Restless Soma
Old World (public) => Poems => Topic started by: runningstream on October 01, 2018, 08:39:30 AM
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Soma,
There was movement at the station ,
For the word had passed around,
I got into it with some wasps and ended up looking a bit like mo from the Simpsons,
When I took action again today they tripled plus one the effort was stung ,
I'm smitten with mittens from the 50's,
Not such the fan of cold yet like the things that warm plus fire,
No need for here its desire,
Elsewhere and also however,
I've slept like perhaps we'd summoned a bear,
Driven through the fog nocturnally lingered,
I like boots you like boots we like boots ,
Singh the boot song singh a long linga,
Caste across the seas ,
Waiting for fruit falling,
Coming into seasons,
Compound movements,
Words whispered shatter churn return burn,
Archangels should you dare,
Words clearly spoken retrieve kindly showing ways kindred flame stays,
Rise and flow ebb and fall ,
Waiting kindly ,
Forgiveness is a virtue by capacity to free,
Water cleanses a stone for a sword,
Slate clean,
Patience forgiveness liberation motion release,
Action traction continuation sights station transparent natural relation reaction to action,
Old man time swings the lantern to the well,
I drop the pebble in for a delay of instant splash,
I found boots for me boots for you boots I find for paths we do ,
Boots for all occasions,
Old woman ocean holds the lantern by the sea ,
Washes against stone alerts those who sail ,
Splashes alert through fog showing,
Remembering clearly sowing
Manna
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Hi.
Patience forgiveness liberation motion release
Have you considered that this motion can be stopped. By you of course.
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Can you explain what you mean?
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Yes. Though I am not a scholar; I 'm of the west. It means having 'space', having the moment. Not sure, but I personally, that's what I call as 'having stopped the world'. Having this moment, without past ...........
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'Awakened without past' :)
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I see what your saying.
If I were to do as you suggest , it would be an enormous event.
For now I'm tying up loose ends first.
Tying up time even.
Perhaps when I have finished what I exist for I can consider it as a natural progression.
I've followed silence before yes.
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Yes. Sometimes, especially for Toltecs, all the ways, and the just, are considered without choice .......
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Then , I guess comes individuality ....
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Uniqueness
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For me silence pointed out individuality within union , time can become individually present multidimensionally .
Thats an oxymoron, like climbing a tree and falling down to recover all the pieces that belong.
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..logging out - Peace -----
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We can do some now.
Cutting words out , words that are unsure , non committal.
I hear many speak ideas , divisions as though meeting one opposing causes pain. Importance placed on divided belief.
I am not speaking of those ideas , I am speaking about
Expressing knowing within that through expressing becomes seen.
This is your seed . this seed belongs to a tree that also belongs to others.
By removing the division which stands between non committed expression you access it.
I will give you an example of movement reached , through removing obstacles placed which obscure free expression.
I was asked yesterday or it was implied I was needed or required to do work.
The work I was being asked for I was told I would be paid.
As the one asking has business within other sphere in life, I knew joining those two spheres of lifes action would lead to a compromise.
In that what was established as one sphere could be linked to a second , meant the first could be pulled out into compromise destroying sense of truth navigation.
So I took away the compromise,
I will work for free I said , and help if 'you' ask .
This way I am not bound to an agreement which is heavy .
Now I am free .
In this way , I control free movement through availability.
This way there is no division , between seed and tree.
I am not held thereby establishing non division.
I am a tree.
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And here then,
Is the trick of a lawless one whether understanding or not leads others astray.
Remember ,
It is said whether a fool rages or laughs , there will be no peace in the heart.
A popular man of the times inserts his opinion upon things , events , puts himself at the center of attention boisterously and arrogantly, although the things , ideas hardly belong to him yet there he will be seen.
He sits high in their eyes of power.
He convinces them siding with a lie so much so and conviction that it blinds them as they are led.
Infuriating them with the opposition he creates.
As he speaks he sows division , in that what he speaks
As opinion is not righteous , and misleads away from truth .
Whether the ears of those who agree or disagree are one side or the other as right or wrong , they soon become tangled .
As he has divided them so they do disagree and disagree whether right or not.
They become lost in listening to the unrighteous man and in doing so, lose sight of their way.
He will lead them towards conflict they will not see where he has divided them by introducing the abhorrent lie.
The devil likes idle hands they also say ,
that is one who has forgotten their seed , lost on their way.
This why remembering , what has been lost by being divided is important.
That is why the weight obscures a view.
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good posts.
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Lots of tiger tribes distribution around the world,
Lots of lions dream this Morn,
They attack and killed anything in their way they met,
There's no easy way to agree with what's righteous feeling a complete sense of peace,
From a human circumspect,
What makes humans think they can destroy all habitats is only a guess,
What's built takes time,
Like rivers which arrive ,
One looked to be a mountain lion type ,
Tigers however on a fast,
Bless the layers of trees rings,
Say something sensible the truth chimes,
Wait around and hear the songs some birds try elicit ,
Go blind if not wise,
All the while ..........
Waiting in the woods,
The song neither here nor there ,
Its right aware with a stare ,
Within time find,
Where on the pathline required,
When they call those of tribe chuff,
When they're in sight noses tuft ,
Heavens above enough is enough ,
Quando è troppo è troppo
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Quando è troppo è troppo
Yes
Watching a new Documentary about food
It's called "HEAT, SALT, ACID, FAT"
She travels a lot
Japan, Italy
Miso paste pressed with stones
in a large clay pot
3 years to ferment
and fresh fish in the market
Olives shake with leaves on a tree
and fall into the farmers net below
weeks later
a golden nectar
sweet, bitter
I don't understand their language
but I can feel what they are saying
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Mountains lions ,
Olive trees golden nectars,
Bitters sweets ,
Rivers come down from mountains enter groves,
Find their ways back to beginnings known,
A fisherman a fisherman a fisherman a net,
Weights scales,
Where the lions hunt upwards towards the top,
Where the cars stacked retrieve her without spot,
Shift the time scene o one where she's clean climbs and sees limbs,
Top of olive trees safety's leaves ,
Loins held back like rivers in flood,
Rushes cleans destroys to mud,
Brings patience timing correct in leaving,
Brings justice movement upon innocense grievance,
Been held so long , what's held back be done ,
Swiftly to the sweet love golden above,
To the bitter their blood drink wine of the crush,
To the victor glory to rush
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Its late , I've been packing bags , for journeys to come.
Reading adventure by explorers who survived and some not.
I have studied the ways to do, I have gathered the tools too.
Of this journey , animals my friends.
The encroachment by the humans meets them ,
Like sea snakes , sharks, crocodiles, kangaroos, buffalos,
A real life avatar like situation. Where they become the prey.
Alas patience in dismay.
Like mine, I turn my face, turn my back, speak to the wind,
Gather only good seed , throw the one third to the sky,
Give what's due of their gain, let them face with their lie,
Spare others by name ,
The wilderness to tame
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Tiger smooth shiny large on a leash ,
There's a fence,
Temperament is different from the lions ,
He feels trusting ,
Its a chain,
There's a sound and who's holding the leash
May have felt in control until he decides otherwise,
Tiger leaps the fence to attack,
The chain was a token merely of control which
Illusion dissipates on the switch,
We're communicating yet I dont remember seeing her there , its by presence perhaps,.
The cows have been wandering in and out the broken down old fence,
Water going down revealing a stick ,
Pelicans slap their wings on the water loudly and their beaks,
Ibis fly overhead a yabbie in the water I pick
gives a faint kick,
Three cows approach slowly others sit across the banks,
Its a very blue sky crisp resolution and crusting releases