Comments on: Commune Mismanagement?

By: Arpana

Arpana — Sun, 29 Dec 2013 19:35:04 +0000

\(^o\) (/o^)/

By: madhu dagmar frantzen

madhu dagmar frantzen — Sun, 29 Dec 2013 19:07:02 +0000

arpana, arpana ! 829.12.13 – 6.18 PM)
YOU ARE THE GOLFING CHAMPION
of your moment

reminding as elegant as mischievous
as one we sometimes remember to do so (and even more mischievous)to get a fresh breeze energetically
for the whole tribe as large

yet
golfing in the virtual areas
never end
don t they ??
i m glad i ve been sitting here
alone when i ve been looking at this amazing golf turner from unknown sources

may be unknowable

but the laughter this time
here
for me
was so refreshing

so
thank you for this !

madhu

By: Arpana

Arpana — Sun, 29 Dec 2013 18:18:07 +0000

The Golfing Nun

A nun is sitting with her Mother Superior chatting. “I used some horrible language this week and feel absolutely terrible about it.”

“When did you use this awful language?” asks the elder.

“Well, I was golfing and hit an incredible drive that looked like it was going to go over 280 yards, but it struck a phone line that is hanging over the fairway and fell straight down to the ground after going only about 100 yards.”

“Is that when you swore?”

“No, Mother,” says the nun. “After that, a squirrel ran out of the bushes and grabbed my ball in its mouth and began to run away.”

“Is THAT when you swore?” asks the Mother Superior again.

“Well, no.” says the nun. “You see, as the squirrel was running, an eagle came down out of the sky, grabbed the squirrel in his talons and began to fly away!”

“Is THAT when you swore?” asks the amazed elder nun.

“No, not yet. As the eagle carried the squirrel away in its claws, it flew near the green and the squirrel dropped my ball.”

“Did you swear THEN?” asked Mother Superior, becoming impatient.

“No, because the ball fell on a big rock, bounced over the sand trap, rolled onto the green, and stopped about six inches from the hole.”

The two nuns were silent for a moment.

Then Mother Superior sighed and asked, “You missed the fucking putt, didn’t you?”

By: satyadeva

satyadeva — Sat, 28 Dec 2013 19:45:08 +0000

Er, good question, frank…I think it’s something to do with organising ‘tantra’ groups in the West – practical, ‘hands on’ stuff, you know the sort of er, ‘drill’ – but I’m honestly not too sure….

By: frank

frank — Sat, 28 Dec 2013 19:03:37 +0000

I have met blacksmiths,silversmiths, goldsmiths,locksmiths ,wordsmiths and songsmiths,
but what does a sexsmith actually get up to?

By: satyadeva

satyadeva — Sat, 28 Dec 2013 18:11:56 +0000

Sorry to be off-topic, but just in case anyone’s interested, here’s one response to this artist…

“Just seen Ron Sexsmith last night and he is like man’s cry to the Almighty for peace, love, mercy & justice NOW and forever! God Bless him and please may this world be filled with such heartbreaking depth.”

By: satyadeva

satyadeva — Sat, 28 Dec 2013 17:58:27 +0000

Perhaps then, Dominic, you (and others here) might appreciate this rather lovely little number, which captures at least some of the essence of the point you’re making about ‘aloneness’ (best via headphones – the song, not ‘aloneness’!)…

PS: Any resemblance to Rajneeshpuram in some of the photos is purely coincidental!

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By: Fresch

Fresch — Sat, 28 Dec 2013 15:54:26 +0000

Yes dominic, some of the dreams come true on the spot like here and now.

By: dominic

dominic — Sat, 28 Dec 2013 13:30:17 +0000

As my guru larry david, from curb your enthusiasm says…
“Whatever works”

By: dominic

dominic — Sat, 28 Dec 2013 13:25:59 +0000

A little tricky to “verstehen” you sometimes.
I suggest my title “write more good and fanny inglisch”.
But A+ for trying!
On the contrary I am suggesting that all this looking, listening and frankly worshipping others, is potentially a huge distraction from the essentially solitary inner journey, that nobody else, or their realisation or wisdom and ‘glow,’ can do for you.
Also if you can look deeply into others and their facades, you must have looked deeply into yourself it seems to me.