Do not reply to this thread.

[melanie]

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I searched for my Self

until I grew weary,

but no one, I know now,

reaches the hidden knowledge

by means of effort.

Then, absorbed in “Thou art This,”

I found the place of Wine.

There all the jars are filled,

but no one is left to drink.



Lalla


Homelessness is our home.

[labelwench]

'Do not reply to this thread'.

That's quaint.

I wouldn't dream of talking to a 'thread', although I might think I'd been working too hard if a 'thread' started speaking to me.....

One should especially not pull on a loose thread, as it has been demonstrated that some 'threads' are capable of unravelling a great deal of work.

No......I shall certainly not be the one to reply to a 'thread'. I would not want it to feel 'threadened' in any way......

[austintorn@aol.com]

Label was so funny that I just had to reply to say so.

Sorry about breaking the rules of the thread. (You can ban me.)

[melanie]

The multitudinousness of objects have no reality in themselves but are only seen of the mind
and, therefore, are of the nature of maya and a dream.

It is true that in one sense they are seen and discriminated by the senses as individualized objects.
But in another sense, because of the absence of any characteristic marks of self-nature,
they are not seen but are only imagined.
In one sense they are graspable,
but in another sense, they are not graspable.

[austintorn@aol.com]

Thanks, you are very graspable in what you say, as well as in your sweet self.

[melanie]

Austin, if you reply to this thread once more i will have to reveal your sweet false Identity.

And you wouldn't want me to do that now would you huh! ?

[austintorn@aol.com]

Yes, please reveal.

[melanie]

Yes, please reveal.

Okay, you asked for it.

[austintorn@aol.com]

Yeah, I know, for it seemed that Austin Powers and Steve Austin ruined my name, but then I became Austin Higher Powers and Steve Austin became SteveA of TQ. (Thanks for the pen, again)

[austintorn@aol.com]

I searched for myself, following a hunch,
But then found that it was out to lunch.
— by a famous Yogi