2010.07.21 19:00 - Refuge

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    I see the lamp, the face, the eye,
    an altar where the soul bows, a

    gladness and refuge. My loving says
    "Here. I can leave my personality

    here." My reason agrees! "How can
    I object when a rose makes the bent

    backs stand up like cypresses?" Such
    surrender changes everything. Turks

    understand Armenian! Body abandons
    bodiness. Soul goes to the center.

    Rubies appear in the begging bowl.
    But don't brag when this happens.

    Be secluded and silent. Stay in
    the delight, and be brought the

    cup that will come. No artfulness.
    Practice quiet and this new joy.



     (Eliza, posting a blank session)

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