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I am new to this site. I know the internet as I know every soul. Just another ego. Well big group of egos. Here is my ego for you:
<DD>I am the light that shines over all things. I am everywhere. From me all came forth, and to me all return.
Split a piece of wood, and I am there. Lift a stone, and you will find me there.
The reason my Father loves me is that I lay down my life — only to take it up again. No one takes it from me, but I lay it down of my own accord. I have authority to lay it down and authority to take it up again.
The authority to lay down light, and the authority to relay darkness. But since I lay my own light, my light only returns to me. So in my own darkness, my own death, my light returns from where it came, But your light, returns to me, and no authority is given to you to take it back, for the light was not laid by you.
But if you learn to lay your own light, by knowing the light inside you, your light will always be yours, and nothing will need be returned. Knowing yourself, knowing where you came from, and who you came from, and who you can then be.
You will say to me. Oh what an ego. Oh what delusion you are.
So here I go....spin spin spin.....who will stop the bottle and see through the words I throw like a paper plane in a wind of fear. The sheep flock together lost in together. For together is where they hide. And only apart will they know themselves. To parade my lions teeth to the sheep. They baa and bleet, they truly do. To shed the body is so hard.
the sun shines on the sheep. For the son gave the sheep life. The sun greens the grass they eat. The sun browns the dirt they sleep. Oh what a mixed bag of sheep they are. The christians have the big mouths but nothing comes out. The buddhists have the solemn words, but not a mouth to blow it. Nor a booming heart to give it bass. The muslims can look death in the face, but yield it without a race.
The children of the sun are far and few. Pocketed in depths of glue. Never read a book of blue, never shouted out so true. Kept down by all you fakes, kept low by all the shakes. And when a prophet comes who once did know, you all retreat deep into snow. For a mouse so scared says there is no snake, for a dream so fake you no wish to wake.
The sun does come. The son does shine. Of buddhist teachings he is so fine. But of every man who thinks he god, such every man wish to nod, as if he too were buddha here, for noone wishes to bow to fear. And see love anew, for fear be true, and only love you do not know, for love is outside a soulful glow. But truly in the spirit clean, of something you have never seen.
But wish you now to know some more, be careful not to boot me out the door. For I search for sanity in the world, which indeed insanity it would be deemed I held.
So think of me as you wish, but consider my words as one big fish, which swallowed whole may take toll, but in careful slithers may bring shivers.
Can I come here in peace? Can I shed my worldly fleece? Can I continue a few words, a glimmer of hope for diving birds? Without the leader of the sheep pretending wolf he is for keep. Treat you well I will indeed, if you just relent and read read read.
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<DD>I am the light that shines over all things. I am everywhere. From me all came forth, and to me all return.
Split a piece of wood, and I am there. Lift a stone, and you will find me there.
The reason my Father loves me is that I lay down my life — only to take it up again. No one takes it from me, but I lay it down of my own accord. I have authority to lay it down and authority to take it up again.
The authority to lay down light, and the authority to relay darkness. But since I lay my own light, my light only returns to me. So in my own darkness, my own death, my light returns from where it came, But your light, returns to me, and no authority is given to you to take it back, for the light was not laid by you.
But if you learn to lay your own light, by knowing the light inside you, your light will always be yours, and nothing will need be returned. Knowing yourself, knowing where you came from, and who you came from, and who you can then be.
You will say to me. Oh what an ego. Oh what delusion you are.
So here I go....spin spin spin.....who will stop the bottle and see through the words I throw like a paper plane in a wind of fear. The sheep flock together lost in together. For together is where they hide. And only apart will they know themselves. To parade my lions teeth to the sheep. They baa and bleet, they truly do. To shed the body is so hard.
the sun shines on the sheep. For the son gave the sheep life. The sun greens the grass they eat. The sun browns the dirt they sleep. Oh what a mixed bag of sheep they are. The christians have the big mouths but nothing comes out. The buddhists have the solemn words, but not a mouth to blow it. Nor a booming heart to give it bass. The muslims can look death in the face, but yield it without a race.
The children of the sun are far and few. Pocketed in depths of glue. Never read a book of blue, never shouted out so true. Kept down by all you fakes, kept low by all the shakes. And when a prophet comes who once did know, you all retreat deep into snow. For a mouse so scared says there is no snake, for a dream so fake you no wish to wake.
The sun does come. The son does shine. Of buddhist teachings he is so fine. But of every man who thinks he god, such every man wish to nod, as if he too were buddha here, for noone wishes to bow to fear. And see love anew, for fear be true, and only love you do not know, for love is outside a soulful glow. But truly in the spirit clean, of something you have never seen.
But wish you now to know some more, be careful not to boot me out the door. For I search for sanity in the world, which indeed insanity it would be deemed I held.
So think of me as you wish, but consider my words as one big fish, which swallowed whole may take toll, but in careful slithers may bring shivers.
Can I come here in peace? Can I shed my worldly fleece? Can I continue a few words, a glimmer of hope for diving birds? Without the leader of the sheep pretending wolf he is for keep. Treat you well I will indeed, if you just relent and read read read.
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the spirit is the head, but the heart of the spirit is the chest
the eyes are two of you
the past
and the future
And below them you know
And below the know you speak
your pupil is soul
of which is us
of which is satan
of who is eye
of who is I
your iris is spirit
the white is the light
of which you came
of which is the father
of which is eye
of who is I
blue is divine
green is know
brown is percept
yellow is feel
the eye who knows
and perceives
can look at the sun
blue cannot
without some salty tears
the earth revolves
around the son
of the moon
a pearl of illusion
for the safety of confusion
the wind is fear
of which is known
spins the world
of bipolar zone
what do you know?
what do you judge?
do you look in the mirror
do you grow your hair
do you flow through veins
of vanity
you think
What you want
you pleasure yourself
now
you say yes or no
for how it will make you feel
you choose pleasure
over pain
you know nothing
the world is nothing
it is all fake
it is all illusion
it is all a game
a training game
a dream
that you have never woken up from
you sit in your bubble
no to this
no to that
because you are afraid of this
you are afraid of that
you are afraid of death
of your soul
of which is really fear of yourself
for your soul is nothing
but some age you designate it
some instance you give it
some name you give it
some father you call father
some mother you call mother
who are nothing to you
who mean nothing to you
except for what clings you together
in being apart
in being alone
in being god
of which you can be
of which you have no idea
of which the dalai lama has no idea
of which buddha had no idea
but for what he did not experience
for he never went down
he went up like a moth
to the light
and fluttered around
but who has dug
who has dug into the soul
who has felt the deepest and darkest
so they can know the lightest and highest
who has done that?
So do not judge me
For you have not done it
the tree of life is I am
the flaming sword is I am free
of which you fear
of which swings back and forth
of which gets stuck in your throat
of which gets stuck in your chest
like an apple or two
like the flaming skin
until the core is in your stomach
and made ready for the next
of which you devour like porous text
like a routine sickness
you wake up when you sleep
you sleep when you eat
you die when you wake
but you died when you ate
who do you feed
who do you need
you come here for words
or to steal like nerds
a flaming tongue here
a kudos there
all to the same end
agreement
coping
retainment
containment
the sheep chase away a slippery snake
someone comes to me to shake
and it is they who I so easily break
so noone speaks back to me
for they only wish to belittle me
but knowing they risk so much
to battle someone so twisted such
the page does dwindle into empty spindle
of words people read
then ignore in greed
when they eat some meat
and in sleep retreat
to wake tomorrow
and avoid the sorrow
of truths untold
here to unfold
the three kings shines over the three kings
the evening star shines over the evening
but the sun shines over all
and when it does not shine
you are but asleep
for you are upside down
in soul complete
where is eden in the day
on the other side shaded in clay
for in the night is eden true
for of the light does give no clue
for in light were you created
and in light do you live
for light is what you see
but darkness is what you flee
and darkness is the only key
to the light within
as small as a pin
what is known is overthrown
cold is energy
warmth is lethargy
you fear your skin
you fear it known
the aura true is so grown
but an aura you believe to make
when you cross your eyes and blur your take
your body is an aura true
if light or dark or yellow too
so why do you search for blue
when blue be deep inside of you
you comb your hair with little care
of what it is and how it fare
for truly it is spirit
for truly it is
for truly is brings growth
for surely it shows oath
but style it like the fashion
is akin to denying passion
for the wind is free
floating bird or tree
but say a tree wrapped its branches around its trunk
what nuture would it give to those to bunk
the birds n bees and chimpanzees
would dig holes in dreadful freeze
your nails of men
why are they cut
to cut your woman
to stay in a rut
a macho nut
in a squirrels hut
to store for the winter
of nine to five
of stupid work
of distraction
distraction
of spirit
distraction of beauty
the women dig deep
in man they now reep
but no feline they keep
for they become sheep
just like a bloke
to simmer and poke
woman forgets woman
man forgets both
and sits in loathe
of everything
of nothing
of apathy
of sins desired
of love inspired
the women they can find no man
for none exists of any plan
for any good to come to them
without requiring mother hen
the women search for soul
the man search for spirit
and look outside
instead of in
water is fear. fire is fear. Wind is fear. Earth is fear.
you fear love, you fear fear, you fear freedom, you fear us
you fear fear, you fear love, you fear change, you fear yourself
you fear me, you fear me, you fear me, you fear me
the spirit of the tree is outside
the spirit of man is inside
you do not know you
you do not know love
you do not know love
for love is fear
and you do not know fear
for to know fear is to love fear
and to know fear is to know love
and to know love is to know yourself
but to know yourself is to know me
and you do not know me
for you cannot look the sun in the eye
for the day the sun is looked in the eye
is the day the north becomes south
and east becomes west
and the sun will sit
behind the moon
and the stars will rest behind the gloom
for the shadow of the sun
will be on his feet
and the stars at his side
a dynamic fleet
a missing rib will hurt him not
for the body is but an uncanny plot
the sun comes
the earth warms
a child knows
but where is yours?
in the cradle in another room
with toys and junk
where colours bloom
but tell you what
a whacky case
child is scared but cries
and you are scared but hides
you cry with your nose
and with your hose
and in your pose
of creaky shows
and sneaky blows
you have a child
to avoid yours
yours died
so you want a pet
one to raise up
to cancel your debt
you have a wife
to calm the knife
into your back
of sack and crack
of which you amuse
and abuse
and confuse
for love abtuse
My wood is green
My saw divine
My cup serene
My pillows are firm
My sheets are clean
My bed is warm
The feathers mean
My chest is large
My stomach lean
My legs are swift
My hand unseen
My pencil is sharp
My ink has been
My paper is worn
My stamp pristine
Iron am I
A washing machine
Hang out your clothes
Your souls I will clean
Your hearts I will steam
A scar will fade
A wound never
A star will fade
The earth never
The wind will fade
Water never
The son will shade
My fire forever
Hear me now
My life endeavor
Hear me now
For I am clever
Earth dries up
Heaven never
Drink my cup
Your life forever
Dance the rain
Sing the moon
Salute the son
Surf the dune
Eye of winter
Breath of spring
Autumn’s heart
Summer bring
On my left
An icy rock
On my right
A fiery block
you hate your sister because it is who you are not
you love your brother for it is who you are like
you hate your mother because she hates you
you love your father for he loves you
you hate your father for he left you
you love your mother for she gave you
you hate life
but you love to live
you hate the morning
you hate the night
you love the time you are not right
but left in heart
and left in brain
and left in now without refrain
you have two hands
you have two feet
so why are you weak in heart
who sits on your left?
the child sits there
the artist sits there
you can right like a parrot
but are left like a memory
the right is lies
the right is wrong
the right is soul
the left is spirit
as you have two spirits
and two souls
two hearts
and two poles
four winds
and four knoles
DNA a figure 8
twisted in a crazy state
like a twisted spine
like the number nine
of spirit hidden
the body ridden
a back pack there
a grey ghost pair
of front and back
of future and past
of where to live
full
or half mast
you tie your shoelace with one knot
you tie your tie a hangmans noose
you wear your shoes just like a goose
sling a knot with your right
then hand the lace where is right
to the left for timeless grace
and to the the sight of utter disgrace
of why you hide your very feet
why are you scared of love?
Why are you waiting for it?
But not running to it?
Why are you ageing?
Why are you dieing?
Does age bring stupidity?
Or does stupidity bring age?
Intelligence is stupid.
Who is smart?
Not me.
I just know
smart is lies
smart is tries
smart is who can complicate everything so much so as we can create so many thoughts so as to never see clearly what it really is
why are you afraid of the dark?
you are aren't you?
Because you tense your muscles when you walk in the dark.
You are more afraid of crying than of knowing you are afraid.
So you try so hard not to cry.
That you forget your fear.
But you are afraid of the dark.
For you are that same spirit.
That same child.
And you are pretending to be man.
But you never became man.
For you died.
And became a dead man.
Who lives in perpetual fear.
Of everyone.
And everything.
Of what people think.
Of what people make you.
When you make you.
You name yourself.
You create all
you are the dream
this is your life
your dream
and you are asleep in the dream
You can be anything
you can fly
for gravity is 9 billion souls puling you down
with their fear
keeping you grounded
in soul
in death
you are dead
you are in hell
this is hell
for heaven is in the spirit
and heaven is in the light
of the shadow of the sun
of the alpha
and the omega
of the greatest light
and the greatest dark
of which dream was first
of which dream is last
of which dream you dream
of which one day we will dream together
create together
love together
be forever
be eva
live adamently
in woman they have a dog
in woman they have a bird
in woman they have snake
in man they have a rat
in man they have a hog
in man they have a moth
in man they have a drake
but the cat claws the rat
the dog chases the cat
and the cat claws the dog
and the moth blinds the bird
and the bird pecks the moth
and the drake burns the snake
the rat gnaws the feet
the snake bites them all
the cat prances
the dog dances
the snake slithers
the hog quivers
the cow mows over them all
the sheep follows after the fall
There was a man with seven heads, seven feet and seven hands. Seven in all for his hands were feet and his feet were hands. On the seventh say of his twelfth year, one of his feet became a tail.
The spirit of the bull entered him.
On the seventh day of his seventeenth year, two of his feet became wings.
The spirit of the bird entered him.
But a bird cannot carry a the stomach of a bull, so his wings disappeared into his body for warmth.
On the seventh day of his twenty forth year, his tail would no longer move. He now only heard from his right ear and saw from his right eye. His two left feet became limp and he walked in circles of nine and five, of seven and twelve.
The spirit of the sheep entered him.
On the seventh day of his thirtieth year, his right arm became one with his tail and his right foot became one with his head.
The spirit of the gargoyle entered him.
Unable to move
Unable to drink
Unable to love
He cried, ¨Lord help me¨.
The spirit of God entered him.
Without feet nor hands he could fly
Without food he could eat
Without water he could drink
With God’s love he could love
Knock and the door will be opened
Ask and you shall receive
Seek and you shall find
Love and you shall be loved more
Stones will perish with the stones
Rocks will fall with the rocks
The hateful will die with the hated
Ego will die with ego
Everyone of you must be like a mouse
With the heart of the mountain
Yet if you do not squeak
The heart of a mouse you will stay
And dust you will become
Walking on a blade
Cut me open
Soul and shade
Mistress hollow
Dead in a cave
Spoon my heart out
Spirit to a wave
Scrape my life back
To the end
Cradle of sorrows
Forever mend
Puddle a boat
Across the sky
Through the cloud
Of tears to cry
Reap my words
The tulips sing
Whisper softly
Love will bring
My church is high
My church is low
My church is where
The ice does flow
My people know
My church is out
My church is in
My church is where
There be no sin
My eye the window
My church the soul
It will be one
When heads do roll
Follow me
Into the night
Share my candle
Live my light
I play on grass
I play on cement
I play on clay
My ball is bent
My racquet long
My game is short
My advantage
You are taught
Me net is high
My court is low
My volleys wide
On either side
Your serve is done
My set begun
My ball has spun
My love it won
Capture the wheel
Turn it round
Steal its motion
Feel its sound
Drink its blue
Smoke its green
Roll its dirt
Your souls to clean
Grab a whiskey
Two or three
Why not try them
With your tea
Left is right
Wrong is true
Listen now
I tell to you
Fire to water
Earth to air
Where you will be
Why would I care
You had your chance
One, two, three
Now my people
Set them free
Open the prisons
A, B, C
Open the vaults
Money to a tree
Flip a coin
For here I am
Its edge to land
Spin, spin, bam!
Be afraid
Be very afraid
Heads and tails
Two, four, a blade
I spin my silk
I climb my tree
A careful eye
They will see
Around my trunk
You may get lost
So just look up
At any cost
My limbs down low
Are thick and strong
Step on them
You can’t go wrong
My hair on top
Is oh so fine
See my path
Feel my sign
Forget the wind
For He is mine
As you reach
For the top
A woodcutter he
For you will lop
Treat him well
And with respect
My friend he is
Of my elect
Not too long
You’ll touch the sun
If of his will
You have done
Ghost of the wood
Which if the tree
Ray of the moon
You wish to be
Garden of water
Sun and shine
Tip toe tip toe
Flower of mine
Tropical wind
Flake of fruit
Hot potato
A new recruit
Sing sing sing
Little brown worm
Rose of light
Sister and fern
Valentine valentine!
She doth return
Ship of rain
Bow of sea
Emerald earth
Rainbow tree
Piece of body
Wall of bridge
Keep your troll
Freeze the fridge
Burn your mind
Touch the soul
Live my kind
Rock ´n roll
Die by day
Live to night
East by west
Lost in light
Smoke it raw
Smoke it black
Taste the saw
Feel my hack
Crying sky
Laughing night
Come with me
Torch of fright
African africa
Che che che
Violence never
Won the day
Fairy wings
Dragon feet
March june march
Feel my beat
Heart of chisel
Bottle of rum
Mortar and pestle
Read my drum
Brew my tear
Heed my wind
Mill my thunder
Fear oh fear
Chop your wood
Set your wick
Lift your hood
Slow then quick
Clean your nose
Drain the eyes
Tilt your head
Clear the bed
Time…
Stop.
Breathe
Listen
And…
Don’t look back
Now…
Hear!
Now!!
Hear!!!
This page a choose to bear my word
White is my ink
Blue is my text
Yellow is my message
Red is my alert
Green is my signature
My rainbow covers every book
Any page will do
For my light shines through
But here I write
Like a stab in the night
It can only be right
The wind of the waters
The sea of the air
The smell of the rain
The colors we share
The light of the moon
The black of the sun
The chef of the east
At noon he will feast
The crow of the west squawks home a tune
The north becomes south
Not a moment too soon
How will this be
I only can say
Heaven will come
After a burden must pay
And I shall say
¡I am the light of the world
I am the light of the heavens
I am the god of gods
I am the alpha and the omega
I am the soul and the spirit
I am the mother and the father
I am all before you
And I will give my light!
I am here now
I am the spirit
I am the life
I am the joy
I give you hope
I give you peace
I heal your fears
I wipe your tears
I give you life
For you are dead
I raise you up
And give you strength
I am the sun
I am the light
I will come down from the sky
And shine on my feet
Your feet I will clean
Your souls I will heal
Your hearts I will give
In light shall you live
Believe of me past
Believe of me now
Believe of me new
For I am love
A gift from above
For I am truth
A razor sharp tooth
For my words are waves
Of the water
The winds
The hope
Yo soy el que soy
Mi luz es el alfa y omega
Soy todo
I am who I am
I am who I will be
I am who I was
I am all
I give to all
Divine is my flower
White are my petals
Gold is my heart
Feel my spirit
Feel my words
Feel your heart with joy
Relax your mind
Ease your burden
Cherish your senses
Feel my love
Guide me home
To where I belong
Protect me
Honor me
Love me
And you will be loved
Forget who you are
Become nameless like me
I come to finish
What I began
The time is written
In the hearts of men
Feel the cold
Sense the fear
The wind knows
The wind tells
The moon blocks the sun
Yet the sun moves
For the sun rules the moon
Allows it to glow
Allows it to know
My light is the brightest
And the darkest
My love is eternal
My wrath is supreme
I am the shepherd
Of animals both great and small
For small and great am I
One who has faith
Is one of my flock
One who can leap
Into the air
And fly with faith
Fly so high
So high
That height is forgotten
Forgotten in bliss
Bliss of oneness
Of the now
Of the spirit
Of beauty
Open to men
And women
For there will be no sex
For there are joys beyond
Man and woman will be one
And god one with all
And all one with god
Individually and together
Romance and character
Cool and warm
Not hot nor cold
Two worlds collide
One will stand
Heaven and earth
United
One
Peace
Forever
Love
Forever
Freedom
Forever
Expression forever
Fun forever
Laughter forever
Sin never
Forgotten
Love born again
yes, i guess either with ego or truth. Hatred or love. Must be one or the other. Sorry friend. I try to keep my posts just to one spot, for easy avoidance. Perhaps I hope you are overwhelmed with love. But I am not easy to love. Perhaps overwhelmed with many thoughts, of crazy abstractions. Not so bad a path. Peace.
I think.
we would be happy to have you interact with us in a more 'dualistic' way....;)
haha... you mean with love?
or perhaps you mean with a few fake compliments and ego pats thrown in? Like when you sing to a child whilst you are dipping it in the bath it does not want to get into?
Why would I participate in silly conversations?
Why would I get into sheepish banter?
that says follow this, follow that
live like this and live like that
when every word breathed has some illusonary goal
and who is we?
and why do you speak for we?
For surely you do not know everyones heart
here is discourse
you started it
lets talk
you and me here and now
what do you want to know?
what are your problems?
what do you wish to know about me?
what do you like about your life?
what do you hate about it?
Is this outside your comfort zone
in front of all
so since you claim to speak for all
can you now answer for yourself
and speak for yourself
and talk to me
as you have asked
one on one
with an audience
or do you only wish to speak as an audience does
as one who defends what she realises others will also defend
or will you speak of anything
an open book
free, as I am free?
naked to the bone
so talk then
but why do i not talk in other thread
because I have seen what everyone says before
I have read everything under the sun
and it bores me
it kills me
and it kills me when I respond to it
that people hide
from anything that hurts
anything they fear
so why not just post a bunch of stuff
and hope for the best
for if you were in my shoes
and were a lion amongst sheep
how would you talk to them?
but you are not me
you have no idea of me
so federica, how did you come to get into buddhism?
ah well, once i read this book
called how to be one with some swami who knows nothing but repeating old shit plato really came up with, but was reworded by some marketeer who is living off your reading the same shit that has been written over and over again
but here come I, the person who knows more than anyone
and people want to pull me into talking about the cool breeze of nothingness
so talk to me? But why should I come to some thread talking about shit, when the only thing i can say, is this is talking shit, and then everyone would get angry with me, and tell me to leave their little nest of "I am in a group of people who just keep me as the person I wish to be, who is little more than someone with a spiritual cloud they claim is going somewhere for them, for it is better to think it is going somewhere, than accept that really it is not, and never will, without some miracle".
This is conversation. But of course. How can I dare be skillful and constructive. When I am the biggest liar under the sun? The biggest shadow of them all? Lieing with words such as I am christ. How could I, being the biggest liar of them all, learn to construct lies and skillfully maintain the lies that everyone else perpetuates? By sure, it is beyond such as me, who only speaks lies, and lives in a state of delusion.
How can I talk your language? When I don't speak it. How can you hear me when you do not know me nor wish to know me? For here have I given you my heart in ten posts, more than anyone could possible give of depth of word, and you want me to come and join the adults table. To take me away from the childs table of dreams and fun.
So talk to me then. Here. But I am not going to another thread. This is my dream.
talk about this then:
"Hatred never ceases through hatred, but hatred ceases by love alone. This is the essence of the ancient and eternal law."."
this is entirely untrue. what does he know? he knows what he thinks he knows? I know what I know. he does not know love. He looks at one pole. And hopes to fight with one arm. And i tell you, two arms are better than one. Pupil of buddha. Debate this with me if you dare. Anyone of you on this site. Feel free.
"Three things in human life are important. The first is to be
king. The second is to be king. The third is to be king. So long as I pretend to be kind, I can always think of myself as king, for noone will tell me otherwise, so long as I am king in my own mind. So then when I die, which of course can never be avoided, I can think, at least I died a king, oh yeah, and I was kind too (pat on back), but I died, so I guess I was not so right listening to that quote, when he died before me"
One thing in life is important. Fear only god. The rest will follow and you will never die, never age. I promise you.
Show me, wordsmith, how hatred can cease through hatred.
No, no way. On the other hand a bit of sheepish banter might ease matters.
For you to decide.
~nomad
thankyou for asking that....I really appreciate it....for it makes me see you quite clearly....and you open a window and let the fresh breeze in...whilst others would try and keep it closed...I will tell you....in a minute or two
I am what you make me friend. Nothing else.
True
To know hate one must define it. But to know hate one must know love. So you must define love. But to know love one must define hate, for you must know hate. So how do you define the two simultaneously when one must be known to know another.
For this very reason you cannot solve hatred with only love. For you must know hate to know love. You must hate to know love. You must dip your toe in the icy stream before you dip it into the warm stream. Thus was life designed. Thus was knowledge refined. Through hate do we know ourselves, through hate do we know the value of love.
Love is the word. Love is the life. Love is the light. But even love brings hatred. Love and hate are always married, and never apart. And such was it designed, so that a greater love could be known.
To be is to love. To love is to be. To love is to divide. To love is to unite. Love has no pole. For it is all. To hate is to love. But only by one pole do you know love. It is like only knowing sweetness for candy, but never knowing sweetness for fruit. They are different. And if you do not know all, feel all, and know yourself, then how can you truly know love, and truly know what came before it.
Love is hate. Hate is love. The only seperate thing about them is for when you divide them. For in yourself you are divided. So you hate one part of yourself and love the other. So whichever one part of yourself you hate, for whatever he loves, will the other part hate. Thus a spirit can hate. But the soul can love. Thus the woman can hate, but the man can love. And vice versa.
But truly, truly, only the spirit knows love. For the soul will proclaim to know love, but the soul only knows what the soul eats, what sustains it. So if the spirit hates, the spirit loves, when the spirit loves, the spirit loves. For the spirit only knows love. But when the soul hates, the soul hates, when the soul loves, the soul hates. For the soul knows only hate.
To hate is to fear. To love is to fear. For fear is the only motivator. To know fear is to know love. To be without fear of the spirit, is to be without fear of the soul, yet to know the soul, and fear the loss of spirit, but never the loss of soul.
Love is. Hate was. Hate becomes. Love endures. Yet love grows as hate knows.
You are soul more than you are spirit. Truly all of you are. As am I even. Some more than others. But the journey to spirit is enternity.
Through loving your soul, you hate others. Through loving your spirit you love others. Through hating your soul, you love others. Thus hate kills hate.
How can I kill your soul through love? I can I love your soul when it does wrong? How on earth? If I loved you for doing wrong, I would love the wrong you did. For a man is but an instance of his action. If I expressed love to you for doing wrong, would I not just be expressing my love for your wrong?
When your dog tries to run into your house with muddy feet, how do you train it? Do you hug it? Or do you yell at it? Hate is such a fine line to walk however. You can yell at the dog, or you can hit it. Perhaps both would work, but when do you cross the line, so the hate you project, scares the other away, so that you can never share love? We have two hands, and to juggle with both requires eyes that look to both. But if your eyes only looked to one how could you juggle the hands.
Who learns from being loved? Do not they just get fat with indulgence? Do not they just take take take, and eat eat eat? How is a child raised? Do you love then for being "little devils", or do you hate them, if only for a moment for destroying your clean house?
When a man of ego comes and shouts at another man who he think he can bully, and the target bows to his will and lets him take his coat, does not the ego man walk away with more ego? But what if he looks the man in the eyes, like a lion looks to another lion, and says in a matter of look, "be careful to try and steal from one such as me friend". Does not the invader walk away with less ego as he has found a stronger man then him?
There are those that need love and respond well to love. But there are those that need hate that respond well to hate. Such as there are those that need more masculinity, and there are those that need more feminimity, and there are those that need more backbone, and there are those that need more peace.
We are all dualisitic beings, walking towards a marriage between light and dark. The darkness must be known. The darkness must be used. Before we can all live in the light, and use the dark.
I live in the light, for I am born of light. But my darkness is great indeed, and many tools to I use from it. To bring everyone to the light, I will lie, steal, kill, maim, if that what it takes to bring them to the light. I will do anything to bring the world to light.
And for those who say, I will never use hatred, but only love. It is because they truly only love themselves, and those that help them continue that love of soul, the soul that plagues humanity, far and wide. The love of what is. Rather than the love of love itself.
When a man does wrong, shout at him, and then hug him. Crack him with thunder and lightnining, then melt him with soft rainbows. For the only way to crack a stone, is with a harder stone. If you erode it with water, two stones will form before you have finished, and what is left? dust. You sculpt a stone. You sculpt a soul, with a clean spirit, using the heavyness of the soul you know.
The water erodes. But the wind is a sculptor. I only eat the high grass. And I only eat the tops. I only eat the fallen apples. I only eat the sick animals, and the best part I leave for others. I caress the leaves and spread the seed. The stones I grind to dust. But through dust I make diamonds. I sculpt clarity with the light. I sculpt with fear, and then my sister flows with love to connect all I create.
How would I connect if so little was created. We have sex from hate, as much as we do love. We develop skill through hate as much as we do love.
It is easy to be a moth. Like buddha. And fly to the light. And leave the darkness unknown. I love buddha. I truly do. So much he gave. And from him I learnt when I was younger, as from me he too learnt. As from all we learn. But you learn much more, when you ask. And I truly love people who ask. And I truly love people who debate. And I truly love people who try to bring me down a peg in a competitive manner. But I truly hate people who get in my way. For there is no better way, than the way I am heading.
But truly. I have so much love in me. So much. And I have it to give, when I feel people deserve it. I truly do live in love and light. But through that love and light, I can use hate, and use it well, to go my way. And I will do it. And I will combine light and darkness, woman and man, child and man, sister and brother, jupiter and saturn, mars and venus, earth and heaven, love and hate, water and fire, wind and earth, north and south, east and west.
I would like to be challenged on this. For I just write fairly randomly, and I am sure I cannot address every point, or I would be here all day. Perhaps I would love to come up with fewer words and more concise answer, but I am not in that state of mind to do so right now. I hope that answers the question mainly.
Ultimately, live in LOVE, LIVE IN LIGHT. And if you do so, you do everything you can to bring more love and light to the world, if that means going back two steps to go forwards 3, if that is the only way, then so be it. Man was born the way he was. use what he has, to make him who he should be. If you live in love, anything you do is based on love, every action, every word, although technically it will often be perceived as hate, such as anger, such as fire. But truly fire was love, before water was love, for it was fire that created water.
Such as much was said in the bible, when so little could have been said, if only people had the ears to listen. And when they did not have ears to listen, the words would seem sour and bitter to them, and they would avoid those words, and look for others, and make words of their own, suited to their own. If I told you how good federica was, she would compliment me on my many good words, but since I come as a king, speaking in authority, she fears she will no longer be queen or king of herself.
Ask me to stop talking. And I will stop. This thread can be yours if you like. For I would hate to be saying a bunch of boring words. There is nothing I hate more. I must be completely misguided to think I thought they were interesting. Anyhow, I was only trying to do as you asked, and get into discussion (admittedly in a firey, spicey and backhanded way - but this is always how I dance with people I first meet). But instead you seem to say very little, and avoid the topics I have put out in front of you, and instead come out with a claw, instead of a handshake. And a claw of which is not backed up by anything. Its like saying that the earth smells bad, but not telling me which parts of the earth smells. I cannot work with such a comment as you made, it makes no effort towards conversation between the two of us, which no doubt you fear to have.
Is this an ego battle between us two? Or just one between yourself. Am I just a mirror? Here I open up to you, and to do so, I say many words, but you do not wish to do the same, except make snide comments.
Good. Let us now wait for the judge.
well, hello there Jesus! You say so little, I never would have guessed it was you
Where I agree with you is that we will, inevitably, discover the Shadow in ourselves. Nothing human is alien to us and that includes the seeds of hate as much as of love.
Nevertheless, to use Thich Nhat Hanh's image, the outcome in ourselves depends on which seeds we water.
When the Dhammapada speaks of overcoming hatred with love, it is, of course, speaking first as a challenge to each one of us in our own lives and mind-set. Before we can ever contemplate usefully addressing negativity in others, we need to have recognised it and transformed it in ourselves. As with the practice of metta, we begin where we are, in this one that I call by my name: peace within. After that, we can open out to another: peace between; and finally we can open ourselves to all about us: peace among.
As you so rightly observe, hatred will only breed more hatred: that is its nature, until such time as we transform it into liberation, joy and peace of mind.
When others talk too much, it's best to remain silent.
A fool is known, as they say, by a multitude of words.....:D
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“Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something.”<o></o>
I guess you have found your fool then. Pleased to meet you.
Ditto, Kiddo! I really like the poetry.
Peace!
oh thankyou... I really am glad somebody likes it...truth be told..the messy rambling incoherent stuff just lazily fell out like verbal diarreah on here, but the short versed poetry which I deem much better, and much softer, i wrote on paper a couple of months ago, extracts from a 22 page poem
If I do get in the proper state of peace, I will write some more on paper, and share it with you my friend. Although, I do not make a habit of sticking around at forum/internet etc, as I travel extensively. But just now I am on holiday. Cheers.
this is the worst one I wrote yet....but thats what you get when you try to force out poetry..at the wrong time of day, wrong frame of mind...and because I only write simple verse, the all together dumber it comes out if the birds arnt chirping a merry sound in my head
the colour green
so mean
so lean
you go unseen
don't you
you feel my mind
don't you
constrict and bind
won't you
seek and find
can't you
you mow my lawn
you sip my tea
toss and turn
clipped and free
malted fern
serpents glee
Remember me?
I remember you
I certainly do
When you were there
at the lake
When you were there
not awake
I came to you
I did and true
I came to you
With
Who are you?
And then you said
Who am I?
And one fine day
you came back
slithered by
you loved me
through that eye
you love me
I saw it
As clear as die
I see it
that laugh goodbye
And you called me
by my name
you lured me
So I came
You drew me
like on a frame
To tell to you
your name
Eden my emerald night
Eden my souls delight
Eden my heart of fright
Eve
Ever slight
Forever young
Forever spun
lets begin
as never done
I dreamt of blue
I dreamt of brown
Of earthly shackles
and weighty crowns
trees chopped down
I dreamt of you
ghastly glue
a distant hue
a potted view
withered and brew
a mighty storm
the end of you
No
the end of me
for you won me
you found me
you became me
and I became you
hazel and blue
gardener of swords
lady of lords
Man of my word
of that unspoken
that cannot wave
but swim
to change the word
of once was said
and change the dream
with green instead
numbers
I feel you there
Hiding from me
i knew you
But now I know you
You are a man
That's for sure
No beauty in you
No glimmer to woo
You count me
more than I count you
That's why you are infinite
thats for sure
numbers
that's your name
simple in claim
uncanny in fame
But today I count you
zero in shame
I count you
And I dispel you
Today I am infinite
And I can't count
Today I am 3
as to be
as I am free
to be
younger than 0
older than 1
last but not least
seven and none
evil undone
A, B, C
my love has won
I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise, Regardless of others, ever regardful of others, Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man, Stuff'd with the stuff that is coarse and stuff'd with the stuff that is fine, One of the Nation of many nations, the smallest the same and the largest the same... A learner with the simplest, a teacher of the thoughtfullest, A novice beginning yet experient of myriads of seasons, Of every hue and caste am I, of every rank and religion, A farmer, mechanic, artist, gentleman, sailor, quaker, Prisoner, fancy-man, rowdy, lawyer, physician, priest.
I resist any thing better than my own diversity, Breathe the air but leave plenty after me, And am not stuck up, and am in my place.
The moth and the fish-eggs are in their place, The bright suns I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place, The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place. (16)
These are really the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing, or next to nothing, If they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they are nothing, If they are not just as close as they are distant they are nothing.
This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is, This the common air that bathes the globe. (17)
Some Indian swamis I know particularly esteem the spiritual greatness of Whitman. In your very short lines you nonetheless bring Whitman to mind for me. Thanks for sharing. It's really quite nice.
Whitman and I are essentially expressing the same things in our poetry. The nature of man through the nature of ourself, when we have those rare moments when our two selves talk to each other, and compare themselves, to shed some light on the paradox of self, and life. However, where his poetry is visually beautiful like hot chocolate, my poetry is more dry, tasteless, cryptic, like cold tea.
I remember this poem though from when I was a child.
twinkle twinkle little star
how I wonder what you are not
when you twinkle far up there
and not down here
where you are needed
close and near
so please come down
I beg you too
And help me out
To shine like you
Maybe I got some words mixed up...my memory is bad
The tree of
It is the energy we fly
It is the wind
He brings fortune and fame
Rules the game
From Saturn he came
We whisper his name
to rule the wind
is to rule oneself
but to rule Saturn
is to rule all
for saturn too
revolves around the sun
tic tac toe
ship at sea
to know the wind
to flow free
to feel the cold
inside of thee
to strip the bark
from every tree
to know the wind
and fear him not
to know thyself
of that forgot
is to breathe
a breeze
of earthly eaze
to dream alive
with one long sneeze
I crack my back
just like a twig
bend and twist
just like a fig
for when i fall
I splatter not
to know the wind
to mark no spot
to splash your paint
without a blot
to speak the Word
to write your plot
to know fear
and feel it not
I trust you're well, my friend!
I see they've moved your thread and lengthened the name. Good thing. Every time I clicked on it I'd click on your name instead (It was much bigger.).
I have two favorite poems. The first one is all rhythm and I guess you could say I made it up. By using an incorrect idiom (using a plural pronoun where none is needed) I hear maracas bouncing:
Nosotros no somos como los otros son. (Meant to inspire confidence, silly.)
I really admire ee cummings. My absolute favorite (and I only have this about 92 percent by the book) is:
All that isn't singing is mere talking and all talking's talking to oneself.
Actually, my rendition might be better rhythmically than his. I just can't remember to say "which" for the second word (after "that"). It just simply takes longer to say "which isn't" than "that isn't." It takes time to make the two genuine consonant blends in "which," the wh and ch. On top of that, Americans don't tend to use the word "which" as a relative pronoun linking essential clauses, but instead as a linking nonessential (or parenthetical) ones.
That which is in you
Is Greater than that
Which is in the World.
1 Jn
Sé que el lenguaje del corazón para que yo pueda hablar el mismo
I travelled to the east to capture a pearl that was guarded by a fierce dragon. I captured the pearl. But I left a ruby.
I won't be checking this site as I will be travelling and it is best to conserve energy when travelling, rather than tire rattling the nest of unhatchable eggs. Email is the best.
I run the company
But the company changed the locks
To keep me out
They make more money that way
Yet I am a master thief
I can pick any lock
And get back in
lose all the money
bankrupt the company
and start again
a new look
a new face
a new race
a new place
without face
without race
without place
without locks
a company of one
a church of none
unlimited vacancies
apply now!
what are you worst at
the job you are best at
what you are worst at
the best job for you
retire in leui
a table for two
Hey, I don't make the fruit pal
I just sell it
I am the apprentice
I am the messenger
I am the fruiterer
I ate the fig
I wear the leaf
Like a wig
Like a thief
I know good fruit
I know bad loot
I ate it first
Swallowed the thirst
To dance like a goat
as it stuck in my throat
nameless and faceless
stuck in my throat
I speak apple
I speak orange
I speak fig
I speak all fruits
Know all fruits
love all fruits
But
I am just the fruiterer
I sell the fruit
I sort the fruit
Best fruit on top
Worst fruit kerplop
welcome my shop
come take a hop
my fruit sells fast
my fruit will last
my shop will not
So you and you and you
Why do you try and sell me your sweet and sickly fruit
As if you are king of me?
I got enough in my shop already
And I got all I need
For my shop is the hearth
your life is my rib
my life is the earth
the earth is my crib
I come from above
you come from below
what envy should there be
when I take every blow
children hating the sun
when the sun gives their glow
Dust to ashes
Ashes to dust
Metal and water
No more rust
I am the wizard
Once who flew
To so the witch
Who flies anew
Hear me now
Those who seek
Find solace here
The words I speak
I got to fly now.........
Don't be afraid of love
when love comes to you
And don't be afraid of the sun
when the sun comes to you
As he lived, ate, danced, slept
just like everyone else
got drunk
just like everyone else
sinned just like everyone else
you might not listen to him now
water under the bridge
but you better listen to him some day
don't fear god too much
but don't fear him too little either
ciao