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Post by zin on Nov 16, 2016 19:26:13 GMT -5
(from the Sufi mail group I'm a member of.. I especially liked the last part.. (taken with his permission))
BRIEFLY Loads of lightning Tons of thunder Very little rain Now you come for me Zeroing in on nothing The planet is warming The ice is melting The seas are rising Wildcat's got my tongue I too have grown thorns Is this real life or a placebo? Let us see eye to eye First look where the starfish is pointing I plan on ignoring nothing Pour out your soul to an indifferent universe & what do you get? A performance of language & a brief break in the confusion
Steve Toth
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Nov 22, 2016 17:16:07 GMT -5
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Post by bluey on Nov 22, 2016 17:16:07 GMT -5
The Search
My love and I have travelled far I went in search to find a star I climbed mountains high and valleys low To find this love my heart does know
Through distant lands and shattering fear I battled on just to be near I slayed the dragon I fought the war I found the castle I climbed the wall
Heart yearning for my hearts desire The fever burning from the inner fire To reach my love my only goal I faced the demon I freed my soul
A light intense a lovers call I found the place I reached the door Upon my knees I prayed to enter To see my love to reach my centre
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Post by silver on Nov 26, 2016 22:29:32 GMT -5
(a no-title poem from Rsandee on SF)
Sweet dreams High hopes Funny jokes Pleasant distractions Heavy mind Ice cold Channeling storm
Clouds are swirling Forecast looking grim Lights getting darker Fire growing dim Year upon year Day after day
Stubborn you pressed on Ignored your feelings again Only caring about results Building only to collapse And collapse it will
Life isn't a test It's to be lived You prayed for something But received no reward Only reaping more work
Took a leap Just like before Remember that time? Yes you do More wishful thinking You never stop
Didn't work You tried What now? Can't see Only darkness Fate unknown Never stop
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Post by bluey on Nov 27, 2016 18:23:22 GMT -5
Open Space
Open space nothing there No flashing lights No shooting flare
No wanting for something Nothing to share A loneliness calling With no tinge of despair
Smooth with no ripples No face to recall No joy no beauty Nothing to install
Detached unassuming No climbing no fall Where am I who am I Am I nothing at all
No not me no name to call Just space unending I am no thing I am all
Caught in the middle This no mans land Empty barren unending unplanned
An expansion a threshold A new horizon crossed A slight apprehension A fear I am lost
Something within guiding me through I am not what I was I am something new
Unclothed unburdened The sun is now blue This body of earth Leaves no residue
Fluorescent uncharted I am me I am you
I seek myself in the eyes of man Who shall see me And know that I am
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 15:55:45 GMT -5
Crazy House
I was born ion a crazy house where fighting was the norm though still I had love A later day when I was a early teen I took the money saved to leave the routine Off I went in a bus too far, ended up in Florida outside a bar I stayed there a while and learn from the streets hoping to find one true friend to meet True friend never came so I joined the Air Force just the same Two years later this wasn't for me too many orders, I just wanted to be
I got married and had a kid, I thought it's OK everyone did Many years later marriage wasn't for me, I only wanted a place to be Some years later once more I took to spirituality to find the score It so happen I found a treasure that gave me much pleasure I found my place to be was always here even closer than me
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 23:02:56 GMT -5
You Will Be Amazed If you could sense the spaciousness of the sky and the dramatic beauty of shape-shifting clouds if you could feel the dark magnificence of mountains and the calm sentience of trees If you could sense that the world isn’t mechanical and inert but gloriously alive with soul-force and if you could feel this force inside you, as the essence of your being and so sense that you’re not separate after all but part of this magical communion Then your restlessness and dissatisfaction would cease. Your sense of frustration and emptiness your craving for success and power your hunger for love and affirmation your need for diversion and excitement your desire to own and conquer – these crazy traits would simply fall away like the pains of a wound which has healed. One day you will be amazed at how easy it is to be alive and how right it feels to be in the world Steve Taylor Attachments:
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Post by glimmer on Dec 12, 2016 3:11:52 GMT -5
just now waiting for evening stars
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Dec 12, 2016 10:09:22 GMT -5
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Post by silver on Dec 12, 2016 10:09:22 GMT -5
there is only re-birth coffee n me
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Post by silver on Jan 4, 2017 11:49:04 GMT -5
A fresh one from SF:
Emotions run wild in the barricaded ocean, Holding you captive directing the flow of motion, Try as you might to stand up and fight, Pain of the past hinders the flight.
The pain of the past can't last, When the spell of transmutation is cast. When all seems lost there is nothing left to give, Find your strength in pain this power is a gift.
Shine the light in the darkness don't run away and hide, Stand in the presence of your demons and the pain will subside. To embrace in the pain may seem to be insane, For your strength is in pain can you see what I’m saying?
Weakness is but strength at one end of the scale, A loss can show you that you never really fail. Pain should inspire you to have fun with the game. Strength is in pain they are one and the same.
-Incognitomagnito
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Post by silver on Jan 7, 2017 12:48:44 GMT -5
Couple poems posted on SF this morn
The Journey, by David Whyte
Above the mountains the geese turn into the light again
painting their black silhouettes on an open sky.
Sometimes everything has to be inscribed across
the heavens so you can find the one line
already written inside you. Sometimes it takes
a great sky to find that small, bright
and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart.
Sometimes with the bones of the black sticks left when the fire has gone out
someone has written something new in the ashes of your life.
You are not leaving even as the light fades quickly now you are arriving.
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Post by silver on Jan 7, 2017 12:52:38 GMT -5
Poem #2
Sweet Darkness
When your eyes are tired the world is tired also.
When your vision has gone, no part of the world can find you.
Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own.
There you can be sure you are not beyond love.
The dark will be your home tonight.
The night will give you a horizon further than you can see.
You must learn one thing: the world was made to be free in.
Give up all the other worlds except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn.
anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.”
David Whyte
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Jan 15, 2017 5:01:43 GMT -5
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Post by glimmer on Jan 15, 2017 5:01:43 GMT -5
Fortune Bonsai
The house bonsai tree has been placed by my son onto the veranda railing. The coins from Hong Kong sit amongst the polished stones above the tree’s roots, placed for good fortune. The tree, not used to the rushing winds of Wellington at this height, stays so placed – for now.
cultivated so carefully our fortunes to the wind
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Post by glimmer on Jan 15, 2017 5:02:40 GMT -5
if the dust ever settles against the light of Self who should know any moment anyway
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Jan 15, 2017 14:17:58 GMT -5
Post by zin on Jan 15, 2017 14:17:58 GMT -5
Fortune Bonsai The house bonsai tree has been placed by my son onto the veranda railing. The coins from Hong Kong sit amongst the polished stones above the tree’s roots, placed for good fortune. The tree, not used to the rushing winds of Wellington at this height, stays so placed – for now. cultivated so carefully our fortunes to the wind Thank you for telling about the tree!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2017 15:32:13 GMT -5
When someone says, "I'd know an enlightened person, if I see one," that's what called "dry bones in the desert."
When someone says, "I've chanted the Heart Sutra for sixteen years," That's known as "moss growing on the north side of the tree."
When someone asks, "Why does the Gita says there's is no such thing as time?" that's what we call "a leaf falling into the creek"
When someone says, '"nothing for me to surrender, since there is no me" That's what most say is "the breeze bending the grass"
When someone says," I no longer argue with what is, and "I'm forever grateful for that!" this is what is meant by "rain on a parched field"
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