Guest guest Report post Posted April 21, 2010 EGOECHTEMY The laser beam of finely honed attention Dives inward, with breath and thought retention, Searching for the source of `phantom me'. It cuts through the sheaths and veils we see Of habits, thought forms and selfish will, Formed over many life time's dreams, so ill. The Pear Fisher finds nothing on the floor Of his deep interior ocean bed, no more. Then one splendid day, mind drops into heart, He touches ego, and it falls apart. Boom, boom, it topples, shakes, and then drops down. Identification's been severed at its crown. Open heart surgery has been performed, The errant soul no longer quakes, deformed. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest guest Report post Posted April 21, 2010 On 21/04/2010 08:16, tigersjaws wrote: EGOECHTEMY The laser beam of finely honed attention Dives inward, with breath and thought retention, Searching for the source of `phantom me'. It cuts through the sheaths and veils we see Of habits, thought forms and selfish will, Formed over many life time's dreams, so ill. The Pear Fisher finds nothing on the floor Of his deep interior ocean bed, no more. Then one splendid day, mind drops into heart, He touches ego, and it falls apart. Boom, boom, it topples, shakes, and then drops down. Identification's been severed at its crown. Open heart surgery has been performed, The errant soul no longer quakes, deformed. oh yes... i looked for the seeker within and without. searched for him everywhere. and found no trace of "me"... only echoes of the friend's laughter rippling through empty space. all is s/he! jai jai ramana-ji! _()_ yosy Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
