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  • maria luisa
    ... ORGANISM ... SENSES). ... deduction . ... YES GENE, MIND LOVES EXPLANATIONS. I PREFER SIMPLEST ONES. LOVE, ML
    Message 1 of 105 , Sep 29, 2003
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      --- In meditationsocietyofamerica@yahoogroups.com, "Gene Poole"
      <gene_poole@q...> wrote:
      > > "maria luisa" <mlcanow@y...> wrote:
      > >> "Nina" > <murrkis@y...> wrote:
      >
      > <snip>
      >
      > > > Hi, Maria Luisa, I have no bones (tee hee) with your words,
      > > > except that I did want to point out that the body organism
      > > > is part of the identity and part of what may be protected.
      > > >
      > > > To stop and observe reactions to threats
      > > > we typically ascribe to 'being of the mind'
      > > > and thus only 'threats to identity',
      > > > will reveal that these 'threats to identity'
      > > > correspond integrally with 'threats to the body'.
      > > > The converse is also observable.
      > > >
      > > > Nina
      > >
      > > YES NINA,
      > > BUT HAVE YOU SOMEHOW KNOWN OR NOTICED THAT EVEN THE BODY
      ORGANISM
      > IS
      > > ANOTHER PROJECTION OF MIND? IT'S AS UNWRASPABLE AS ANYTHING ELSE
      > > ONCE UNDERSTOOD AS A COMPOUND OF PERCEPTIONS (VIA THE FIVE
      SENSES).
      > > I THINK WE ARE TRAPPED IN THE FIVE SENSES MORE THAN WE ACCEPT IT.
      > >
      > > LOVE,
      > > ML
      >
      > The body is formed... during gestation in womb...
      > under influence of Samskara... thus the body matches
      > the eventual identity, which is of course itself built
      > according to the aversions and desires which are
      > the Samskara...
      >
      > Realization... has 'contents' which are the remainder
      > of the comparison, of the 'idiosyncratic' to the 'universal'...
      >
      > Thus there is 'self-knowledge', which is but knowing of
      > what was assumed to be 'self'... it is the 'departed self',
      > which now rests, as a record of Samskara...
      >
      > Moving forward in life, operating a body which fits with
      > an expired identity... this is the choice, compared to
      > attempting to make identity 'perfect'... or attempting to
      > make the body 'perfect', thus to perfect identity...
      >
      > What is the product of Samskara... what was assembled
      > around that armature... is what is deducted, thus to make
      > 'perfect'... in realization, first deducted is 'identity'... we
      > then operate a 'foreign body'... until death, the 'final
      deduction'.
      >
      > If we take seriously, the challenge to transcend Samskara,
      > we also know of patience versus impatience... if this is
      > so, we are willing to maintain and pilot the fleshy vehicle,
      > until that living record of Samskara is also gently returned
      > to its original star-dust.
      >
      >
      > ==Gene Poole==
      >
      > PS: ML... lower-case is preferred...
      >
      > Thanks

      YES GENE,
      MIND LOVES EXPLANATIONS. I PREFER SIMPLEST ONES.
      LOVE,
      ML
    • Era
      ... Nina, you just made my day smiles
      Message 105 of 105 , Oct 5, 2003
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        --- In meditationsocietyofamerica@yahoogroups.com, "Nina" <murrkis@y...> wrote:
        > > > When the inspiration fails, it is no worse than
        > > > a sandcastle being washed away by the beach tide.
        > > > Tomorrow, I build another sandcastle.
        > > >
        > > > The thing is, I do know that at any time, I could
        > > > let go of the sandcastle building... but why?
        > > > Maybe you know why and would share the why...
        > >
        > > SG: one perhaps builds sandcastles until there is no longer
        > > an attachment to building and creating a structured form ......
        > > Inspirations may be wrapped up in sandcastles .....
        > >
        > > perhaps at that point one simply creates them out of the joy of
        > > the moment..... not expecting them to last but simply for the
        > > beauty and joy of spontaneous art and motion which flows from
        > > the Bliss of Being here now in this place in this moment .......
        > > it needs not carry behind it some representation or hidden
        > > meaning it simply is as it is Beautiful and sacred within it's own
        > > right.......
        > >
        > > then as in all things (this creation of the moment) simply falls
        > > away so that another image may take its place
        > >
        > > First one goes beyond the transient unfolding play before it is
        > > fully understood and appreciated for what it is ....... then one
        > > steps back into the lila and play simply Enjoying that lila as an
        > > expression of Infinite Love in motion........
        > > Formless or Form it is the same Essense
        > > minus the distinguishing factors .....
        >
        > > SG: hahahahaha perhaps so .... everything proceeds from
        > > Source and returns to Source in some manner......
        > >
        > >
        > > Infinite Love
        >
        > 1. There are pictures of this sandcastle building: faded square
        > photographs with radiused corners, the blues and greens and sand
        > colors of photographs from that time, the reds always slightly
        > pungent, as if the pigment were wired and erratic, unsure of its
        > place in the film. There we are, squatting in the sand: my blond-
        > haired mother, sitting aside, arm around the barrel-chest of the
        > small grey dog; my father and a very small I sitting together,
        > scraping sand into forms. What the photograph barely hints at is the
        > joy of building that sandcastle, part enjoyment of the sand and
        > water, part thrill and satisfaction of building it with my father.
        > What the photograph doesn't contain is what came later. After
        > building it, I felt so much happiness and pride; we played in the
        > water, and I kept looking back to see that sandcastle sitting before
        > the waves. Then the two boys came, stepping into the sandcastle,
        > crushing it. I cried salt tears to the sea, inconsolable, and unable
        > to explain or even understand that the greatest loss was not the
        > sandcastle, but what the sandcastle represented.
        >
        > 2. We like to go early to the beach, before the beach patrol comes on
        > line, and let our dogs run off leash. One morning, on the way back,
        > we are walking close to the dunes, past a sandcastle left above the
        > tide line. One of the dogs stalks the sandcastle, circling it,
        > sniffing it carefully, as if the castle might move. She notes the
        > hollow center of the castle, and daintily scratches it with one paw,
        > once, twice. Moving within the hollow, she begins to dig, throwing
        > large arcs of sand beneath and behind her, very efficiently deepening
        > the hollow. Sufficiently inspired, she leaps from the castle, and
        > runs circles on the beach. She is amazing, lean muscle and arching
        > back, her earth-pounding feet carrying her so close to us on her
        > returns that her breath is heard and wake is felt.
        >
        > 3. After the walk, I remain on the beach after the others return
        > home. The sun is coming up, pink and orange, and the sky is humid and
        > a thick blue-grey. The moon is still out, and a few stars, but are
        > gradually fading in a sky that is approaching their brilliance. I
        > stand within the laps of the waves, and look out to the rocking
        > shrimp boats, and the long, thin horizon beyond. With each receding
        > wave, the water draws sand from beneath the edges of my feet.
        > Eventually, I am balancing on two pyramids beneath my arches. I find
        > that if I am not perfectly balanced through the soles of my feet as
        > these pyramids form, that eventually I must cling to the tops of the
        > pyramids with the muscles of my legs, lest my feet slide from the
        > pyramids. I stand for a long while like this, trying on new pyramids,
        > learning as a matter of course what it is to be perfectly balanced
        > within my soles, and how transparent and effortless that feels,
        > watching the night suns recede as I am warmed by the heat advancing
        > in the eastern sky. At some point, the shrimp boats disappear, and I
        > take that as my cue to leave.
        >
        > Thanks for your letter, SG.
        >
        > Nina


        Nina, you just made my day

        smiles
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