antw. the problem is me/: playlist addition

[lorentzen-nicklaus]

schwitty schrieb:

> A Net of Jewels
> Ramesh S. Balsekar
> http://www.advaita.org
>
> September 26
>
> Realizing one's true nature requires no phenomenal efforts.  Enlightenment
> cannot be attained or forced; it can only happen.  So long as there is a
> pseudo-entity considering itself a seeker working toward enlightenment, for
> just so long will enlightenment be prevented from happening.
>
> Personal identity and enlightenment cannot go together.  Indeed, there is
> actually no such thing as either personal identity or enlightenment, and the
> apperception of this fact is itself enlightenment.
>


  °° here comes van morrison singing....



                               IN THE GARDEN 

                           the streets are always
                           wet with rain
                           after a summer shower
                           when i saw you standin'
                           in the garden in the garden
                           wet with rain

                           you wiped the 
                           teardrops from your eye
                           in sorrow
                           as we watch the petals
                           fall down to the ground
                           and as i sat beside you i
                           felt the great sadness that day in
                           the garden

                           and then one day you 
                           came back home 
                           you were a creature all in
                           rapture
                           you had the key to your
                           soul
                           and you did open that
                           day you came back to the
                           garden

                           the old summer 
                           breeze was blowin' on
                           your face
                           the light of god was 
                           shinin' on you
                           countenance divine
                           and you were a violet
                           colour as you
                           sat beside your father
                           and your mother in the
                           garden

                           the summer breeze
                           was blowin' on your face
                           within your violet you
                           treasure your summery
                           words
                           and as the shiver from 
                           my neck down to my
                           spine
                           ignited me in daylight
                           and nature in the garden

                           and you went into a
                           trance
                           your childlike vision
                           become so fine
                           and we heard the bells
                           in the church
                           we loved so much
                           and felt the presence of
                           the youth of 
                           eternal summer in the
                           garden

                           and as it touched your 
                           cheeks so lightly
                           born again you were and
                           blushed and we touched
                           each other lightly
                           and we felt the presence
                           of the christ

                           and i turned to you and
                           i said
                           no guru, no method, no
                           teacher
                           just you and i and nature
                           and the father in the
                           garden

                           no guru, no method, no
                           teacher
                           just you and i and nature
                           and the 
                           father and the son and
                           the holy ghost
                           in the garden, in the
                           garden, wet with rain
                           no guru, no method, no
                           teacher
                           just you and i and nature
                           and the father in the
                           garden







       (may the virgin & her child alway be with you! kai)°