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Thursday, August 8, 2002
Issue # 1160
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definition after definition after definition then one day you
come upon the undefinable and the edges that were so clear
cut before begin to shake somewhat, crumble into what I'd
imagine would happen if the intellect were to undergo no
less than a groundbreaking illusion awaking consciousness
and then the crumbles begin to merge and take on a life of
their own that smells oh too familiarly of the one you thought
you could lose
"True love of God means surrender to him, wanting nothing,
not even salvation."
Can I add this...
My mind falls and sinks deep, cold and trembling, in the dark
blue void thing of the...Unknown!
Bitter memories of dreams shattering that 'I' stood to be the
pillar of eternity completely disappeared into infinity...
Rivers afloat with tear pools running downhill full of tadpoles,
the gutters shivering with moss hiding the gems of the hard
My spine cracks at every thought withheld within, so many I
fought endlessly through the tunnels to gasp for breath and
Liberation is not there yet sincere the heart seems to forget
Achingly the Soul delivers the 'I' so ardently engulfed in the cry...
The wind blows towards this desert! Loneliness and
awareness wash the hurt from the dusts that cluster the
strong ties of surrender...
"It is time"
mind freaks out and tries to lead me the other way the silent
nothing calls no way to fool myself any longer I pretended in
eons it is time time to see there is nothing outside nowhere
to go no one to ask no one's hand to hold it's cold no
begging no food
I linger on the surface I do not want to go in there i have been
there since I was born
but how long can I keep waiting i sit and breathe I try to stay
open I try to do thousands of other things no energy this
ground is calling when will I give into it and let it swallow me
without regret without reservation without condition
cease to be in order to become
David Bozzi [email protected]
The Opposite of 'Alienation-Identification' [quote]
"Much material that is our own, that is part of ourselves, has
been dissociated, alienated, disowned, thrown out.
The rest of potential is not available to us. But I believe most
of it *is* available, but as projections.
I suggest we start with the impossible assumption that
whatever we believe we see in another person or in the
world is nothing but a projection.... We can reassimilate, we
can take back our projections, by projecting ourselves
completely into that other thing or person....
We have to do the opposite of alienation-identification"
- Dr Perls
Eric Ashford [email protected]
Last night when the moon heart was full I bent to touch my
head upon the earth and fell into the sky Tavern to be the
piano of Love. My chords and strings, hammers and
keyboard all became unhooked to be a silent sounding of
Hooting like a fog horn soul ran naked to emptiness, and
then the music wrote it out as Her score, like melting poetry
that is placed under a divine tongue for a bird of paradise to
O, I should like to give you this music, this poetry that only
comes from nothing. To see the glory of your smile as the
mouth of absence turned you into Majnun making love to
Leili, and then your sweet surprise as that embrace turned
into the invisible kiss that steals every heart away to be the O
Yet today, I am back in our orchestra fiddling with notes to
warm a sleepy singer up. I should like to say a few words
and set them to music so that this dance becomes wild with
delight. So that our heads can dance with our feet like dizzy
lovers playing with invisible keys.
Would that the stage of this opera house raise its curtain to
let the sky music in, but my piano has fallen from the roof and
can only play around in the garden like a happy yapping
puppy its wooden legs wobbling and chasing after a tale told
by its Mistress.
This love sick piano may seem to play, but look closer, every
joint in its frame has become unhinged, by a music making
that never saw a score sheet. By a jingle jangle melody sung
by a starlight cabaret that holds it together with heart songs
that only Love can hear.
Nina asks, Jody responds [email protected]
Nina: Is getting beyond personality even a possibility?
Jody: We are always beyond the personality, despite our
seeming to be caught up in one.
Who we are lies underneath, above and around this sense of
an entity, closer than our own breath.
It's Maya's cruel sleight-of-hand that keeps us from "seeing"
this, but there are some things we can "look" for.
When you have found within an utter lack of any special
significance whatsoever, you are on target.
Michael Read [email protected]
You've probably heard of "deja vu," the illusion of having
previously experienced a situation that is happening now.
Here are some related expressions
Feel like I've...
...milked this cow before: deja moo
...seen this strange animal before: deja gnu
...smelled this bad odor before: deja phew
...visited this menagerie before: deja zoo
...scared this person away before: deja boo
...read this mystery book before: deja clue
...been in this courtroom before: deja sue
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