Tribe.net. Local Connections sacred http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf/thread/67758ebc-a0ce-45e9-8a8e-2939837c2594 2008-03-15T10:26:50Z 2008-02-24T04:38:26Z

<div>I wonder why anyone would abandon 'the art of abandonment' - it is so fresh and alive, years later, compared to the dead chat so often filling the small spaces between catchy sexy ads. <br/> <br/>I am working on abandoning hope. Hope keeps me in a state of expectation and disappointment. Oh, to live in each moment without excitation, fear, or delusion! Or is that another delusion..abandoning hope? <br/> <br/>hope (oops!) to hear response.</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf">the art of abandonment</a> - 1 reply </div>

sacred 2008-02-24T04:38:26Z bambu http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf/thread/1fdb27fc-cd75-4c05-b0d1-fb17ad023762 2008-02-24T04:27:47Z 2006-02-26T14:25:04Z

<div>'Lies About Love' <br/> <br/>We are all liars, because <br/>The truth of yesterday <br/>becomes a lie tomorrow, <br/>Whereas letters are fixed, <br/>and we live by the letter of truth. <br/>The love I feel for my friend, this year, <br/>is different from the love I felt last year. <br/>If it were not so, it would be a lie. <br/>Yet we reiterate love! love! love! <br/>as if it were a coin with fixed value <br/>instead of a flower that dies, and opens a different bud. <br/> <br/>D. H. Lawrence <br/> </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf">the art of abandonment</a> - 1 reply </div>

bambu 2006-02-26T14:25:04Z bambu http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf/thread/40e35a35-4991-45e2-9ec1-1487821f7e26 2006-10-16T14:29:14Z 2006-10-16T14:29:14Z

<div>y? <br/> <br/>this is y? <br/> <br/>{x} <br/> <br/>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtzdxseO-gs <br/> <br/>enjoy!</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf">the art of abandonment</a> - 0 replies </div>

bambu 2006-10-16T14:29:14Z bambu http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf/thread/51bab884-1a3b-4fa6-85d3-4ebc5f9561a1 2006-08-06T03:21:19Z 2006-07-27T06:50:49Z

<div>i crushed you in my hand <br/>your heart alive and free <br/>exploded into stars <br/> <br/>i crushed you in my eyes <br/>your form spun and twirlled <br/>freedom from gravity <br/> <br/>i crushed youn my heart <br/>your breath deep and intense <br/>found home within its self <br/> <br/>i crushed you in my love <br/>your eyes blazed fire <br/>burning my fear <br/> <br/>i crushed you in my passion <br/>my dreams disappeared <br/>and i found myself in you. <br/> <br/> <br/></div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf">the art of abandonment</a> - 1 reply </div>

bambu 2006-07-27T06:50:49Z ovichrist http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf/thread/f386f5ad-3898-40eb-bcf6-d6142b1141a0 2006-04-05T20:09:06Z 2006-04-05T20:09:06Z

<div>For those of you interested in spiritual portraits, I've done some, and you can see them in the 7th Mystery School Tribe. I'd like to see your comments on those drawings.</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf">the art of abandonment</a> - 0 replies </div>

ovichrist 2006-04-05T20:09:06Z bambu http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf/thread/a085df4b-5bd6-4a36-93c8-14ece652baca 2006-03-13T07:08:22Z 2006-03-13T07:08:22Z

<div>Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go. <br/> <br/>--T. S. Eliot </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf">the art of abandonment</a> - 0 replies </div>

bambu 2006-03-13T07:08:22Z bambu http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf/thread/67166a61-26f8-4e47-85b0-f77fbf57b995 2005-12-07T08:07:06Z 2005-12-07T08:07:06Z

<div>"Seek not; otherwise you will miss. <br/>Seek not and find! Don't seek and find." <br/> <br/>Lao tzu <br/> <br/> <br/></div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf">the art of abandonment</a> - 0 replies </div>

bambu 2005-12-07T08:07:06Z sweetanomaly http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf/thread/dc795135-ffde-49a3-b06b-d2bbb4c20e69 2005-12-03T08:11:11Z 2005-11-26T07:18:49Z

<div>a moment ago <br/>i was not aware <br/>of her existence <br/>she led me blindfolded to the place where souls meet <br/>and revealed <br/>this glorious form <br/>now i can never forget <br/>and the heart dances relentlessly <br/>much to the chagrin of my tired body <br/>aching for rest from this madness <br/>the balance i had found in my seemingly unpenetrable indifference <br/>was much more precarious than previously assumed <br/>abandon thyself! <br/>my heart sings <br/>this is why i exist! <br/>a chill sweeps through <br/>and so i know it as truth <br/>i have no hope in attempting to dam this flooding <br/>the levee has been shattered <br/>and now the children race toy boats through the streets <br/>i must let go this yearning <br/>so as not to appear too eager <br/>it is still a form of play after all <br/>love games <br/>i read cards to try and predict the outcome <br/>they tease me with promises <br/>and laugh at my bias <br/>you fool <br/>there is know way to know <br/>the way of the heart <br/>is <br/>and always will be <br/>a mystery <br/> <br/>give thanks <br/> <br/>dee </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf">the art of abandonment</a> - 1 reply </div>

sweetanomaly 2005-11-26T07:18:49Z bambu http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf/thread/f1ccc384-abae-4071-bc13-717ed91a8203 2005-11-25T09:16:41Z 2005-11-25T09:16:41Z

<div> <br/>i have fallen deep into your heart, <br/>there is no point wondering, <br/>why or how it came to be, <br/>nothing lies between us, <br/>we are one. <br/> <br/>your light has claimed me, <br/>great wings shield my wounds, <br/>i dissapear in you, <br/>my head on your heart, <br/>we are one. <br/> <br/>ours eyes are truth, <br/>stars locked in simple stories, <br/>i am lost in you, <br/>i can not turn back, <br/>we are one. <br/> <br/>j. <br/></div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf">the art of abandonment</a> - 0 replies </div>

bambu 2005-11-25T09:16:41Z DESIRÉE http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf/thread/101f8541-b235-4674-af2e-1e02172f5462 2005-11-08T09:57:57Z 2005-11-08T09:57:57Z

<div>people are often unreasonable, <br/> ilogical and self centered <br/> forgive them anyway. <br/> <br/>if you are kind, people may accuse you <br/> of selfish ulterior motives; <br/> be kind anyways. <br/> <br/>if you are successfull, you will win some <br/> false friends and some true enemies; <br/> succeed anyway. <br/> <br/>if you are honest and frank, <br/> people may cheat you; <br/>be honest and frank anyway. <br/> <br/>what you spend years building, <br/>someone may destroy over night; <br/> build anyway. <br/> <br/>if you find serenity and happiness, <br/> they may be jelous; <br/> be happy anyway. <br/> <br/> the good you do today, <br/>people will often forget tomorrow; <br/> do good anyway. <br/> <br/>give the world the best you have, <br/> and it may never be enough; <br/>give the world the best you've got anyway. <br/> <br/> <br/> a version of <br/> the paradoxical commandments <br/> writen by kent m keith</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf">the art of abandonment</a> - 0 replies </div>

DESIRÉE 2005-11-08T09:57:57Z DESIRÉE http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf/thread/49d99441-ebab-4f56-ba5c-5d8a7e79b3fe 2005-11-08T09:01:51Z 2005-11-08T09:01:51Z

<div>early on a summer day. front steps of the vancouver art gallery. among the suits, studs, skids, hipsters and kids stands a monk of oriental persuasion clad in a deep red linen and sandals, bald, holding nothing but a small brass bowl. some little puffy clouds slide, like marshmallow slugs, across the sky. he stands motionless with his left hand covering the bowl and a calm, neutral expression. <br/> <br/>a four year old girl named Ariel walks by. she likes him and wonders what's in the bowl, but her mother is pulling her along... he is very beautiful; tall, pronounced features, the body of a dancer. a dancer named Mary sits and stares at his profile, wonders how he earned such a body, whether or not he is celibate, what he looks like with out his robe on. <br/>more people gather on the steps as it nears lunch and his stillness gains momentum. <br/>volume and density swell, framing his stillness, making it almost supernatural. more than one person thinks he is a statue, perfaps a gallery exhibit. a photographer knocks off several shots, pleased. others react as well, but his inward concentration is so intense no-one approaches him. a lot of people think to themselves 'how long has he been doing that?' but they move on. time passes. boomboxes. ice cream. hacki-sac. somebody getting chased down by a security guard. a seagull. <br/> <br/>an old lady on the opposite sidewalk watches her feet as she steps, ever so slowly, heel to toe, heel to toe, heel to toe... so slowly people think she's much older than she is. ever so slowly, heel to toe. her movement is deliberate, constant, relaxed. the monks' eyes betray a smile. at some moment when no-one was looking he entered animate reality. his hand is no longer covering the empty bowl, which he holds out befor him. he is present now, making eye contact with those willing, inviting them. a business man walks by and attempts to put money in the bowl. the monk retracts and covers he bowl with his free hand,then, with an exaggerated gesture of delicate admiration, he looks in the bowl and offers it's contents to the business man. the man shakes his head and walks away perplexed. the old lady across the street doesn't laugh out loud. <br/> <br/> <br/>by following truth, <br/>many earthly accomplishment are in accord with tao. <br/>to have tao as the unity of all actions, <br/>all motivations must begin and end in emptiness. <br/> <br/>-clearwater- <br/></div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf">the art of abandonment</a> - 0 replies </div>

DESIRÉE 2005-11-08T09:01:51Z bambu http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf/thread/42ec6ccd-5f24-4a86-babf-160f8161aaab 2005-11-06T08:45:22Z 2005-11-06T08:45:22Z

<div>The thieves of hearts never stumble <br/>nimble fingered <br/>throat slitting <br/>ancient and dark <br/>time distillers <br/>silent in stealth <br/>evening black <br/>footless floating and falling <br/>blended <br/>bended <br/>winds gazing inwards <br/>grazed by blades <br/>attracted <br/>cheeks flushed <br/>burned silence <br/>blood touched <br/>smoked <br/>the cracked eye appeared <br/>dark <br/>wonderful <br/>embraced and trembling <br/>thundering <br/>you drew nearer! <br/>touched <br/>lips <br/>red <br/>dissappear <br/>no time <br/>souls exploded <br/>hearts crumbled <br/>closer! <br/>hands contracted <br/>fists rose <br/>dreams collided <br/>deep <br/>fragrant <br/>darkness <br/>run! run! <br/>echo <br/>hide! hide! <br/>reflect <br/>swift steps through fragile worlds <br/>surrender! <br/>crashing slashed and torn <br/>wounded and alive <br/>breaths deep and eternal <br/>forever <br/>we are changed! <br/>forgotten <br/>the thieves of hearts never stumble. <br/> <br/>love</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf">the art of abandonment</a> - 0 replies </div>

bambu 2005-11-06T08:45:22Z bambu http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf/thread/a34146a7-6fb1-475e-91d9-59bac22c91db 2005-10-25T07:53:50Z 2005-10-17T07:14:27Z

<div>Installation art! Ever wake up in the morning and just really needed a good dose? Whose got those great pics to post of that oh so stellar installation work. <br/> <br/>abandon. life without a net <br/> <br/>j.</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf">the art of abandonment</a> - 4 replies </div>

bambu 2005-10-17T07:14:27Z tru http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf/thread/7b1b1af4-4ee8-4d51-a7ea-aa4a7c1569f0 2005-10-17T06:24:00Z 2005-10-11T19:45:37Z

<div>there is only the choice to live. to follow a path with heart. to risk looking like a fool for love. to open wider and feel more, despite all growing pains. to rise, by the strength of our own will, above the plains of social conditioning, and strive for the mountain top. <br/> <br/>never fear the valleys and plateaus; diversity is mystery; push on thru. <br/> <br/> <br/>tru</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf">the art of abandonment</a> - 1 reply </div>

tru 2005-10-11T19:45:37Z sweetanomaly http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf/thread/81f3a19d-0778-431d-ae7c-91fbd669ab4d 2005-09-27T07:48:02Z 2005-09-25T20:41:38Z

<div>the heart swings down from its precarious perch <br/>called from the heights by the memory of a feeling <br/>memory of a memory <br/>notes in memoires <br/>scribbled editions of dreams <br/>studying these artifacts <br/>our friend heart is made heavy with grief <br/>light with joy <br/>reckless with anger <br/>peaceful with resolution <br/>a few steps down each path before... <br/>resounding laughter <br/>and the sound of torn pages <br/>a strong wind comes to scatter these seeds <br/>well watered by tears <br/>and warmed by love <br/>the soft yet certain footsteps of a beautiful fool <br/>echo off in the distance <br/>...</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf">the art of abandonment</a> - 1 reply </div>

sweetanomaly 2005-09-25T20:41:38Z bambu http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf/thread/0c560670-5685-4bd7-ba74-0a53c8861f06 2005-09-10T00:14:51Z 2005-09-10T00:14:51Z

<div> <br/>"A human being is part of a whole, called by us the 'Universe', <br/> A part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts <br/>And feelings, as something separated from the rest- a kind of an optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty" <br/> <br/>-Albert Einstein</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf">the art of abandonment</a> - 0 replies </div>

bambu 2005-09-10T00:14:51Z bambu http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf/thread/212e1177-abd7-4a50-b949-f0bd1f1c6649 2005-09-06T03:53:07Z 2005-09-06T03:53:07Z

<div>I just saw this film. Great human drama{comedy} check it out! <br/> <br/>A wayward daughter invites her dying mother and the rest of her estranged family to her apartment for Thanksgiving dinner. <br/> <br/>directed by Peter Hedges{What's Eating Gilbert Grape} <br/> <br/> </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf">the art of abandonment</a> - 0 replies </div>

bambu 2005-09-06T03:53:07Z missmaiapapaya http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf/thread/c17e3131-a394-45ab-80b7-8048389d33ae 2005-09-05T00:05:00Z 2005-09-05T00:05:00Z

<div>After a while you learn the subtle difference between <br/>holding a hand and chaining a soul, <br/> <br/>and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and <br/>company doesn't mean security, <br/> <br/>and you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts <br/>and presents aren't promises. <br/> <br/>And you begin accept your defeats with you head <br/>up and your eyes open with the grace of an adult <br/>not the grief of a child. <br/> <br/>And you learn to build all your roads on today <br/>because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans. <br/> <br/>After a while you learn that even sunshine burns <br/>if you get too much. <br/> <br/>So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul <br/>instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. <br/> <br/>by veronica shoffstall <br/> <br/> <br/>*thanx dez for reminding me about the beauty of this one*</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf">the art of abandonment</a> - 0 replies </div>

missmaiapapaya 2005-09-05T00:05:00Z bambu http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf/thread/70e99122-2dea-40f0-acca-3aa3422226fb 2005-09-04T23:12:08Z 2005-09-04T23:12:08Z

<div> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/>adj : determined by chance or impulse or whim rather than by necessity or reason; "a capricious refusal"; "authoritarian rulers are frequently capricious"; "the victim of whimsical persecutions" [syn: capricious, impulsive] <br/> <br/></div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf">the art of abandonment</a> - 0 replies </div>

bambu 2005-09-04T23:12:08Z bambu http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf/thread/dd395eba-0786-4d0b-9695-c72052a60e2b 2005-09-03T04:09:35Z 2005-09-03T04:09:35Z

<div> <br/>Charcoal wings flicker, <br/>great bamboos bend <br/>in the breeze, <br/>four more steps to home. <br/> <br/>j.</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf">the art of abandonment</a> - 0 replies </div>

bambu 2005-09-03T04:09:35Z bambu http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf/thread/777b0086-8b14-4443-84dd-22dcaf4d6c3b 2005-09-03T04:04:02Z 2005-09-03T04:04:02Z

<div> <br/>Do not go gentle into that good night, <br/>Old age should burn and rave at close of day; <br/>Rage, rage against the dying of the light. <br/> <br/>Though wise men at their end know dark is right, <br/>Because their words had forked no lightning they <br/>Do not go gentle into that good night. <br/> <br/>Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright <br/>Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, <br/>Rage, rage against the dying of the light. <br/> <br/>Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, <br/>And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, <br/>Do not go gentle into that good night. <br/> <br/>Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight <br/>Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, <br/>Rage, rage against the dying of the light. <br/> <br/>And you, my father, there on the sad height, <br/>Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. <br/>Do not go gentle into that good night. <br/>Rage, rage against the dying of the light. <br/> <br/>Dylan Thomas <br/> <br/></div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf">the art of abandonment</a> - 0 replies </div>

bambu 2005-09-03T04:04:02Z bambu http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf/thread/afe5a4da-3ddc-4b8a-9690-91c5e69cd9ff 2005-09-02T18:10:41Z 2005-09-02T18:10:41Z

<div> <br/>This is a gathering of Lovers. <br/>In this gathering <br/>there is no high, no low, <br/>no smart, no ignorant, <br/>no special assembly, <br/>no grand discourse, <br/>no proper schooling required. <br/>There is no master, <br/>no disciple. <br/>This gathering is more like a drunken party, <br/>full of tricksters, fools, <br/>mad men and mad women. <br/>This is a gathering of Lovers <br/> <br/>rumi.</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/129e26c0-132d-4439-8ec5-5f4632d2d6bf">the art of abandonment</a> - 0 replies </div>

bambu 2005-09-02T18:10:41Z