Date: Thu, 29 Oct 1998 11:00:16 -0800
Subject: Re: the veil


Words veil masks of motherhood, fatherhood, childhood life expectations
override weary-to-the-bone meditations online reveal another mask unveil
torured soul grind mustard seed protect child son daughter sibling
brother sister hoods what is real anymore not i the god/goddess says
ponder the humor.

-Manjusree


Daniel Carter wrote:
> 
> On Thu, 29 Oct 1998, Radhika Gajjala wrote:
> 
> >so through the veil of my words
> >
> >read what you chose...
> 
> chose/choose?
> 
>      do I choose or am I chosen by  ways/waves in which I read, in which
> I'm read? am I chosen, any given second, by "readings"/"writings"? and by
> whom? by what? from within? from without?
> 
> these be the brief set of flashes of a response
> 
> running under the clock
> 
>     these veils
> 
>       words in space
> 
>           then the clock          the assembly line
> 
>           temporal limits                  deadlines
> 
>             what a bout lifelines?
> 
> >------------------------------
> >
> >
> >our children belong to no one
> 
>        thesis    statement      premise
> 
> already difficulties arising out of connotations melody, or the lack
> thereof,      intonation     intention        heart     vision
> 
>     the slipperyness of words/veils shimmering in the warming breezes of
> this fall morning
> 
>     as I run to catch the clock chasing me at the same time
> 
> >
> >       so i do not need to per
> >form
> >
> >miracles
> 
>    oh yes you do!!!
> 
> oh no you don't!!!
> 
>          oh yes you do!!!!!
> 
>       neverending oscillation
> 
>        but perhaps not eternal
> 
>              other dimensions       come in please
> 
>                    some respect please for mothers and wives
> 
> >
> >in the name of motherhood
> 
>       my mother 77 or 78 years old
> 
> >
> >               sleepless nights - weary train rides
> 
>     feeling of apologies welling up in me begging to be accepted if I too
> hastily oversimplified and if my heart was too constricted and cold
> 
>     sometimes so easy to state the conclusions as if they were really real
> right now for people in immediate need. are these conclusions more real
> than today this morning mother tending to each member of family before
> tending to herself
> 
> >
> >lengthy telephone conversations over misplaced calculators
> 
> each and every detail of the living fabric of lives related to mother,
> lives depending on mother/wife
> 
> like the life called "me" did and does
> 
> >
> >       calcu
> >lating
> >
> >               wishing i had given him
> >
> >religion
> 
> yes, given him religion
> 
>          encourage him to find the Creator/God/(the Spirit) within himself?
> 
>      yes, by whatever name that might go by which, yes,  might even be as
> extreme as Atheism and yet be no less spiritual than of the Spirit itself
> 
>       Rose by any other name       she still Rose!
> 
> >
> >he could then ask  "god" to save him from his mother
> >
> >per
> >haps
> 
> why do I have the feeling that you did give powerful religion (or should I
> say access to his own divine nature) to your son?
> 
> >
> >       and expect no miracles from me
> 
> no doubt you *are* a miracle and no doubt you perform them in your day to
> day comings and goings and doings and beings in relation to self and others
> 
> am I wrong?
> 
> >
> >but of course
> >
> >god
> >doesn't exist
> 
> maybe *he* doesn't exist but she/he/it might? what do you think.
> 
> (how many tongues in how many cheeks?)
> 
> >
> >never did
> 
> always did?
> 
> depends/deepens on/in what we talkin' 'bout
> 
>      ahhhhhh the lovely back and forth, to and fro
> 
>         the Muse
> 
>              the Dance
> 
>                   the Pen
> 
>                        the Brush
> 
>    not to mention all the dollars 'n' cents activities of this orb
> 
> >
> >               and children belong to no one
> 
>          but they oh so much need to feel that they belong
> 
>           just not owned and operated
> 
> >
> >neither do i
> >
> >belong.
> 
> you belong but not to anyone or thing but you certainly do belong, our dear!
> 
> Daniel