Safety belt

10-19-1999, 10:25 AM

I have still been waiting for a name to come by itself, for this "new"
safety belt. It does not come. Strangely enough, the world has reversed
itself, the safety belt is not needed to swim in the sea. The safety
belt is the Ocean that refuses no river that flow from the land, alone
together eternally, ever so lonely by Sheila Chandra, boy what a voice
she has.

Thank you Janpa for coming up again with the still point, one that came
as a name but i hesitated to give as a name, who knows why, last night.
Harsha sure does know where to find those beautiful words. And your
words rings this clear ionized coolness we only find on the top of the
mountains that surrounds Tibet.

Here is another one:

Echo of the Cedars

High above what the wind sang, the cedars echoed,
what shone on the snow peaks,
what spilled over the evening sky,
Who received this?
the one who extended his hands in prayer?
No.
It just descended into my offered heart,
It poured into my welcome tears.
It came unknown, unrecognised.

By means of all these and me
It brought itself to itself,
it entered itself
Alone where it is resplendent,
eyes are helplessly lowered,
Not only voice,
even the resonance of silence ceases there.

>From Sandeep

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Janpa Tsomo wrote:
>
> From: "Janpa Tsomo"
>
> > at the still point, there the dance is,
> > But neither arrest nor movement.
> > And do not call it fixity,
> > Where past and future are gathered.
> > Neither movement from
> > nor towards,
> > Neither ascent nor decline.
> > Except for the point,
> > the still point,
> > There would be no dance,
> > and there is only the
> > dance.
> >
> > T. S. Eliot
> > >>
>
> ahh, the stillpoint! is cool!