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Wednesday, August 21, 2002
Editor: Gloria Lee


Sends a website (worth the download wait, even if your modem is slow).
Considering our Michael's recent forays into humorland, we may need to
write our own version of their disclaimer....which to be on the safe side, is given
here to be sure you read it before viewing these "controversial" yoga videos.
If you only have time for one, I saw all three and liked the karma one best.


EXERCISE DISCLAIMER: Always consult your doctor or veterinarian before
beginning any exercise program.

ANIMAL RIGHTS DISCLAIMER: No animals were harmed in any way in
the making of "PURR-FECT YOGA". Ovaria is our favorite spiritual entity &
not one to be messed with. As a matter of fact, she really got mad at us when
we stopped filming. She missed all the extra attention & treats!

SPIRITUAL HUMOR DISCLAIMER: It is well known that almost all Yogis
have a great sense of humor. Many great spiritual leaders have valued a good
joke. We certainly wish to offend no one. Personally, we believe that anything
worth taking seriously is worth making fun of. If you wish to complain, please
feel free to do so publicly so that you will draw the most possible attention to
our site.


these disclaimers as self-evident & want to see the videos now.


from Open_Source_Spirit
(Gene Poole's new list)

From my sage of the moment, Ani DiFranco:

(excerpted from a song called Fuel, the Little Plastic Castle album) i headed for the same brick wall
is there anything i can do about
anything at all?
except go back to that corner in manhattan
and dig deeper, dig deeper this time
down beneath the impossible pain of our history
beneath unknown bones
beneath the bedrock of the mystery
beneath the sewage systems and the path train
beneath the cobblestones and the water mains
beneath the traffic of friendships and street deals
beneath the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels
beneath everything i can think of to think about
beneath it all, beneath all get out
beneath the good and the kind and the stupid and the cruel
there's a fire just waiting for fuel

there's a fire just waiting for fuel


from Open_Source_Spirit

As one who watches
division /fission and
joining / fusion

I notice these events
apparently happening
and they are happening
in emptiness

I guess this is what is
called 'change'

Yet emptiness does
not change

I feel every twitch of
change as though
all change is
in me

I guess
that makes me

If I ran Starbucks
I would make a drink
Nuclear Sunrise

Like 'realization' in words

Like 'enlightenment'
in the realm of

Chemical relativity
understood makes
formulation of hyper-
caffeineated drinks

So too does
relativity of meanings
make formulation of
conceptual light

Chemical light
Conceptual light

Yes it is play
in emptiness

And entirely

==Gene Poole==

Etymologists discover ancient
secret burial grounds of
proto-words, and bones of
first thesaurus... pictures
at eleven...


from O_S_S

"babies, onomatopoeia and language as divine virus"

Hi Nina and Gloria, dear all

A groovy bunch of thoughts by a fella named Brian Charles Clark:


I love the talk about babies, sound, awareness, learning.

How awesome it is to observe babies! Magnificent teachers.

Talk about Presence! Look at those eyes, just observing -
without established points of reference - without an established
and conditioned sense of self! Look at what shines through.

People may like to have the darshan of living or deceased Indian
masters or look at their photos. I like to look at babies and be
seen by babies.

If anyone has babies now - how exquisitely blessed you are to
be with them, learn from them and remember - remember.

The many instincts in the baby are there - hardwired - including
the making of sounds and mimicry. And all too quickly - the
sense of a separate self develops - the brain fills with
information and points of reference - emotions, pain, reactions,
protections, boundaries experienced - individual and collective
myths acquired and lived out unawares.

Thankfully, we do have access to that awesome state of
immediate eternal awareness even in adulthood. It never went
away. Oops...where did it just go?


JP who is wearing Depends undergarments and a bib :)


from ZenPearl

This is my favorite zen song...sung by Grover Monster...

Monster in the Mirror

Music by Christopher Cert
Lyrics by Norman Stiles
'c1989 Sesame Street, Inc ASCAP/Splotched Animal Music BMI

Saw a monster in the mirror
When I woke up today,
A monster in my mirror
But I did not run away.
I did not shed a tear or hide beneath my bed,
Though the monster looked at me
And this is what he said:

Wubba wubba wubba wubba
Woo woo woo,
Wubba wubba wubba
And a doodly-do.

He sang wubba wubba wubba
So I sang it too.
Do not wubba me
Or l will wubba you!
Do not wubba me
Or l will wubba you!

Told the monster in the mirror,
"No, I am not scared!"
Then I smiled at him and thanked him for
The song that we had shared.
Well, the monster thanked me too, me too,
He smiled right back and then
The monster in the mirror sang his song again.
(Repeat chorus. )

He went wubba wubba wubba
And I sang along.
Yes, wubba wubba wubba
Is a monster song!

If your mirror has a monster in it, do not shout;
This kind of situation does not call for freaking out
And do nothing that you would not like to see him do,
'Cause that monster in the mirror
He just might be you.
(Repeat chorus. )

Wubba wubba wubba
You can join in too...

Yes, if you wubba me
Then I will wubba you!
Going wubba wubba wubba
Is the thing to do!

Every time you wubba us
We'll wubba you!

from Harsha Satsangh

Date: Mon Jul 29, 2002
I was remembering some friends of mine the other day, two artists, Pershing and
Maxwell. Pershing was about sixty-five and Maxwell a little younger when I met
them. Pershing had a lot of talent and insight and Maxwell was talented but self

Pershing was the man who told me lots of things I had not thought of. He told me
that when I finally did the kind of art I thought I wanted, I may find out it was not
the kind of art I wanted to do. He was right.

He also told me about his idea of anarchy. It was a world where rules and order
were not imposed on people. It was a world where each person did the right thing
automatically and rules weren't needed and order was in the mind and heart.

Maxwell was one of the people instrumental in limiting the number of artists that
could work in the French Quarter. This meant that when new artists came to town,
they would not be able to earn money to stay, and would have to move on. Years
later this resulted in the number of the artists falling so low that the city allowed
other businesses to take over and most of the artists left the French Quarter. His
selfishness ultimately backfired on Maxwell.

Years passed and Pershing got skin cancer that progressed but he still would not
quit working. He had a lot of knowledge of accupressure and was always glad to
help others remove their shoes and administer foot therapy with steel tipped
fingers developed from years of practice. His treatments were agony but you knew
it worked and he helped lots of people. You could usually see him with someone's
foot in his hands explaining what was probably wrong with them by where he
found sensitivity.

As Pershing got sicker he would just come out and sit on the park benches. I found
out that if I talked to him he would be polite but he would get so tired from talking
I finally just said 'hi' and let him groove on his own.

One day I was talking with Maxwell and he said Pershing had been a good artist
before he went crazy. This angered me because I knew Pershing was clear but
dying and I thought it was a cheap shot. Pershing was in a sort of twilight zone.

Here is the thing, Pershing thought about his condition and Maxwell showed no
signs of any self scrutiny. To Maxwell he was crazy because he did not understand
him. It occurred to me that of the two, the one who is crazy is the one who seldom
takes stock of their condition. While it is true that that is just being ignorant, crazy
has to start somewhere. Pershing could never make himself heard to Maxwell.

Pershing was a great man and he did not need anyone else to know it. Hell I doubt
if he knew it himself.

Love Bobby G.

"Pershing" painting by Bobby Graham

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