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first there was mind alone
and then there was feeling
to move matter forward
all energy is plus
all emotion is plus
only matter, inert, resists
only ego in confusion
fights the flow forward
ego is a baby
wanting
i would rather be god
than serve
wisdom is won
through suffering
the distance
i find myself
from the source
of being
'prakriti' keeps me busy
'i don't care' keeps me ignorant
'i wish' reconciles
'i remember' is the sword
of light
'i remember myself' smashes the chains i love.
now 'doing' becomes an act of love.
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i love itanother nice one there
why thank you kim… glad you could stop by.
not been feeling too well…but i try to stop by all new posts.
_now 'doing' becomes an act of love_yes yes yesin all
ha ha . someone finally had the courage to comment. thanks roksana.kim… i see you have gotten busy with work and cured your doldrums that way. right on.
that was just the beginning page of it…since i sent you that, i have 3 more sections added to it already
Love that line, "ego is a baby wanting". Sometimes I wonder how much of an ego a baby has, is it aware of its desires. Certainly, when its basic wants and needs are not met, it has great misery. And what about karma and reincarnation. If that baby is carrying the ego of a past life..oh what am I trying to say? 😆 I'll think about it some more. Very thoughtful poem anyway. 😀
stumbling upon resistant emotionswhen the "I do"s commit me to love,nature calls out, "run with Life",and still my feet arebaffled by the quicksandof emotions withstanding….I dont really know if i've understood every bit of the poem, but well, I never really thought i understood poems much, for it is to be percieved differently each time.
and everyone has their own perception of what the author of that poem means…as well.
long long time no see…well, what was deserve to me?this amazing and anothers poems and draws that only you can do.amazingly beautful Scot!:)
Very thoughtful !! It comes after long and deep study. U gain respect because of ur ability to understand the abstract theorms.Behind any action , any form , there is mind. Where ever it get attched there r emotional traces. Emotions trail from three main "BHAV" . Satva , Tam and Raj. Beyond that it is "ego". What is ego ? It is a feeling of seperate identity from God. Knowing oneself is knowing thyself. Melting into is freedom. Aniruddha
very nice comment beatriz… you are too good to me.you too aniruddha. i am not saying anything that everyone who studies doesn't know. my attempt to put it in a nutshell comes from a lifelong insistence that there is a universal truth which encompasses all the points of view. thanks for dropping in… next time i'll have some tea and muffins for you.
help yourself… it's like the magic bowl in the fairy tale… never gets empty
i will just serve it cyberly. help yourself. they're still warm and there's butter and honey.[img]
looks good to me*yummy yummy in my tummy*
mmmha aaha nice tea and that too with honey and biscuits . . Do u know Scott as per "aayurved" simply regular intake of honey can cure T.B. Ani
So nice of u Scott. I would love to have ur company too. And yes it is the life long experience and thought over the root cause of the "prakruti" lead to the truth. Aniruddha
got it mik… thanks for explaining. i certainly know what you mean.. it takes me hours to get through my watches and comments. and sometimes i enjoy it so much, i forget to do what i am supposed to be doing.ani, it's my palms and soles of my feet. called plantar psoriasis.no doctor on either coast has been able to stop it. i've been crippled by it for 15 years. a lot of pain walking and opening things.maybe you could have a local ayuravedic doctor give an opinion… too much raj i suppose… that's the hot one right?
Blueberry muffins are the magic word.:up:I'm here on PC now so I have time to actually visit new posts apart from the ones I have watched. :lol:The recent problems with the watch list have coincided with my network repeatedly losing service in my area and problems with the Opera Mini server to give me about two safe hours per day to come online and deal with my ever growing watch list as well as post my own things.Merely answering my own posts on my watch list can take well over two hours sometimes so don't take it personally that I rarely visit you. It's just that no-one comments on the posts of yours that I'm watching anymore.
and it's impossible for germs or viruses to survive in honey… one of the great providences of the creator.i'm like the 'pooh bear' when it comes to honey.what does the aayurved recommend for psoriasis?
Thoughtful poem, I enjoy it.Yummy muffins. I bring coffee. :coffee: symphonied's poem is cool, too!
Psoraisis of what ? Skin or lever ? We have here an aayurvedic medical research centre at "VASAI" totally devoted to psoraisis. If u need for anybody I can get the details if required. Ani
thanks eliane, that was an oops not mentioning symphonied, i alwsy try to acknowledge comments.yes symphonied added some good lines… i meant to comment on his comment but it slipped my mind… sorry symphonied… i did appreciate your concordance… it's just that i drop thoughts sometimes. like a ball player, i just dropped the ball.
What an interesting life you have had. :up:
Hi ya Scott, Just me stoppin by to say Hi,and have a cup of tea. 😉 Nice work, another good one. :up:
anytime… tea time is 4:00 p.m. prompt… ga ga ga go.i'm harking back to my childhood in jamaica. after a sunrise and a full day fishing and swimming running and climbing and diving…. living on the almost inedible sea-grape we used to ride our little donkeys back to columbus inn….my brother and i would don our little white shorts and shirts and appear all attentive to the little cakes and snacks and jams that came with tea. then we would get back into our bathing suits, ride our little donkeys back to the lagoon, swim some more, fish some more and roast our fish and some corn cobs over an open fire with our village peers (solomon agundai and his brothers) watch the sunset… what a life.omg i hope moontan doesn't see this. he was just railing about an 11 year old and his little brother surfing in front of his house without parental supervision. i was six, my brother was seven…. but we were practically fish.actually, it may have been his story that caused me to blurt out this little piece of history.
right you are. i can't complain. not a dull moment. i am very lucky.
"not a dull moment" isn't the word for it scott.seems like you had every opportunity to actually be able to "paint" the sea when young.y did u not start sooner?….lol
Wow !! so true..and beautifully peiced together 🙂
what a nice talk here! :DS. you are good to all of us, showing your talent. We have some art in free to admire.
beatriz… i get paid in enjoying a way to relate to others. thanks for your nice comment.thnx roshni.bakshi for getting the structure. i am glad you appreciated the poem/philosophy.kim… i will show you my first lagoon painting when i have more energy tomorrow… had a long day.
Wonderful poem, Scott, and excellent philosophy. And I've no problem with kids taking advantage of the lack of supervision! Not at all. Isn't that what they're supposed to do? Moon
ideally, i think it would be best if they amuse themselves however they wish… should they fall out of a tree, then they will learn to climb more carefully. of course if they die, then they should have been supervised.same thing with swimming with sharks… if they get eaten, everytone will blame the parents.i know one thing for sure. and that is that i was happy all day long. feeling lighthearted and unafraid. but that was a relatively safe place to be in those days so i must admit that circumstances may call for different practices. of course. obvious.thanks for stopping by dear moontan the true.
Anonymous writes:Hi your blog is very good i`m Brazilian
thanks for the comment… all brazilians are welcome here. drop in anytime.
did u get my INBOX message…scott???