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| Buddha Rewound
Posted: 1/23/2009 7:15:18 AM | brizo, I did see it..guess I need to watch it again LOL.
My mornings Pondering:
Both the ascetics who crave for pleasure, and those who deny themselves any enjoyment in an extreme way, are destroyed. Referring to the latter, the Buddha says:
** "Because their bodies were extremely emaciated, their strength and energy diminished, freedom of mind diminished; because freedom of mind diminished, they went back to the very crop sown by Måra-the material things of this world."
The message of the sutta is that ascetic withdrawal can reduce the mind's ability to discern. It can also lead to the repression of mental tendencies rather than to their rooting out and destruction.
...Elizabeth J. Harris On Detachment and Compassion in Early Buddhism
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Rewinding Buddha
detachment
has been one lifelong
quandry
antithetical to
the core of me
I think I finally felt a glimmer
of what so long eluded me
my heart never quite made my head agree
today I think I finally
see
** on attempting to suppress cravings and desires..it doesn't work..only rooting out and destroying works..One of the reasons religion often doesn't work in my opinion...so many simply forced to try to suppress..and it seems to feed the fire of the craving.. | |
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| Buddha Rewound and a kiss from a lil kid
Posted: 1/30/2009 4:02:30 PM | my kid wrote a song and then a poem, darlin..
let's give the sacred hoop a spin
here's his song:
What you did for me is what he titled it..
you make my heart beat
you make my blood flow
I cannot live without you
you put me in school
you gave me a jewel
you gave me what I need to live
you told me that I should stick with my dream
and my dream is singing
if I could not sing, I couldn't have a job
I would be broke because the only thing I like is singing
so, you told me to keep my dreams so I will
Here's his poem:
I'd do anything for you
you help me and I'll help you
so we're always even for life
 that's an eight year old who wrote with glitter pen, babe..
I just added a ' or two.. no editing other than that
I had him quote it to me as I typed it.
that's him per vatum  | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 1/31/2009 11:29:45 AM | missed the boat in first, last....
going under
Urgency heeded
states clamor for funding
that's sorely needed
Exxon Mobil got $20 billion
in bonuses
how does it feel
to sink your own country
in your greed
and excesses?
have fun driving
on the roads
we can't afford to salt
an anxious moment
for your chauffer
as your limo slides
to a halt
you put the squeeze
to us last year
and this is partly
your fault
LS 01/31/09 | |
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| Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems
Posted: 1/31/2009 11:55:25 AM | Hi there.
I love your freedom of speech, Brizo.
You speak of things that would stick in my throat.
Our consolation is we only die once
They can't take that away from us
Drawn and quartered or hit by a bus
Digested by parasitical betrayed trust
Neuronal edema in the face of blood lust
No wonder an enemy with dynamite thrust
invites us to join as he only dies once | |
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| The speeding train
Posted: 1/31/2009 12:26:40 PM | Waking experience prior to the dream - After 35 years of silence I saw an old friend on a Television program, she was a guest. I searched for her and found a reference to her via a magazines website and a possible person that could reach her. I emailed and then went to bed...
I dreamt of my old friend. As dreams do it unfolded and went through many traumatic experiences of pain and loss, fear and running. Towards the end I dreamt that I was on a train and all of the passengers were frenzied because the train was traveling at a speed that would make deboarding the train impossible. And there seemed to be no stops for debarcation. No one dared go near a door or window. I was horrified and fearful for anyone who would try to depart. Then I found myself outside the train and all was calm. I could see the train crammed with people all with frenzied expressions and fear written in their bodies. Many of us on the outside could feel and sense the terror of the passengers for we had been there ourselves. We wanted to help them see that the train was not even moving, the view from inside was an illussion the train they were on went nowhere. Several of us broke the windows and released those we could pull from the train, those willing to leave. Most screamed and backed away others could see that safety lay outside not trapped inside of the illussion.
I woke the next day in terror of actually making contact with this old friend, but knew that my fear was trying to keep me from moving forward. I had such a strong desire to reconnect with her. This was not a love interest of the opposite sex, it was a dear friend I'd lost touch with when I moved east from Reno and she moved further west.
I calmed myself and began my search for her again. I found her and a picture of her. I again reached out to her via a business email I had located. When I started the search I only knew her name and home town, she now lives in Fresno what are the odds I'd have ever found her if I'd not had the clue from the TV program on a channel I've watched 3 times prior.
She wrote back and I found out she is retiring and has just sold her home. Had I waited longer to reach her I'd have not found her via her work email address.
I realized she is my friend on the outside of the train. In her email she wrote, "I'm ready to take things at a slower pace". I know I want to deboard the train and I'm afraid to. I don't know anyone else on this planet that is retired other than my ex-husband and I cannot really talk to him. What a gift to find my friend again and to have someone to help me break the window of the business (busy-ness) train. To step out of the frenzy and to take life at a normal pace again. | |
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| The speeding train
Posted: 1/31/2009 12:44:28 PM | ^^^^neat interpretation...that's odd, I was just emailing bic wondering if we were going to be the first generation in seventy years to work till we dropped...
the cracks of poverty I wasn't spared
the whole nation is running scared
and living right down to the bone
hey girl, you're not alone
I open the classified and they're empty
that's pretty sad for the nation of plenty
even so we're luckier than many others
our poverty is wealth to starving brothers
LS 1/31/09 | |
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| The speeding train
Posted: 1/31/2009 3:22:14 PM | Hi gicma and brizo.
Gicma, I've enjoyed what I've seen of your posts.
Poverty, yuk. fear, double yuk.
I'm drunk. yum.
I took some self-pictures a little while ago.
This age thing is a hoot, ain't it? Gicma, you go girl.
You're sixty--ish?
Ah well, so this is a thread about dreams...parables. . . parlebas 
Parables of dreams or prose.
That's really personal.
A slide
a tall one
on a high embankment
where one could fall
gaining momentum
and losing restraint
losing touch
by flash of fantasy
the call of suicide
or looking back.
but in the dream, you fly. | |
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| The speeding train
Posted: 1/31/2009 5:07:44 PM | according to dream interpretation, flying is a feeling of mastery over something that had been troubling you... good on ya.... | |
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| The speeding train
Posted: 2/7/2009 10:37:24 PM | Sister sunshine you have planted a garden in our soul
Cooked up the most amazing recipe for wisdom
And talked us through those quiet hours of sadness
You have healing at your touch
Filled with herbs and remedies for everything
I can always see your eyes twinkling with laughter
When you talk of the passion of life you carry with you
Each and every day
And when you speak it is easy to feel
That shy little girl inside us all
Wanting to learn and to share life’s beauty
You have a close knit family
And spread the love far and wide
Adventure calls to you
And off you go
A saddlebag preacher, a nurse, a daughter of the earth
Who listens without reproach
Arms always open you have given this lifetime
All you can to help others
And I can’t fathom why
That man of your dreams
Hasn’t found you yet
To enrich his life
As you have done ours. | |
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| walking thru the past
Posted: 2/13/2009 1:05:44 AM | hi guys..I will play host later...I thank everyone for dropping by and posting tho...soon I will try to catch up on my hosting...
for now I want to be
INDULGENT lol
taking a little right brain break now from my research...
and the memories
been a productive analytical week
don't know why this song demanded to be posted now in the midst of my research, but here it is with no apology *smile
what a beautiful day it has been........
a beautiful month, even with the death of my beloved Aunt...it was a mystical day when we laid her to rest...she was so beautiful.....so many ghosts of beauty were there that day........I was 16 again that day...so many memories surrounding all of us....I left the day thinking simply my most frequent quote "they should have sent a poet"....the feelings linger, but the words have not come yet.....it is intense inside me...where are my poets and philosophers tonight
to give me WORDS to describe what I FEEL...
and this song broke my analytical research mood tonight so my mind could rest *smile.....
ahh it is always a good day when much is accomplished *smile...
Last night Autumn managed to send me to another place with visions of misty fogs, waterfalls, rolling green hills, outlanders...tonight it was this song that broke thru my analytical work....
this song went into my alternate processing memory bank and I don't even care to analyze any more tonight why it seemed to demand to be posted here lol lol...
many thanks to Granny J for guiding me to Grandmother Tsisquayi name today
synchronicity ..some movie star named their child this name recently and was ridiculed....even their ignorance didn't bother me this week......Tsisquayi is cherokee for "Birdie", my grandmother's cherokee name......a reminder of the bird clan of the tribe.....so we wouldn't forget...and so now I take my duty seriously, to remind the others...to be the record keeper...
great, great grandmother has guided my search today and together we walked thru the multi colored canyons of Utah, wagon trains under attack, dust storms, rolling hillsides, and the bonds of love that make it all worthwhile.....from Egypt to Asia to the cornfields of Georgia.
no the circle isn't complete yet...it grows and grows still....
I want to thank my crow tonight for knowing me so well at times and for loving me all these years despite my many faults *smile, my angel whose heart is simply more like mine than anyone I have ever known, truly my twin soul, and my philosopher friend germtheory who I love deeply for his fearless internal search and brings me such deep conversations the last few weeks helping my transition back to ME.
How did I get so lucky to find you all in this life to tolerate me *smile...and all the rest who know they are in my circle...
and
The dog who may very well turn out to be related by blood *smile we have discovered this week.....he is just a fluffy bunny nerd in alpha, scorpio dog clothing LOL..oh I will get hell for that I bet LOL...
Lately I have learned I love
the aging process in this plane
growing older
learning to break down the brick walls
whether they are 300 years ago
or simply just yesterdays
say what you feel
no need for hiding
true intimacy
more than a genetic
mitochondrial d-loop
my circle lifts me above
worldly things
reminding
what is true
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I know Baez did this, but this is Blackmore Nights now
"Diamonds And Rust"
Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
My hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
Oh and you brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing
With leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You are always so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all coming back too clearly
Oh I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid
Diamonds and rust
Diamonds and rust
Diamonds and rust
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oh bite me.....lol.....after tracing centuries today I gloat at my indulgence to switch off my brain tonight and just let my hallmark heart indulge itself *smile.
I am with you all tonight
and I know you feel me too..
forgive me for interjecting into your dreams tonight *smile...I just wanted us all together tonight as I bring the past to the present *smile.. | |
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| walking thru the past
Posted: 2/13/2009 2:19:19 AM | I'm wide awake too, darlin..
I was trying to figure out where to toss out another ballad
jesus.. you did good!
even tossed in a few extra words.. hahaha 
if anyone ever questions why I love Drea; we're gonna fight
and I'd suggest that you don't just bring a knife
I just got through telling P in mail that I was going on a test write
to see if I need to get more of this shyt for the pipe
I'll no doubt turn out to have black sheep dna
but, that's not on the application nowdays anyway
I'm almost politically correct
dam.n near walk erect
and I did have an aids test
I'm negative
Fat bottom girls is on my radio again
I think I'll fantasize about 'em
now they're playing a buffett advertisement
tis the season
Drea doesn't have a fat bottom
and oddly, she wishes that she'd inherited one
she'd make a really cute fat chic
put that bikini on and show me your ass crack
how much ballad do you want, darlin?
because, you know that I can go on and on
I don't want to pyss off grandmother
and you know that I always walk that line called the border
memories of glacier like waterfalls feeding a tiny pond
I think we should build one and recreate the situation
the tourists would all pay highly to view the freak show
most of us circus folk live in houses that you can pull down the road
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| walking thru the past
Posted: 2/13/2009 2:35:53 AM | lol..so funny!!!
15 minutes after posting that and my kid wakes up and emails me..I said what the HELL are you doing up so early...
and he is flying to within 30 minutes of my angel tomorrow LOL...I guess I woke everyone up tonight with my energy *smile..
sorry, but it was a really GOOD DAY lol...
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| walking thru the past
Posted: 2/21/2009 1:59:24 AM | you know I had to mark the time
desireless to clever
you don't have to be strong for me
still...
tonight you gave me what I need
to deal with tomorrow
I defy the weight in my chest
only your voice
surrounds me
sounding like tears
a scent of joy
tonight I can still smile
when the time comes
I will
echo *smile
you
strong
and you will forgive me when I fail
Rainbow In The Dark
(how can I hear Dio while you are away without hearing your amazing voice)
When there's lightning - it only always brings me down
Cause it's free and I see that it's me
Who's lost and never found
I cry for magic - I feel it dancing in the light
But it was cold - I lost my hold
To the shadows of the night
There's no sign of the morning coming
You've been left on your own
Like a Rainbow in the Dark
Do your demons - do they ever let you go
When you've tried - do they hide -deep inside
Is it someone that you know
You're just a picture - you're an image caught in time
We're a lie - you and I
We're words without a rhyme | |
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| strange universe
Posted: 2/21/2009 2:26:29 AM | To my angel
you are so full of S#it
echo
thank you for your energy tonight
god how I love your ranting !
how dare you say all those
things about
my angel
echo
gratitude
echo
I found you once again
my beautiful warrior
my poet
my angel
I am there
pulling back my bow
beside you
for all time
For you, I understand the ghosts in my computer last night now...the flashes of your face, your voice, and this song...
yeah I often wonder about the fvkng warped sense of humor the universe seems to have..
hule, shule, shule aroon
Shule go succir agus, shule go kewn,
Shule go durrus oggus aylig lume,
Shule, shule, shule aroon
Shule go succir agus, shule go kewn,
Shule go durrus oggus aylig lume,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.
I wish I was on yonder hill
’Tis there I’d sit and cry my fill,
And every tear would turn a mill
I'll sell my rod, I'll sell my reel
I'll sell my only spinning wheel
To buy my love a sword of steel
Shule, shule, shule aroon
Shule go succir agus, shule go kewn,
Shule go durrus oggus aylig lume,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.
I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red
And 'round the world I'll beg my bread
Until my parents shall wish me dead
Shule, shule, shule aroon
Shule go succir agus, shule go kewn,
Shule go durrus oggus aylig lume,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.
Shule, shule, shule aroon
Shule go succir agus, shule go kewn,
Shule go durrus oggus aylig lume
Shule, shule, shule aroon
Shule go succir agus, shule go kewn,
Shule go durrus oggus aylig lume,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn. | |
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| strange universe
Posted: 2/22/2009 4:32:06 PM | wonder...
if we were in the race
was that the prize?
astonished eyes
to marvel at
each moment's grace
once more -
we're granted faith
in faith once more,
thankful for renewal
of our awe and fascination
joy nearly extinguished
in gasping suffocation
but the cynics were
mistaken
soul stirred and shaken,
our sins buried under
rise from waters pure
wonder will endure
LS 02/14/09
Crayons Dipped in Phoenix Fire | |
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| strange universe
Posted: 2/27/2009 8:31:03 PM | thanks brizo...you know you are TOP SHELF on all my friends bookshelves *smiles..
repeat
"When a Blind Man Cries"
Deep Purple..
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| strange universe
Posted: 2/27/2009 9:01:32 PM | Crayons indeed multi colours
Paint pictures of those we cherish
Of those we chose
To Hate,beleive,trust
Dare to wander even to exsplore
Astonished caught up within it all
A World,this very world of creativaty
Creating sences of cold,of warmth,of heat
Wonder endures as seasons change
Silence best hidden a Dream caught in Flight | |
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| strange universe
Posted: 2/27/2009 9:36:21 PM | shudden: Silence best hidden
a Dream caught in Flight
sighss...
never best hidden no matter the outcome
something tells me you already know that.......... | |
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| strange universe
Posted: 2/28/2009 2:19:25 AM | think I'll head to amsterdam and score some junk
next stop, tibetan monk
there's a wiseman on top of a mountain somewhere
and no one seems to know the directions to there
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| strange universe
Posted: 3/5/2009 8:28:11 PM | strange be it the world abound
a word sentance caught
draped within a wiseman
of will of will not
visions scream oasis dream
of
will
of
will not | |
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| strange universe
Posted: 3/5/2009 10:53:43 PM | Slawn the glenn suns kiss delight
Grut rumble roll flicker
Be near o well be near to tell
Sun sunrise weaken thyn eye
Glazed in bundel snuggle
To meet the morn with wide open eyes
Catch the moor enchanted skies
One glance a distant delight
Shiver
Smile
Sigh | |
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| strange shyt ya got in your purse, eh?
Posted: 3/14/2009 1:21:27 AM | all I asked for was the car keys
can't you find them for me please?
I ain't stickin my hand in there
I'd get your lipstick on your spare underwear
the small and heavy stuff settles to the bottom
the top is covered with god knows what and tampons
I ain't goin in there
do me the favor
I'm runnin up to the store for what was it?
maybe you should make me a list
or god only knows what I'll come back with
and I don't wanna go back again for forgettin chips
moo | |
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| strange shyt ya got in your purse, eh?
Posted: 3/18/2009 8:24:07 AM | good to see you again shudden...your last post reminded me of a few of my dreams the last weeks...moors, glens, celtic lore *smile.
now dog I KN OW you weren't asking me what you forgot lol..I make my lists then never look at them lol.
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We return to his house and he shows me his new computer. At first, I'm ashamed at all the great lines and curves it offers with the press of a button. Anything that helps man create and progress gets my nod, but it soon becomes repetitious. I become sad because we are not looking at each other. Our eyes have become prisoners of the screen, The Great Eye. It, like the TV screen, has replaced the fire in the cave. Men are no longer gathering in the cold night to stay warm and release their spirits through stories. We no longer look into each other's souls. Maybe we're afraid of what we might see.
I go to bed with the feeling I have failed to connect with someone I love. But, of course, it is ONLY a feeling, .........
........Jerry Ellis upon his return from Walking the Trail of Tears
Eigenwelt is everything that I perceive and experience as "my world". It contains everything that I identify with.
Gegenwelt is everything that I perceive and experience as "outside". It is the world I come up against.
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