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Post by laughter on Apr 8, 2014 17:03:50 GMT -5
So I thought I'd demonstrate what was admittedly an obscure use of Sir John's tune (at least twice in the past month) to counter the request to explain some humor. To demonstrate the semantic of the reference I thought I'd mangle one of the treasures of the English language with analysis. Not that I think anyone really cares what I meant by it , but just in case anyone does notice future references then it's sort of a setup for an inside joke. ====== Stopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningBy Robert FrostWhose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. ======= The woods are the mind, the narrator is the witness, the village represents life and the owner of the woods is the unconscious self. The poem documents the sort of impromptu and informal contemplation that is available to anyone anyplace at anytime and that literally happens hundreds of millions of times over the globe every day. Regardless of whether one has even heard the word "meditation", or is familiar with the notion of self-inquiry or has ever read a single word of scripture, nature can always ever seize the rapt attention of the individual with a sunset, a vista, the movement of wildlife or even with a scene of urban order or devastation. These seizures, while usually fleeting, are total, and in those instants, there is no difference, not one millimeter of distance, between the subject so contemplating and the Sage. That it takes place on the shortest day of the year has cultural significance. The Roman Catholics set Christ's birthday near the winter solstice to naturally coopt the deep sense of sacredness associated with this time of the year by the Pagan cultures they eventually converted. The turning point where the days begin to get longer had great significance to the populations in temperate climates and that significance was reflected in their symbology and rituals. The horse and his bells represent the boundary between the witness and what is witnessed. During a deliberate meditation, a bell is a call for the meditator to direct his attention in a certain fashion. Sometimes, while meditating, attention wanders. Sometimes the wandering is because of the bell, sometimes the bell is the reminder that stirs the witness. The snow is the stillness, the silence, the emptiness that the witness deepens into during the meditation. The narrator expresses a preference. He would remain the witness but for his earthly obligations. A common interpretation of "miles to go before I sleep" is that in the moment of contemplation of the dark snowy woods, the narrator is expressing a death wish. Yes, it is a death wish, but not one that is suicidal, quite the opposite. It is the longing for the death before death, the yearning for the lifting of the veil. It is a statement of the desire for liberation.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2014 22:00:47 GMT -5
So I thought I'd demonstrate what was admittedly an obscure use of Sir John's tune (at least twice in the past month) to counter the request to explain some humor. To demonstrate the semantic of the reference I thought I'd mangle one of the treasures of the English language with analysis. Not that I think anyone really cares what I meant by it , but just in case anyone does notice future references then it's sort of a setup for an inside joke. ====== Stopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningBy Robert FrostWhose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, rBrooklyn]And miles to go before I sleep. ======= The woods are the mind, the narrator is the witness, the village represents life and the owner of the woods is the unconscious self. The poem documents the sort of impromptu and informal contemplation that is available to anyone anyplace at anytime and that literally happens hundreds of millions of times over the globe every day. Regardless of whether one has even heard the word "meditation", or is familiar with the notion of self-inquiry or has ever read a single word of scripture, nature can always ever seize the rapt attention of the individual with a sunset, a vista, the movement of wildlife or even with a scene of urban order or devastation. These seizures, while usually fleeting, are total, and in those instants, there is no difference, not one millimeter of distance, between the subject so contemplating and the Sage. That it takes place on the shortest day of the year has cultural significance. The Roman Catholics set Christ's birthday near the winter solstice to naturally coopt the deep sense of sacredness associated with this time of the year by the Pagan cultures they eventually converted. The turning point where the days begin to get longer had great significance to the populations in temperate climates and that significance was reflected in their symbology and rituals. The horse and his bells represent the boundary between the witness and what is witnessed. During a deliberate meditation, a bell is a call for the meditator to direct his attention in a certain fashion. Sometimes, while meditating, attention wanders. Sometimes the wandering is because of the bell, sometimes the bell is the reminder that stirs the witness. The snow is the stillness, the silence, the emptiness that the witness deepens into during the meditation. The narrator expresses a preference. He would remain the witness but for his earthly obligations. A common interpretation of "miles to go before I sleep" is that in the moment of contemplation of the dark snowy woods, the narrator is expressing a death wish. Yes, it is a death wish, but not one that is suicidal, quite the opposite. It is the longing for the death before death, the yearning for the lifting of the veil. It is a statement of the desire for liberation. Excellent, thank you.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2014 23:39:25 GMT -5
So I thought I'd demonstrate what was admittedly an obscure use of Sir John's tune (at least twice in the past month) to counter the request to explain some humor. To demonstrate the semantic of the reference I thought I'd mangle one of the treasures of the English language with analysis. Not that I think anyone really cares what I meant by it , but just in case anyone does notice future references then it's sort of a setup for an inside joke. ====== Stopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningBy Robert FrostWhose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. ======= The woods are the mind, the narrator is the witness, the village represents life and the owner of the woods is the unconscious self. The poem documents the sort of impromptu and informal contemplation that is available to anyone anyplace at anytime and that literally happens hundreds of millions of times over the globe every day. Regardless of whether one has even heard the word "meditation", or is familiar with the notion of self-inquiry or has ever read a single word of scripture, nature can always ever seize the rapt attention of the individual with a sunset, a vista, the movement of wildlife or even with a scene of urban order or devastation. These seizures, while usually fleeting, are total, and in those instants, there is no difference, not one millimeter of distance, between the subject so contemplating and the Sage. That it takes place on the shortest day of the year has cultural significance. The Roman Catholics set Christ's birthday near the winter solstice to naturally coopt the deep sense of sacredness associated with this time of the year by the Pagan cultures they eventually converted. The turning point where the days begin to get longer had great significance to the populations in temperate climates and that significance was reflected in their symbology and rituals. The horse and his bells represent the boundary between the witness and what is witnessed. During a deliberate meditation, a bell is a call for the meditator to direct his attention in a certain fashion. Sometimes, while meditating, attention wanders. Sometimes the wandering is because of the bell, sometimes the bell is the reminder that stirs the witness. The snow is the stillness, the silence, the emptiness that the witness deepens into during the meditation. The narrator expresses a preference. He would remain the witness but for his earthly obligations. A common interpretation of "miles to go before I sleep" is that in the moment of contemplation of the dark snowy woods, the narrator is expressing a death wish. Yes, it is a death wish, but not one that is suicidal, quite the opposite. It is the longing for the death before death, the yearning for the lifting of the veil. It is a statement of the desire for liberation. Hmmm.....dunno whyI never read that entire poem until now, thanks for sharing it. The whole first part of the poem is just to set the stage for the last stanza....that last stanza really really resonates with me. More and more there is a kind of yearning, a pull, to just sit in the alert silence, to let all mentation go....in the poem, the woods represent the alert silence for me. But my Karma is that I have a mother that is not financially independent and has no one else to care for her needs, no other family at all....and I have a wife....the only mentation I have much of anymore is the mentation directly needed to accomplish a specific task that requires mentation...the rest of the time its beautiful empty silence....but even that amount of mentation is growing onerous to me in a way. My Karma is my "promises to keep"...and miles and miles before I sleep
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2014 8:56:41 GMT -5
So I thought I'd demonstrate what was admittedly an obscure use of Sir John's tune (at least twice in the past month) to counter the request to explain some humor. To demonstrate the semantic of the reference I thought I'd mangle one of the treasures of the English language with analysis. Not that I think anyone really cares what I meant by it , but just in case anyone does notice future references then it's sort of a setup for an inside joke. ====== Stopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningBy Robert FrostWhose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. ======= The woods are the mind, the narrator is the witness, the village represents life and the owner of the woodshed is the unconscious self. The poem documents the sort of impromptu and informal contemplation that is available to anyone anyplace at anytime and that literally happens hundreds of millions of times over the globe every day. Regardless of whether one has even heard the word "meditation", or is familiar with the notion of self-inquiry or has ever read a single word of scripture, nature can always ever seize the rapt attention of the individual with a sunset, a vista, the movement of wildlife or even with a scene of urban order or devastation. These seizures, while usually fleeting, are total, and in those instants, there is no difference, not one millimeter of distance, between the subject so contemplating and the Sage. That it takes place on the shortest day of the year has cultural significance. The Roman Catholics set Christ's birthday near the winter solstice to naturally coopt the deep sense of sacredness associated with this time of the year by the Pagan cultures they eventually converted. The turning point where the days begin to get longer had great significance to the populations in temperate climates and that significance was reflected in their symbology and rituals. The horse and his bells represent the boundary between the witness and what is witnessed. During a deliberate meditation, a bell is a call for the meditator to direct his attention in a certain fashion. Sometimes, while meditating, attention wanders. Sometimes the wandering is because of the bell, sometimes the bell is the reminder that stirs the witness. The snow is the stillness, the silence, the emptiness that the witness deepens into during the meditation. The narrator expresses a preference. He would remain the witness but for his earthly obligations. A common interpretation of "miles to go before I sleep" is that in the moment of contemplation of the dark snowy woods, the narrator is expressing a death wish. Yes, it is a death wish, but not one that is suicidal, quite the opposite. It is the longing for the death before death, the yearning for the lifting of the veil. It is a statement of the desire for liberation. The horse may also symbolize the animus, ie. Survival instinct, utilitarian concerns, the very drive and will to live, which is at variance with desire for contemplative respite.
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Post by laughter on Apr 9, 2014 9:30:43 GMT -5
So I thought I'd demonstrate what was admittedly an obscure use of Sir John's tune (at least twice in the past month) to counter the request to explain some humor. To demonstrate the semantic of the reference I thought I'd mangle one of the treasures of the English language with analysis. Not that I think anyone really cares what I meant by it , but just in case anyone does notice future references then it's sort of a setup for an inside joke. ====== Stopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningBy Robert FrostWhose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. ======= The woods are the mind, the narrator is the witness, the village represents life and the owner of the woodshed is the unconscious self. The poem documents the sort of impromptu and informal contemplation that is available to anyone anyplace at anytime and that literally happens hundreds of millions of times over the globe every day. Regardless of whether one has even heard the word "meditation", or is familiar with the notion of self-inquiry or has ever read a single word of scripture, nature can always ever seize the rapt attention of the individual with a sunset, a vista, the movement of wildlife or even with a scene of urban order or devastation. These seizures, while usually fleeting, are total, and in those instants, there is no difference, not one millimeter of distance, between the subject so contemplating and the Sage. That it takes place on the shortest day of the year has cultural significance. The Roman Catholics set Christ's birthday near the winter solstice to naturally coopt the deep sense of sacredness associated with this time of the year by the Pagan cultures they eventually converted. The turning point where the days begin to get longer had great significance to the populations in temperate climates and that significance was reflected in their symbology and rituals. The horse and his bells represent the boundary between the witness and what is witnessed. During a deliberate meditation, a bell is a call for the meditator to direct his attention in a certain fashion. Sometimes, while meditating, attention wanders. Sometimes the wandering is because of the bell, sometimes the bell is the reminder that stirs the witness. The snow is the stillness, the silence, the emptiness that the witness deepens into during the meditation. The narrator expresses a preference. He would remain the witness but for his earthly obligations. A common interpretation of "miles to go before I sleep" is that in the moment of contemplation of the dark snowy woods, the narrator is expressing a death wish. Yes, it is a death wish, but not one that is suicidal, quite the opposite. It is the longing for the death before death, the yearning for the lifting of the veil. It is a statement of the desire for liberation. The horse may also symbolize the animus, ie. Survival instinct, utilitarian concerns, the very drive and will to live, which is at variance with desire for contemplative respite. It raises an interesting point on the nature of action, and the relationship of contemplation to action. Frost and empty refer to a commonly accepted dichotomy between the two, but I'd suggest that the they need not be mutually exclusive in all circumstances.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2014 9:33:49 GMT -5
The horse may also symbolize the animus, ie. Survival instinct, utilitarian concerns, the very drive and will to live, which is at variance with desire for contemplative respite. It raises an interesting point on the nature of action, and the relationship of contemplation to action. Frost and empty refer to a commonly accepted dichotomy between the two, but I'd suggest that the they need not be mutually exclusive in all circumstances. right, there could be a balance between the two.
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Post by laughter on Apr 9, 2014 9:36:30 GMT -5
It raises an interesting point on the nature of action, and the relationship of contemplation to action. Frost and empty refer to a commonly accepted dichotomy between the two, but I'd suggest that the they need not be mutually exclusive in all circumstances. right, there could be a balance between the two. Or even action in mental stillness. Can't plan or strategize that way, but even cogitative tasks can be done with a sort of a sense of the mind in use as a tool rather than the other way around.
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Post by seaside on Apr 9, 2014 11:30:50 GMT -5
These two poems seem to me to point to the same thing as the Frost poem:
The Snow Man
WALLACE STEVENS
One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think Of any misery in the sound of the wind, In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land Full of the same wind That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow, And, nothing himself, beholds Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
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Nothing else to be Knowing it's a trick of words Tonight this forest Lies silvered in the stillness Of the silent summer moon
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2014 13:42:29 GMT -5
So I thought I'd demonstrate what was admittedly an obscure use of Sir John's tune (at least twice in the past month) to counter the request to explain some humor. To demonstrate the semantic of the reference I thought I'd mangle one of the treasures of the English language with analysis. Not that I think anyone really cares what I meant by it , but just in case anyone does notice future references then it's sort of a setup for an inside joke. ====== Stopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningBy Robert FrostWhose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. ======= The woods are the mind, the narrator is the witness, the village represents life and the owner of the woods is the unconscious self. The poem documents the sort of impromptu and informal contemplation that is available to anyone anyplace at anytime and that literally happens hundreds of millions of times over the globe every day. Regardless of whether one has even heard the word "meditation", or is familiar with the notion of self-inquiry or has ever read a single word of scripture, nature can always ever seize the rapt attention of the individual with a sunset, a vista, the movement of wildlife or even with a scene of urban order or devastation. These seizures, while usually fleeting, are total, and in those instants, there is no difference, not one millimeter of distance, between the subject so contemplating and the Sage.That it takes place on the shortest day of the year has cultural significance. The Roman Catholics set Christ's birthday near the winter solstice to naturally coopt the deep sense of sacredness associated with this time of the year by the Pagan cultures they eventually converted. The turning point where the days begin to get longer had great significance to the populations in temperate climates and that significance was reflected in their symbology and rituals. The horse and his bells represent the boundary between the witness and what is witnessed. During a deliberate meditation, a bell is a call for the meditator to direct his attention in a certain fashion. Sometimes, while meditating, attention wanders. Sometimes the wandering is because of the bell, sometimes the bell is the reminder that stirs the witness. The snow is the stillness, the silence, the emptiness that the witness deepens into during the meditation. The narrator expresses a preference. He would remain the witness but for his earthly obligations. A common interpretation of "miles to go before I sleep" is that in the moment of contemplation of the dark snowy woods, the narrator is expressing a death wish. Yes, it is a death wish, but not one that is suicidal, quite the opposite. It is the longing for the death before death, the yearning for the lifting of the veil. It is a statement of the desire for liberation. Nice poem and nice interpretation laughter. The way I experience contemplation is through the act of looking 'thoughtfully' at something for a long time. That something being contemplated is usually a 'past' experience. Can you talk more about how this impromptu and informal contemplation, which seems like a mind process to me, is not different from the meditation of a Sage, which seems not to be a mind process.
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Post by laughter on Apr 9, 2014 17:16:12 GMT -5
So I thought I'd demonstrate what was admittedly an obscure use of Sir John's tune (at least twice in the past month) to counter the request to explain some humor. To demonstrate the semantic of the reference I thought I'd mangle one of the treasures of the English language with analysis. Not that I think anyone really cares what I meant by it , but just in case anyone does notice future references then it's sort of a setup for an inside joke. ====== Stopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningBy Robert FrostWhose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. ======= The woods are the mind, the narrator is the witness, the village represents life and the owner of the woods is the unconscious self. The poem documents the sort of impromptu and informal contemplation that is available to anyone anyplace at anytime and that literally happens hundreds of millions of times over the globe every day. Regardless of whether one has even heard the word "meditation", or is familiar with the notion of self-inquiry or has ever read a single word of scripture, nature can always ever seize the rapt attention of the individual with a sunset, a vista, the movement of wildlife or even with a scene of urban order or devastation. These seizures, while usually fleeting, are total, and in those instants, there is no difference, not one millimeter of distance, between the subject so contemplating and the Sage.That it takes place on the shortest day of the year has cultural significance. The Roman Catholics set Christ's birthday near the winter solstice to naturally coopt the deep sense of sacredness associated with this time of the year by the Pagan cultures they eventually converted. The turning point where the days begin to get longer had great significance to the populations in temperate climates and that significance was reflected in their symbology and rituals. The horse and his bells represent the boundary between the witness and what is witnessed. During a deliberate meditation, a bell is a call for the meditator to direct his attention in a certain fashion. Sometimes, while meditating, attention wanders. Sometimes the wandering is because of the bell, sometimes the bell is the reminder that stirs the witness. The snow is the stillness, the silence, the emptiness that the witness deepens into during the meditation. The narrator expresses a preference. He would remain the witness but for his earthly obligations. A common interpretation of "miles to go before I sleep" is that in the moment of contemplation of the dark snowy woods, the narrator is expressing a death wish. Yes, it is a death wish, but not one that is suicidal, quite the opposite. It is the longing for the death before death, the yearning for the lifting of the veil. It is a statement of the desire for liberation. Nice poem and nice interpretation laughter. The way I experience contemplation is through the act of looking 'thoughtfully' at something for a long time. That something being contemplated is usually a 'past' experience. Can you talk more about how this impromptu and informal contemplation, which seems like a mind process to me, is not different from the meditation of a Sage, which seems not to be a mind process. The attention of the narrator is on the silence of the woods, and the attention of the contemplator is in the moment, on the senses, and not only doesn't involve much thought, but the thought that does occur is of a particular nature, and is free of self-reference, where self is taken to be identification with body and mind.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2014 19:04:08 GMT -5
Nice poem and nice interpretation laughter. The way I experience contemplation is through the act of looking 'thoughtfully' at something for a long time. That something being contemplated is usually a 'past' experience. Can you talk more about how this impromptu and informal contemplation, which seems like a mind process to me, is not different from the meditation of a Sage, which seems not to be a mind process. The attention of the narrator is on the silence of the woods, and the attention of the contemplator is in the moment, on the senses, and not only doesn't involve much thought, but the thought that does occur is of a particular nature, and is free of self-reference, where self is taken to be identification with body and mind. I see. I experience the focus of attention as both seemingly being directed by the mind and also having a mind of it's own. It's not a problem really, what's your take on it?
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Post by laughter on Apr 9, 2014 19:08:56 GMT -5
These two poems seem to me to point to the same thing as the Frost poem: The Snow Man WALLACE STEVENS One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter Of the January sun; and not to think Of any misery in the sound of the wind, In the sound of a few leaves, Which is the sound of the land Full of the same wind That is blowing in the same bare place For the listener, who listens in the snow, And, nothing himself, beholds Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is. ----------- Nothing else to be Knowing it's a trick of words Tonight this forest Lies silvered in the stillness Of the silent summer moon Nice. Thanks. Did you write the 2nd one seaside?
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Post by laughter on Apr 9, 2014 19:14:59 GMT -5
The attention of the narrator is on the silence of the woods, and the attention of the contemplator is in the moment, on the senses, and not only doesn't involve much thought, but the thought that does occur is of a particular nature, and is free of self-reference, where self is taken to be identification with body and mind. I see. I experience the focus of attention as both seemingly being directed by the mind and also having a mind of it's own. It's not a problem really, what's your take on it? Pretty much the same as yours. There's sometimes the rupa of deliberate, chosen focus of attention but the rupa of the separate isolated focuser just doesn't come into focus anymore.
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Post by seaside on Apr 9, 2014 20:04:49 GMT -5
These two poems seem to me to point to the same thing as the Frost poem: The Snow Man WALLACE STEVENS One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter Of the January sun; and not to think Of any misery in the sound of the wind, In the sound of a few leaves, Which is the sound of the land Full of the same wind That is blowing in the same bare place For the listener, who listens in the snow, And, nothing himself, beholds Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is. ----------- Nothing else to be Knowing it's a trick of words Tonight this forest Lies silvered in the stillness Of the silent summer moon Nice. Thanks. Did you write the 2nd one seaside? Glad you liked my post. I've enjoyed your posting of "Stopping by the Woods....." and your analysis. Since a small child, I've been attracted to the Frost poem and the solitary intimacy of the experience of Self that it conveys to me. Self that manifests with the pure perception of "woods...lovely, dark and deep" and "sounds......of easy wind and downy flake". I did write the 2nd one. I believe the verse form is called Japanese Tanka.
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Post by laughter on Apr 9, 2014 20:18:40 GMT -5
Nice. Thanks. Did you write the 2nd one seaside? Glad you liked my post. I've enjoyed your posting of "Stopping by the Woods....." and your analysis. Since a small child, I've been attracted to the Frost poem and the solitary intimacy of the experience of Self that it conveys to me. Self that manifests with the pure perception of "woods...lovely, dark and deep" and "sounds......of easy wind and downy flake". I did write the 2nd one. I believe the verse form is called Japanese Tanka. Thanks for sharing the poem seaside. Human attention seems somehow inexorably drawn toward where nonduality points. Frost's work is one of dozens of examples of Western authors that can be viewed in a perspective that reflects that pull. The prevalent cultural conditioning in Frost's culture was a belief in a God separate from the individual. Perhaps it is because of this influence that we see seeking as to the question of identity manifesting in a way that is indirect and unconscious of the search.
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