Guest guest Posted January 9, 2004 Report Share Posted January 9, 2004 Hi everyone, I think the main thing to keep in mind is how wonderful it is to have met Amma. Happy am I to be Her devotee, happy to be in Her holy presence at all times, happy to talk about Her, happy just to love Her from a distance, happy to give Her my life, happy to long for Her every moment of my existence, and yes, happy to laugh, joke and even whine about Her occasionally. As a song says, I wouldn't have missed it for the world! I am ever grateful to Her for all Her work on this blockhead! Here's a poem that makes me smile. I hope it will you, too. TIRED OF SPEAKING SWEETLY Love wants to reach out and manhandle us, Break all our teacup talk of God. If you had the courage and Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights, He would just drag you around the room By your hair, Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world That bring you no joy. Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly And wants to rip to shreds All your erroneous notions of truth That make you fight within yourself, dear one, And with others, Causing the world to weep On too many fine days. God wants to manhandle us, Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself And practice His dropkick. The Beloved sometimes wants To do us a great favor: Hold us upside down And shake all the nonsense out. But when we hear He is in such a “playful drunken mood” Most everyone I know Quickly packs their bags and hightails it Out of town. (“The Gift” – versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky) Jyotsna Jyotsna Hotjobs: Enter the "Signing Bonus" Sweepstakes http://hotjobs.sweepstakes./signingbonus Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 10, 2004 Report Share Posted January 10, 2004 - "E. Lamb" <jyotsna2 <Ammachi> Saturday, January 10, 2004 2:05 AM The Main Thing Namaste! Jyotsna, you have actually made me laugh on a day I needed nothing more - thank you eternally for the poem!At the risk of too many details, let me tell you how the day has gone so far: My husband, Ron, has a heart problem that we know will be terminal and his health is slipping more rapidly than I can cope with. He has been unable to sleep for several days and had become ill with some unpleasant symptoms-all of which he told me last night he thought was related to dehydrating. I dreamed during the night that I literally started yelling at him that the stress was too much - if all of this was due to dehyrdation, DRINK!!!!! To help, Ron's mother is lobbying to buy our land so she can have our barn when he dies- no concern about THAT part of her ugly equation, just who get the goodies. My munchkins failed to distinguish between their, there, they're for the sixth time on a test Thursday - despite knowing which is which if I present all 3 at the same time; for some reason, they can't retain this if asked to chose, from a sentence presented orally, which is the correct word for the context! I woke up this morning with a migraine aura and an email that a dear cousin had died - and I burned the bacon for our breakfast to absolute cinders. I had just put your email on the screen when Ron called me over to have hot cocoa with him, so had not yet read the poem when I spent our entire breakfast telling him that all of the things I read say that we need to develop evenness of mind and that I currently had NO evenness of mind about anything and seemed to be running backwards with rocket packs attached. After finishing breakfast and a tirade that is out of keeping with my natural tendencies, I read your poem and literally giggled out loud. Talk about appropriate! Delighted, Snehalata > Hi everyone, > > I think the main thing to keep in mind is how > wonderful it is to have met Amma. Happy am I > to be Her devotee, happy to be in Her holy > presence at all times, happy to talk about Her, > happy just to love Her from a distance, happy > to give Her my life, happy to long for Her every > moment of my existence, and yes, happy to laugh, > joke and even whine about Her occasionally. > As a song says, I wouldn't have missed it for the > world! I am ever grateful to Her for all Her > work on this blockhead! > > Here's a poem that makes me smile. I hope it > will you, too. > > TIRED OF SPEAKING SWEETLY > > Love wants to reach out and manhandle us, > Break all our teacup talk of God. > > If you had the courage and > Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights, > He would just drag you around the room > By your hair, > Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world > That bring you no joy. > > Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly > And wants to rip to shreds > All your erroneous notions of truth > > That make you fight within yourself, dear one, > And with others, > > Causing the world to weep > On too many fine days. > > God wants to manhandle us, > Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself > And practice His dropkick. > > The Beloved sometimes wants > To do us a great favor: > > Hold us upside down > And shake all the nonsense out. > > But when we hear > He is in such a "playful drunken mood" > Most everyone I know > Quickly packs their bags and hightails it > Out of town. > > > ("The Gift" - versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky) > > > Jyotsna > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Jyotsna > > > > > Hotjobs: Enter the "Signing Bonus" Sweepstakes > http://hotjobs.sweepstakes./signingbonus > > Aum Amriteswarayai Namaha! > > > Links > > > Ammachi/ > > > Ammachi > > Your > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 10, 2004 Report Share Posted January 10, 2004 Dear Snehalata, I am so sorry to hear about what's going on with your husband. I will keep you both in my prayers, and I wish you peace... Love, Iswari Ammachi, "Dixie Thacker" <dixielou@s...> wrote: > My husband, Ron, has a heart problem that we know will be terminal and his > health is slipping more rapidly than I can cope with. He has been unable to > sleep for several days and had become ill with some unpleasant symptoms-all > of which he told me last night he thought was related to dehydrating. I > dreamed during the night that I literally started yelling at him that the > stress was too much - if all of this was due to dehyrdation, DRINK!!!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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