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The Emptiness Of Maa

 

I do not know the author of my verse,
can find no real creator of my thought -
with muse or angels I do not converse -
some thoughts appear and then return to naught ...

The verse that flows through me, I do not own,
its author is not maa, but Grace alone ...

 

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  • Darkwell
    April 1

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    Profond, comme, tellement profond! concentre profond! j'aime des poetries d'introspection. celui-ci est beau et honnete merci pour le partage maa


  • Miss Faerie Greeters member
    March 28

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    Hoodwinked!

    I think that the words that we pen are our own, with inspiration taken from life and its offerings.

    I'm sorry I am late with the hoodwink, but hope you are glad for more comments!

    Shari


    • maa gold member
      March 28
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      a wonderful point of view ... thank you for sharing vision from your perspective ...

      maa


  • Lady Altheia
    March 19

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    Hoodwinked

    Our talent as pots comes fromthe grace of God and sometimes we can forget to say thank you for ur gifts. It is nice to see you remember.


    • maa gold member
      March 20
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      merci beaucoup, dear lady altheia, for your precious resonance ...

      blessings,
      maa

  • Bruce silver member
    January 10

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    You speak for us all. Where does it come from if it comes? Socrates said we have less insight than anyone into our work and are possessed of a divine madness. Just so. You expressed it beautifully.


  • CarolDesjarlais silver member
    December 26, 2008

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    And truly so....there is a sense of loneliness here...an almost sense of loss of something that connects the poet and The Place ....but know, it is you..it is within you, without, above, below around...sound-surround inspiration!


  • ma belle
    December 4, 2008

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    I was a little afraid to read this when I saw the title.. to think you were empty but what a lovely surprise, my beautiful sister. I adored these lines--one of the most beautiful poems i have read in a long time. And, you will always be my angel. Thank you so much for visiting. Yes, I finally completed Tales Flowers Tell, my darling flower belles. A lot has happened, too. My beautiful Daddy (I'm a daddy's girl) passed away and my 18-year old companion pet, Sherbie (cat) passed on too. Death & shadows have compassed me about but I still manage to see a teeny light flickering, thank God.
    I love you, darling. I don't get on much but you are a true friend I will never forget. Love, Belle xx


  • Pamela A Lamppa silver member
    November 21, 2008

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    To name it anything else would be - pointless.
    Beautiful flowing sound that pleasures the tongue to read aloud. Wonderful. ~Pamela

    • maa gold member
      November 21, 2008

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      hello pamela,
      how kind of you to stop by, my dear friend ...
      I am so happy to see your smile ...
      wishing you a wonderful day ...
      much love,

      marion


  • donnz
    November 16, 2008
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    consice truism

    Sum of all the parts.
    Well said.

  • dx d by me
    October 28, 2008

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    "Grace" is a wonderful author, of many many stories. In fact this piece seems written and filled by the very nature of the author! Lovely, Geo


  • lowercase prelude gold member
    September 27, 2008

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    Wow, this gets you thinking
    It gets the mind moving

    Somewhat abstract, yet it does still have something to it. This was great.


  • nilav
    September 20, 2008

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    it is like that ..i feel poetry HAPPENS..there is always some spiritual presence in your poems to elevate the reader into another field...enjoyed it


  • Providence
    September 20, 2008

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    Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Very nice. Emptiness is never empty. Stillness isn't still. Silence humming with verse.

    Breathtaking!

    Marianne


  • myrataal silver member
    September 20, 2008

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    The Greatest Naught of All ...

    is God ... And within Him, we are filled to overflow to others ...

    You understand spiritual mathematics perfectly, beloved Marion.



    Love
    Myra

    Ps I am home after my working holiday -- now I shall focus on our article.


  • Manoj Sanyal
    September 20, 2008

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    excellent poem... loved reading.
    ...and grace comes from the purity of soul
    though caged by the outer earthy console….


  • tomisb
    September 19, 2008

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    I often say that the poem wtote me, not I the poem. Just another way that shows how linked together we are as life goes. It is hard for many to see how to be and belong as one and the same and not the end of idenity.

    Love this piece it is almost a kohn. Stiking a note that peals through my soul.

    Love, Tom B.


    • maa gold member
      September 20, 2008
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      I love the idea of "the poem wrote me", tom ...
      thank you for your kindness and love,


  • malmadre gold member
    September 19, 2008

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    I am so glad that you are the path that Grace chose. Odd isn't it that once we write something, there are times we look back and wonder, where did that come from?
    This is a beautiful verse!

    • maa gold member
      September 20, 2008
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      thank you, patricia, for your beautiful words and smile ...
      for me, it's even more spooky, since english is not my mothertongue, and when I read some the poems that "flew through me", I realize that there is no way that the limited body-mind-organism called marion could have been able to come up with something like that ! then, the little maa usually feels admiration for the Source that has inspired those words and sometimes lessons ...
      if there's a life-lesson contained in the poems, I can be certain that it's spot on, and exactly what I have to integrate at that moment of my earthly life ! Grace teaching and guiding little maa ...


  • Rovingone gold member
    September 19, 2008

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    That is a very profound revelation. The verse that flows through me, I don not own. It's always that way with me too. I never know where the words come from or the ideas that create them. You are correct, seeing things in a totally humble manner.


    • maa gold member
      September 20, 2008
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      I am happy that you share the same experience, my friend ...
      thank you so much for your kind visit,
      maa


  • MyrddinEmrys silver member
    September 19, 2008

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    The empty vessel...

    ..is readily filled.

    be ever bright and flowing,

    Rahad


    • maa gold member
      September 20, 2008
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      well expressed, my brother ...
      thank you !


  • Pisces rainbow gold member
    September 19, 2008

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    There is no doubt you have grace, it is your openness that allows grace to flow through you and through your words.
    your open heart is the entrance, and hopefully your words inspires others to open their hearts.
    my pleasure to read your precious words.
    GRACEFUL GORGEOUS WRITE
    GOD BLESS MY RAINBOW SISTER

    • maa gold member
      September 20, 2008
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      thank you so much for your ever bright and loving words you so generously place on my pages ...
      much love,
      sister maa


  • Star Shine
    September 19, 2008

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    This is beautiful and flow it does, so softly, sweetly, but with a sound that is so penetrating and pleasing, that all cannot help but stop and listen. I read down through some comments and your analogy of the flute as vessel is so remarkable, makes this even more profound. Does the music change the flute, does the wine change the vessel? I think, I hope, a little, leaving its cosmic mark...how wonderful this verse.


    • maa gold member
      September 19, 2008
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      thank you so much, my shining star !


  • Venugopal gold member
    September 19, 2008

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    so true, who are the authors of Veda. they are handed down from generation to generation, think withot thinker, write without author as yu say grace, profound maa


    • maa gold member
      September 19, 2008
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      thank you, my dear brother venu !


  • Purush
    September 19, 2008

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    excellent

    excellent
    shedding ego will purify the heart mind and soul
    and not owning anything for ourselves,in aesthetic parlance is really thoughtful and wonderful deed and act.
    kudos

    • maa gold member
      September 19, 2008
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      thank you so much, my friend from motherland india ...

      I had a strange dream two nights ago, about being a "fool of god", singing sanskrit mantras and living in an open cage on a hill in india ... male, dressed in a dhoti, ever repeating :

      "chidananda swarupa, shivoham, shivoham
      nityananda swarupa, shivoham, shivoham
      anandoham, anandoham, anandoham, anandoham
      anandoham, anandoham, anandoham, anandoham"

      I tried to get the attention of people in the crowd outside, who ran around with dark and angry faces ... I wanted them to remember that their occupations were futile, and to remind them of their true nature being shiva (pure consciousness) ...
      but nobody looked at me ...

      I also remember ignoring the iron-bars, from "within", they didn't exist for me ...
      when a gang of youngsters came to hit me and one of them pushed me down on the floor, I offered no resistance ... then, I saw their weapons, knives and scissors ...
      I turned my face to the leader of the group and said, gently putting my hand on his shoulder : "my friend, I have to go home now, please give me your blessings."

      suddenly, his mean and dark eyes turned into radiant suns, and his face was full of love ... he touched the crown of my head with both hands, and I felt a warm lightning-like energy liberating my soul from its worldly ties ...

      I realized why I was not defending myself, nor aggressing my adversaries : because, in reality, they were not my enemies, but my masters ...

      when I woke up from this dream, I felt so peaceful ...
      bliss filled me the whole day, and it still continues ...
      moments before this dream, I had a dream-darshan of my spiritual mother amma - I am sure, it provoked this insight of a possible past-life ...

      I hope you didn't mind me sharing this experience ...

      maa


  • Mairi bheag gold member
    September 19, 2008
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  • Ankeeta silver member
    September 19, 2008
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    yep


  • PerVirtuous
    September 19, 2008

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    A stunning concept, to recognize why
    the things that we "know" our knowledge belie.
    There must be much more than we see or do
    like I'm a dream, yet the dreamer's me, too.


    • maa gold member
      September 19, 2008
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      and the "dreaming" as well ...
      a perfect and undivided trinity in unity, isn't it ?


  • Wandika gold member
    September 19, 2008

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    Channeling?

    Yet what I read I think as being yours,
    So true to form and thoughtful of mankind,
    It written from a cheerful heart that soars,
    I hope a peace I too someday will find.

    I know what I have read was penned by maa,
    Who cares if it steps up from the bourgeois.

    • maa gold member
      September 19, 2008
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      no channeling

      how kind of you to stop by and leave a loving verse in response to my musings ... thank you !

      no "channeling" in the common sense, I guess - since there's no "other entity" involved ... rather formless Grace flowing freely ... shaped and translated in maa's particular manner ...

      I love the "bourgeois"-thingie ...


  • Yemassee gold member
    September 19, 2008

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    We are very different people which makes it fun to read and interact, because, while I have to walk a little gingerly (because I can be a little headstrong,) still I learn things and enjoy the experience.

    I know this wasn't probably meant to be sad (says Yem, tiptoeing as gently as his oafish size allows)...and yet I can't help feel that way. "The emptiness of Maa" and yes, you meant (not to put words in your mind...which doesn't exist... ) Oops, I tripped

    Sorry...where was I? Oh yes, while you meant by that title that you were (as Aesthete2000) said, a vessel...I find it sad that either you see that as true...or that it is true. I'd prefer to see myself as a being imbued by the Grace, but not just an empty sack without it...that we are, our bodies, and that greatest immaterial, our mind...is nothing. But I'm sure I've added my own thoughts and not yours, so I will shut up. Folk dislike when I go on like this, so I will stop...now. But it is a thought provoking poem...if thoughts exist.

    • maa gold member
      September 19, 2008
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      god's flute

      well, maybe in this case, I may suggest the image of a hollow flute through which the divine breath of grace flows freely ... it is not filled with anything, otherwise, there would be no music ...

      zen-masters tend to send their disciples out of the dojo in order to "empty their cups" ...

      concerning "existence" - a thing is considered illusionary or non-existant in some oriental spiritual traditions, when it belongs to the realm of impermanence ... only the "self" (buddha-mind, tao, true nature, essence, being ...) is considered permanent, and thus "real" ...


  • Aesthete2000 gold member
    September 19, 2008

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    Ah, sweet maa, the vessel
    that sails the seas of contemplation,
    bringing recognizable love
    in the gift of grace as explanation!

    To read your words is a forever joy.

    M-C



    • maa gold member
      September 19, 2008
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      dearest friend,
      your words are always a balm upon my heart ...
      more than often, I fail to find the right words to express my intuition of the great mystery ...
      it shall be forever incomplete ...
      and that's okay ...


      marion


  • MargaretG
    September 19, 2008

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    Smiles

    Dear one, this is the unique gift of the shape you are in, to create wise and flowing verse about the cosmos.

    • maa gold member
      September 19, 2008
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      smiles in return

      since you have this new avatar, I find your comments even more delightful, because I imagine that it's the little girl in you speaking to me ...
      and I always believe little girls ...

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