Guest guest Posted November 26, 2006 Report Share Posted November 26, 2006 The opposite of everything Is always also true Including and Excluding This. When one lives that State of Infinite Possibility.... Well, if and when you get there: you tell me For me that state Is graced Unto me When there is no longer Any tendency to control Self or Other Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 26, 2006 Report Share Posted November 26, 2006 Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > > > The opposite of everything > > Is always also true > > > Including and > > Excluding > > > This. > > > When one lives that > > State of > > Infinite Possibility.... > > > > Well, if and when you get there: > > you tell me > > > > > For me that state > > > Is graced > > > Unto me > > > When there is no longer > > > Any tendency to control > > > Self > > or > > Other > When the day has been too long and the night has been too cold I will rest my weary heart in Your tenderest hands in Your Soul And the fragrance of the blue lotus will open will embrace two bodies One Lover, returning to the mud... 8/30/06 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 27, 2006 Report Share Posted November 27, 2006 Well, if and when you get there: you tell me. For me that state is graced unto me. That's nice! But who is you and me? How does the heart contain IT all, not room enough in space, how can you see the faceless in every single place? THE RIVER STYX Time for the gathering of my days, an end to worn out words and ways, I lay in whitened shroud, the boatman's head is bowed, on this my two way journey across The River Styx. My eyes bereft of sight We sailed into the night, hardly afloat in this my shallow boat on this my two way journey across The River Styx. A penny for his prize, and two to close my eyes, a spectre dark, the way he thread to the island of the dead on this my two way journey across The River Styx. In that dark place, where light began to gleam I lost my life escaping from the dream, all was then still, no now nor then in my return I was a different I than when I took my two way journey across the River Styx. Tommy. By the way, Anna, I see you, hear you, feel you . . . . . for now. Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > > > The opposite of everything > > Is always also true > > > Including and > > Excluding > > > This. > > > When one lives that > > State of > > Infinite Possibility.... > > > > Well, if and when you get there: > > you tell me > > > > > For me that state > > > Is graced > > > Unto me > > > When there is no longer > > > Any tendency to control > > > Self > > or > > Other > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 27, 2006 Report Share Posted November 27, 2006 Nisargadatta , " one1nottwo2 " <one1nottwo2 wrote: > > > > Well, if and when you get there: you tell me. For me that state is > graced unto me. > > That's nice! But who is you and me? > > How does the heart contain IT all, > not room enough in space, > how can you see the faceless > in every single place? > > > > THE RIVER STYX > > Time for the gathering of my days, > an end to worn out words and ways, > I lay in whitened shroud, > the boatman's head is bowed, > on this my two way journey > across The River Styx. > > My eyes bereft of sight > We sailed into the night, > hardly afloat > in this my shallow boat > on this my two way journey > across The River Styx. > > A penny for his prize, > and two to close my eyes, > a spectre dark, the way he thread > to the island of the dead > on this my two way journey > across The River Styx. > > In that dark place, where light began to gleam > I lost my life escaping from the dream, > all was then still, no now nor then > in my return I was a different I than when > I took my two way journey > across the River Styx. > > Tommy. > > By the way, Anna, > I see you, > hear > you, > > > feel you . . . . . for now. > > > > " ...five, six, pick-up styx! " seven eight graduate nine ten see if you rate eleven twelve gee I'm great! thirteen fourteen don't I gleem? fifteen sixteen I'm the cream seventeen, eighteen gosh, you're mean nineteen twenty this is plenty > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > wrote: > > > > > > > > The opposite of everything > > > > Is always also true > > > > > > Including and > > > > Excluding > > > > > > This. > > > > > > When one lives that > > > > State of > > > > Infinite Possibility.... > > > > > > > > Well, if and when you get there: > > > > you tell me > > > > > > > > > > For me that state > > > > > > Is graced > > > > > > Unto me > > > > > > When there is no longer > > > > > > Any tendency to control > > > > > > Self > > > > or > > > > Other > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 27, 2006 Report Share Posted November 27, 2006 Questions, questions, questions, I seem to have a million questions, one year ago I knew nothing about all of this, I seem to have been skirting around it all my life, foreever. I am now nearly 80 years old, my wife died 4 years ago with brain cancer after a long illness,I was on the point of suicide, a widower I live alone, a grandad and I knew nothing, I still know nothing. However, a year ago someone gave me a little book entitled " This " by Sri Poonja, I read it, couldn't really understand it, then one day on my PC I saw an image, Arunachala, I sortof took off somehow and ended up with Sri Ramana Maharshi, never having heard of him before, something happened, something snapped, don't know what, but I asked myself as he advised, " Who am I, who am I " I paint watercolors, I even painted a watercolor of the Hill, anyway, I went on a trip with my daughter and son-in-law to San Francisco, a quite ordinary trip, went to bed, woke up, went out onto the balcony of the second floor hotel and had the strangest experience in my whole life, there were mountains on all sides, a clear blue sky with one or two clouds, a flock of birds circling overhead, suddenly and somehow I wasn't myself, I was really the mountains, the blue sky, the clouds, the flock of birds, I can't explain it, it was very strange indeed, my daughter had come out of her room, she asked me, " What's wrong, dad, are you OK " I answered her best I could saying, " I have no idea, I don't know what's wrong with me, something just happened " Tommy. Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " one1nottwo2 " <one1nottwo2@> > wrote: > > > > > > > > Well, if and when you get there: you tell me. For me that state is > > graced unto me. > > > > That's nice! But who is you and me? > > > > How does the heart contain IT all, > > not room enough in space, > > how can you see the faceless > > in every single place? > > > > > > > > THE RIVER STYX > > > > Time for the gathering of my days, > > an end to worn out words and ways, > > I lay in whitened shroud, > > the boatman's head is bowed, > > on this my two way journey > > across The River Styx. > > > > My eyes bereft of sight > > We sailed into the night, > > hardly afloat > > in this my shallow boat > > on this my two way journey > > across The River Styx. > > > > A penny for his prize, > > and two to close my eyes, > > a spectre dark, the way he thread > > to the island of the dead > > on this my two way journey > > across The River Styx. > > > > In that dark place, where light began to gleam > > I lost my life escaping from the dream, > > all was then still, no now nor then > > in my return I was a different I than when > > I took my two way journey > > across the River Styx. > > > > Tommy. > > > > By the way, Anna, > > I see you, > > hear > > you, > > > > > > feel you . . . . . for now. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > " ...five, six, pick-up styx! " > > > seven eight > > > graduate > > > > nine ten > > > see if you rate > > > eleven twelve > > > > gee I'm great! > > > > > thirteen fourteen > > > > don't I gleem? > > > > fifteen sixteen > > > > I'm the cream > > > seventeen, eighteen > > > > gosh, you're mean > > > nineteen twenty > > > > > this is plenty > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > The opposite of everything > > > > > > Is always also true > > > > > > > > > Including and > > > > > > Excluding > > > > > > > > > This. > > > > > > > > > When one lives that > > > > > > State of > > > > > > Infinite Possibility.... > > > > > > > > > > > > Well, if and when you get there: > > > > > > you tell me > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > For me that state > > > > > > > > > Is graced > > > > > > > > > Unto me > > > > > > > > > When there is no longer > > > > > > > > > Any tendency to control > > > > > > > > > Self > > > > > > or > > > > > > Other > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 27, 2006 Report Share Posted November 27, 2006 Thank you Tommy, for share your experience. Raquel one1nottwo2 <one1nottwo2 escribió: Questions, questions, questions, I seem to have a million questions, one year ago I knew nothing about all of this, I seem to have been skirting around it all my life, foreever. I am now nearly 80 years old, my wife died 4 years ago with brain cancer after a long illness,I was on the point of suicide, a widower I live alone, a grandad and I knew nothing, I still know nothing. However, a year ago someone gave me a little book entitled " This " by Sri Poonja, I read it, couldn't really understand it, then one day on my PC I saw an image, Arunachala, I sortof took off somehow and ended up with Sri Ramana Maharshi, never having heard of him before, something happened, something snapped, don't know what, but I asked myself as he advised, " Who am I, who am I " I paint watercolors, I even painted a watercolor of the Hill, anyway, I went on a trip with my daughter and son-in-law to San Francisco, a quite ordinary trip, went to bed, woke up, went out onto the balcony of the second floor hotel and had the strangest experience in my whole life, there were mountains on all sides, a clear blue sky with one or two clouds, a flock of birds circling overhead, suddenly and somehow I wasn't myself, I was really the mountains, the blue sky, the clouds, the flock of birds, I can't explain it, it was very strange indeed, my daughter had come out of her room, she asked me, " What's wrong, dad, are you OK " I answered her best I could saying, " I have no idea, I don't know what's wrong with me, something just happened " Tommy. Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " one1nottwo2 " <one1nottwo2@> > wrote: > > > > > > > > Well, if and when you get there: you tell me. For me that state is > > graced unto me. > > > > That's nice! But who is you and me? > > > > How does the heart contain IT all, > > not room enough in space, > > how can you see the faceless > > in every single place? > > > > > > > > THE RIVER STYX > > > > Time for the gathering of my days, > > an end to worn out words and ways, > > I lay in whitened shroud, > > the boatman's head is bowed, > > on this my two way journey > > across The River Styx. > > > > My eyes bereft of sight > > We sailed into the night, > > hardly afloat > > in this my shallow boat > > on this my two way journey > > across The River Styx. > > > > A penny for his prize, > > and two to close my eyes, > > a spectre dark, the way he thread > > to the island of the dead > > on this my two way journey > > across The River Styx. > > > > In that dark place, where light began to gleam > > I lost my life escaping from the dream, > > all was then still, no now nor then > > in my return I was a different I than when > > I took my two way journey > > across the River Styx. > > > > Tommy. > > > > By the way, Anna, > > I see you, > > hear > > you, > > > > > > feel you . . . . . for now. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > " ...five, six, pick-up styx! " > > > seven eight > > > graduate > > > > nine ten > > > see if you rate > > > eleven twelve > > > > gee I'm great! > > > > > thirteen fourteen > > > > don't I gleem? > > > > fifteen sixteen > > > > I'm the cream > > > seventeen, eighteen > > > > gosh, you're mean > > > nineteen twenty > > > > > this is plenty > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords@> > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > The opposite of everything > > > > > > Is always also true > > > > > > > > > Including and > > > > > > Excluding > > > > > > > > > This. > > > > > > > > > When one lives that > > > > > > State of > > > > > > Infinite Possibility.... > > > > > > > > > > > > Well, if and when you get there: > > > > > > you tell me > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > For me that state > > > > > > > > > Is graced > > > > > > > > > Unto me > > > > > > > > > When there is no longer > > > > > > > > > Any tendency to control > > > > > > > > > Self > > > > > > or > > > > > > Other > > > > > > LLama Gratis a cualquier PC del Mundo. Llamadas a fijos y móviles desde 1 céntimo por minuto. http://es.voice. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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