Guest guest Posted December 15, 2007 Report Share Posted December 15, 2007 " Christ Climbed Down " this is a fave Christmas poem.... has been since i first read it in1962. it was written by beat poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti in 1958. Merry Unconscious Karma to All! Christ climbed down from His bare Tree this year and ran away to where there were no rootless Christmas trees hung with candycanes and breakable stars Christ climbed down from His bare Tree this year and ran away to where there were no gilded Christmas trees and no tinsel Christmas trees and no tinfoil Christmas trees and no pink plastic Christmas trees and no gold Christmas trees and no black Christmas trees and no powderblue Christmas trees hung with electric candles and encircled by tin electric trains and clever cornball relatives Christ climbed down from His bare Tree this year and ran away to where no intrepid Bible salesmen covered the territory in two-tone cadillacs and where no Sears Roebuck creches complete with plastic babe in manger arrived by parcel post the babe by special delivery and where no televised Wise Men praised the Lord Calvert Whiskey Christ climbed down from His bare Tree this year and ran away to where no fat handshaking stranger in a red flannel suit and a fake white beard went around passing himself off as some sort of North Pole saint crossing the desert to Bethlehem Pennsylvania in a Volkswagen sled drawn by rollicking Adirondack reindeer with German names and bearing sacks of Humble Gifts from Saks Fifth Avenue for everybody's imagined Christ child Christ climbed down from His bare Tree this year and ran away to where no Bing Crosby carollers groaned of a tight Christmas and where no Radio City angels iceskated wingless thru a winter wonderland into a jinglebell heaven daily at 8:30 with Midnight Mass matinees Christ climbed down from His bare Tree this year and softly stole away into some anonymous Mary's womb again where in the darkest night of everybody's anonymous soul He awaits again an unimaginable and impossibly Immaculate Reconception the very craziest of Second Comings ..b b.b. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 15, 2007 Report Share Posted December 15, 2007 Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > " Christ Climbed Down " > > this is a fave Christmas poem.... > > has been since i first read it in1962. > > it was written by beat poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti in 1958. > > Merry Unconscious Karma to All! an important note: decemeber falls on the 25th of december. .....and now to repeat in continuance: > Christ climbed down > from His bare Tree > this year > and ran away to where > there were no rootless Christmas trees > hung with candycanes and breakable stars > > Christ climbed down > from His bare Tree > this year > and ran away to where > there were no gilded Christmas trees > and no tinsel Christmas trees > and no tinfoil Christmas trees > and no pink plastic Christmas trees > and no gold Christmas trees > and no black Christmas trees > and no powderblue Christmas trees > hung with electric candles > and encircled by tin electric trains > and clever cornball relatives > > Christ climbed down > from His bare Tree > this year > and ran away to where > no intrepid Bible salesmen > covered the territory > in two-tone cadillacs > and where no Sears Roebuck creches > complete with plastic babe in manger > arrived by parcel post > the babe by special delivery > and where no televised Wise Men > praised the Lord Calvert Whiskey > > Christ climbed down from His bare Tree > this year > and ran away to where > no fat handshaking stranger > in a red flannel suit > and a fake white beard > went around passing himself off > as some sort of North Pole saint > crossing the desert to Bethlehem > Pennsylvania > in a Volkswagen sled > drawn by rollicking Adirondack reindeer > with German names > and bearing sacks of Humble Gifts > from Saks Fifth Avenue > for everybody's imagined Christ child > > Christ climbed down > from His bare Tree > this year > and ran away to where > no Bing Crosby carollers > groaned of a tight Christmas > and where no Radio City angels > iceskated wingless > thru a winter wonderland > into a jinglebell heaven > daily at 8:30 > with Midnight Mass matinees > > Christ climbed down > from His bare Tree > this year > and softly stole away into > some anonymous Mary's womb again > where in the darkest night > of everybody's anonymous soul > He awaits again > an unimaginable > and impossibly > Immaculate Reconception > the very craziest of > Second Comings > > > .b b.b. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 16, 2007 Report Share Posted December 16, 2007 Christ climbed down from his bare tree looked around a little and quick quick climbed back up again Z Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 16, 2007 Report Share Posted December 16, 2007 Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen wrote: > > Christ climbed down > from his bare tree > looked around a little > and quick quick > climbed back up again Z doesn't have that much spiritual pride or ambition. ..b b.b. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 16, 2007 Report Share Posted December 16, 2007 Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen@> wrote: > > > > Christ climbed down > > from his bare tree > > looked around a little > > and quick quick > > climbed back up again Z > > > doesn't have that much spiritual pride or ambition. > > .b b.b. 2. doesn't that have much spiritual pride or ambition? 3. that doesn't have much spiritual pride or ambition. same words...one questioning..the other stating. both arise at the moment-emergence of 'i'. both are lies..both are games...both are void. snow blowing. wind song. it's true! ..b b.b. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 16, 2007 Report Share Posted December 16, 2007 > > > > 2. doesn't that have much spiritual pride or ambition? > > > > 3. that doesn't have much spiritual pride or ambition. > > > > > same words...one questioning..the other stating. > > both arise at the moment-emergence of 'i'. > > both are lies..both are games...both are void. > > snow blowing. > > wind song. > > it's true! > > > .b b.b. > Yes, everything said or done is just birdsong and weather noise Z Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 16, 2007 Report Share Posted December 16, 2007 Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen wrote: > > > > > > > > 2. doesn't that have much spiritual pride or ambition? > > > > > > > > 3. that doesn't have much spiritual pride or ambition. > > > > > > > > > > same words...one questioning..the other stating. > > > > both arise at the moment-emergence of 'i'. > > > > both are lies..both are games...both are void. > > > > snow blowing. > > > > wind song. > > > > it's true! > > > > > > .b b.b. > > > > Yes, everything said or done is just birdsong and weather noise Z indeed... and utterly amusing! ..b b.b. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 16, 2007 Report Share Posted December 16, 2007 Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > 2. doesn't that have much spiritual pride or ambition? > > > > > > > > > > > > 3. that doesn't have much spiritual pride or ambition. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > same words...one questioning..the other stating. > > > > > > both arise at the moment-emergence of 'i'. > > > > > > both are lies..both are games...both are void. > > > > > > snow blowing. > > > > > > wind song. > > > > > > it's true! > > > > > > > > > .b b.b. > > > > > > > Yes, everything said or done is just birdsong and weather noise Z indeed... > > and utterly amusing! > > .b b.b. amazing and amazingly ordinary. ..b b.b. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 17, 2007 Report Share Posted December 17, 2007 Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > " Christ Climbed Down " > > this is a fave Christmas poem.... > > has been since i first read it in1962. > > it was written by beat poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti in 1958. > > Merry Unconscious Karma to All! > > > > > Christ climbed down > from His bare Tree > this year > and ran away to where > there were no rootless Christmas trees > hung with candycanes and breakable stars > > Christ climbed down > from His bare Tree > this year > and ran away to where > there were no gilded Christmas trees > and no tinsel Christmas trees > and no tinfoil Christmas trees > and no pink plastic Christmas trees > and no gold Christmas trees > and no black Christmas trees > and no powderblue Christmas trees > hung with electric candles > and encircled by tin electric trains > and clever cornball relatives > > Christ climbed down > from His bare Tree > this year > and ran away to where > no intrepid Bible salesmen > covered the territory > in two-tone cadillacs > and where no Sears Roebuck creches > complete with plastic babe in manger > arrived by parcel post > the babe by special delivery > and where no televised Wise Men > praised the Lord Calvert Whiskey > > Christ climbed down from His bare Tree > this year > and ran away to where > no fat handshaking stranger > in a red flannel suit > and a fake white beard > went around passing himself off > as some sort of North Pole saint > crossing the desert to Bethlehem > Pennsylvania > in a Volkswagen sled > drawn by rollicking Adirondack reindeer > with German names > and bearing sacks of Humble Gifts > from Saks Fifth Avenue > for everybody's imagined Christ child > > Christ climbed down > from His bare Tree > this year > and ran away to where > no Bing Crosby carollers > groaned of a tight Christmas > and where no Radio City angels > iceskated wingless > thru a winter wonderland > into a jinglebell heaven > daily at 8:30 > with Midnight Mass matinees > > Christ climbed down > from His bare Tree > this year > and softly stole away into > some anonymous Mary's womb again > where in the darkest night > of everybody's anonymous soul > He awaits again > an unimaginable > and impossibly > Immaculate Reconception > the very craziest of > Second Comings > > > .b b.b. > Christ climbed down from His bare Tree this year and ran away to where " He " is realized as every life lived where indifference is realized and cherished as being pure love. and where the turkeys eat the people instead. On this the holiest of days when " Christ " was born. Joe. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 17, 2007 Report Share Posted December 17, 2007 Nisargadatta , " joe.irrelevant " <joe.irrelevant wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > <Roberibus111@> wrote: > > > > " Christ Climbed Down " > > > > this is a fave Christmas poem.... > > > > has been since i first read it in1962. > > > > it was written by beat poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti in 1958. > > > > Merry Unconscious Karma to All! > > > > > > > > > > Christ climbed down > > from His bare Tree > > this year > > and ran away to where > > there were no rootless Christmas trees > > hung with candycanes and breakable stars > > > > Christ climbed down > > from His bare Tree > > this year > > and ran away to where > > there were no gilded Christmas trees > > and no tinsel Christmas trees > > and no tinfoil Christmas trees > > and no pink plastic Christmas trees > > and no gold Christmas trees > > and no black Christmas trees > > and no powderblue Christmas trees > > hung with electric candles > > and encircled by tin electric trains > > and clever cornball relatives > > > > Christ climbed down > > from His bare Tree > > this year > > and ran away to where > > no intrepid Bible salesmen > > covered the territory > > in two-tone cadillacs > > and where no Sears Roebuck creches > > complete with plastic babe in manger > > arrived by parcel post > > the babe by special delivery > > and where no televised Wise Men > > praised the Lord Calvert Whiskey > > > > Christ climbed down from His bare Tree > > this year > > and ran away to where > > no fat handshaking stranger > > in a red flannel suit > > and a fake white beard > > went around passing himself off > > as some sort of North Pole saint > > crossing the desert to Bethlehem > > Pennsylvania > > in a Volkswagen sled > > drawn by rollicking Adirondack reindeer > > with German names > > and bearing sacks of Humble Gifts > > from Saks Fifth Avenue > > for everybody's imagined Christ child > > > > Christ climbed down > > from His bare Tree > > this year > > and ran away to where > > no Bing Crosby carollers > > groaned of a tight Christmas > > and where no Radio City angels > > iceskated wingless > > thru a winter wonderland > > into a jinglebell heaven > > daily at 8:30 > > with Midnight Mass matinees > > > > Christ climbed down > > from His bare Tree > > this year > > and softly stole away into > > some anonymous Mary's womb again > > where in the darkest night > > of everybody's anonymous soul > > He awaits again > > an unimaginable > > and impossibly > > Immaculate Reconception > > the very craziest of > > Second Comings > > > > > > .b b.b. > > > Christ climbed down > from His bare Tree > this year > and ran away to where > " He " is realized > as every life lived > where indifference is realized and cherished > as being pure love. > and where the turkeys eat the people instead. > On this the holiest of days when " Christ " was born. > Joe. and straight away at the bringing forth.. a running to the crucifying tree. on/off...on/off.. 00/01...00/01.. Christ it's fun! ...grueling..unbearable..inexpressible..strange in it's commonness. like wheat... 'you' are 'born' to 'die'... and multiply out infinitely... as 'you' fragment into soil and stone and vapors and dreams. Containing ALL. Un-contained. where it's all happenin' at. crazy daddy'o....crazy! and somehow like Rock'Roll Music too. ..b b.b. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 17, 2007 Report Share Posted December 17, 2007 Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " joe.irrelevant " > <joe.irrelevant@> wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > > <Roberibus111@> wrote: > > > > > > " Christ Climbed Down " > > > > > > this is a fave Christmas poem.... > > > > > > has been since i first read it in1962. > > > > > > it was written by beat poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti in 1958. > > > > > > Merry Unconscious Karma to All! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Christ climbed down > > > from His bare Tree > > > this year > > > and ran away to where > > > there were no rootless Christmas trees > > > hung with candycanes and breakable stars > > > > > > Christ climbed down > > > from His bare Tree > > > this year > > > and ran away to where > > > there were no gilded Christmas trees > > > and no tinsel Christmas trees > > > and no tinfoil Christmas trees > > > and no pink plastic Christmas trees > > > and no gold Christmas trees > > > and no black Christmas trees > > > and no powderblue Christmas trees > > > hung with electric candles > > > and encircled by tin electric trains > > > and clever cornball relatives > > > > > > Christ climbed down > > > from His bare Tree > > > this year > > > and ran away to where > > > no intrepid Bible salesmen > > > covered the territory > > > in two-tone cadillacs > > > and where no Sears Roebuck creches > > > complete with plastic babe in manger > > > arrived by parcel post > > > the babe by special delivery > > > and where no televised Wise Men > > > praised the Lord Calvert Whiskey > > > > > > Christ climbed down from His bare Tree > > > this year > > > and ran away to where > > > no fat handshaking stranger > > > in a red flannel suit > > > and a fake white beard > > > went around passing himself off > > > as some sort of North Pole saint > > > crossing the desert to Bethlehem > > > Pennsylvania > > > in a Volkswagen sled > > > drawn by rollicking Adirondack reindeer > > > with German names > > > and bearing sacks of Humble Gifts > > > from Saks Fifth Avenue > > > for everybody's imagined Christ child > > > > > > Christ climbed down > > > from His bare Tree > > > this year > > > and ran away to where > > > no Bing Crosby carollers > > > groaned of a tight Christmas > > > and where no Radio City angels > > > iceskated wingless > > > thru a winter wonderland > > > into a jinglebell heaven > > > daily at 8:30 > > > with Midnight Mass matinees > > > > > > Christ climbed down > > > from His bare Tree > > > this year > > > and softly stole away into > > > some anonymous Mary's womb again > > > where in the darkest night > > > of everybody's anonymous soul > > > He awaits again > > > an unimaginable > > > and impossibly > > > Immaculate Reconception > > > the very craziest of > > > Second Comings > > > > > > > > > .b b.b. > > > > > Christ climbed down > > from His bare Tree > > this year > > and ran away to where > > " He " is realized > > as every life lived > > where indifference is realized and cherished > > as being pure love. > > and where the turkeys eat the people instead. > > On this the holiest of days when " Christ " was born. > > Joe. > > > and straight away at the bringing forth.. > > a running to the crucifying tree. > > on/off...on/off.. > > 00/01...00/01.. > > Christ it's fun! > > ..grueling..unbearable..inexpressible..strange in it's commonness. > > like wheat... > > 'you' are 'born' to 'die'... > > and multiply out infinitely... > > as 'you' fragment into soil and stone and vapors and dreams. > > Containing ALL. > > Un-contained. > > where it's all happenin' at. > > crazy daddy'o....crazy! > > and somehow like Rock'Roll Music too. > > .b b.b. > I do believe it was Nis who said: " the greatest moment of your life is the moment of your death. " Home again from my latest and greatest vacation yet. Joe. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 18, 2007 Report Share Posted December 18, 2007 Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > 2. doesn't that have much spiritual pride or ambition? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > 3. that doesn't have much spiritual pride or ambition. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > same words...one questioning..the other stating. > > > > > > > > both arise at the moment-emergence of 'i'. > > > > > > > > both are lies..both are games...both are void. > > > > > > > > snow blowing. > > > > > > > > wind song. > > > > > > > > it's true! > > > > > > > > > > > > .b b.b. > > > > > > > > > > Yes, everything said or done is just birdsong and weather noise Z > > > > > > > > > > > > > > indeed... > > > > and utterly amusing! > > > > .b b.b. > > > amazing and amazingly ordinary. > > .b b.b. > Amazing isn't it? Or is it? Extraordinary if you come to think of it, isn't it? Or is it? Very entertaining indeed. Clippety Clop, Clippety Clop, Clippety Clop... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 18, 2007 Report Share Posted December 18, 2007 Nisargadatta , " Johan " <yohansky wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " > <Roberibus111@> wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > > wrote: > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > 2. doesn't that have much spiritual pride or ambition? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > 3. that doesn't have much spiritual pride or ambition. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > same words...one questioning..the other stating. > > > > > > > > > > both arise at the moment-emergence of 'i'. > > > > > > > > > > both are lies..both are games...both are void. > > > > > > > > > > snow blowing. > > > > > > > > > > wind song. > > > > > > > > > > it's true! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > .b b.b. > > > > > > > > > > > > > Yes, everything said or done is just birdsong and weather > noise Z > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > indeed... > > > > > > and utterly amusing! > > > > > > .b b.b. > > > > > > amazing and amazingly ordinary. > > > > .b b.b. > > > > Amazing isn't it? Or is it? Extraordinary if you come to think of > it, isn't it? Or is it? > > Very entertaining indeed. > > Clippety Clop, Clippety Clop, Clippety Clop... embarrassing isn't it? being so foolishly obsessed with your love object. sorry Amory..... punks like you are a dime a dozen dozen. i wipe my nose on punks like you. nothing amazing about treating a snot rag like what it is. but you come in handy shorty... cghaa ah haghhhhhh.. catch my hork pal. ROFLMAO! ..b b.b. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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