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Jan 2, 2024 12:00:45 GMT -5
Post by laughter on Jan 2, 2024 12:00:45 GMT -5
The House By The Side Of The Road Sam Foss
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Jan 2, 2024 20:29:41 GMT -5
Post by justlikeyou on Jan 2, 2024 20:29:41 GMT -5
The House By The Side Of The Road Sam Foss Yes, Thank you, L. I neglected to give credit where credit is due.
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Feb 12, 2024 6:43:26 GMT -5
Post by laughter on Feb 12, 2024 6:43:26 GMT -5
Gambling for Grace
Set the cards face up on the table of Life
Open, silent Move, eyes open or sit, eyes closed
Dive in play it the infinite game
In any event, how could you ever refrain?
The stakes may seem steep or maybe you already know, you have nothing to lose
There is noone waiting just the dice there, here and now, to be thrown
When will she come? Gracie is coy chase her, and she dances away the edges of her gossamer gown flowing through your fingers where did she go?
Round and round the roullette wheel never stops spinning but the pill can suddenly jump the track
Allow the mind to stillness which doesn't mean you stay rooted in a stuckness waiting for the day Call body to alignment vibe now with the Sun stand now straight and only here with nowhere left to run.
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Feb 12, 2024 23:13:53 GMT -5
Post by bluey on Feb 12, 2024 23:13:53 GMT -5
Beautiful
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Post by laughter on Mar 16, 2024 9:07:16 GMT -5
seek the truth relentlessly and without reservation reject it in any voice, any word either your own, or anothers
it cannot fail to find you you will hear it on a spring morning as the song of a wren you will see it on a summer soltice evening horizon you will feel it as the spray from a waterfall and always, as the wind, and the motion of the living Earth, waving, in response
you will know it, in an instant of mirth as yourself, as it is and always will be here and now as the seeker, is the sought.
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Mar 18, 2024 8:26:02 GMT -5
Post by laughter on Mar 18, 2024 8:26:02 GMT -5
... in the kiss of a raindrop the touch of a lover the eyes of a kitten. The truth, lays itself bare. always, here and now in the sound of an innocent child or the growl of a watchdog .. it calls you harken to eternity
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Mar 21, 2024 4:19:46 GMT -5
Post by laughter on Mar 21, 2024 4:19:46 GMT -5
sitting still in the solitary silence of the dark, early morning watching the horizon where attention meets interest waiting for the next thought feet on the ground the body, humming no demons may trammel here where attention on attention can open to awareness of awareness
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Apr 27, 2024 12:29:50 GMT -5
Post by laughter on Apr 27, 2024 12:29:50 GMT -5
The wind picks up and a gang of last years leaves comes scritching and sliding down the road scattering, fanning out a dried, curled, brown girzzled band of old street urchins
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Post by laughter on May 31, 2024 17:07:17 GMT -5
buttercups outline the trail tasty!
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Post by laughter on May 31, 2024 17:08:45 GMT -5
a spring breeze whispering of eternity
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Sept 6, 2024 3:03:01 GMT -5
Post by laughter on Sept 6, 2024 3:03:01 GMT -5
droplets of the infinite in tension at the surface reflecting the light of the moon
toss a stone into a lake free them from the water but only for a moment
they will follow an arc unexpected, not always predictable, but never unknown as they fall back again, to merge with their source
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Post by featherlamp on Nov 20, 2024 13:30:45 GMT -5
Sister Due to Arrive
I wait outside in the glorious parking lot. I walk around editing the ground. I enjoy a good slosh of morning coffee. I can feel the cloudy day-- all those clouds puffing out the sun, forbodding a possible rain.
Sister due to arrive will be so surprised to find me outside so unexpectantly wandering around. So long, maybe thirty minutes, I have been waiting. Now I don't know what I'm saying. I'm just waiting.
There's a good chance when the moment arrives I will say something spontaneous. But for now I don't see why I can't say something obvious. "I was saving that spot for you" or "Can you give me directions to my house?" or "I am here to help you with your fruit basket, where is your fruit basket?"
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Nov 21, 2024 7:06:16 GMT -5
Post by melvin on Nov 21, 2024 7:06:16 GMT -5
I just had a mystical dream!
The dream was so unreal yet so real. I was in this forest. I saw Srila Prabhupad. He was lecturing to me on transcendence. What it's like to be Krishna conscious.
I was mesmerized by his words, and his presence filled us with a sense of peace and tranquility. The forest around me was lush and green, and the sun was shining brightly above.
Srila Prabhupad spoke of the importance of living a life of devotion to Lord Krishna, and how it can lead us to a state of complete bliss and happiness. He explained how Krishna consciousness is not just a religion, but a way of life that can transform us from within.
As I listened to his words, I could feel myself being transported into a different dimension, one in which material desires and worries simply ceased to exist. It was as if I had stepped into a world of pure consciousness, where everything was perfect and harmonious.
The dream felt so real that when I woke up, I was left with a sense of wonder and awe. It was as if I had just had a glimpse into a higher reality, one that I hoped to experience again someday.
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Nov 21, 2024 13:35:11 GMT -5
Post by inavalan on Nov 21, 2024 13:35:11 GMT -5
I just had a mystical dream! The dream was so unreal yet so real. I was in this forest. I saw Srila Prabhupad. He was lecturing to me on transcendence. What it's like to be Krishna conscious. I was mesmerized by his words, and his presence filled us with a sense of peace and tranquility. The forest around me was lush and green, and the sun was shining brightly above. Srila Prabhupad spoke of the importance of living a life of devotion to Lord Krishna, and how it can lead us to a state of complete bliss and happiness. He explained how Krishna consciousness is not just a religion, but a way of life that can transform us from within. As I listened to his words, I could feel myself being transported into a different dimension, one in which material desires and worries simply ceased to exist. It was as if I had stepped into a world of pure consciousness, where everything was perfect and harmonious. The dream felt so real that when I woke up, I was left with a sense of wonder and awe. It was as if I had just had a glimpse into a higher reality, one that I hoped to experience again someday. So, what will you do differently from now on? What do you think of being the reason for getting this dream now? What does " way of life that can transform us from within" mean to you?
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Nov 21, 2024 13:51:59 GMT -5
Post by melvin on Nov 21, 2024 13:51:59 GMT -5
I just had a mystical dream! The dream was so unreal yet so real. I was in this forest. I saw Srila Prabhupad. He was lecturing to me on transcendence. What it's like to be Krishna conscious. I was mesmerized by his words, and his presence filled us with a sense of peace and tranquility. The forest around me was lush and green, and the sun was shining brightly above. Srila Prabhupad spoke of the importance of living a life of devotion to Lord Krishna, and how it can lead us to a state of complete bliss and happiness. He explained how Krishna consciousness is not just a religion, but a way of life that can transform us from within. As I listened to his words, I could feel myself being transported into a different dimension, one in which material desires and worries simply ceased to exist. It was as if I had stepped into a world of pure consciousness, where everything was perfect and harmonious. The dream felt so real that when I woke up, I was left with a sense of wonder and awe. It was as if I had just had a glimpse into a higher reality, one that I hoped to experience again someday. So, what will you do differently from now on? What do you think of being the reason for getting this dream now? What does " way of life that can transform us from within" mean to you? That would mean wearing a tilaka, a doti, eating prasadam, do kirtan, preach the teachings of Krishna in the Bhagavad-gita, distribute magazines, articles on Krishna consciousness, etc.
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