2009.07.29 07:00 - The Road Where Nothing Lives

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
--BELL--

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.
--BELL--
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...

--BELL--
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: :)
--BELL--

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.