love it thanks
porous and penia pitiless
saying good night
Alcibiades
this sour grape among your sweet clusters
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long wrote:
>
> pitiless spirit launching
> shaktipat from half way
> round the world misty
> fog without any purpose
> maybe porous and penia
> sweetest of clusters and
> rottenest of tress happy
> together Socrates said he
> learned everything he knew about
> love from her but maybe really from
> the hemlock another blasted
> fact not to be confirmed in the
> FFL archives or by Mickey
> Mouse gun toting and roaring
> drunk on something that
> hussy Minnie slipped him
> she slips and falls and rights
> herself and falls again and bows
> and bows and ever bows to the
> hermit crab (-:
> who makes her fall
> and fall and fall over
> ever over
> ever caught
>
>
>
>
>
> ________________________________
> From: merudanda
> To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
> Sent: Wednesday, January 23, 2013 11:53 AM
> Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Legal fight over calming technique lacks
harmony
>
>
> Â
> OMG
> have to be careful in the misty fog
>
> sitting on the lap of love
> Diotima's love lap
> supreme beauty itself
> momentary in the mind â"
> fitful tracing of a portal
> in the flesh immortal
> child of Penia and Poros
> orders and exchanges for sacrifices
> fills the space between,
> Â so that all is bound
> Â falling through
> Â caught over and over again
> being the catcher
> Â (how does it happen that the world contains such a thing, which
ferments like a chaos or moulders like a rotten tree, and never grows to
ripeness? How can Nature tolerate this sour grape among her sweet
clusters?)
>
> Â and amidst noise and commotion there staggers in Alcibiades, who
is roaring drunk:
>
> `The dissonances of the world are like the quarrel of lovers.
Reconciliation is in the middle of conflict, and all that has been
divided finds itself again.'
>
> "Oh, you wretches who feel all this, who, even as I, cannot allow
yourselves to speak of man's being here for a purpose, who, even as I,
are so utterly in the clutch of the Nothing that governs us, so
profoundly aware that we are born for nothing, that we love a nothing,
believe in nothing, work ourselves to death for nothing only that little
by little we may pass over into nothingâ"how can I help it if your
knees collapse when you think of it seriously? Many a time have I,
too, sunk into these bottomless thoughts, and cried out: Why do you lay
the axe to my root, pitiless spirit?â"and I am still here.'"
>
> Â Â Â â"from Hyperion, or The Hermit in Greece, Volume
I (1797; translated from the German by Willard R. Trask)
>
>
> --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long wrote:
> >
> > Be careful who you love, be careful what you do, because a lie
becomes the truth...
> > Something's happening here, what it is ain't exactly clear, there's
a man with a gun over there...or maybe Mickey Mouse
>
> > So Mickey went from Epic to Gangsta? What's next?
> Da Epic Mickey gamez
> put playerz behind a magic paint-brush wielde' by da iconic mouse
> hizzef, but dat isn't da bes' part⦠at leas' not fo'Disney
nerdz. No, da
> post' mos' fan-pleasn' claim ta fame be itz inspire' world,
Wasteland.
> A
> twiste' take on traditional Veda Theme parkz?
> >
> > None for the other exists but surely each exists with every other
each
> >
> > and eachness into oneness falls
> > falling in love with all over and over
> > with the fall
> >
> > not being careful
> > why be careful
> > silly carefulness
> > when everyone is falling together
> > me
> >
> >
> > We're all just walking each other home.ÃÂ So sayeth Ram
Dass.ÃÂ And he should know (-:
> >
> >
> > ________________________________
> > snip
>
