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Dec 2, 2019 19:34:37 GMT -5
Post by zin on Dec 2, 2019 19:34:37 GMT -5
at first bloom my beret Paris renowned at last bloom the wind’s new hat and my forlorn frown (a little off the cuff made up piece from recent entries .. thanks for the inspiration .. that cheeky wind, always sporting new headwear) this is half related: nowadays the impression before my eyes is fluctuating crowds - people in the streets. I wish to take pics which have people, too, but it is difficult to decide on distance (I shouldn't be too near or too far).. flowers were easier : ) |
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Dec 26, 2019 1:59:32 GMT -5
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Post by glimmer on Dec 26, 2019 1:59:32 GMT -5
authenticity is key
back into the sacred whole
you never left it - didn’t you know?
dive into nothing
and press return
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Jan 14, 2020 1:55:03 GMT -5
Post by laughter on Jan 14, 2020 1:55:03 GMT -5
from elsewhere by the historical st member previously known as gypsywind, living, verby and seymour
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Post by someNOTHING! on Jan 26, 2020 13:52:40 GMT -5
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IT IS
a defining absence
movement
contour
within
absence
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Post by glimmer on Feb 17, 2020 0:10:07 GMT -5
innate
“cut with the diamond”
reads the sutra
to the listening
it can be said
sea foam forms
stars wink
is there a who here
“the diamond
cuts the way”
these words only
describe the words
set down
(I listened to a reading of the Diamond Sutra today whilst working, read about an empty cup and then laughter referenced also a diamond in the samadhi thread which prompted this. I need to empty the cup, perhaps by making tea).
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Post by laughter on Feb 17, 2020 13:39:55 GMT -5
innate“cut with the diamond” reads the sutra to the listening it can be said sea foam forms stars wink is there a who here “the diamond cuts the way” these words only describe the words set down (I listened to a reading of the Diamond Sutra today whilst working, read about an empty cup and then laughter referenced also a diamond in the samadhi thread which prompted this. I need to empty the cup, perhaps by making tea). the cup defines a space within, and a space without a porcelain surface, a delicate handle, resting in circular place neither new, nor old, and of a classic design a marvelous tool for the act of sustenance drink, the refracted tea |
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Feb 18, 2020 4:54:44 GMT -5
Post by glimmer on Feb 18, 2020 4:54:44 GMT -5
the cup defines a space within, and a space without a porcelain surface, a delicate handle, resting in circular place neither new, nor old, and of a classic design a marvelous tool for the act of sustenance drink, the refracted tea Sublime! |
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Post by glimmer on Feb 18, 2020 4:56:20 GMT -5
new earth 1
do not
lose yourself
in the world;
the world
is fleeting;
you are
not fleeting.
(Written to Tolle back in 2017 )
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Post by glimmer on Feb 18, 2020 5:04:31 GMT -5
new earth 2
knowing rolls
towards us, those giant
waves; going right
over our heads
(Written to Tolle back in 2017)
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Post by laughter on Feb 18, 2020 22:46:26 GMT -5
the cup defines a space within, and a space without a porcelain surface, a delicate handle, resting in circular place neither new, nor old, and of a classic design a marvelous tool for the act of sustenance drink, the refracted tea Sublime!  |
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Post by glimmer on Feb 19, 2020 2:22:57 GMT -5
Slipping and Sliding Fell again Couple a days ago Wound up with a scab Cross shaped near my right elbow Either its the start Of a stigmata Or just another darn scar .. .. Charlie Giardino 7/2/2017  I’m betting on the stigmata, Charlie always received it straight. |
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Post by laughter on Feb 20, 2020 14:54:05 GMT -5
okay ... they say there's a heaven come after this life ... I'd like to believe that but I just don't know ... a world with no trouble with only smiles, only peace perhaps, its true ... that's the way it all goes down one thing I do know ... this life here, the one I'm living with all its pains, its heartaches its wonder, joy and sorrow ... I gotta say I have no complaints could things have been better or worse ~ well sure but ... the magic in the going through the power in the journey ... with its bitter tears ... its uproarious laughter its loneliness and sad memories if there's a heaven that beats this then lead me to it ... cause I'm okay with this ... yeah, I'm okay with this ... CG8/20/11 It was ok with you too, Chazz.  |
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Feb 24, 2020 20:22:00 GMT -5
Post by laughter on Feb 24, 2020 20:22:00 GMT -5
I AM ALIVE We are all spiritual beings Because of a lie I am alive We are born into the World /Dream /Illusion clothe with material bodies Since the mind is a lie we lie all the time What we think is Truth is a lie Only dead men tell no lies In marriage we say, "I do" It's a lie, it's lust, to have sex To reproduce I am alive because I am a lie pause. take a good look around. listen .. to the nearest hum, the closest bird, the street outside the window for a moment feel .. the Earth beneath your feet, the air on your skin, the beat of your heart taste .. the tip of your tongue Even moments in pain have a glory to them just underneath the surface here, now, on the side of the eternal road sensation passes by in stillness, know the truth of them |
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Post by laughter on Mar 25, 2020 9:13:12 GMT -5
An email from Adyashanti today. the irony of a tenuous grounding the truth of eternity, occluded by the noise of an ephemeral storm find the inoculation for fear in the scent of spring maintain an inner-eye as the beast emerges from the other take opportunity where and as it appears regard the scope of history and place this moment relative to that how can you not marvel at the glory of it all? in instants of self-honesty, contrast illuminates there is no philosophy that is useful here no habit that one can rely on, as the moral of the story dissolves into confusion but on stillness in motion, with an inner silence backing the outer cacaphony the tenuous grounding meets the body in that moment, feel clarity |
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Post by justlikeyou on Mar 25, 2020 10:11:28 GMT -5
An email from Adyashanti today. the irony of a tenuous grounding the truth of eternity, occluded by the noise of an ephemeral storm find the inoculation for fear in the scent of springmaintain an inner-eye as the beast emerges from the other take opportunity where and as it appears regard the scope of history and place this moment relative to that how can you not marvel at the glory of it all? in instants of self-honesty, contrast illuminates there is no philosophy that is useful here no habit that one can rely on, as the moral of the story dissolves into confusion but on stillness in motion, with an inner silence backing the outer cacaphony the tenuous grounding meets the body in that moment, feel clarity As a call to come out of one's head and into the Now, that line stands apart. Nicely said. as a virus blooms all over town forsythia |
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