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Post by charliegee on Apr 26, 2014 13:37:04 GMT -5
being what they are I'm at a meeting my bereavement group there is genuine love here so when I'm asked how things went at the doctor's I tell them . . and people, being what they are tell me that: their doctor is great my doctor sucks please go here, don't go there they mean well, they always do and like the road to hell they talk with the best intentions but like the friends of Job they offer: much needed advice often not heeded advice one wonders if they would just listen how the tides of love would rise exponentially . . I, like the stuck hands of time listen to their nonlistening with an inner shrug and an outward glazed gaze and people, being what they are just keep on talking .. .. Charlie Giardino 4/26/14
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Post by silver on Apr 26, 2014 13:38:36 GMT -5
It's really good to hear from you, charlie. The boys have been busy. I hope you are able to enjoy their offerings. ~~~<3
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Post by laughter on Apr 26, 2014 14:41:23 GMT -5
I haven't been writing much lately. It is a combination of a vacating muse coupled with the prospect of possible heart surgery or, at the least, some more medication to add to the ever growing list. I seem to have an ascending aortic aneurysm (see, some things are looking up!) coupled with cardiomyopathy, idiopathic hypertrophy and coronary artery disease. What this adds up to is possible treatment with meds, another stent, a pacemaker or some unnanounced and unknowable (at this point anyway) surgery. I'll see the cardio surgeon on Thursday so he can take his own measurements and, hopefully, shed some light as to what direction we'll be going. As always, your prayers and well wishes are always appreciated. Sorry to hear of the ticker worries dude.
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Post by charliegee on Apr 27, 2014 14:55:07 GMT -5
thanks man ...
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Post by charliegee on Apr 27, 2014 14:55:32 GMT -5
come again
she arrived just as I was falling into sheep the thought of her softly blipped on the screen of my consciousness
I gave a nod as I steadily slunk into the throes of dreamland 'fancy meeting you here' 'or anywhere', I softly chimed
'where ya been, girl?' 'thought you were gone forever this time' 'ain't it just like you to pop up so late' 'or so on time'
late and early are useless words like now and then .. .. all time, all concepts .. .. morph into an unsettled now
you will go again and come again I will worry until the time I don't oh fickle muse, I love you so
charlie giardino 4/27/14
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Post by laughter on Apr 27, 2014 16:52:11 GMT -5
wistful and moving CG
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2014 15:44:08 GMT -5
Nisargadatta asks me to trust him As one trusts a map of foreign terrain. But I can't, you see, because I hear the Scientist snicker in his labcoat and I Have no response but to hide my Foolish face in a pose of objectivity. Besides, I trusted once in bibles, Prayers and holy songs and was mocked By Critical Thinkers (skeptics really) And ran from faith afraid of being wrong. And glad I was to find an earth not damned by some Paternal tyrant, glad to find no fires Waiting for the non-believer. But still, it is hard to see myself as nothing but An idiotic ape upon a spinning rock. Nisargadatta tells me I am more. Yet all the other voices scream "not true". I would trust you, teacher, if not for this Jagged mind and jaded heart.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2014 16:14:34 GMT -5
Skepticism is fire Collect the brittle beliefs Arrange them from tinder to all-night logs Build a teepee The match has been struck already A flame passed since A deer painted on the wall There is nothing to be done. Just watch the fire Put another log on.
And when fires burn hot enough The smoke itself burns The fire consumes itself.
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Post by laughter on Apr 28, 2014 20:04:15 GMT -5
Belief has a friend that we call not Together they invite "just what do ya' got?" An endless swapmeet open all night Ever on the peddle when the price is right
Put it in neutral What do you see? That not you and that not me Let the smoke wisp up and out See the skeptics glower and pout
A mind out naked In the wind Don't see no savior Nor no sin Ever exposed to that not true Never to grasp so like some fool
It gets quiet away from the meet Without that friend out there to greet Let them both drift on their way They never had anything real to say
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Post by laughter on Apr 28, 2014 21:41:10 GMT -5
Skepticism is fire Collect the brittle beliefs Arrange them from tinder to all-night logs Build a teepee The match has been struck already A flame passed since A deer painted on the wall There is nothing to be done. Just watch the fire Put another log on. And when fires burn hot enough The smoke itself burns The fire consumes itself.
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Post by laughter on Apr 29, 2014 9:50:36 GMT -5
Nisargadatta asks me to trust him As one trusts a map of foreign terrain. But I can't, you see, because I hear the Scientist snicker in his labcoat and I Have no response but to hide my Foolish face in a pose of objectivity. Besides, I trusted once in bibles, Prayers and holy songs and was mocked By Critical Thinkers (skeptics really) And ran from faith afraid of being wrong. And glad I was to find an earth not darned by some Paternal tyrant, glad to find no fires Waiting for the non-believer. But still, it is hard to see myself as nothing but An idiotic ape upon a spinning rock. Nisargadatta tells me I am more. Yet all the other voices scream "not true". I would trust you, teacher, if not for this Jagged mind and jaded heart. Hey 'bum .. meet .. The Easter Niz!!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2014 10:00:13 GMT -5
Nisargadatta asks me to trust him As one trusts a map of foreign terrain. But I can't, you see, because I hear the Scientist snicker in his labcoat and I Have no response but to hide my Foolish face in a pose of objectivity. Besides, I trusted once in bibles, Prayers and holy songs and was mocked By Critical Thinkers (skeptics really) And ran from faith afraid of being wrong. And glad I was to find an earth not darned by some Paternal tyrant, glad to find no fires Waiting for the non-believer. But still, it is hard to see myself as nothing but An idiotic ape upon a spinning rock. Nisargadatta tells me I am more. Yet all the other voices scream "not true". I would trust you, teacher, if not for this Jagged mind and jaded heart. Hey 'bum .. meet .. The Easter Niz!! lol maybe they both have the same objective reality
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Post by glimmer on May 1, 2014 4:43:30 GMT -5
I haven't been writing much lately. It is a combination of a vacating muse coupled with the prospect of possible heart surgery or, at the least, some more medication to add to the ever growing list. I seem to have an ascending aortic aneurysm (see, some things are looking up!) coupled with cardiomyopathy, idiopathic hypertrophy and coronary artery disease. What this adds up to is possible treatment with meds, another stent, a pacemaker or some unnanounced and unknowable (at this point anyway) surgery. I'll see the cardio surgeon on Thursday so he can take his own measurements and, hopefully, shed some light as to what direction we'll be going. As always, your prayers and well wishes are always appreciated. Of course Charlie, prayers and thoughts. Cardio's some game a ticker's refrain gettin' outta tune for us down that track it gets outta whack Cardio's some game a ticker's refrain gettin' outta tune at the heart ward doc gives us flack each time we come back Cardio's some game ticker's a pain all outta tune
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2014 5:41:07 GMT -5
Mind is thought Reality. No-thought no Mind to speak of. Ripe fruit is sweetest. Attachments:
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2014 21:28:42 GMT -5
Winged moth, the omen of an hour, Of mans vainglorious flight you speak so well; Darting with your strange chaotic power You live for reasons Reason cannot tell.
Seeking light, you perish in your folly Drawn by burning bulbs and candle fire Like man is drawn to lust that shall consume him: False glow that rages from the thorny briar.
(This one kinda stinks but I wanted to experiment with iambic pentameter)
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