Guest guest Posted October 4, 2006 Report Share Posted October 4, 2006 The neurons remembered a door opening onto a vast plane and associated the events that preceded that most amazing experience......to that which occured just prior to the delight.......and they wanted more. They came to believe that isolated events and isolated individuals could benefit them in their spiritual search and the search switched from seeking the experience of joy to searching for their assumed cause. Anything that happened just prior to the joy could become the assumed cause......perhaps a meditation.....a prayer....a drug....a lover......perhaps a face of the one speaking the words that precipitated the joy. The light had etched a pattern in the silver nitrate crystals that resembled the face of a human being. The face became associated with the joy. *************************************************************** You search the shadowlands...... for an idea........while all the time.... deep within the labryinth of who you are.......the joy swirls.....waiting only for a window. toombaru Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 4, 2006 Report Share Posted October 4, 2006 Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain wrote: > > > > > The neurons remembered a door opening onto a vast plane and associated > the events that preceded that most amazing experience......to that > which occured just prior to the delight.......and they wanted more. > > > They came to believe that isolated events and isolated individuals > could benefit them in their spiritual search and the search switched > from seeking the experience of joy to searching for their assumed cause. > > Anything that happened just prior to the joy could become the assumed > cause......perhaps a meditation.....a prayer....a drug....a > lover......perhaps a face of the one speaking the words that > precipitated the joy. > > > > > The light had etched a pattern in the silver nitrate crystals that > resembled the face of a human being. > > > > The face became associated with the joy. > > > > > > *************************************************************** > > You search the shadowlands...... for an idea........while all the time.... > > deep within the labryinth of who you are.......the joy > > > swirls.....waiting only for a window. > > > > toombaru > i. In the beginning the world opened and i fell to earth here I sat wondering, miracles of how clouds float by and how the sky fits the earth. ii. There'sa light in the window a candle is flickering... when I was a moth, I fell in love with its fire, when i was a believer I looked into the darkness into shadows dancing into the ong lonely night, when I was song we sang I became One...with the Light...in any window. iii. I am learning how to live in the abyss of yself flying ever-so-oftenwith a flock of seagulls just inside my awareness, just outside my window, here, where the wind lifts me and caries me home. Home toomie, how where love grows rampant as every fucking living thing there is and isn't in all the dreams that hold us, bind us and pass away unused and all the schemes of dreamers who abondon us to fend for ourselves, to make do with nothing at all in our hearts but this love. This gnawing cruicifying Love that I can't give away, I can't keep to myself, and that eats me alive and destroys every thought I have ever had, and I know will take my last breath and leave me with nothing not even a memory of how it was, that it was, or could have been, just this one moment of time when we meet in the one truthful decision I have ever made: To live and die for love. Anna Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 4, 2006 Report Share Posted October 4, 2006 Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain@> > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > The neurons remembered a door opening onto a vast plane and > associated > > the events that preceded that most amazing experience......to that > > which occured just prior to the delight.......and they wanted more. > > > > > > They came to believe that isolated events and isolated individuals > > could benefit them in their spiritual search and the search > switched > > from seeking the experience of joy to searching for their assumed > cause. > > > > Anything that happened just prior to the joy could become the > assumed > > cause......perhaps a meditation.....a prayer....a drug....a > > lover......perhaps a face of the one speaking the words that > > precipitated the joy. > > > > > > > > > > The light had etched a pattern in the silver nitrate crystals that > > resembled the face of a human being. > > > > > > > > The face became associated with the joy. > > > > > > > > > > > > *************************************************************** > > > > You search the shadowlands...... for an idea........while all the > time.... > > > > deep within the labryinth of who you are.......the joy > > > > > > swirls.....waiting only for a window. > > > > > > > > toombaru > > > > > i. > > In the beginning > the world opened > and I fell to earth here I sat > wondering, > miracles of how clouds > float by > and how the sky fits the earth. > > ii. > > There's a light in the window > a candle is flickering... > > when I was a moth, > I fell in love > with its fire, > > when I was a believer > I looked into the darkness > into shadows dancing > into the long lonely night, > when I was song we sang > I became One...with the Light...in any window. > > iii. > > I am learning how to live in the abyss > of myself > flying ever-so-often with a flock of seagulls > just inside my awareness, > just outside my window, > here, > where the wind lifts me > and caries me home. > > > > > > Home toomie, how where love grows rampant as every fucking living > thing there is and isn't in all the dreams that hold us, bind us and > pass away unused and all the schemes of dreamers who abondon us to > fend for ourselves, to make do with nothing at all in our hearts > but this love. This gnawing crucifying Love that I can't give away, > I can't keep to myself, and that eats me alive and destroys every > thought I have ever had, and I know will take my last breath and > leave me with nothing not even a memory of how it was, that it was, > or could have been, just this one moment of time when we meet in the > one truthful decision I have ever made: To live and die for love. > > Anna > My stress: writing, typo-correcting before i return to work. LOL. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 4, 2006 Report Share Posted October 4, 2006 Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana@> > wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain@> > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > The neurons remembered a door opening onto a vast plane and > > associated > > > the events that preceded that most amazing experience......to > that > > > which occured just prior to the delight.......and they wanted > more. > > > > > > > > > They came to believe that isolated events and isolated > individuals > > > could benefit them in their spiritual search and the search > > switched > > > from seeking the experience of joy to searching for their > assumed > > cause. > > > > > > Anything that happened just prior to the joy could become the > > assumed > > > cause......perhaps a meditation.....a prayer....a drug....a > > > lover......perhaps a face of the one speaking the words that > > > precipitated the joy. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > The light had etched a pattern in the silver nitrate crystals > that > > > resembled the face of a human being. > > > > > > > > > > > > The face became associated with the joy. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > *************************************************************** > > > > > > You search the shadowlands...... for an idea........while all > the > > time.... > > > > > > deep within the labryinth of who you are.......the joy > > > > > > > > > swirls.....waiting only for a window. > > > > > > > > > > > > toombaru > > > > > > > > > i. > > > > In the beginning > > the world opened > > and I fell to earth here I sat > > wondering, > > miracles of how clouds > > float by > > and how the sky fits the earth. > > > > ii. > > > > There's a light in the window > > a candle is flickering... > > > > when I was a moth, > > I fell in love > > with its fire, > > > > when I was a believer > > I looked into the darkness > > into shadows dancing > > into the long lonely night, > > when I was song we sang > > I became One...with the Light...in any window. > > > > iii. > > > > I am learning how to live in the abyss > > of myself > > flying ever-so-often with a flock of seagulls > > just inside my awareness, > > just outside my window, > > here, > > where the wind lifts me > > and caries me home. > > > > > > > > > > > > Home toomie, how where love grows rampant as every fucking living > > thing there is and isn't in all the dreams that hold us, bind us > and > > pass away unused and all the schemes of dreamers who abondon us to > > fend for ourselves, to make do with nothing at all in our hearts > > but this love. This gnawing crucifying Love that I can't give > away, > > I can't keep to myself, and that eats me alive and destroys every > > thought I have ever had, and I know will take my last breath and > > leave me with nothing not even a memory of how it was, that it > was, > > or could have been, just this one moment of time when we meet in > the > > one truthful decision I have ever made: To live and die for love. > > > > Anna > > > > My stress: writing, typo-correcting before i return to work. > LOL. > I liked it uncorrected.........spilling out just so......from a mind overflowing............... toombaru Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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