cordial reminder of bee'ing

[mtmynd]

thread of hope
in the blank
it stuns presence
like bee stings
sunburned flesh

[stilltrucking]

no desire no surfering
the flesh is heir to
bee stings on sunburned flesh
the kiss of a black widow is much kinder
such a painless bite
"and everything was beautiful and nothing hurt"
and thank you Old Kurt
Thank you Me, An Thank Thou you
and Father forgive us for what you must do
a stunned presence
and a child stands on the side of a higway
and is stunned by the jpresence of a truck

When you are a buddha one must be Humble

[mtmynd]

When one is a Buddha one is humble.

[Ann Bingham]

very few words to ponder. Bee stings hurt, hope does not unless it is left to stagnate.


love lots

[stilltrucking]

words are not bee stings
nothing hurt but vanity
not skin
metaphors are all well and good
in the ends words are only words
and what is known can't be told
not the best things

I suppose words can hurt as much as sticks and stones

Should have put this on go
that is all it is
certainly not carefuly crafted, jprobably a million typos, I will edit when I can maybe


edited a few typos


remember this one when I was so hurt by four degrees post to litkicks about childhood molestation?

"water on duck's wing
we are all well oiled
drilling is for naught
jack - seriousness is not for the birds, but only we beasts driven by
our
egos into our own circles

I know nothing about Buddhism except what little I have been picked up from you and artman and jim and suzen and j wireman. Dam come to think of it where did all these buddhists come from.?

[mousey1]

"There's a bee in my bonnet!", the maiden cried
He slapped at it
She slapped back
and before you knew it
they were at it

such is life
and love...

Well,
I'll bee stung!

[stilltrucking]

stung into silence
to hear what is here

" That there was a beehive
Here in my heart,
And the golden bees
Were making white combs
And sweet honey
From my old failures"

A good night's sleep
is nothing to sneer at


" But sleep won't come the whole night through
You'll toss around and call my name
You'll walk the floor the way
I do your cheatin' heart will tell on you"

[stilltrucking]

such is life
and love...

thank you my foor footed friend, so it is.

Cecil give me about a minus million for poor impulse control.

You know those hillbilly men tell some stranges stories about their women folk. One said he woke up next to his wife night feeling a cold draft. Boy was he suprised when he realized where it was coming from.

[Artguy]

it's the buzzin in our own ears that gives us the buzzin out there........

[stilltrucking]

As long as I don't loose no sleep over it,


, truckers got a lot of words for sleep


Cecil punched my ticket, not his intent I am sure.

A good night's sleep is nothing to sneer at. That is not what he was doing.

A lot of word's to talk about nothing really

I got to go back to the GO post that associates in my mind with Mt's post here.

[WIREMAN]

what's that sound?

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

in the puter....the power lines outside....in the wall....in my head....in her head......in their heads..................

[stilltrucking]

if you ain't bombed in birmingham you ain't one of us
and if you hear a buzzzzzzzzzzzzz in the music maybe it is ...shoot listening to bag pipe music at this very minute my god it is driving me insane Sorry, I listen to too much music.

Buddy tip your bottle back; Climb aboard the bus:
Join your brothers in the band.
If you ain't bombed in Birmingham then you ain't one of us.
We don't really give a damn.

The jet fighters also a welcome relief. I can get pretty close to silence about this time of night. It is very sweet.

maybe it is in my ears, inside an out
I live with a million contraptions, beeping, buzzing, humming and then there are the pleasant noises of trains passing in the night.[

[joel]

thread of hope
in the blank
it stuns presence
like bee stings
sunburned flesh

Beestings are like poison ivy--external somethings-or-others that amaze me how they can prick up a rash or a mound or a pain. They dive in physically from the outside and I have a fadcination with them. Really, they don't hurt too painfully. I'm not overly allegic. I don't go looking to get stung, but I kind of enjoy watching/feeling how my body reacts to them.

But sunburn? That's a kicker. There's no alien physical attacker. There's no animal instinct or vegetative non-chalance. Waves/photon particles: how is it that something so warm and comforting raises such a negative reaction? I hate sunburn. I hate the feeling of my skin being too small for my movement. I hate the freckled back that reminds me of the cancer I might one day have to suffer (another internal respons to a nothing that seems so logically benign).

Awesome poem.

[stilltrucking]

Yes it is an awesome poem
I would hate to think my pain was the inspiration for it
But it probably was.

Sunburned back is the worse
Unless you are double jointed
Or have a friend with
A gentle hand with a soothing touch
Noxema nocturnal memories of a day at the beach long ago-



The black widow has such a painless bite
Almost a kiss.