2009.07.29 07:00 - The Road Where Nothing Lives

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    The Guardian for this meeting was Eliza Madrigal. The comments are by Eliza Madrigal.

    Eliza Madrigal: A little tune floats up this morning "alone again, naturally..." though really, I'm only fifteen minutes into the session...
    Eliza Madrigal: A nice little poem came in from Buddha Center this morning:
    Eliza Madrigal: Drink your tea slowly and reverently, 

                          as if it is the axis on which the world earth revolves -

                          slowly, evenly,

                          without rushing toward the future;

                          Live the actual moment.

                          Only this moment is life. - Thich Nhat Hahn

    Eliza Madrigal reaches for the Rumi book...

    I read/hear "What's a Rumi book?"

    Eliza Madrigal looks around
    Eliza Madrigal: Hi Mary! Where are you ?:)
    Mary Korpov: Behind you near the wisteria
    Eliza Madrigal: I'm entertaining myself a little this morning :)
    Eliza Madrigal: Have a seat?
    Mary Korpov: What are you doing?
    Eliza Madrigal smiles
    Eliza Madrigal: This is a pavilliion for a group called "Play as Being"
    Mary Korpov: Yes I came here last night
    Eliza Madrigal: Every 6 hours, someone is here, usually several of us :)
    Eliza Madrigal: Oh! :)
    Eliza Madrigal: This my timeslot, and since the morning slots are often slow I was digging out poetry and such. It is nice to have company though :)
    Mary Korpov: What kind of poetry?
    Eliza Madrigal: Ah, well the book I reached for is Sufi...very fire-y
    Mary Korpov: oh
    Eliza Madrigal: Before I had read a poem from Thich Nhat Hahn which came in notices today

    Here begins my grasping :)

    Eliza Madrigal: Do you like poetry?
    Mary Korpov: no
    Eliza Madrigal: :)
    Eliza Madrigal: We can talk about anything you like!
    Eliza Madrigal: Was last night's discussion interesting?
    Mary Korpov: I guess, not sure
    Eliza Madrigal: Hm, what was the topic?
    Mary Korpov: Being
    Eliza Madrigal: Nice topic
    Mary Korpov: It was long, so it would be better to read it when they post it, as I understand is what is done
    Eliza Madrigal: Yes, I probably will do so. I wondered what your thoughts on it were though
    Mary Korpov: It just is
    Eliza Madrigal: Hm
    Mary Korpov: I try not to think
    Eliza Madrigal: What are your interests generally?
    Mary Korpov: being
    Eliza Madrigal smiles
    Mary Korpov: You ask a lot of questions
    Eliza Madrigal: There are times when someone says "being" and it comes with a kind of silence
    Eliza Madrigal: :) Yes, I do. I am interested in people ... what brings me to SL for these kinds of discussions
    Mary Korpov: Was that one of those times?
    Eliza Madrigal: yes, a few seconds ago, when I smiled
    Eliza Madrigal: This 'being' the first time we've met, and your being here last night, I was also curious to know if you had questions or ideas.
    Mary Korpov: I'm pretty stupid, so I don't have much in the way of ideas
    Eliza Madrigal: Well, you are welcome to sit with me a while. Sorry if you were put off by my questions.
    Mary Korpov: I'm not put off by anything. It was just a comment--a representation of fact. Nothing more.
    Mary Korpov: But a question for you; why should I sit?
    Mary Korpov: Or better, why should my avatar sit?
    Eliza Madrigal: Or stand. As you like :)
    Mary Korpov: Well, I am sitting in front of a computer. The thing on the screen is just a bunch of pixels, so it doesn't matter if it is comfortable or not, sitting or standing.
    Eliza Madrigal: Sure
    Mary Korpov: That's its beauty--it just is.
    Mary Korpov: It has no mind, only nothingness.
    Eliza Madrigal: :)
    Eliza Madrigal: Would you care to say more about 'nothingness'?
    Mary Korpov: no
    Mary Korpov: There is nothing to be said
    Eliza Madrigal giggles. Okay.

    Into every life some rain must fall...

    Eliza Madrigal notices the rain falling outside my RL window and is happy for all that takes place in the 'nothingness'
    Mary Korpov: rain just is, neither makes me happy nor sad, just is
    Eliza Madrigal: true, the rain isn't doing anything to make emotion
    Mary Korpov: bye
    Eliza Madrigal: Bye

    I continue to play...

    Eliza Madrigal micheviously opens Rumi again and reads:

    Eliza Madrigal: "Someone who does not run
    Eliza Madrigal: toward the allure of love
    Eliza Madrigal: walks a road where nothing
    Eliza Madrigal: lives. But this dove here
    Eliza Madrigal: senses the love hawk floating
    Eliza Madrigal: above, and waits, and will not
    Eliza Madrigal: be driven or scared to safety.
    Eliza Madrigal: "
    Eliza Madrigal: !
    Eliza Madrigal: :)

    Eliza Madrigal: Okay, one more since you insist. Then, I really must go. :)

    Eliza Madrigal: ~Roses Underfoot~
    Eliza Madrigal:

    The sound of salaams rising as
    waves diminish down in prayer,

    hoping for some trace of the one
    whose trace does not appear. If

    anyone asks you to say who you
    are, say without hesitation,

    soul within soul within soul.
    There is a pearl diver who does

    not know how to swim! No matter.
    Pearls are handed to him on the

    beach. We lovers laugh to hear,
    "This should be more that and
    that more this," coming from

    people sitting in a wagon tilted
    in a ditch. Going in search of
    the heart, I found a huge rose

     under my feet, and roses under
    all our feet! How to say this
    to someone who denies it? The

    robe we wear is the sky's cloth.

    Everything is soul and flowering. 

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