > heart > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Another love before my time made your heart sad and > blue > > > > > > > > > And so my heart is paying now for things I didnt do > > > > > > > > > In anger unkind words are said that make the > teardrops > > > start > > > > > > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind,and melt your cold > > > cold > > > > > heart > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Youll never know how much it hurts to see you sat and > cry > > > > > > > > > You know you need and want my love yet youre afraid > to try > > > > > > > > > Why do you run and hide from lies,to try it just aint > > > smart > > > > > > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold > > > cold > > > > > heart > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > There was a time when I believed that you belonged to > me > > > > > > > > > But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory > > > > > > > > > The more I learn to care for you,the more we drift > apart > > > > > > > > > Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold > > > cold > > > > > heart > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ...bob Hank Williams Mirror > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > less passion > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > more compassion > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > It's the Mirror that bothers you. It only reflects what > is > > > there > > > > > to > > > > > > > reflect. The Light of the Mirror is Bright and Clear, and > as > > > all > > > > > > > Light is......very warm. But if the heart that presents > > > itself > > > > > before > > > > > > > the mirror is cold, the warmth of the light cannot be > felt > > > nor > > > > > > > perceived, nor known by that cold cold heart of imagined > > > > > compassion. > > > > > > > Without passion, no compassion. Love of Self than Love of > > > Other. > > > > > IT > > > > > > > works no other way. The Way is Easy, the Way is Open, the > Way > > > > > > > Invites, the Way Ignites the Passion of Compassion. it is > > > only > > > > > the > > > > > > > coldness of the perceiver that is reflecting back to the > one > > > who > > > > > sees > > > > > > > the Mirror as cold. For indeed the Mirror, knowing no > > > Prejudice, > > > > > > > Reflects the Flaming and Burning Desire of All, and the > All > > > of > > > > > > > Desires End...and the Lack of same as well. Endless, > > > Fathomless, > > > > > > > Unknown but by Recognition of what it is given to > Reflect, > > > the > > > > > Mirror > > > > > > > knows no one, no thing, no need, no judgements of what is > > > Grace, > > > > > or > > > > > > > Love, or Passion, or Compassion. It Is and Lets Live. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > .......bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > there is warm light > > > > > > > > > > > > there is cold light > > > > > > > > > > > > but the heart's inner glow > > > > > > > > > > > > is unmistakable > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > > > as with light, the heart can be warm or cold. the inner glow > is > > > not > > > > > necessarily one or the other. the Mirror reflects only what > is > > > there > > > > > inside and out. the glow may be unmistakable, but both the > > > reflection > > > > > and the glow can swing either way depending on Truth, and > Truth > > > > > Alone. Not wishes nor fishes nor cliches can change Truth nor > the > > > > > Mirror that reflects it without such judgement. To the Mirror > of > > > > > Truth there is no warm or cold with hearts or > > > perceivers......only > > > > > they who perceive, see their reflection with judgement. If > > > they 'see' > > > > > the light as cold, it IS cold.. as so is the perceiver who > > > projects > > > > > this assessment of that reflection. based on their own inner > > > core, > > > > > and quite mistakenly believe that it is a condition of the > Light > > > or > > > > > the Mirror. It is none other than themself.This is the > > > unmistakable > > > > > Truth of the Mirror.......casting no judgements only > reflections. > > > On > > > > > Good or Bad, Warm or Cold, Lovely or Unlovely....It knows > nothing > > > and > > > > > not. It Is That It IS. Only reflective vapor takes itself as > > > seperate > > > > > and with conditions, causes and qualities......all of this is > > > > > illusion in judgment and seperation. > > > > > > > > > > ......bob > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > visual imagery's imaginary, > > > > > > > > prolix incessant necessities > > > > > > > > > > > > look in not out > > > > > > > > just feeling > > > > > > > > > > > > beyond contraries > > > > > > > > > > > > ... > > > why so contrary? > > > > > > > lies die hard > > > > ... > Easy Death......Bubba Free John......nothing is a lie......nothing > dies.........nothing is true.......nothing lives. > > ........bob > still big lies die hardest truth lives easiest .... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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