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Song of Elevation

Buddha be my buddy oh
budding blossom bright
bursting bosoms rising high
buddy feel the ride
bidding you oh be a bed
ruby of the night
Buddha baby buddy boy
cuddle me to light


Yours truly
Sara Sam
in deep irony

Dette høyrdest lett,luftig og gyngande ut,og mange ville sikkert trykkt det til sitt bryst uten nevneverdige plager .
Sidan eg ikkje veit kva den ukjente nevnaren her er,ville eg likt godt ei nærmare utgreing. På førehand takk!

Det er SAM, SARA som synger her. Og hun vet hvem hun er. Derfor ironien: risset i speilet. The crack where the light shines in ( Leonard Cohen ). Slik kan hun ane det opphøyede, hun og. Hun er jo fullstendig klar over forførelsen som ligger i håpet om en kosete såpeboblevei mot lyset ;-)

Takk for utgreiinga! Nokre gonger er det best å spørje.
Men er det eigentleg så mykje kosemose ved denne buddyen vis ein ikkje berre skal spøte oppatt seg sjølv "innad",men også utad?

Nu er det min tur å spørre ... ka du meine ...
for sam-sara, ho veit at det ikkje berre går an å forsyne seg fra godteposen, men ho liker å mimre og harselere litt over lengselens tid
men både hun og deg og diktet vet sikkert ting jeg ikke vet ....


Her er Cohen, den vitende aldrende skalden, selv en ironisk utøver (se for eksempel koret )

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_drEFOaPaK8  ..... " Love's the only engine of survival! "

Neeei.....eg veit i grunnen ingenting. Om ingenting.
Men kontemplasjon førekjem meg uendeleg tungt.
Har rett og slett ikkje lyst.
Er ute på prøve.

If the mountain could speak
and i believe it does
it will say something like this : Hello i am the mountain   i am pure bliss !

And then one would have to question ones own mind
if one was not already out of it by the mere perplexion of hearing the mountain speak.
Anyhow this questioning of ones own mind,is like interrupting a subtle ongoing process not to be tampered with lightly.
So being prepared for anything is the right attitude,being open for the possibility of hearing bugs speak wittingly or and even asking cunning questions.
Being prepared to elevate to a higher realm of mind and soul expanded consciousness inside a rainbow haloed soap bubble,even.
If one is open for the possibilities,then the possibilities will be open for one,and transcension then becomes an experienced act of union with the soul.
I believe it is a matter of cracking open the head and let the soap of the brain recieve air through hollow tubes and then blown up and away.
Soap being an aspect of the soul,having most of the same qualities,making things clean,smells good,and can even fly when crossed with the elemental air and water,when freed from its base form to experience other states of existence and joey.


Does the mountain question its hardness
when it bruises against  mine knee?

Does the soap question its bitterness
when the child drinks
from the bathwater?

Are there subtle voices speaking
creating the background of my being?
asking questions to everything that i believe in?
Putting me to the test of all seasons?
When will they rest
or do they ever?

So then I am not eye ?

Then who am I then but a cover up for something entirely else.

Who is this Else charakter anyhow?

Im sure she is like the Raisin maiden

everywhere to be seen and often with sweet charms laden.


She-where-elsewhere

that is exactly where She where

and was to be found

by the seekers of the sacred mysteries

of ancient elsewhere ground.

"teleterkji":



Being prepared to elevate to a higher realm of mind and soul expanded consciousness inside a rainbow haloed soap bubble,even.
If one is open for the possibilities,then the possibilities will be open for one,and transcension then becomes an experienced act of union with the soul.
I believe it is a matter of cracking open the head and let the soap of the brain recieve air through hollow tubes and then blown up and away.
Soap being an aspect of the soul,having most of the same qualities,making things clean,smells good,and can even fly when crossed with the elemental air and water,when freed from its base form to experience other states of existence and joey.


Does the mountain question its hardness
when it bruises against  mine knee?

Does the soap question its bitterness
when the child drinks
from the bathwater?

Does the foam know it consists of bubbles?

Thanx for a cosmology of the soap. Hereafter, " cosmetics " will never be the same!

I see more clearly now, the damp is gone. Bubbles reflect the colour of the rainbow, after all. Breaking the rays in just the right spot. Even bubbles have tiny cracks ...

"teleterkji":

I believe it is a matter of cracking open the head and let the soap of the brain recieve air through hollow tubes and then blown up and away.

Thanx for a nice lecture!
But must the head be cracked open at all,and must it happen with a kind of violence?
Can`t we just play on without patience and expectations,and let it open up, like a hellbud,
when the tide is high?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FbMYwuAHK_4

Djisus!! BLONDIE!! Så morro!

Håper du har sett filmen Samsara, der får "Nirvana" litt på pukkelen, kan du si. Jeg liker det. Er uendelig lei av jakten på synden, skammen, egoet og skyggene. Det er for meg en blindevei som jeg endelig og til slutt slapp taket i  De jo bare illusjoner. Hvorfor bry seg liksom?

I am paradise 

Denne filmen kjenner jeg ikke (enda) ...

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0196069/


men det mumles i cyberspace at spesielt ivrige kan ende opp i nerdvana.