Guest guest Posted January 13, 1999 Report Share Posted January 13, 1999 Harsha: Ultimately the mystery of existence is tied to the mystery of perception. What is it that we are truly able to perceive without interpretation? Whatever must be given interpretation is necessarily going to be distorted. And yet there are moments in life which require no interpretation until they are remembered. When two lovers meet there comes a moment of being without interpretation. It may be in a simple embrace or after the consummation. When a child is held by his mother, a similar moment arises for the child. Such moments point or indicate the possibility which is always alive in us. Self-Realization is simply that. It is infinity caught in the moment and the moment expanded to infinity. Whether one is sipping tea, playing chess, in meditation, with friends, family, etc., that moment is always there. It is just You. So ultimately the mystery of existence is tied to the mystery of perception. What is it that we are truly able to perceive without interpretation? Whatever must be given interpretation is necessarily going to be distorted. What is it that requires no interpretation? <A HREF="http://www3.ns.sympatico.ca/umbada/harsha.htm">Nonduality Spoken Here: In Pure Knowing: Harsha speaks on The Self</A> Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 20, 1999 Report Share Posted January 20, 1999 IN regards to this thought.. Ultimately the mystery of existence is tied to the mystery of > perception. What is it that we are truly able to perceive without > interpretation? Whatever must be given interpretation is necessarily going to > be distorted. And yet there are moments in life which require no > interpretation until they are remembered. WHERE REALITY IS Streaks of sunlight pour over a darkening Sea Outlining clouds in molten silver. While the sun sinks in silent mystery Behind the horizon. It's the time of quiet breezes, Of waves that whisper their Souls on beaches made of gold. The solitude, the gentle peace Wash over me. Facing the setting sun Taking a deep breath, I lose myself. I blend into the surrounding quiet, Whisper in the waves and swirl Joyously in the breezes; becoming Part of the natural innocence and Simplicity that is. By losing myself in the greater reality, I understand that life is only how its Perceived. The only name reality has is the one we give it. CAROLYN MALONEY 9/93 -- flute http://www.create.org/healingarts/reiki.htm http://www.create.org/bbs - For Updates on REIKI HB 367 "The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures." R. Tagore Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 20, 1999 Report Share Posted January 20, 1999 On Wed, 20 Jan 1999, Carolyn Maloney wrote: > Carolyn Maloney <reiki > > WHERE REALITY IS > > Streaks of sunlight pour over a darkening Sea > Outlining clouds in molten silver. > While the sun sinks in silent mystery > Behind the horizon. Summer evening, Sun sets over the sea. > It's the time of quiet breezes, > Of waves that whisper their > Souls on beaches made of gold. Waves wash up seashells, cover them again with sand > The solitude, the gentle peace > Wash over me. Facing the setting sun > Taking a deep breath, I lose myself. Who is there to lose? > I blend into the surrounding quiet, > Whisper in the waves and swirl > Joyously in the breezes; becoming > Part of the natural innocence and > Simplicity that is. Never apart, never together, standing by the seashore, at evening. > By losing myself in the greater reality, > I understand that life is only how its > Perceived. > > The only name reality has is the one we give it. No greater reality, No lesser reality, Drop away form and word! Listen, Wind creaks branches of the old tree in the forest by the sea. Surf pounds the sand, Foam beads bubble and for a moment froth into where the came. --a poetic response to Flute's piece for fun Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 20, 1999 Report Share Posted January 20, 1999 -a poetic response to Flute's piece for fun I love it.. giggling.. What we use to do on a board for creative writing was to write poems to ask and answer each others questions. Then we actually wrote a story. An ancient tale about a bard and a warrior-ess. was awesome. The only communication had to be written in prose it was a challenge and extremely creative. Love, flute flute http://www.create.org/healingarts/reiki.htm http://www.create.org/bbs - For Updates on REIKI HB 367 "The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures." R. Tagore Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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