An indifferent God.
A vicious God.
No God at all.
(I prefer the latter)
toombaru
Three Choices
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toombaru wrote:empty-and-full wrote:i
have
no
preference
I am
There is.....beyond the I am............
'preference for the latter'... cannot go beyond 'I am'...toombaru wrote:I prefer the latter
'beyond I am'... there is nothing...
already here...
containing all preferences...
yet holding none...
Love
From Source to Source: an Endless Spring
Re: Three Choices
to whom is this imagined god... vicious or indifferent...toombaru wrote:An indifferent God.
A vicious God.
No God at all.
(I prefer the latter)
toombaru
the god that is not believed in from toombaru's perspective is not believed in from michael's perspective either...
Love
From Source to Source: an Endless Spring
Re: Three Choices
4th choice?toombaru wrote:
A An indifferent God.
A vicious God.
No God at all.
(I prefer the latter)
toombaru
no-chooser...
be yourself, the real fictional character?
Re: Three Choices
It is not the God questiontoombaru wrote:An indifferent God.
A vicious God.
No God at all.
(I prefer the latter)
toombaru
that needs to be addressed
but rather the 'I that prefers.'
In the end.. (and the everlasting beginning)
there is of course no 'need' for that either.
Re: Three Choices
Preferencing ....happens....toombaru wrote:An indifferent God.
A vicious God.
No God at all.
(I prefer the latter)
toombaru
Kali
Re: Three Choices
Kali wrote:Preferencing ....happens....toombaru wrote:An indifferent God.
A vicious God.
No God at all.
(I prefer the latter)
toombaru
Kali
Preference is Life's compass.
toombaru
Re: Three Choices
........(no response)........toombaru wrote:An indifferent God.
A vicious God.
No God at all.
(I prefer the latter)
toombaru
Re: Three Choices
godszen wrote:........(no response)........toombaru wrote:An indifferent God.
A vicious God.
No God at all.
(I prefer the latter)
toombaru
Actually....that is a response.
But why is it that you have "no response"?
toombaru
hehehe, chuckles and guffaws, Toomie,
thanks for the opening.
Three Early Morning Poems of January 2, 2008
Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
is not at all
like I thought it
would be or he
said it was—
that is,
if one should happen
to remember the punch line,
without an ounce of regret
or a snowball's chance
in hell
the truth is quite simple
and proper in its proper attire,
we're all dressed up--
talking monkey suits,
with nowhere to go,
neither a fat or slim chance
of getting out alive.
O, Poet
I should be happy
at the thought of you
writing "consumer" poems,
at least that's what they tell me,
now that you've
gone
to the other side, Luke.
See, a Goddess
by any name is your Soul
afire,
and if you deny
any part of it,
the sinew bone and marrow of the woman
who loved you—
there is a price to pay...
Well, darling, you might not
see it yet, but you sold yourself
to the lowest bidder and
the least common denominator,
your poems
empty, emaciated and incomplete,
...only the flesh of love from the fires of
Hell can save you now,
can help you remember
that Love is a gift
you cannot deny.
Words
It's really f******
hard for me to throw
away words,
I have tons of books and someday
I'll reread that one or perhaps
remember I want to remember
a paragraph so perfect—
I should have committed to memory,
often
when I'm in the throes of writing
a Poem, I grab a book,
a random page,
see what
jumps out at me
yeah, I'm really
stuck on words… I have
saved greeting cards from every
occasion--and if I started to be
selective now, where in heavens name
should I start? not the Mommy ones,
not the I love you wife, ones (Liar!)
not the friendship, better days are here
cause I'm thinking of you, not the wish you
were here postcards with that unforgettable sunrise
and palm trees (of course, received in 10 degrees
below zero, with snow up my arse. I remember
I could almost smell the ocean, feel the warm
breeze & sun on my back) but I digress, and it's
white outside, and I'm left with places I have
never gone,
No, I shall keep them all,
like
I keep old emails and stories of gurus & lovely,
significant words, inspirations to the depth of me,
Yes, I'm a wordaholic,
I hoard words in every shape
& form,
typeset & style,
and I rue the day when I shall
run out…
nothing left to say
in my dying breath,
as if the word "I" never existed.
Blessings in 2008,
Anna
So 'nuff said, have fun and play nice!
http://youtube.com/watch?v=RxT5NwQUtVM&feature=related
http://youtube.com/watch?v=zCdZwitrNoY
thanks for the opening.
Three Early Morning Poems of January 2, 2008
Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
is not at all
like I thought it
would be or he
said it was—
that is,
if one should happen
to remember the punch line,
without an ounce of regret
or a snowball's chance
in hell
the truth is quite simple
and proper in its proper attire,
we're all dressed up--
talking monkey suits,
with nowhere to go,
neither a fat or slim chance
of getting out alive.
O, Poet
I should be happy
at the thought of you
writing "consumer" poems,
at least that's what they tell me,
now that you've
gone
to the other side, Luke.
See, a Goddess
by any name is your Soul
afire,
and if you deny
any part of it,
the sinew bone and marrow of the woman
who loved you—
there is a price to pay...
Well, darling, you might not
see it yet, but you sold yourself
to the lowest bidder and
the least common denominator,
your poems
empty, emaciated and incomplete,
...only the flesh of love from the fires of
Hell can save you now,
can help you remember
that Love is a gift
you cannot deny.
Words
It's really f******
hard for me to throw
away words,
I have tons of books and someday
I'll reread that one or perhaps
remember I want to remember
a paragraph so perfect—
I should have committed to memory,
often
when I'm in the throes of writing
a Poem, I grab a book,
a random page,
see what
jumps out at me
yeah, I'm really
stuck on words… I have
saved greeting cards from every
occasion--and if I started to be
selective now, where in heavens name
should I start? not the Mommy ones,
not the I love you wife, ones (Liar!)
not the friendship, better days are here
cause I'm thinking of you, not the wish you
were here postcards with that unforgettable sunrise
and palm trees (of course, received in 10 degrees
below zero, with snow up my arse. I remember
I could almost smell the ocean, feel the warm
breeze & sun on my back) but I digress, and it's
white outside, and I'm left with places I have
never gone,
No, I shall keep them all,
like
I keep old emails and stories of gurus & lovely,
significant words, inspirations to the depth of me,
Yes, I'm a wordaholic,
I hoard words in every shape
& form,
typeset & style,
and I rue the day when I shall
run out…
nothing left to say
in my dying breath,
as if the word "I" never existed.
Blessings in 2008,
Anna
So 'nuff said, have fun and play nice!
http://youtube.com/watch?v=RxT5NwQUtVM&feature=related
http://youtube.com/watch?v=zCdZwitrNoY