Guest guest Posted August 4, 2000 Report Share Posted August 4, 2000 We who live and die in the city of consciousness bring ourselves, our psychological bent, our cooking utensils, paintings, guitars, journals, jokes and collection of self-made gemstones, our pets, ancestors, sizzling DNA, and we find a room on the Street. We unravel to the emptiness while sitting peacefully on a bench in the park alongside the lake, and while negotiating the crowded sidewalk perfumed with ethnic garlic. Even as so many of us walk stone-faced past each other, there's enough said in the passing to be taken for bows of mutuality. Because at night, late at night, all is quiet in rooms, and mostly quiet on Nonduality Street. And come morning, morning is simply known as morning. It is cool in the city of consciousness. A fan does not turn. -- We are the Nonduality Generation. http://www.nonduality.com Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 4, 2000 Report Share Posted August 4, 2000 Yum, Jerry, I like this. tell some more. For years now I've been too lazy to finish the novel I started "It was a dark and nightly storm..." Love, Mark umbada wrote: > We who live and die in the city of consciousness bring > ourselves, our psychological bent, our cooking utensils, > paintings, guitars, journals, jokes and collection of > self-made gemstones, our pets, ancestors, sizzling DNA, and > we find a room on the Street. > > We unravel to the emptiness while sitting peacefully on a > bench in the park alongside the lake, and while negotiating > the crowded sidewalk perfumed with ethnic garlic. > > Even as so many of us walk stone-faced past each other, > there's enough said in the passing to be taken for bows of > mutuality. Because at night, late at night, all is quiet in > rooms, and mostly quiet on Nonduality Street. And come > morning, morning is simply known as morning. It is cool in > the city of consciousness. A fan does not turn. > > -- > We are the Nonduality Generation. > http://www.nonduality.com Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 4, 2000 Report Share Posted August 4, 2000 Mark Otter wrote: > > Yum, Jerry, I like this. tell some more. > > For years now I've been too lazy to finish the novel I started "It was a > dark and nightly storm..." > > Love, Mark > > umbada wrote: > > > We who live and die in the city of consciousness bring > > ourselves, our psychological bent, our cooking utensils, > > paintings, guitars, journals, jokes and collection of > > self-made gemstones, our pets, ancestors, sizzling DNA, and > > we find a room on the Street. > > > > We unravel to the emptiness while sitting peacefully on a > > bench in the park alongside the lake, and while negotiating > > the crowded sidewalk perfumed with ethnic garlic. > > > > Even as so many of us walk stone-faced past each other, > > there's enough said in the passing to be taken for bows of > > mutuality. Because at night, late at night, all is quiet in > > rooms, and mostly quiet on Nonduality Street. And come > > morning, morning is simply known as morning. It is cool in > > the city of consciousness. A fan does not turn. Thanks, Mark. I posted this in another form a year ago. All I have to do is write another ten thousand lines and voila you have a novel. I could use all the characters I've run across on the internet. Of course any resemblance to real people is PURELY coincidental. Jerry Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 4, 2000 Report Share Posted August 4, 2000 Dear new friends, Now that Mark is safely off to Santa Fe, I'd like to suggest we do something really nice for him. He's such a wonderful man. Jerry, maybe you would like to write your new novel Nonduality Street primarily about him. I think that would be nice. Be sure to make him a millionaire and please give him a large... boat or something. thank you, Mary umbada wrote: > Mark Otter wrote: > > > > Yum, Jerry, I like this. tell some more. > > > > For years now I've been too lazy to finish the novel I started "It was a > > dark and nightly storm..." > > > > Love, Mark > > > > umbada wrote: > > > > > We who live and die in the city of consciousness bring > > > ourselves, our psychological bent, our cooking utensils, > > > paintings, guitars, journals, jokes and collection of > > > self-made gemstones, our pets, ancestors, sizzling DNA, and > > > we find a room on the Street. > > > > > > We unravel to the emptiness while sitting peacefully on a > > > bench in the park alongside the lake, and while negotiating > > > the crowded sidewalk perfumed with ethnic garlic. > > > > > > Even as so many of us walk stone-faced past each other, > > > there's enough said in the passing to be taken for bows of > > > mutuality. Because at night, late at night, all is quiet in > > > rooms, and mostly quiet on Nonduality Street. And come > > > morning, morning is simply known as morning. It is cool in > > > the city of consciousness. A fan does not turn. > > Thanks, Mark. I posted this in another form a year ago. All > I have to do is write another ten thousand lines and voila > you have a novel. I could use all the characters I've run > across on the internet. Of course any resemblance to real > people is PURELY coincidental. > > Jerry > > > > // > > All paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights, perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is always Present. It is Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the Finality of Eternal Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of Self-Knowledge, spontaneously arising from within into It Self. Welcome all to a. > > To from this list, go to the ONElist web site, at > www., and select the User Center link from the menu bar > on the left. This menu will also let you change your subscription > between digest and normal mode. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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