Anon I Mus

[bluey]

Beautiful, that's it. Perfect, loving, stillness. Every word a pointer to That, pregnant with mystery, aliveness. 

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Thank you . However you do it better than I. I'm just following a master.

[bluey]

Yes Know Thy Self  Place. No I see That in you, and no master here. If it were my choosing I would purposely create a sex scandal crazy wisdom style just to be in Shawns 1 rating as you know there's less people as you go further within to share this with. One may come along,  just as bodhidharma sat facing a wall and turning his back on what he was faced with in peoples eyes seeing the wall there,  waiting to share over the unnameable with someone eager for That and nothing else. 

Another beautiful Selfie in relation to your master comment. I met a friend in a place not too far from where I lived and she would be in this group and as we met slowly she was pulled out of the limitations it was offering. She was bursting in to song when I met her. Many poems would arise as life pinned her like a butterfly to make itself known. And poetry would arise from that place. She cognised the eyes as we met. When you cognise something you already know it. Just like my encounter with the man in the book shop. Donna Maria is her name. I have mentioned her before on a post to the poster just like you when she put up the thread on the sage Suzanne  Segal. As you mentioned the word master in your last post, for Donna the poem divine essence arose one night, one of many poems that came to her on our meeting each other . Here's a just a snippet

......


Divine feet and petals sweet
Are only just but two
A physical shell in which it does dwell
I have caught in the sight of you.

I speak not of the word of master
For truth can not be held in bond
No more can you hold a bird
And separate it from its song

I speak not of the word of master
For this love you can not convey
No more can you catch the sun
And separate it from its ray

I speak not of the word of master
Too limiting it is of its light
No more can you capture the stars
And separate them from the night

I speak not of the word master
So that all you are can be known
That divine love and beauty
Has made of you a home

And no more could I not love you
Than the sea stop meeting the shore
For to see that love instated
Tis the reason I came here for


so no master here, ask Donna. I'm just a 1 rating ask Shawn. Know Thy self  Place. 

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Nov 29, 2016 17:35:26 GMT -5 bluey said:

Yes Know Thy Self  Place. No I see That in you, and no master here. If it were my choosing I would purposely create a sex scandal crazy wisdom style just to be in Shawns 1 rating as you know there's less people as you go further within to share this with. One may come along,  just as bodhidharma sat facing a wall and turning his back on what he was faced with in peoples eyes seeing the wall there,  waiting to share over the unnameable with someone eager for That and nothing else. 

Another beautiful Selfie in relation to your master comment. I met a friend in a place not too far from where I lived and she would be in this group and as we met slowly she was pulled out of the limitations it was offering. She was bursting in to song when I met her. Many poems would arise as life pinned her like a butterfly to make itself known. And poetry would arise from that place. She cognised the eyes as we met. When you cognise something you already know it. Just like my encounter with the man in the book shop. Donna Maria is her name. I have mentioned her before on a post to the poster just like you when she put up the thread on the sage Suzanne  Segal. As you mentioned the word master in your last post, for Donna the poem divine essence arose one night, one of many poems that came to her on our meeting each other . Here's a just a snippet

......


Divine feet and petals sweet
Are only just but two
A physical shell in which it does dwell
I have caught in the sight of you.

I speak not of the word of master
For truth can not be held in bond
No more can you hold a bird
And separate it from its song

I speak not of the word of master
For this love you can not convey
No more can you catch the sun
And separate it from its ray

I speak not of the word of master
Too limiting it is of its light
No more can you capture the stars
And separate them from the night

I speak not of the word master
So that all you are can be known
That divine love and beauty
Has made of you a home

And no more could I not love you
Than the sea stop meeting the shore
For to see that love instated
Tis the reason I came here for


so no master here, ask Donna. I'm just a 1 rating ask Shawn. Know Thy self  Place. 

The poem is alive, your friend is truly gifted. May I ask why you wish to scratch the word self and replace it with Place?

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Nov 29, 2016 17:35:26 GMT -5 bluey said:

Yes Know Thy Self  Place. No I see That in you, and no master here. If it were my choosing I would purposely create a sex scandal crazy wisdom style just to be in Shawns 1 rating as you know there's less people as you go further within to share this with. One may come along,  just as bodhidharma sat facing a wall and turning his back on what he was faced with in peoples eyes seeing the wall there,  waiting to share over the unnameable with someone eager for That and nothing else. 

Another beautiful Selfie in relation to your master comment. I met a friend in a place not too far from where I lived and she would be in this group and as we met slowly she was pulled out of the limitations it was offering. She was bursting in to song when I met her. Many poems would arise as life pinned her like a butterfly to make itself known. And poetry would arise from that place. She cognised the eyes as we met. When you cognise something you already know it. Just like my encounter with the man in the book shop. Donna Maria is her name. I have mentioned her before on a post to the poster just like you when she put up the thread on the sage Suzanne  Segal. As you mentioned the word master in your last post, for Donna the poem divine essence arose one night, one of many poems that came to her on our meeting each other . Here's a just a snippet

......


Divine feet and petals sweet
Are only just but two
A physical shell in which it does dwell
I have caught in the sight of you.

I speak not of the word of master
For truth can not be held in bond
No more can you hold a bird
And separate it from its song

I speak not of the word of master
For this love you can not convey
No more can you catch the sun
And separate it from its ray

I speak not of the word of master
Too limiting it is of its light
No more can you capture the stars
And separate them from the night

I speak not of the word master
So that all you are can be known
That divine love and beauty
Has made of you a home

And no more could I not love you
Than the sea stop meeting the shore
For to see that love instated
Tis the reason I came here for


so no master here, ask Donna. I'm just a 1 rating ask Shawn. Know Thy self  Place. 

Very beautiful and alive with her own realization thanks for sharing..my dear friend 

[bluey]

Bak It's just a play of words between two friends just like when Buddha met mahavira, they sat in silence and just smiled. The students expected a great debate but a smile was shared in that exchange and nothing more. Awakesowhat will smile at this.

[bluey]

She's is very beautiful in her expression awakesowhat. She read your post. And smiled.

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Nov 29, 2016 18:21:20 GMT -5 bluey said:

Bak It's just a play of words between two friends just like when Buddha met mahavira, they sat in silence and just smiled. The students expected a great debate but a smile was shared in that exchange and nothing more. Awakesowhat will smile at this.

..but, these two gentlemen would have known that they were meeting their own selves. Not their own places.

[bluey]

You have to read the post before, it's just a play of words nothing more. You're reading too much into something that isn't there. Take your mind out and you will see the play.

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Nov 29, 2016 18:24:25 GMT -5 bluey said:

She's is very beautiful in her expression awakesowhat. She read your post. And smiled.

Smiles back, smiling forward

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Nov 29, 2016 18:43:22 GMT -5 bluey said:

You have to read the post before, it's just a play of words nothing more. You're reading too much into something that isn't there. Take your mind out and you will see the play.

If you hadn't tried to back up your play of words with an unconfirmed meeting between two great men, my mind would probably have come away from it quite easily.

[bluey]

That's your argument not mine

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Nov 29, 2016 19:19:30 GMT -5 bluey said:

That's your argument not mine

And that's a platitude that bears no resemblence to what's happening. You want me to look at what you're saying though you have absolutely no interest in looking at what I've said.

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Nov 29, 2016 19:28:39 GMT -5 @bakk said:

Nov 29, 2016 19:19:30 GMT -5 bluey said:

That's your argument not mine

And that's a platitude that bears no resemblence to what's happening. You want me to look at what you're saying though you have absolutely no interest in looking at what I've said.

Can you not see it's NOT your story  Your perceived wanting comes only from your own questions not the teller of the story.

[bluey]

It's true as I see you're just projecting and nothing more. I can't respond to the wants of your mind. I don't serve that. You rushed in like a bull on heat seeing a red flag without there being a red flag. What do you want.