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sara



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PostPosted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 3:58 pm    Post subject: toombaru Reply with quote




"There is great joy in being.


The illusory self rolls in its own scent.....adorns itself in the finery of kings and struts out into a personal dream composed entirely of words....some of which it hand picks to glorify its own story.

It sprinkles rose petals on the path....douses its self in perfume...and calls it poetry.



But it is Presence-Awareness that is the true-enjoyer........not the pretender to the throne named "I"."











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PostPosted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 5:40 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

this quote from you is really really good-

but it sort of makes me not like me. or the idea of me.

if I was a snake-how do I shed my skin?
if I am a person-how to shed the ego?

believing is seeing
seeing is believing
is believing seeing
is seeing believing

is

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that definately looks like a psychedelic outfit for haight/ashbury.
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PostPosted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 4:06 pm    Post subject: Smiling on a cloudy day Reply with quote

Very Happy

The quote is toombaru's.

It seemed to me
that it should be
with the 'poetry'.

You can blame the Haight-Ashbury dress on me.



"The summer sun looked down on him,
his mother could but frown on him,
And all the others sound on him,
but it doesn't seem to matter.

And when the day had ended,
with rainbow colors blended,
His mind remained unbended,
he had to die, you know he had to die.

Spanish lady comes to me,
she lays on me this rose.
It rainbow spirals round and round
it trembles and explodes.

It left a smoking crater of my mind
I'd like to blow away.
But the heat came 'round and busted me
for smiling on a cloudy day.

Comin', comin', comin' around, comin', around,
Comin', around, in a circle
Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' around, in a circle,
Comin', comin', comin' around, comin' in a circle."
Grateful Dead


Razz

Feel better?

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