Guest guest Posted December 27, 2006 Report Share Posted December 27, 2006 Christmas....forever....here & now greetings Marc Ps: ....give up your imaginary " you " ....then there will be " Christmas " ....everyday.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 27, 2006 Report Share Posted December 27, 2006 A poem for you: Someone from a group in the UK said this should be a song, what about it Bones? I love you. Wish you were here under my non-existent tree.;-) Snowflakes of Light At first you barely notice abiding love, an unknown synchronicity your eyes had not been focused on truth and beauty, free or the simple shades of harmony Like the first snowflakes, they keep-a-falling, but a gentle light is all around and now you hear a familiar melody, you hear the faintest sound. Day-by-day the sound is that much stronger and these days are growing longer, your mind falls ever silent as your steadfast heart beats inside this joyful noise These dreams are only your dreams. and these dreams keep-a-dreaming more dreams though you feel not one bit colder, your gentle hands are those of a peaceful warrior though you are all that much bolder. You stand outside, your arms open wide and you laugh with your inner child, remember truth with your kindest heart, as the snowflakes keep-a-falling and you make angels in the glistening snow, and you have heard your Beloved's calling Yet this snow was never cold, your love is inside out your heart is on your sleeve, and you wipe all your tears of joy, still a little girl, a little boy Christmas is always here somehow shining as the whitest light and the Light was always now. even in the long and darkest night Love and Light, Anna Nisargadatta , " dennis_travis33 " <tuvalu66 wrote: > > > Christmas....forever....here & now > > greetings > > Marc > > > Ps: ....give up your imaginary " you " ....then there will > be " Christmas " ....everyday.... > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 27, 2006 Report Share Posted December 27, 2006 Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana wrote: > > A poem for you: > > Someone from a group in the UK said this should be a song, what > about it Bones? > I love you. Wish you were here under my non-existent tree.;-) thanks for the poem.... i'm there under your non-existing tree... don't see me? Marc > > > > Snowflakes of Light > > At first you barely notice > abiding love, an unknown synchronicity > your eyes had not been focused > on truth and beauty, free > or the simple shades of harmony > > Like the first snowflakes, they keep-a-falling, > but a gentle light is all around > and now you hear a familiar melody, > you hear the faintest sound. > > Day-by-day the sound is that much stronger > and these days are growing longer, > your mind falls ever silent as your steadfast heart > beats inside this joyful noise > > These dreams are only your dreams. > and these dreams keep-a-dreaming more dreams > though you feel not one bit colder, > your gentle hands are those of a peaceful warrior > though you are all that much bolder. > > You stand outside, your arms open wide > and you laugh with your inner child, > remember truth with your kindest heart, > as the snowflakes keep-a-falling > and you make angels in the glistening snow, > and you have heard your Beloved's calling > > Yet this snow was never cold, > your love is inside out > your heart is on your sleeve, > and you wipe all your tears of joy, > still a little girl, a little boy > Christmas is always here somehow > shining as the whitest light > and the Light was always now. > even in the long and darkest night > > > Love and Light, > Anna > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " dennis_travis33 " > <tuvalu66@> wrote: > > > > > > Christmas....forever....here & now > > > > greetings > > > > Marc > > > > > > Ps: ....give up your imaginary " you " ....then there will > > be " Christmas " ....everyday.... > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 27, 2006 Report Share Posted December 27, 2006 Nisargadatta , " dennis_travis33 " <tuvalu66 wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana@> > wrote: > > > > A poem for you: > > > > Someone from a group in the UK said this should be a song, what > > about it Bones? > > I love you. Wish you were here under my non-existent tree.;-) > > > thanks for the poem.... > i'm there under your non-existing tree... > don't see me? > > and just about now, the trees are starting to lose their needles as our bones are losing our skin. until we are the vast emptiness from which we have emerged, like snowflakes, perfectly formed, evaporating into the oceans from which life came forth, returning, always returning... and no, I don't 'see' you 'Marc', we see our words here in this speed of light across the universe, typing as it were, the words that became flesh... ;-) hugs, neverthe less are in order ((((((Marc))))) > > Marc > > > > > > > > Snowflakes of Light > > > > At first you barely notice > > abiding love, an unknown synchronicity > > your eyes had not been focused > > on truth and beauty, free > > or the simple shades of harmony > > > > Like the first snowflakes, they keep-a-falling, > > but a gentle light is all around > > and now you hear a familiar melody, > > you hear the faintest sound. > > > > Day-by-day the sound is that much stronger > > and these days are growing longer, > > your mind falls ever silent as your steadfast heart > > beats inside this joyful noise > > > > These dreams are only your dreams. > > and these dreams keep-a-dreaming more dreams > > though you feel not one bit colder, > > your gentle hands are those of a peaceful warrior > > though you are all that much bolder. > > > > You stand outside, your arms open wide > > and you laugh with your inner child, > > remember truth with your kindest heart, > > as the snowflakes keep-a-falling > > and you make angels in the glistening snow, > > and you have heard your Beloved's calling > > > > Yet this snow was never cold, > > your love is inside out > > your heart is on your sleeve, > > and you wipe all your tears of joy, > > still a little girl, a little boy > > Christmas is always here somehow > > shining as the whitest light > > and the Light was always now. > > even in the long and darkest night > > > > > > Love and Light, > > Anna > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " dennis_travis33 " > > <tuvalu66@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > Christmas....forever....here & now > > > > > > greetings > > > > > > Marc > > > > > > > > > Ps: ....give up your imaginary " you " ....then there will > > > be " Christmas " ....everyday.... > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 28, 2006 Report Share Posted December 28, 2006 Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana wrote: > > > > > Nisargadatta , " dennis_travis33 " > <tuvalu66@> wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana@> > > wrote: > > > > > > A poem for you: > > > > > > Someone from a group in the UK said this should be a song, what > > > about it Bones? > > > I love you. Wish you were here under my non-existent tree.;-) > > > > > > thanks for the poem.... > > i'm there under your non-existing tree... > > don't see me? > > > > > > and just about now, the trees are starting to lose their needles as > our bones are losing our skin. until we are the vast emptiness from > which we have emerged, like snowflakes, perfectly formed, > evaporating into the oceans from which life came forth, returning, > always returning... > > and no, I don't 'see' you 'Marc', we see our words here in this > speed of light across the universe, typing as it were, the words > that became flesh... > > ;-) > > hugs, neverthe less are in order ((((((Marc))))) > > > > Marc imagine everybody in this imaginary world....give hugs to each.... ....no more discussion and concepts and whatever inventions would be necessary....to kill time & space..... in order to get emptyness.... again... and again Marc > > > > > > > > > > > > Snowflakes of Light > > > > > > At first you barely notice > > > abiding love, an unknown synchronicity > > > your eyes had not been focused > > > on truth and beauty, free > > > or the simple shades of harmony > > > > > > Like the first snowflakes, they keep-a-falling, > > > but a gentle light is all around > > > and now you hear a familiar melody, > > > you hear the faintest sound. > > > > > > Day-by-day the sound is that much stronger > > > and these days are growing longer, > > > your mind falls ever silent as your steadfast heart > > > beats inside this joyful noise > > > > > > These dreams are only your dreams. > > > and these dreams keep-a-dreaming more dreams > > > though you feel not one bit colder, > > > your gentle hands are those of a peaceful warrior > > > though you are all that much bolder. > > > > > > You stand outside, your arms open wide > > > and you laugh with your inner child, > > > remember truth with your kindest heart, > > > as the snowflakes keep-a-falling > > > and you make angels in the glistening snow, > > > and you have heard your Beloved's calling > > > > > > Yet this snow was never cold, > > > your love is inside out > > > your heart is on your sleeve, > > > and you wipe all your tears of joy, > > > still a little girl, a little boy > > > Christmas is always here somehow > > > shining as the whitest light > > > and the Light was always now. > > > even in the long and darkest night > > > > > > > > > Love and Light, > > > Anna > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " dennis_travis33 " > > > <tuvalu66@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > Christmas....forever....here & now > > > > > > > > greetings > > > > > > > > Marc > > > > > > > > > > > > Ps: ....give up your imaginary " you " ....then there will > > > > be " Christmas " ....everyday.... > > > > > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 28, 2006 Report Share Posted December 28, 2006 A VERY SPECIAL CHRISTMAS TREE Knuckle-heads, what is the spirit of Christmas? Is it like children in a Hindu orphanage in India playing with a make-do Christmas tree, not knowing who the fatherless Jesus was, not knowing God, his father in heaven, made Mary, his mother, pregnant, and went back to heaven, to enjoy himself abandoning his only son and Mary, his brief beloved, not knowing, Jesus grew up to be so arrogant as he proclaimed himself to be a Messiah, a super-duper divine-human, for which he was crucified and God, his father, damned him, did not descend down from heaven to rescue him, even momentarily? An old Hindu lady, the care-taker of an orphanage babbles that the orphans by some intuitive miracle imbued the spirit of Christmas - that they do not know what it is nor does she herself know what it is - but does wonder at everything trivial and makes them look important. But another wonder at Christmas at her trivial story is, she gets aye, aye from another Hindu man in England, celebrating the spirit of Christmas, not knowing what it is, beside decorating a Christmas tree at home and exchanging gifts. ~Ravi Kopra http://whitewings.sulekha.com/blog/post/2006/12/a-very-special-christmas-tree.ht\ m what are your thought, observations and views? do you have similar insightful poems to share? warm regards, Chandran Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 28, 2006 Report Share Posted December 28, 2006 Nisargadatta , " adichandran " <adichandran wrote: > > > > A VERY SPECIAL CHRISTMAS TREE > > Knuckle-heads, what is > the spirit of Christmas? > Is it like children in a Hindu > orphanage in India playing > with a make-do Christmas > tree, not knowing who the > fatherless Jesus was, > > not knowing God, his father in > heaven, made Mary, his mother, > pregnant, and went back to heaven, > to enjoy himself abandoning his only > son and Mary, his brief beloved, > > not knowing, Jesus grew up to be so > arrogant as he proclaimed himself > to be a Messiah, a super-duper divine-human, > for which he was crucified and > God, his father, damned him, > did not descend down from heaven > to rescue him, even momentarily? > > An old Hindu lady, the care-taker > of an orphanage babbles > that the orphans by some intuitive > miracle imbued the spirit of Christmas - > that they do not know what it is > nor does she herself know what it is - > but does wonder at everything > trivial and makes them look important. > > But another wonder at Christmas > at her trivial story is, she gets aye, > aye from another Hindu man in > England, celebrating the spirit of > Christmas, not knowing what it is, > beside decorating a Christmas > tree at home and exchanging gifts. > > ~Ravi Kopra > > http://whitewings.sulekha.com/blog/post/2006/12/a-very-special-christmas-tree.ht\ m > > > what are your thought, observations and views? > > do you have similar insightful poems to share? > > warm regards, > > Chandran > it's a beaut for numskulls, you must enjoy it. your grasp of the christian message and christmas story are unparalleled in knucle-headness and raw form. a little arrogant of you but than you are whining and it's triviality is understood. C- .b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 28, 2006 Report Share Posted December 28, 2006 > it's a beaut for numskulls, you must enjoy it. your grasp of the > christian message and christmas story are unparalleled in > knucle-headness and raw form. a little arrogant of you but than you > are whining and it's triviality is understood. Thanks for your comment. Here's a poetic response: POETRY, EDITORS AND PUBLISHERS When I write a poem that there's a knuckle-head, an orphanage manager lady in India who loves polishing trivia and make it look like the shining star of David, or there's another digital knuckle-head somewhere in England, who agrees blindly with the lady, my publisher does not object and my editor is happy. But when I write that God had a brief, love or loveless, affair with the slim, beautiful virgin Mary in Bethlehem, five miles south of Jerusalem, and God abandoned his unborn son before Mary became a mom, and went back to heaven to enjoy music made by other beautiful virgins, my publisher of holy books throws a fit, refuses to publish my poetry and makes my editor very unhappy. Now, who's of more importance here? What truth is a lie and what lie is a truth here? Who's the saviour of mankind and who are the knuckle-heads of our times here? ~Ravi Kopra what are your thoughts, observations and views? do you have something to share? warm regards, Chandran Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 28, 2006 Report Share Posted December 28, 2006 Nisargadatta , " adichandran " <adichandran wrote: > > > > > it's a beaut for numskulls, you must enjoy it. your grasp of the > > christian message and christmas story are unparalleled in > > knucle-headness and raw form. a little arrogant of you but than you > > are whining and it's triviality is understood. > > > Thanks for your comment. Here's a poetic response: > > POETRY, EDITORS AND PUBLISHERS > > When I write a poem that there's > a knuckle-head, an orphanage > manager lady in India who loves > polishing trivia and make it > look like the shining star of > David, or there's another digital > knuckle-head somewhere in > England, who agrees blindly > with the lady, my publisher > does not object and my editor > is happy. > > But when I write that > God had a brief, love or loveless, > affair with the slim, beautiful virgin > Mary in Bethlehem, five miles > south of Jerusalem, and God > abandoned his unborn son before > Mary became a mom, and went back > to heaven to enjoy music made by > other beautiful virgins, my publisher of holy > books throws a fit, > refuses to publish my poetry > and makes my editor very > unhappy. > > Now, who's of more importance here? > What truth is a lie and what lie is a truth here? > Who's the saviour of mankind and who are > the knuckle-heads of our times here? > > ~Ravi Kopra > > what are your thoughts, observations and views? > > do you have something to share? > > > warm regards, > > Chandran > what is truth? from how many perspectives does this 'truth' hold true. is it absolute? that's a scary thought!..that leads to my belief being more true than yours and onwards to destabilizations and wars and a knuckle-head orphanage manager lady in India who loves polishing trivia and making it look like the shining star of David, or another digital knuckle-head somewhere in England, who agrees blindly with the lady. i can see why your soul sold publishers are non-objecting, and your sheeplike editors are happy. and if you wrote about your absolute lack of understanding about the christian perspective and theology, i can understand why your publisher of holy books throws a fit, refuses to publish your poetry and makes your editor very unhappy. there is not one thing more important then another but for false valuation. everything written is a lie, you don't know what truth is let alone what it's about. and you lie to your(other)self about it all the 'time'. the saviours of mankind are the knuckleheads who know there are no 'men' in 'mankind' and don't waste their time on trying to make it so. but i'm sure it provides a decent living for those who will submit to writing what others want to hear rather than what is so. thanks for your explaining your real motives for writing what you do. ..b Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 28, 2006 Report Share Posted December 28, 2006 Nisargadatta , " adichandran " <adichandran wrote: > > > > A VERY SPECIAL CHRISTMAS TREE > > Knuckle-heads, what is > the spirit of Christmas? > Is it like children in a Hindu > orphanage in India playing > with a make-do Christmas > tree, not knowing who the > fatherless Jesus was, > > not knowing God, his father in > heaven, made Mary, his mother, > pregnant, and went back to heaven, > to enjoy himself abandoning his only > son and Mary, his brief beloved, > > not knowing, Jesus grew up to be so > arrogant as he proclaimed himself > to be a Messiah, a super-duper divine-human, > for which he was crucified and > God, his father, damned him, > did not descend down from heaven > to rescue him, even momentarily? > > An old Hindu lady, the care-taker > of an orphanage babbles > that the orphans by some intuitive > miracle imbued the spirit of Christmas - > that they do not know what it is > nor does she herself know what it is - > but does wonder at everything > trivial and makes them look important. > > But another wonder at Christmas > at her trivial story is, she gets aye, > aye from another Hindu man in > England, celebrating the spirit of > Christmas, not knowing what it is, > beside decorating a Christmas > tree at home and exchanging gifts. > > ~Ravi Kopra > > http://whitewings.sulekha.com/blog/post/2006/12/a-very-special- christmas-tree.htm > > > what are your thought, observations and views? > > do you have similar insightful poems to share? > > warm regards, > > Chandran > Dear Chandran, I'd say this: not many in this world know much about the Spirit of Christmas, the Sat-Chit-Ananada of Krishna, the Silent Smile of Buddha or the Friendship of Allah nor the ecstatic joy of being human. and yes, I also have many poems to share...;-) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 29, 2006 Report Share Posted December 29, 2006 Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " adichandran " <adichandran@> > wrote: > > > > > > > > A VERY SPECIAL CHRISTMAS TREE > > > > Knuckle-heads, what is > > the spirit of Christmas? > > Is it like children in a Hindu > > orphanage in India playing > > with a make-do Christmas > > tree, not knowing who the > > fatherless Jesus was, > > > > not knowing God, his father in > > heaven, made Mary, his mother, > > pregnant, and went back to heaven, > > to enjoy himself abandoning his only > > son and Mary, his brief beloved, > > > > not knowing, Jesus grew up to be so > > arrogant as he proclaimed himself > > to be a Messiah, a super-duper divine-human, > > for which he was crucified and > > God, his father, damned him, > > did not descend down from heaven > > to rescue him, even momentarily? > > > > An old Hindu lady, the care-taker > > of an orphanage babbles > > that the orphans by some intuitive > > miracle imbued the spirit of Christmas - > > that they do not know what it is > > nor does she herself know what it is - > > but does wonder at everything > > trivial and makes them look important. > > > > But another wonder at Christmas > > at her trivial story is, she gets aye, > > aye from another Hindu man in > > England, celebrating the spirit of > > Christmas, not knowing what it is, > > beside decorating a Christmas > > tree at home and exchanging gifts. > > > > ~Ravi Kopra > > > > http://whitewings.sulekha.com/blog/post/2006/12/a-very-special- > christmas-tree.htm > > > > > > what are your thought, observations and views? > > > > do you have similar insightful poems to share? > > > > warm regards, > > > > Chandran > > > > Dear Chandran, I'd say this: not many in this world know much about > the Spirit of Christmas, the Sat-Chit-Ananada of Krishna, the Silent > Smile of Buddha or the Friendship of Allah nor the ecstatic joy of > being human. > > and yes, I also have many poems to share...;-) > not to mention that roughly half the world population doesn't even have clean water to drink Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 29, 2006 Report Share Posted December 29, 2006 Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana@> wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " adichandran " <adichandran@> > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > A VERY SPECIAL CHRISTMAS TREE > > > > > > Knuckle-heads, what is > > > the spirit of Christmas? > > > Is it like children in a Hindu > > > orphanage in India playing > > > with a make-do Christmas > > > tree, not knowing who the > > > fatherless Jesus was, > > > > > > not knowing God, his father in > > > heaven, made Mary, his mother, > > > pregnant, and went back to heaven, > > > to enjoy himself abandoning his only > > > son and Mary, his brief beloved, > > > > > > not knowing, Jesus grew up to be so > > > arrogant as he proclaimed himself > > > to be a Messiah, a super-duper divine-human, > > > for which he was crucified and > > > God, his father, damned him, > > > did not descend down from heaven > > > to rescue him, even momentarily? > > > > > > An old Hindu lady, the care-taker > > > of an orphanage babbles > > > that the orphans by some intuitive > > > miracle imbued the spirit of Christmas - > > > that they do not know what it is > > > nor does she herself know what it is - > > > but does wonder at everything > > > trivial and makes them look important. > > > > > > But another wonder at Christmas > > > at her trivial story is, she gets aye, > > > aye from another Hindu man in > > > England, celebrating the spirit of > > > Christmas, not knowing what it is, > > > beside decorating a Christmas > > > tree at home and exchanging gifts. > > > > > > ~Ravi Kopra > > > > > > http://whitewings.sulekha.com/blog/post/2006/12/a-very-special- > > christmas-tree.htm > > > > > > > > > what are your thought, observations and views? > > > > > > do you have similar insightful poems to share? > > > > > > warm regards, > > > > > > Chandran > > > > > > > Dear Chandran, I'd say this: not many in this world know much about > > the Spirit of Christmas, the Sat-Chit-Ananada of Krishna, the Silent > > Smile of Buddha or the Friendship of Allah nor the ecstatic joy of > > being human. > > > > and yes, I also have many poems to share...;-) > > > > > not to mention that roughly half the world population doesn't even > have clean water to drink > ah so, though the world bears witness to many children & folks world- wide that start with an idea that one person can and does make a difference. just one of the many: http://www.oprah.com/tows/slide/200306/20030605/tows_slide_20030605_0 4.jhtml Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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