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06-04-2024, 01:35 AM
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Master
Join Date: Jun 2018
Posts: 3,506
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Hits direct
Empathic hits
They strike inside
Directly felt
No where to hide
Sensitivity arises
When harmful blows
Hit your feeling
No where to go
Just into feeling
Feel it now
Feel it fully
Let go
To Zen
No story
No deal
No mind involved
It stirs
It shakes
It jostles
To and fro
No shame, no pain
No story when
How or if
From whom
It sends
Letting blows tear those wounds
Directly let’s the fallen moon
Rise inside
Light the way
Faster than this moving play …
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The universe is made up of experiences that are designed to burn out your attachment, your clinging, to pleasure, to pain, to fear, to all of it. And as long as there is a place where you’re vulnerable, the universe will find a way to confront you with it. - Ram Dass
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06-04-2024, 05:06 AM
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Master
Join Date: Jun 2018
Posts: 3,506
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Realisation marks this pain
The moon can’t slow to this chain
What falls, rises once again
Darkened skies, winters blend
Shadows cast
A cosy den
All the while in this way
There’s nothing of you in this play
A story, play not your own
Feel your way
Don’t be the clone
The one caught up in others moans
Taking in, taking hits
From others caught
In their tricks
Jokers pride
Can’t compare
To whispers felt
As your care
Noise and drama
Stops with you
Ending as you feel
Not view
With judgement, claims
Not right, unfair
A broken heart
Cannot repair
When mind alone joins the pride
The untamed lions at your side
Seek their shelter in their ways
There you’ll land on their fallen rays
Moon light in its fullness glows
Lights the darkness
Without the woes
Without entangled troubled mess
Seek the light
Of moonlight zest..
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The universe is made up of experiences that are designed to burn out your attachment, your clinging, to pleasure, to pain, to fear, to all of it. And as long as there is a place where you’re vulnerable, the universe will find a way to confront you with it. - Ram Dass
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08-04-2024, 11:27 AM
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Master
Join Date: Nov 2012
Posts: 2,856
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Two nice poems. I really enjoyed the first one as it spoke to me about
how strong our tendencies can be and the tendencies of other minds too.
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Too much intellectual pride and not enough intellectual beauty
To Thine own Self be True
The Frost performs its secret ministry,Unhelped by any wind. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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10-04-2024, 11:47 AM
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Master
Join Date: Jun 2018
Posts: 3,506
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Thanks Joe.
It’s a whole other playing field, (yet all one and us) that we either blend with and wither, or blend with and bloom..
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The universe is made up of experiences that are designed to burn out your attachment, your clinging, to pleasure, to pain, to fear, to all of it. And as long as there is a place where you’re vulnerable, the universe will find a way to confront you with it. - Ram Dass
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15-04-2024, 05:55 AM
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Master
Join Date: Nov 2012
Posts: 2,856
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Quote:
Originally Posted by JustBe
Thanks Joe.
It’s a whole other playing field, (yet all one and us) that we either blend with and wither, or blend with and bloom..
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Yes, our inner world reflects the cycles of nature outside of us, or apparently outside of us. This might sound obvious but often the trajectory of the human race
seems rife on pushing against the natural cycle with silly and dissatisfying results. Although it could be said without this natural push back there is no creativity in terms
of material improvement, so having a natural balance might be the best expression of our lives lived here on earth.
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Too much intellectual pride and not enough intellectual beauty
To Thine own Self be True
The Frost performs its secret ministry,Unhelped by any wind. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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