Rexsy
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 Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 2:55 am Post subject: <> Music & Beauty <> |
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"Surrounded by natural beauty of nature, one contemplated deeply into
the nature of thought and its images of world phenomena. Details of
events, images, sounds, feelings, and all things were examined
silently without any movement of the conscious observer, for the
silent mind is extremely subtle of great delicacy in its mysterious
beauty.
The shadow of lights, convoluted with various spectral intensities,
represents the profound architecture of life; its reality in the
illusive dynamic Universe. Gentle breeze could be felt with great
pleasant scent of flowers.
The mind was utterly still, where perception and non-perception could
no longer exist. It was extremely empty. Empty of any causes,
desires,
motives to transform, become...It was absolutely empty. The birds
enjoyed chattering under the morning Sun of a new day."
Rexsy
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Mitch Dickson
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| Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 5:59 pm Post subject: Re: <> Music & Beauty <> |
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"Rexsy" <Tuan.Thanh.Ho@gmail.com> wrote in message
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| Quote: | "Surrounded by natural beauty of nature, one contemplated deeply into
the nature of thought and its images of world phenomena. Details of
events, images, sounds, feelings, and all things were examined
silently without any movement of the conscious observer, for the
silent mind is extremely subtle of great delicacy in its mysterious
beauty.
The shadow of lights, convoluted with various spectral intensities,
represents the profound architecture of life; its reality in the
illusive dynamic Universe. Gentle breeze could be felt with great
pleasant scent of flowers.
The mind was utterly still, where perception and non-perception could
no longer exist. It was extremely empty. Empty of any causes,
desires,
motives to transform, become...It was absolutely empty. The birds
enjoyed chattering under the morning Sun of a new day."
Rexsy
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Yeah Yeah Yeah. Here try this Rexsy:
I hate the moon-
I am afraid of it- for when it shines on certain scenes familiar and loved
it sometimes makes them unfamiliar and hideous.
It was in the spectral summer when the moon shone down on the old garden
where I wandered; the spectral summer of narcotic flowers and humid seas of
foliage that bring wild and many-coloured dreams. And as I walked by the
shallow crystal stream I saw unwonted ripples tipped with yellow light, as
if those placid waters were drawn on in resistless currents to strange
oceans that are not in the world. Silent and sparkling, bright and baleful,
those moon-cursed waters hurried I knew not whither; whilst from the
embowered banks white lotos-blossoms fluttered one by one in the opiate
night-wind and dropped despairingly into the stream, swirling away horribly
under the arched, carven bridge, and staring back with the sinister
resignation of calm, dead faces.
And as I ran along the shore, crushing sleeping flowers with heedless feet
and maddened ever by the fear of unknown things and the lure of the dead
faces, I saw that the garden had no end under that moon; for where by day
the walls were, there stretched now only new vistas of trees and paths,
flowers and shrubs, stone idols and pagodas, and bendings of the
yellow-litten stream past grassy banks and under grotesque bridges of
marble. And the lips of the dead lotos-faces whispered sadly, and bade me
follow, nor did I cease my steps till the stream became a river, and joined
amidst marshes of swaying reeds and beaches of gleaming sand the shore of a
vast and nameless sea.
Upon that sea the hateful moon shone, and over its unvocal waves weird
perfumes breeded. And as I saw therein the lotos-faces vanish, I longed for
nets that I might capture them and learn from them the secrets which the
moon had brought upon the night. But when that moon went over to the west
and the still tide ebbed from the sullen shore, I saw in that light old
spires that the waves almost uncovered, and white columns gay with festoons
of green seaweed. And knowing that to this sunken place all the dead had
come, I trembled and did not wish again to speak with the lotos-faces.
Yet when I saw afar out in the sea a black condor descend from the sky to
seek rest on a vast reef, I would fain have questioned him, and asked him of
those whom I had known when they were alive. This I would have asked him had
he not been so far away, but he was very far, and could not be seen at all
when he drew nigh that gigantic reef.
So I watched the tide go out under that sinking moon, and saw gleaming the
spires, the towers, and the roofs of that dead, dripping city. And as I
watched, my nostrils tried to close against the perfume-conquering stench of
the world's dead; for truly, in this unplaced and forgotten spot had all the
flesh of the churchyards gathered for puffy sea-worms to gnaw and glut upon.
Over these horrors the evil moon now hung very low, but the puffy worms of
the sea need no moon to feed by. And as I watched the ripples that told of
the writhing of worms beneath, I felt a new chill from afar out whither the
condor had flown, as if my flesh had caught a horror before my eyes had seen
it.
Nor had my flesh trembled without cause, for when I raised my eyes I saw
that the waters had ebbed very low, showing much of the vast reef whose rim
I had seen before. And when I saw that the reef was but the black basalt
crown of a shocking eikon whose monstrous forehead now shown in the dim
moonlight and whose vile hooves must paw the hellish ooze miles below, I
shrieked and shrieked lest the hidden face rise above the waters, and lest
the hidden eyes look at me after the slinking away of that leering and
treacherous yellow moon.
And to escape this relentless thing I plunged gladly and unhesitantly into
the stinking shallows where amidst weedy walls and sunken streets fat
sea-worms feast upon the world's dead.
Isn't that all better now Rexsy?
Mitch |
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