Message In A Bottle

Blade · 06-18-2010, 03:58 PM

Think before you let words roll off of your tongue. Do you really mean that? Once the words are said they can never be taken back. Words hurt far worse than most any action and leave scars that last forever.

Kätzchen · 06-29-2010, 11:12 PM

Beach Glass
by Amy Clampitt <~ link

While you walk the water's edge,
turning over concepts
I can't envision, the honking buoy
serves notice that at any time
the wind may change,
the reef-bell clattersits treble monotone, deaf as Cassandra
to any note but warning. The ocean,
cumbered by no business more urgent
than keeping open old accounts
that never balanced,
goes on shuffling its millenniums
of quartz, granite, and basalt.

It behaves,
toward the permutations of novelty--
driftwood and shipwreck, last night's
beer cans, spilt oil, the coughed-up
residue of plastic--with random
impartiality, playing catch or tag
or touch-last like a terrier,
turning the same thing over and over,
over and over. For the ocean, nothing
is beneath consideration.

The houses,
of so many mussels and periwinkles
have been abandoned here, it's hopeless
to know which to salvage. Instead
I keep a lookout for beach glass--
amber of Budweiser, chrysoprase
of Almadén and Gallo, lapis
by way of (no getting around it,
I'm afraid) Phillips'
Milk of Magnesia, with now and then a rare
translucent turquoise or blurred amethyst
of no known origin.

The Process,
goes on forever: they came from sand,
they go back to gravel,
along with treasuries
of Murano, the buttressed
astonishments of Chartres,
which even now are readying
for being turned over and over as gravely
and gradually as an intellect
engaged in the hazardous
redefinition of structures
no one has yet looked at.

Nat · 07-19-2010, 08:14 AM

As you sit, each of you in the light of your own heart, with the capacity for mindfulness and awareness, can each of you be a light unto yourself, where you offer yourself dignity, reverence, care, a sense of worthiness - that you're worthy to be seen, appreciated? *One of the last things the Buddha said before he died was, "be a lamp unto yourselves." Turn your light on, adjust the flame so it's not out of control, so it's a calm, steady burn that lights the room up, lights your heart up as clearly as possible. *And then may all the goodness in your heart have time - will you give yourself the time? - to let the goodness in your heart be expressed in the world around you.

- zencast 166, the moon is always full

WolfyOne · 07-19-2010, 10:22 AM

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Originally Posted by Nat

As you sit, each of you in the light of your own heart, with the capacity for mindfulness and awareness, can each of you be a light unto yourself, where you offer yourself dignity, reverence, care, a sense of worthiness - that you're worthy to be seen, appreciated? *One of the last things the Buddha said before he died was, "be a lamp unto yourselves." Turn your light on, adjust the flame so it's not out of control, so it's a calm, steady burn that lights the room up, lights your heart up as clearly as possible. *And then may all the goodness in your heart have time - will you give yourself the time? - to let the goodness in your heart be expressed in the world around you.

- zencast 166, the moon is always full

Nat, this is a wonderful post. The words are powerful and resonate.

I hope others that stop by this thread take the time to read your post.

Thanks for sharing

Spirit Dancer · 07-19-2010, 10:26 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Nat

As you sit, each of you in the light of your own heart, with the capacity for mindfulness and awareness, can each of you be a light unto yourself, where you offer yourself dignity, reverence, care, a sense of worthiness - that you're worthy to be seen, appreciated? *One of the last things the Buddha said before he died was, "be a lamp unto yourselves." Turn your light on, adjust the flame so it's not out of control, so it's a calm, steady burn that lights the room up, lights your heart up as clearly as possible. *And then may all the goodness in your heart have time - will you give yourself the time? - to let the goodness in your heart be expressed in the world around you.

- zencast 166, the moon is always full

Wolfy is correct, this is beautiful

WolfyOne · 07-19-2010, 10:56 PM

My message for my bottle as I unroll paper to write on

Live to love and love like you were dying
Because you never know if tomorrow will ever come
Today is the only day you really have as yesterday has vanished

07-19-2010, 08:14 AM	#3
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06-18-2010, 03:58 PM	#1
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06-29-2010, 11:12 PM	#2
Kätzchen Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Preferred Pronoun?: She, please. Relationship Status: Attached to my granddaughter and chosen family. Join Date: May 2010 Location: Northwest of Mt Hood ツ Posts: 16,071 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 29,888 Thanked 33,522 Times in 10,648 Posts Rep Power: 21474868	*Beach Glass* by Amy Clampitt <~ link While you walk the water's edge, turning over concepts I can't envision, the honking buoy serves notice that at any time the wind may change, the reef-bell clattersits treble monotone, deaf as Cassandra to any note but warning. The ocean, cumbered by no business more urgent than keeping open old accounts that never balanced, goes on shuffling its millenniums of quartz, granite, and basalt. It behaves, toward the permutations of novelty-- driftwood and shipwreck, last night's beer cans, spilt oil, the coughed-up residue of plastic--with random impartiality, playing catch or tag or touch-last like a terrier, turning the same thing over and over, over and over. For the ocean, nothing is beneath consideration. The houses, of so many mussels and periwinkles have been abandoned here, it's hopeless to know which to salvage. Instead I keep a lookout for beach glass-- amber of Budweiser, chrysoprase of Almadén and Gallo, lapis by way of (no getting around it, I'm afraid) Phillips' Milk of Magnesia, with now and then a rare translucent turquoise or blurred amethyst of no known origin. The Process, goes on forever: they came from sand, they go back to gravel, along with treasuries of Murano, the buttressed astonishments of Chartres, which even now are readying for being turned over and over as gravely and gradually as an intellect engaged in the hazardous redefinition of structures no one has yet looked at.