Guest guest Posted November 27, 2009 Report Share Posted November 27, 2009 The self can turn even the great joy of unknowing into its personal possession. toombaru Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 27, 2009 Report Share Posted November 27, 2009 Nisargadatta , " toombaru " <lastrain wrote: > > > > > > The self can turn even the great joy of unknowing into its personal possession. > > > > > toombaru > That's a possession I love. And you? ~A Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 28, 2009 Report Share Posted November 28, 2009 Nisargadatta , " anna " <kailashana wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru " <lastrain@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > The self can turn even the great joy of unknowing into its personal possession. > > > > > > > > > > toombaru > > > > > That's a possession I love. > > And you? > > > ~A > That which I used to call love seems to have lost its location and focus. toombaru Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 28, 2009 Report Share Posted November 28, 2009 Nisargadatta , " toombaru " <lastrain wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " anna " <kailashana@> wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru " <lastrain@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > The self can turn even the great joy of unknowing into its personal possession. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > toombaru > > > > > > > > > That's a possession I love. > > > > And you? > > > > > > ~A > > > > > That which I used to call love seems to have lost its location and focus. > > > > > toombaru > Could that be *The Joy of Unknowing*? ~A Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 28, 2009 Report Share Posted November 28, 2009 Nisargadatta , " anna " <kailashana wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru " <lastrain@> wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " anna " <kailashana@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru " <lastrain@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > The self can turn even the great joy of unknowing into its personal possession. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > toombaru > > > > > > > > > > > > > That's a possession I love. > > > > > > And you? > > > > > > > > > ~A > > > > > > > > > That which I used to call love seems to have lost its location and focus. > > > > > > > > > > toombaru > > > > > Could that be *The Joy of Unknowing*? > > ~A sounds cloudy.. in a very ancient sort of way. hey! maybe the " Cloud of Unknowing " ? ring a bell? even Joy is unknown and unneeded. HERE..maudlin sentimentality is now " known " as playtime for children. if THAT doesn't sound nice.. it's just that you still aren't there. you still " need " too much. " you " ARE need. there is a WAY. you willingly haven't found it because.. it kills you as well as all that " love " one another stuff. for a simple reason that words only defile. ..b b.b. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 28, 2009 Report Share Posted November 28, 2009 Nisargadatta , " BobN " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " anna " <kailashana@> wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru " <lastrain@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " anna " <kailashana@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru " <lastrain@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > The self can turn even the great joy of unknowing into its personal possession. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > toombaru > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > That's a possession I love. > > > > > > > > And you? > > > > > > > > > > > > ~A > > > > > > > > > > > > > That which I used to call love seems to have lost its location and focus. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > toombaru > > > > > > > > > Could that be *The Joy of Unknowing*? > > > > ~A > > > > sounds cloudy.. > > in a very ancient sort of way. > > hey! > > maybe the " Cloud of Unknowing " ? > > ring a bell? > > even Joy is unknown and unneeded. > > HERE..maudlin sentimentality is now " known " as playtime for children. > > if THAT doesn't sound nice.. > > it's just that you still aren't there. > > you still " need " too much. > > " you " ARE need. > > there is a WAY. > > you willingly haven't found it because.. > > it kills you as well as all that " love " one another stuff. > > for a simple reason that words only defile. > > .b b.b. > What is there that can be defiled? toombaru Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 29, 2009 Report Share Posted November 29, 2009 Nisargadatta , " toombaru " <lastrain wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " BobN " <Roberibus111@> wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " anna " <kailashana@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru " <lastrain@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " anna " <kailashana@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru " <lastrain@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > The self can turn even the great joy of unknowing into its personal possession. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > toombaru > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > That's a possession I love. > > > > > > > > > > And you? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ~A > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > That which I used to call love seems to have lost its location and focus. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > toombaru > > > > > > > > > > > > > Could that be *The Joy of Unknowing*? > > > > > > ~A > > > > > > > > sounds cloudy.. > > > > in a very ancient sort of way. > > > > hey! > > > > maybe the " Cloud of Unknowing " ? > > > > ring a bell? > > > > even Joy is unknown and unneeded. > > > > HERE..maudlin sentimentality is now " known " as playtime for children. > > > > if THAT doesn't sound nice.. > > > > it's just that you still aren't there. > > > > you still " need " too much. > > > > " you " ARE need. > > > > there is a WAY. > > > > you willingly haven't found it because.. > > > > it kills you as well as all that " love " one another stuff. > > > > for a simple reason that words only defile. > > > > .b b.b. > > > > > > > What is there that can be defiled? > > > > > toombaru > .....the bars to your own prison? ;-) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 29, 2009 Report Share Posted November 29, 2009 Nisargadatta , " anna " <kailashana wrote: > > > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru " <lastrain@> wrote: > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " BobN " <Roberibus111@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " anna " <kailashana@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru " <lastrain@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " anna " <kailashana@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Nisargadatta , " toombaru " <lastrain@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > The self can turn even the great joy of unknowing into its personal possession. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > toombaru > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > That's a possession I love. > > > > > > > > > > > > And you? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ~A > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > That which I used to call love seems to have lost its location and focus. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > toombaru > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Could that be *The Joy of Unknowing*? > > > > > > > > ~A > > > > > > > > > > > > sounds cloudy.. > > > > > > in a very ancient sort of way. > > > > > > hey! > > > > > > maybe the " Cloud of Unknowing " ? > > > > > > ring a bell? > > > > > > even Joy is unknown and unneeded. > > > > > > HERE..maudlin sentimentality is now " known " as playtime for children. > > > > > > if THAT doesn't sound nice.. > > > > > > it's just that you still aren't there. > > > > > > you still " need " too much. > > > > > > " you " ARE need. > > > > > > there is a WAY. > > > > > > you willingly haven't found it because.. > > > > > > it kills you as well as all that " love " one another stuff. > > > > > > for a simple reason that words only defile. > > > > > > .b b.b. > > > > > > > > > > > > > What is there that can be defiled? > > > > > > > > > > toombaru > > > > > ....the bars to your own prison? ;-) > ............drum rooooooooole.....................CYMBALS!. :-) toombaru Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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