Mountain Man's UseNet Archive Random Poetry in Cyberspace collected from UseNet in 1996
Web Publication by Mountain Man Graphics, Australia in the Southern Autumn of 1996

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EDITORIAL COMMENTARY
by PRF Brown
BCSLS {Freshwater}
Mountain Man Graphics, Australia

Water made in Dawn

turtle@aicap.s21.com (Turtle Heart) wrote:

our wings
have given us
like Rain
a medicine that is a spirit
we are spirits talking together
we have put a truth inside us
we are like a bowl
filled with the tender touch
of dawns' morning dream
yes my body has a spirit
I have taken it to the water
my friend

Tobacco Indian

(c)Copyright 1995,AICAP
Turtle Heart. Ahnishinabeg Artist.
E-Mail: turtle@aicap.s21.com
Web: American Indian Computer Art Project
American Indian Computer Art Project (AICAP) 619-374-2208
PO Box 111, Johannesburg California 93528-0111
Land of Kaw-ii-Su Ancestor.
Land of Light.

Healer in kind

lisa frost wrote:

And how can the healer
not love those whom she heals?
For she has embraced
them in entirety
of body, soul and mind.

And within each human, regardless
of whatever evil or disease
she might find,
she has touched the indelible essence,
the purity, the absolute manifestation
of human kind.

Through this touch
deliverance is a reflection in kind.

For the essence is love, and the
healing touch is said reflection combind.

For that which heals is already the core of
all human kind.

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Enclosed and encapsulated within heart and mind,
the hope of love becomes certainty
when it is a reflection in kind.

Rainbow Songs ...

73623.2507@compuserve.com (Peter Gibbs) wrote:

We are opening, We are opening
We are opening, We are opening
We are opening up in sweet surrender
To the luminous love light of the One.
We are opening up in sweet surrender
To the luminous love light of the One.
(Repeat)

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Air I am,
Fire I am,
Water, Earth and Spirit I am

(Repeat and/or blend with:)

Air inspires us,
Fire protects us,
Water cleanses,
Earth heals us

(Repeat and/or blend with:)

Earth my Body,
Air my Breath,
Water my Blood, and
Fire my Spirit

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Solid as a rock, safe within the harbor
Ancient as a stone, strong as the sea.
Solid as a rock, deep within the Mother
Water flow around me.

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Freedom is the fire gonna break our chains,
Gonna stop the fire of destruction.
Healing is the fire flowing through our veins,
Gonna rise with the fire of * Freedom!

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How's that for starters?!

Peace and harmony,

~ ~ ~ Rain-
~:-) in-the-
~ ~ ~ Face

Voices

u2f16@cc.keele.ac.uk (F Janin) wrote:

Shouting at the wind.

A walk upon the shore,
Amidst high winter's voices,
The crash and boom of eternal waves,
The rush and draw, sigh and gasp,
Before the turbulent verdigris deeps,
Launch forth assaults with mighty roars,
Splendid dragons capering advance,
White breath stopping just short of our toes,
Upon the verge of their domain,
While whirling buffets of intangible power,
Entice and hurl our minds and forms,
Amongst spaces and soft walls of sound,
To trip and stumble in shifting sands,
That tremble in fractured stability,

And there my daughter child,
Immmersed in the wonder, almost hovering,
Where dragons dissolve in the land,
Floating translucent to the furies,
Transcending her mortality,
Incipient flight of an albatross,
Born to ride the storm,
So too, here my son, in joyous fury,
Form enfolded, to my own raging heart,
Finds his voice, dragonheart cry,
To meet those of deeps and heavens,
In eternal tournament defy,
Yet should I release him,
From this anchoring grasp,
Not yet, not yet,... young warrior bright

Sapphire, Felstar Janin.

Powers and Magic

My friend from Asia has powers and magic, he
plucks a blue leaf from the young blue-gum
And gazing upon it, gathering and quieting
The God in his mind, creates an ocean more real
than the ocean, the salt, the actual
Apalling presence, the power of the waters.
He believes that nothing is real except as we make it.
I humbler have found in my blood
Bred west of Caucasus a harder mysticism.
Multitude stands in my mind but I think that the
ocean in the bone vault is only
The bone vault's ocean: out there is the ocean's;
The water is the water, the cliff is the rock, come
shocks and flashes of reality. The mind
Passes, the eye closes, the spirit is a passage;
The beauty of things was born before eyes and
sufficient to itself, the heart-breaking beauty
Will remain when there is no heart to break for it.

~~~Robinson Jeffers

Elders

we have been here so short a time
and we pretend that we have invented memory

we have forgotten what it is like to be you
who do not remember us

we remember imagining that what survived us
would be like us

and would remember the world as it appears to us
but it will be your eyes that will fill with light

we kill you again and again
and we turn into you

eating the forests
eating the earth and the water

and dying of them
departing from ourselves

leaving you the morning
in its antiquity

~~~ W. S. Merwin

Becoming

When an autonomous
egoless awareness
transforms across
the initial
experientially
impervious
reciprocal boundary
into holonomic
inner space,
the imperturbable
egoless equanimity
of unconditional
Pure Consciousness,
uncreated
absolute
Pure Being,
remains undisturbed.
Free of ideation,
free of all
holonomic imagery,
the egoless monad
yet perceives
only egoless ONEness,
and the mathematical
reciprocal of one
is one.
If an egoless monad
participates
in conditional
relativity
by generating
or acknowledging
a second awareness,
the conjoined pair
becomes
the germinal nucleus
of an autonomous
distributed
nonlocal
holonomic Mind.

- Alan Williams

When you have a quiet moment, seek egolessness and remember that the human body and nervous system are merely the organic user interfaces that interpret holonomic materiality for a unique transcendental entity that emerges reciprocally within the unconditioned vital energy of uncreated absolute Pure Being.

Subject: Verse 5: Becoming
Date: Fri, 11 Oct 1996 14:16:12 -0700
From: Hermital
Reply-To: hermital@livingston.net
Organization: Consciousness/Holographic Paradigm
Newsgroups: alt.insight, sci.philosophy.meta, sci.cognitive, sci.misc, alt.zen+budo, alt.sci.physics.new-theories, alt.consciousness.mysticism

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Thu, 09 Jan 1997

Mountain

Where
are all the others?
Where are
the sophisticated,
the afflicted,
the demogogues?
As I climb step
by tenacious step
along the tortuous
unmarked path
somewhere
between tree line
and summit,
even entities
near and dear
in earlier,
less trying times
pursue human ends
by human means.
In the transparent
rarefied atmosphere
above the clouds,
transcendent
mountain ranges
cascading
into the distance,
it is clear
that cohabitation
in human form
is an intensive
learning experience
for those who seek
egolessness,
and that each
emergent entity
must travel his
or her own path.
Happily,
all paths converge
at every summit.

- Alan Williams

E-Mail: hermital@livingston.net

WWW: Physics, Metaphysics and the Holographic Paradigm

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Mountain Man's UseNet Archive Random Poetry in Cyberspace collected from UseNet in 1996
Web Publication by Mountain Man Graphics, Australia in the Southern Autumn of 1996