Dear Doctor, I would like to share the Introducing Quote, from a book that I am currently writing Attachment for Enlightenment:
"A karma yogi is he who has actively outside and calmness within himself, like the ocean which is full of turbulent waves and high tides on the surface and eternal calmness within."* from: Meditation Easy System Propopunded by Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, International Meditation Center Honolulu, Hawaii 1958 (page 38) I have been sharing the Draft with Share Long, who may want to add her comments. This was my origional intention in joining FFL - to get imressions and feedback, which are always helpful. You know how difficult it is to write for an invisible audience. And I so want to do a worthy job. I am, at this point, a little wary of the responses this may receive, so I hope that I have not exposed to much. Your friend always, Dan * I feel this way and Doug Birx, and others, have confirmed this State. [doctordumbass] Doc sez: yep, you and I and 99% of the meditators are karma yogis - the world does not sustain itself on recluses - though it does need a few. > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote: > > > > I gave it a good try, Ann. But not for this body mind. Maybe I'm more of a karma yogi. > > > > People on IA are in Dome for 5 1/2 hours in morning and 2 hours in evening. Torture, if you ask me. Spiritual Warriors truly. > > > > > > But I have a friend who's been on that schedule for 6 years and she's very blissful and grounded and funny, etc. She says there are others like her and I believe her. > > > > > > Better one's own dharma. The dharma of another, though higher, brings danger. > > > > The city that most appeals to me is Vancouver. Want to roller skate around Stanley Park > > > > > > ________________________________ > > From: awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com > > To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com > > Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 8:41 AM > > Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling > > > > > >  > > > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long <sharelong60@> wrote: > > > > > > Sometimes, when I slog off to the Dome yet again, and mind you, dear Merudanda, there are friends who have been doing that for 6 years plus!àAnd in the Dome for 7 and a half hours per day!àSo in that sense I am a very minor slogger. > > > > > > Anyway, when Fairfield seems deadingly rural, when I dream of running away to a place with better climate and at least one good bookstore and one museum of natural history, when the heat and humidity and tedium press down on this pitta, big city woman...sometimes that's exactly when grace occurs and I surrender even to that tedium, to that oppressive heat.àIt is a very sweet moment.à> > > > > > Sometimes I wonder if surrender to all that isn't the last step before nirvana.àOr at least the next step to loving unconditionally. > > > > Why can't you get to nirvana while in Paris or NYC? Why do you have to suffer (in Fairfield and in the Dome) to reach that pinnacle? And people spend 7 hours in the Dome?! They must have a bridge club or something. You should stay all day, you might be surprised at what they get up to and it doesn't include sitting there with eyes closed, it couldn't!! > > > > àThis possibility is what keeps me slogging.àThank you for very non sloggish verses.àSo beautiful as always... à> > > > > > > > > Share, off to Dome, hoping to catch sight of Raunchy without chichi or tutu who are nonetheless probably great flyers > > > > > > ________________________________ > > > From: merudanda no_re...@yahoogroups.com > > > To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com > > > Sent: Monday, August 27, 2012 6:41 AM > > > Subject: [FairfieldLife] Love Song of J. Alfred PruXeno -- Re: mind boggling > > > > > > > > > à> > > Midsummer is a suffocating time and I long, not for Cuba, but for a > > > cottage, say, in Sweden on a lake surrounded by dark green forests in which all the trees > > > talk Swedish. The repetition of one's experiences in a single spot year after year is > > > deadly. But, then, so too is a life without the need of a job and without the plans that > > > one is constantly making to amuse oneself. Even the scholar must have a subject for his > > > life and however suffocating this time of year may be it has always been a time when I am > > > happiest, as if the world had become composed at last. > > > > > > The palm at the end of the mind, > > > >Beyond the last thought, rises > > > >In the bronze decor, > > > >A gold-feathered bird > > > >Sings in the palm, without human meaning, > > > >Without human feeling, a foreign song. > > > >You know then that it is not the reason > > > >That makes us happy or unhappy. > > > >The bird sings. Its feathers shine. > > > >The palm stands on the edge of space. > > > >The wind moves slowly in the branches. > > > >The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down. > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "Robin Carlsen" <maskedzebra@> wrote: > > > > > > > > ââ¬Â¦ I have about decided to go to Key West on Thursday or Friday and cross to Havana on the ferry and spend a day or two there sight-seeing. I shall have to pay for that myself but I cannot feel that it would be a great sin to indulge myself now that I am so near. Tomorrow several of the crowd are going out in boats for the big fish but I do not intend to go along. One day is enough. Besides I got so burned by the sun on Monday that another day of it so soon might blister my skin. The beauty of this place is indescribable. This morning the sea was glittering gold and intense deep blue. When it grew cloudy later the sea turned to green and black. Later in the morning it faired off, as they say, and by noon there was not a cloud in the sky. The sky is perfectly clear and the moon full tonight. The palms are murmuring in the incessant breeze and, as Judge Powell said, we are drowned in beauty. But with all that, there are a most uncalled for number > > of > > > mosquitoes. My knees and wrists are covered with bites. > > > > from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly > > > Stevens (New York: Knopf, 1966), 233. > > > > > > > > > I think I should select from my poems as my favorite the Emperor of Ice > > > Cream. This wears a deliberately commonplace costume, and yet seems to me to contain > > > something of the essential gaudiness of poetry; that is the reason why I like it. > > > from Letters of Wallace Stevens, selected and edited by Holly > > > Stevens (New York: Knopf, 1966), 263. > > > The Emperor Of Ice-Cream > > > Call the roller of big cigars, > > > The muscular one, and bid him whip > > > In kitchen cups concupiscent curds. > > > Let the wenches dawdle in such dress > > > As they are used to wear, and let the boys > > > Bring flowers in last month's newspapers. > > > Let be be finale of seem. > > > The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream. > > > > > > Take from the dresser of deal. > > > Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet > > > On which she embroidered fantails once > > > And spread it so as to cover her face. > > > If her horny feet protrude, they come > > > To show how cold she is, and dumb. > > > Let the lamp affix its beam. > > > The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream. > > > > > > > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung no_reply@ wrote: > > > > > > > > > > Really? Nablusoss1008, really? > > > > > > > > > > Are you really presenting yourself to this group suchly? > > > > > > > > > > This group? -- this group that has registered hundreds of thousands of posts and provably shows itself to be constantly vigilant about the values and truths of every statement? For free to any who would post? > > > > > > > > > > This group that regularly goes to absolutely extreme nuancing, and has minds so delicate but iron-stubborn? > > > > > > > > > > This group whose mindset attempts to wrest the real from the actual by tying every tool and even one arm behind its back and resigns "each and all" to "doing this that we do here" with mere words? > > > > > > > > > > This group? Really? This is the group from which you've selected, Xeno, who is perhaps the sanest and most eloquent and generously-available-to-all person, and it is he that you choose to dump on as if he were "Edg on his nut buggy?" > > > > > > > > > > Are you sure you want to do this-that-you've-just-now-done, and have THIS be here for ever and ever and ever to be chewed upon by all the vastness of the consciousness of all the generations to come? > > > > > > > > > > Great God Almighty I hope you don't. > > > > > > > > > > I hope you're the prime jokester here and have us all in tizzies and whirls and reacting so childishly when you toss such poisoned red meat to our slavering dogs. > > > > > > > > > > Just once. JUST ONCE. Come on, just once. Could you please peek out from behind the curtain and get real? > > > > > > > > > > But, even if not, even if not a one of us gets to see the Wizard, at least, pick on me. > > > > > > > > > > Xeno is gold here. > > > > > > > > > > He gives his attention. Don't you get that attention is love, and it doesn't matter what that attention has as its object of consciousness, and that he as if bathes the minds here with his clarity and his kindness? > > > > > > > > > > Can't you feel his vibe? > > > > > > > > > > Edg > > > > > > > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 <no_reply@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > Me thinks this xeno fellow ought to get back on his medication :-) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
