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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2014 22:39:54 GMT -5
way back at the beginning of time when I was given name and taught recognition, making my parents laugh alot like, I got to see duality, Me and Them. And in time, like them I forgot alot and needed to be preached at from those who professed to know from the bottom of their hearts... (socially acceptable Preachers of course, no Culties) and we got to sing holy-names just like the Indians do in their Hinduism; we just changed their words for ours. Nothing wrong about that of course, its all the same God; we all know that don't we? I guess you'd say I was born a singer, having been bestowed a gift from the Lord and my gifts key is non-duality. How can you be separate?  Attachments:
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Post by chinabelle on May 12, 2014 23:00:50 GMT -5
Only the ego separates
sing from the heart
ancient tunes
blowing on the breeze
who is breathing..
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2014 23:22:48 GMT -5
who is NOT born
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Post by chinabelle on May 12, 2014 23:24:22 GMT -5
the breeze
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2014 23:26:56 GMT -5
what you are neither comes nor goes |
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Post by laughter on May 12, 2014 23:27:26 GMT -5
Only the ego separates sing from the heart ancient tunes blowing on the breeze who is breathing.. the hearts got two sides it comes in blue and goes out read but it's all one stream and the precise point at where one becomes the other is rather arbitrary it is the beat that matters in the pumping is the life in the center you can feel it in the being lose the fight |
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2014 23:32:55 GMT -5
beat beat beating pulsations of aliveness
when I meet you my love.
Back in the same life
You are me and I Am
you.
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2014 23:46:51 GMT -5
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WvFLohErAFUstruggling to hold the beat I turn to Jesus wobbling on my minis dashboard, free at last I blaze straight into what we knew in Church as the seventh heaven.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2014 0:41:26 GMT -5
struggling to hold the beat I turn to Jesus wobbling on my minis dashboard, free at last I blaze straight into what we knew in Church as the seventh heaven. |
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2014 2:19:51 GMT -5
struggling to hold the beat I turn to Jesus wobbling on my minis dashboard, free at last I blaze straight into what we knew in Church as the seventh heaven. thank you, the remixing is certainly different Empty. That too I could Dance2. When all is lost (like when my wife orders me back to me shed), "Can I find that rhythm which first registers in my feet?" or am I (as she says) "Past it!"?  |
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2014 2:46:27 GMT -5
when my wife..says.. "Can I find that rhythm which first registers in my feet?" |
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2014 3:03:22 GMT -5
From my angle of ego-dung
which I know as my space...for sure
that-place we call non-duality,
that place where neither sex
raises its head and shouts,
"But I'm not done yet!"
That space exists before we arrive here.
The question is,
"What do we do with the dogma-baggage?"
after all, ts the baggage that makes us
all different.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2014 3:17:12 GMT -5
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1DjT2Oq-PWY"Bastard!" "You said it first!" You know how it goes, then she starts screaming the house down, dishes go flying, my perpetual ducking sets the dog-off Yapping!!! and I get me ankles bit.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2014 20:50:51 GMT -5
when my wife..says.. "Can I find that rhythm which first registers in my feet?" I'm lost in your love Lost in my love for you Everything that you say Everything that you do I'm lost in your love Good morning Sharon. |
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2014 0:00:05 GMT -5
This morning I ate
A fresh ripe peach
And sat on a hot
Iron stove.
Then it all came back to me:
The crows! The crows!
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