Yes, people are always looking to mimic.
The teacher wears his hair this way, and wears these beads,
so I will wear my hair this way and wear these beads and
in that fashion I will get to be the teacher. Now that's an
over simplification, but that's exactly what we have going
here, people always looking to *find out* the teacher
so they can mimick. Basically what they're trying to do is
to somehow *eat* the teacher. lol
Like I've said I don't know how many times now, it's
"self" realization kids, NOT *teacher* realization. :-)
And Socrates said, "know thyself", NOT "know thy other guy".
Hi Judi -
And what are all the texts, except
ways that someone said "See, I know it
this way, and you can, too -- be like me" ...
And what are all the teachers, except
ways of saying, "This is how it is
for me, and it can be that way for
you, too, you can be like me" ...
Texts and teachers can be helpful to a point -
they may indicate and suggest, but they
can't give what is pointed to.
What is pointed to, can't be gotten.
So, maybe texts and teachers
give the beginning of a push for
But the real splat! the pull of
gravity is only from
the self. What is understood
is who I am.
Not the understanding someone
gave or said, including any words
given here ...
The splat! isn't words, nor is
it the love or idealization of someone
else or something else.
Thinking there is something to get
from someone, somewhere else
to be, some other way experience
is supposed to be ... all these
thoughts, hopes, wishes evaporate ...
There is no other way it is supposed
to be, because there is only this,
just like this ...
dear friends....a little over a week ago i thought (foolish conceptualizing mad dog
that i am) that i had written everything i had to write
for a while....surprized by joy i find that the Beloved is revealed in the aspect of
my beloved Mira once again and has plunged me to
deeper depths and called me to higher heights....^^~~~~~
further up and further
p.s. both the Brahm's (Thrid Movment) or Rachmaninoff (Second Movement) Second Piano
Concerti are part of the inspiration
behind this poem....
a noble prince on a silver horse<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns =
sharttered shards, shifting scree, scattered sands
your eyes have brought anodine tears of penitence
to my blinded, blurry and blankly staring eyes
eyes scratched and pierced by sharp pinnacles
my visions of bright tomorrows broken into
ten times ten thousand shimmering fragments
your love has washed away the brine and slime
lust vainly indulged to appease but never satisfy
the immortal longings of my hot and sensual flesh
shifting scree, scattered sands, shattered shards
your hands are the hands of my queen and healer
you have taken my hands broken by my silly pride
granite decomposed to coarse gravel by sins committed
justified chicanery of overwrought too eager thoughts
a coyote mind duped by its tricksy twisting contortions
serpentine thoughts slithering down the mountainside
clenching deep, dark valleys of compressed suffering
guilt shifting, piling, hiding, concealing shifltless guilt
scattered sands, shattered shards, shifting scree,
your ripe lips are those of a goddess plump and sweet
the lips of one who sips delicately on divine cabernet
your whet kisses flood my parched and barren heart
bring the aeons of famine and self denial to an end
your nectar has trickled gently into the deep desert
settling the sands burnt to dust and ashes by my raging
flooded my scorched, barren passion with an endless river
sweetwater washing ancient scars, icy grief with endless love
shattered shards, shifting scree, scattered sands
your love has gathered all of these broken things
your love has resurrected them into a proud prince
you have placed your noble warrior on a shining stallion
you have called him by his once and always true name
shattered shards into a shining mountain of truth and beauty,
shifting scree into a proud prince and noble warrior with a clear vision,
scattered sands into a shimmering silver steed of holy fire and divine
I rise a shining mountain, I stand a proud prince, I mount a noble warrior, I ride a
I ride for you. To you I come my beloved! My beloved I come to you! I ride just for
I come! I ride! I come!
mark christopher valentine
(may 7, 2001)
When my now of many years ago seemed bleak despair...I always knew there was another
now, this now in factI dreamed this
now...In that now of all those years ago there were thoughts of suicide,long alcoholic
binges, there was a rabbitty fear of
others...weirddreams and odd compelling fantasies. Not weird enough or compellngenough
to make me truly sick...just
background noise I was accustomedto living with. At that time my thought was that, I
was a potentialsomething lost...that my
life was useless..less than useless, it wasan impediment and an embarrassment to the
sane.But there was another now at work,
the anti/now of then....somehow Ialways knew I would be well, that I would get it
together and findsome happiness... I did not
find happiness, it found me. It finds me when bits ofidentity are seen through and
dissolved... and it finds me where myeyes are
looking for the most part, so although I see sadness, angerand pain on these city
streets, I also see love and playfulness
amongyoung and old, jokes and laughter, sexy glances between lovers...allthe stuff of
happiness. I see love sometimes...but I
think it sees me always.With love and appreciation for all my teachers, Ron
Many people are looking at ETs as saviors or devils, but I'm not
of them. I just think it would be historic and mind-blowing for the
contact which has already occurred to be acknowledged publicly at
the highest levels of government. I'm glad you've got better
things to do than to occupy your mind with such trivialities.
when E.T. knocks on my door, I'll be happy to invite him
for tea. "E" tea. :-)
May I come in for tea?
Which planet is this again?
Little do they know, we already walk among them. :-)
Appropos of this thread, a
friend recently e-mailed me