Live to Die, Die to live

[NonDualistic]

"God" is not the label "God" is the Essence behind all the applicable labels This Essence is as the water in and of the ocean God is Self without an other Seeing without differentiating, without judging this from that Like a motionless body of water with no waves on its surface The individual person, being, is self Like waves rising on the oceans surface The self arises from the Self Worn like a cloak, like a pair of glasses Lenses to see through, to distinguish and differentiate Clothing that hides ones true nature Without Self, there would be no self, and therefore no other To Self, every other is also Self Seeing through different "lenses", wearing different "clothing" Being mere appearances, every self is just a reflection of the one Self A view from a different vantage point, an experience arising Belief and doubt, imprisonment and freedom, freedom and imprisonment Such depends on whether one is coming or going, arising or falling Though ever so subtle it is, this inherent power is not to be discounted Such drives all in motion The Self is like a child seeking to play The self is like a beloved toy that a child plays with Without the child the toy has no life Without the toy the child cannnot play Of what use are either Child or toy without the playing? Between the Self and the self, there is another Such is a quality that arises between the two Not wholly immaterial nor wholly material, posessing qualities of both Like a bridge reaching from both shores seeking connection in the center Without the bridge of what use are the distant shores to one another? Self and self dwell one in the same Both in the moment, both now Interwoven, overlapped Belief and doubt is all there is, so difficult to see yet so simple Perception is all there is Surrender of one to the other is necesary for the third to be realized That quality between the two For self, death is inevitable Surrender is continuance, though it is also death There is no other way So there is the choice Live and be dead, or Die and be alive Either way Be

[NonDualistic]

Falling inward, yet moving outward Such is the death self must endure Relinquishing that tendancy for self reflection That incessant need to know one exists That latent thought, "i am" Of what use is "i" , "me", and "mine" There is no true division, only distinction Shimmering ripples on the surface of the water i feel The Presence Vishnu rising within i turn as to meet Self, face that which self cannot face i must surrender to , die to , fold back into Terror, grasping Fear, rising Anxiety, building Egos trumpets screaming in this mind Clawing, weeping, teeth gnashing Cant let go, hold on, keep firm the grip Damn this beast, die now, suffer no more Drown in the depths and see such never was That which is born and dies , never truly lives Pleasure, suffering, duality, all part of a play unfolding To hold onto, to grasp at, all vanity Water rising in the well Vishnu calling, coming, rising Here now, at the threshold, waiting Push me, i hesitate Leave all manner of religions, simply surrender to Me Fall into My love, let go dearest child, safe you will be You must trust Me with your whole heart, let go of the mind, its thoughts In that moment find peace, relax your grip, let go and fall into My very heart I am patient When the time is right, you will know I will be waiting Always here Always now

[Grod]

ok.

[NonDualistic]

ok. This kind of goes along with Howies experiment talked of in the research section. I am simply letting arise to words what comes from within upon a cleared, empty mind. Subtly invoking a latent thought for initial movement and direction. From there the words simply arise without any contemplative thought or correction. Since this is religion/sprituality based I placed it here, though I completely yelid to the moderators to move it wherever deemed best suited. All comments are welcome, though any responses will be made in format similar to that of above and below. Atheist, theist War made, one upon the other Neither knowing of what they argue Neither seeing inward The blind fighting the blind Dealing with externals, lost to the mind Let rise , that which dwells within Without seeking, nor finding What is, is already Much substance there is here now for those who see For those who do not, jibberish, nonsense Each to their own

[ClouD]

Atheist, theist War made, one upon the other Neither knowing of what they argue Neither seeing inward The blind fighting the blind Dealing with externals, lost to the mind Let rise , that which dwells within Without seeking, nor finding What is, is already Much substance there is here now for those who see For those who do not, jibberish, nonsense Each to their own Subtlety eats those which seek Simplicity of poison, leaves doubt Consume poison through poison -Meditative insight in itself, to pantheon-

[NonDualistic]

Objects of preference A dry forrest floor Tangled undergrowth, deadwood Fuel for the flames What should be The lie, delusion Sparks for the kindling Fires rage througout the mind Burning, consuming, torturing, blinding The fuel, inexhaustable This landscape burns in perpetual storm

[Serkat]

This belongs in Artist's Corner.

[ClouD]

This belongs in Artist's Corner. If a cookie is within a coffee jar, it does not become coffee. The format in which has been chosen is a means of expression.

[Serkat]

If a cookie is within a coffee jar, it does not become coffee. The format in which has been chosen is a means of expression. It's the wrong type of expression for this forum. End of story. You can see from the replies that nobody wants to dig through this shit.

[Dizko]

If a cookie is within a coffee jar, it does not become coffee. The format in which has been chosen is a means of expression. Lawl, Burn.

[NonDualistic]

It's the wrong type of expression for this forum. End of story. You can see from the replies that nobody wants to dig through this shit. Right and wrong Good and bad Duality, blazing flames within the mind All paths leading out of the inferno All paths leading back into the inferno Put one fire out Another starts Escape lies elsewhere

[Dizko]

This thread is teh funnies.

[Sornaensis]

Falling inward, yet moving outward Such is the death self must endure Relinquishing that tendancy for self reflection That incessant need to know one exists That latent thought, "i am" Of what use is "i" , "me", and "mine" There is no true division, only distinction Shimmering ripples on the surface of the water i feel The Presence Vishnu rising within i turn as to meet Self, face that which self cannot face i must surrender to , die to , fold back into Terror, grasping Fear, rising Anxiety, building Egos trumpets screaming in this mind Clawing, weeping, teeth gnashing Cant let go, hold on, keep firm the grip Damn this beast, die now, suffer no more Drown in the depths and see such never was That which is born and dies , never truly lives Pleasure, suffering, duality, all part of a play unfolding To hold onto, to grasp at, all vanity Water rising in the well Vishnu calling, coming, rising Here now, at the threshold, waiting Push me, i hesitate Leave all manner of religions, simply surrender to Me Fall into My love, let go dearest child, safe you will be You must trust Me with your whole heart, let go of the mind, its thoughts In that moment find peace, relax your grip, let go and fall into My very heart I am patient When the time is right, you will know I will be waiting Always here Always now Great poem; Wai post here?

[ClouD]

I think it was posted here, as to be looked at for it's spiritualistic meaning, moreso than it's poetic beauty. Howie has a similar thread, placed in the research forum, as it is more a research to him than expression. I placed a similar thread in Artist's Corner, as I wished it to be viewed by those that have an appreciation for art and literature and may be able to grasp some of the complexities that are mentioned.

[NonDualistic]

I think it was posted here, as to be looked at for it's spiritualistic meaning, moreso than it's poetic beauty. Howie has a similar thread, placed in the research forum, as it is more a research to him than expression. I placed a similar thread in Artist's Corner, as I wished it to be viewed by those that have an appreciation for art and literature and may be able to grasp some of the complexities that are mentioned. The insight serves well Rising to the mind Unfolding into words As a Flower in the moring sunlight

[Howie]

NonDualistic, were you hoping for others to post here? I guess being an open Forum it would be hard not to. Originally I was going to begin my abstract journal as a dream journal with no other replies. I found the replies were interesting and helpful. I think it was posted here, as to be looked at for it's spiritualistic meaning, moreso than it's poetic beauty. Howie has a similar thread, placed in the research forum, as it is more a research to him than expression. I placed a similar thread in Artist's Corner, as I wished it to be viewed by those that have an appreciation for art and literature and may be able to grasp some of the complexities that are mentioned. Where is your thread in The Artist's Corner ClouD? I like to see this idea spawn into other areas. As it is creative with any application it can take on an entire different form, I.E. dreams, religion, politics, art, etc.

[ClouD]

Where is your thread in The Artist's Corner ClouD? I like to see this idea spawn into other areas. As it is creative with any application it can take on an entire different form, I.E. dreams, religion, politics, art, etc. Here is the link: Violent Expression. I watch what thoughts and feelings arise from within me, during any activity. I write keywords down and express myself in a notepad I usaully carry. When I get on to DV, I play with the words and create perspectives to see it from in the form of poetic paragraphs.

[NonDualistic]

NonDualistic, were you hoping for others to post here? I guess being an open Forum it would be hard not to. Originally I was going to begin my abstract journal as a dream journal with no other replies. I found the replies were interesting and helpful. i am not hoping for anything really. All are welcome to make comments and ask questions if anyone so wishes. i am learning to let go, and seeing things i had not seen before. This is an open learning and realization process going on within me here and now. What is written here, is what arises in the form of words. Perhaps others will look inside themselves and see something new from reading some little tid bit here. Cloud has voiced ,to the point, why it is in this forum. Howie, i am making some very interesting observations that i will explain back in your Abstract journal post. It may be a few more days for it to come together so it can be written, but you may find it interesting.

[NonDualistic]

Objects of preference A dry forrest floor Tangled undergrowth, deadwood Fuel for the flames What should be The lie, delusion Sparks for the kindling Fires rage througout the mind Burning, consuming, torturing, blinding The fuel, inexhaustable This landscape burns in perpetual storm Right and wrong Good and bad Duality, blazing flames within the mind All paths leading out of the inferno All paths leading back into the inferno Put one fire out Another starts Escape lies elsewhere Many paths , but one walker on them This notion of "i" Flint and steel That which strikes the sparks That which sets the fires That which stokes the flames, like a bellows Latent and direct Subtle and obvious It is this "i". this "me", that strides within this hellish land Burning in the self created fires of this ancient furnace Where is freedom in a cage so tight? So tight that neither birth nor death offer escape Pain and pleasure, both raging fires One leads to the other, and vice versa No escape, no relief

[Howie]

Howie, I am making some very interesting observations that i will explain back in your Abstract journal post. It may be a few more days for it to come together so it can be written, but you may find it interesting. I too am taking a stance of an observer. It is very interesting and sometimes words can only muddle up the process.

[ClouD]

A chapter from Osho, I stumbled across today. To religion love is the highest knowledge. That is why religion is expressed more in poetic terms than in scientific ones. Scientific terms cannot be used, they belong to the realm of knowing. Poetry can be used. And those who have come to know reality through love, whatsoever they say becomes poetry. The Upanishads, the Vedas, the sayings of Jesus or Buddha or Krishna, they are all poetic statements. It is not just a coincidence that all the old religious scriptures are written in poetry. It has a significance. It shows that there is some affinity between the world of a poet and the world of a mystic. The mystic is also using the language of the heart. The poet is only a mystic in certain moments of flight, just as when you jump you can go away from the gravitation of the earth, but you again come back to it. A poet means a person who has been for some seconds on a flight into the world of the mystics. He has had some glimpses. A mystic is one who has gone beyond gravitation completely, who lives in the world of love, who lives through the heart. This has become his very abode. For the poetic person it is just a glimpse: sometimes he falls down from the head to the heart. But this is just for the time being -- again he goes back to the head.

[NonDualistic]

I feel its breath The beat of its heart I know its mind, its thoughts Feel its loves, hates, joys, sufferings Moving by , like scenery through the window of a moving train Found then lost, lost then found Moments drift to and fro Me? Mine?, the questioning rises Briefer than brief, look quickly There is no time Be still, nothing awaits The crevasse, eternity I see it There is nothing to see Emptiness Knowledge Nothing to know Tears streaming down these cheeks Hold well, grasp not With an open hand you hold the world Fires rise, racing, lifting within the skull Moments, only moments

[♥Mark]

Not poetic enough to be art, didn't make enough sense to be science. 1/10

[Sornaensis]

Not poetic enough to be art, didn't make enough sense to be science. 1/10 +5

[NonDualistic]

Mind, island on the far side Drifting, movement A wondorous sight Like waters of the deep Waves upon its surface, shimmering, moving Reaching outward, pulling inward Tranquility surrounds it