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Dave, you wrote:

>At first it seems as though it is human limitation
which distorts the structureless reality, that is to
fault of intellect and senses to name two, but then
it is realized that such is the intention.

>Where does it come from this image. Are there sensors,

intellect that is ours? Memory erased!

>A swirl in the collective consciousness generates the
apparitions and THIS appears, but until the twinkling
glance of Grace touches upon it, collective memory
remains dormant.

>Is it hidden on purpose? It seems so. Is it intended
remain so? If it were not for Grace, one would have to
say "yes"
there too.

>So, here are all my words, along with all of yours to
touch the scintillating fabric in the intent to jog
the collective memory.

>It's true, nothing here is the answer, and in the end
the questions
and inquiries are of little significance.

>Our models and words fall in ruins as the collective
begins to remember the truth, it's passed this way
before until
achieving its blessed escape.

Gene Replies:

When one points to what is not seen,
One points to space, emptiness,
To the unknown.

When one points to what is not seen,
Others who follow the pointer
Are hinted.

What then is seen in the unknown,
In space, in emptiness,
Are imaginings.

It is easy to hint,
But difficult to illuminate,
Harder yet to banish imaginings.

Without imaginings,
What is not seen becomes visible,
Unknown becomes known.

Space is unseen,
Emptiness is unseen,
When filled with imaginings.

Awareness, like space,
Contains all things,
Yet is itself invisible.

Pointing to invisible awareness
Materializes imaginings
Populating emptiness,

To depopulate emptiness
Is to materialize awareness
As space itself.

When one points to what is not seen,
One who sees what is not there,
Sees what is there,

Seeing emptiness,
Is seeing awareness
Seeing naked space,

Naked space is emptiness,
Emptiness of imaginings,
Fullness of awareness.

Naked and aware...

==Gene Poole==

Emptiness, the unknown is what's left
after throwing away all that you know.

Thank you



Part I

Thrilling awareness
No obstacles to collide
The ultimate ride,

By mastery of imagination
I place the objects
If any,

Or by withdrawal
Of imagination
I rest,

Either way is best.

Part II

There is no rest
For those who imagine
That anything is other than imagined,

Standards of proof,
Criteria of reality,
Thus are made judges,

People are only as real
As they assume their imaginings to be,
Thus they are mortal,

Empty space is the portal.

Part III

Imagine a door
And then open it,
If you have the imagined key,

Pass from pain to pleasure,
As you imagine it to be,
Success by obeying imagined criteria,

Criteria imagined
And validated by consensus,
Our imaginary masters,

Imagine yourself to be the master.

Part IV

Master of imagination,
Imagine that you imagine

Set one imagining
Against another imagining,
Or vanish all imaginings,

Or imagine all imaginings
To be an image of interimaginary harmony,
Thus to let peace reign in your imagination,

Empty field of awareness, aware of itself

Part V

Empty field of awareness,
One vast space,
Playground of space-Beings

Imagined by you,
Made from nothing,
To nothing they return,

Yet you are untouched,
Invisible awareness,
You call yourself "self"

I know you as me.



Hi Mark and everyone,

So much has happened these last few days during my
to my little brother in Arizona.

Yesterday my housesitter's mom called to tell me my dog

Wally was dead. Her son was watching TV at our house,

noticed Wally was not there.....looked for him and
found him
dead in the kitchen.

I'm shocked to see the depth of pain and sorrow flowing

thru me. The truth is, I don't remember experiencing
depth of sorrow even when my mother passed.

When my mother passed....I was still so emotionally
I don't think I cried more than 10 minutes.

Last night I cried for hours......for Wally, for me,
and especially
for my son Joseph who just lost his best friend. And
yet the
sorrow is bittersweet. Even though there is such a
sense of
heaviness on my heart.....even though the tears don't
even now....there is also a sense of beauty, a sense of
sorrow being exquisite.....a sense of celebration for
having those precious years with Wally, and for the
love he offered us.

Yesterday I wailed. Today it has changed to warm tears

falling drop by drop onto my cheeks. Today the feeling
love is wrapped around that sorrow. Today I feel
wholely alive. And I'm grateful. Today is a feeling
of dancing
in the circle of the joys and the
sorrows....and I'm
reminded of the saying (it may be Buddhist): of the
to 'joyfully participate in the sorrows of life'.

And in that joyful participation I honor the challenges

you're facing these days, Mark.

My little brother just yesterday received his 9 month
sobriety coin from AA. And yesterday, just before
receiving the news of Wally's death, my sister in law
admitted for the first time herself, to my
brother, to me....that she is angry. She admitted
that she's been choking back years and years of
anger at my brother for all the destruction his
has wrought.....and anger at herself....and her father
who was also an alchoholic,

and she's scared to death. Scared that now that she
has admitted her anger, that it will be unleashed.

I have a sense of what your challenges are, Mark, and
I only say that you are not alone. I would even go
so far to say that there are MANY on this list that
first hand what your challenges are.

You're not alone. And yet you are.

We connect at first to know we are not alone, and to
somehow gain courage to face our own aloneness.

And this somehow, paradoxically, is perfect.

I love you.




What do you mean when you say "I love you"
to Mark?

What is it you love about him?

What is it exactly that is UNIQUELY 'Mark'.....which
is NOT 'fake' as he claims.....that you love? Do you
mind specifying?

Do you love me as much as Mark, or in the same

If so, then what does 'I love you' mean?

~ Thinking of this recently, I realized it is the love

in the 'other' that I love, whether it is hidden or
Once I gave up qualifications for lovability, the
of "Do I love you?" or even "Let me count the ways that
love you." no longer came up.

"Namaste" means, "I greet your soul from my soul."

I love you can be the english version of Namaste.

I love you, Melody, for no reason at all.



As for this overflowing cup,
to where do you think it is
flowing? Only to its Source.

Have I stopped in time?
Only if I have never begun.

If I've begun, then
let me not cease
until I know the
end to be in the

"The road of excess leads
to the palace of

"I will give you water to
drink that flows


>KKT: Sincere words are not sweet,
> Sweet words are not sincere.
> Tao Teh Ching

>Another translation:
> True words are not beautiful,
> Beautiful words are not true.
>Hello, Dan-ji ;-))
>Another one:
> As for holding to fullness,
> Far better were it to stop in time!
> Tao Teh Ching
>Another translation:
> To hold and fill to overflowing,
> Is not as good as to stop in time.
>Cheers :-)

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