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Post by michaelsees on Nov 20, 2010 13:23:58 GMT -5
Nice one!! I used the word being-ness in place of soul but anything works when you know what Rumi was speaking of. thanks Michael Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book nor from tongue. If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is illumination of heart Rumi again....
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Post by robert on Nov 20, 2010 14:47:22 GMT -5
well it's nice to see that the children are still getting along. hi guys and gals. robert
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Post by janice on Nov 20, 2010 18:25:39 GMT -5
Thank you zendancer; tears come to "my" eyes as "I" read your post. Not sure why...something deep is felt...and can not quite speak it...
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Post by zendancer on Nov 20, 2010 19:57:02 GMT -5
Thank you zendancer; tears come to "my" eyes as "I" read your post. Not sure why...something deep is felt...and can not quite speak it... Yes, what you felt cannot be spoken. Last night my wife and I were in Columbus, Ohio watching professional dancers in an International Open Standard competition (this is the ballroom dancing that is performed by guys wearing Fred Astaire-like tuxedo tailsuits and gals wearing gorgeous stoned gowns with lacelike streamers connecting their shoulders to their wrists.) I was watching the top-ranked couple gliding around the floor, and I was overcome with emotion at the strangeness, wonder, beauty, aliveness, and sheer unimaginabilty of the truth. Living creatures wearing spectacular coverings were weaving intricate stylized patterns to a soaring musical score in a massive steel and glass arena being witnessed by thousands of other creatures sitting on a rock ball hurtling around a nuclear furnace in vast emptiness. Today, on the long drive home, a flock of birds wheeling overhead, vehicles on the highway, a lone tree in an empty field, and a hundred other common sights evoked the same emotion. Driving in silence, mile after mile, staring at the wonder, eyes were brimming and heart was overflowing. What this is, and the witnessing of it, and the amazingness of it, and the depth of it, and the wholeness of it, and the love that permeates it, cannot be imagined or spoken.
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Post by michaelsees on Nov 20, 2010 20:01:09 GMT -5
Beautiful ZD. You mentioned you wrote a book(s) are any in ebook format where I could download them. thanks Michael
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Post by Portto on Nov 20, 2010 21:21:26 GMT -5
ZD: There must be some poet blood running through your veins.
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Post by zendancer on Nov 20, 2010 22:16:39 GMT -5
Beautiful ZD. You mentioned you wrote a book(s) are any in ebook format where I could download them. thanks Michael Michael: I don't yet have the books in ebook format, but hope to soon. I've sent you an email about this. ZD
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Post by michaelsees on Nov 20, 2010 22:32:18 GMT -5
;D ;D ;D
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Post by zendancer on Nov 20, 2010 23:48:11 GMT -5
ZD: There must be some poet blood running through your veins. Porto: I certainly hope so. Any other kind would be dreadfully dull! LOL.
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Post by peanut on Nov 21, 2010 7:09:49 GMT -5
Thank you zendancer; tears come to "my" eyes as "I" read your post. Not sure why...something deep is felt...and can not quite speak it... Yes, what you felt cannot be spoken. Last night my wife and I were in Columbus, Ohio watching professional dancers in an International Open Standard competition (this is the ballroom dancing that is performed by guys wearing Fred Astaire-like tuxedo tailsuits and gals wearing gorgeous stoned gowns with lacelike streamers connecting their shoulders to their wrists.) I was watching the top-ranked couple gliding around the floor, and I was overcome with emotion at the strangeness, wonder, beauty, aliveness, and sheer unimaginabilty of the truth. Living creatures wearing spectacular coverings were weaving intricate stylized patterns to a soaring musical score in a massive steel and glass arena being witnessed by thousands of other creatures sitting on a rock ball hurtling around a nuclear furnace in vast emptiness. Today, on the long drive home, a flock of birds wheeling overhead, vehicles on the highway, a lone tree in an empty field, and a hundred other common sights evoked the same emotion. Driving in silence, mile after mile, staring at the wonder, eyes were brimming and heart was overflowing. What this is, and the witnessing of it, and the amazingness of it, and the depth of it, and the wholeness of it, and the love that permeates it, cannot be imagined or spoken. Brought tears;no words.....thank you
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Post by charliegee on Nov 21, 2010 7:26:36 GMT -5
yes ...
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2011 17:41:37 GMT -5
In the form of Ramana Maharshi Oneness sat in samadhi for many years and then spent another fifty years teaching on the mountain of Arunachula. In the form of the Buddha Oneness searched for six years, discovered Itself, and then wandered around India teaching for forty years. Oneness in the form of most people reading these words is sitting at a computer terminal thinking about "great teachers" who taught about the truth while overlooking the truth that is sitting at a computer terminal this moment. Put your attention on the oneness that is reading these words and stay with it. If the body gets up and goes to the bathroom, keep attention focused on what is happening. Oneness has gotten up from the computer and is now going to the bathroom. Whatever you see happening is what oneness is doing. There is no need to look any further than what is here and now. Who you are is Oneness doing whatever it is that you're doing. The mystery is always present. Trust yourself 100% because YOU are the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father but through YOU. YOU and your Father are One. Stop and be still. There is no need to look anywhere else! Forget the imaginary past and the imaginary future. Whatever you are doing now is what YOU are doing. This is how Oneness manifests. stumbled on this while being distracted from doing the dishes! LOL now back to the dishes.
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