Nondual Highlights #2089 ~ Monday, March 21, 2005 ~ Editor: Gloria Rest and laughter are the most spiritual and subversive acts of all. ~ Anne Lamott in PlanMessage 1 of 1 , Mar 21, 2005View SourceNondual Highlights
#2089 ~ Monday, March 21, 2005 ~ Editor: Gloria
Rest and laughter are the most spiritual and subversive acts of all.
~ Anne Lamott in "Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith"
"Someone once told Jane Hirshfield, a poet who'd been a nun at Tassajara
Zen Monastery, that they'd been assigned to write 3,000 words about
Buddhism. She smiled and said she could say it all in seven. When asked
to do it, she replied:
'It's all connected. Everything changes. Pay attention.'"
~ From Buddha-L list
DharmaG ~ Daily Dharma
"The voices of intolerance are all around us - the voice of
tolerance needs to be louder"
~ Ajahn Sumedho
Gill Eardley ~ Allspirit Inspiration
~ Nature ~
You didn't create your body,
nor are you able to control your body's functions.
An intelligence greater than the human mind is at work.
It is the same intelligence that sustains all of nature.
You cannot get any closer to that intelligence
than by becoming aware of your own energy field -
by feeling the aliveness,
the animating presence within the body.
~ Eckhart TolleJani Roxburgh ~ The_Now2
You need not fear who you are.
A lack of labels or identities does not cause fear.
It is just the reverse - labels cause fear.
Every new label is a new shudder,
for it must now be anxiously protected against all that seems to oppose it,
all that bears a different label.
Since labels are suppressed below the level of awareness,
we deny their existence emphatically.
Even the loud denial could be a clue for us, but it is also rejected.
The only answer to who are you is total silence.
~ Vernon Howard
Secrets for Higher Success
Jani Roxburgh ~ The_Now2
photo by Sam Pasciencier
In spite of your beliefs to the contrary, you are not
what you think, feel, say, do, have, want or fear.
You're actually the context or the space in which
all of those other things appear to show up in.
In short, you are "what is."
You are what creates you.
It's all happening both within and AS you.
So, instead of reacting out of your fear, you need
to learn how to respond out of your love.
Romantics are always looking for "The One."
But, everywhere you go, you're always (and only)
meeting "The One."
Every one is "The One."
~ Chuck Hillig
Along the Way
The Lord of Love is before and behind.
He extends to the right and to the left.
He extends above; he extends below.
There is no one here but the Lord of Love.
He alone is; in truth, he alone is.
~ Mundaka Upanishad
Excerpted from The Upanishads, translated by Eknath Easwaran, copyright 1987
A mind that gives an opinion about a fact is a narrow, limited, destructive mind. ...You can translate the fact in one way, and I can translate it in another way. The translation of the fact is a curse which prevents us from seeing the actual fact and doing something about the fact. When you and I discuss our opinions about the fact, nothing is done about the fact; you can add perhaps more to the fact, see more nuances, implications, significance about the fact, and I may see less significance in the facts. But the fact cannot be interpreted; I cannot offer an opinion about the fact. It is so, and it is very difficult for a mind to accept the fact. We are always translating, we are always giving different meanings to it, according to our prejudices, conditionings, hopes, fears and all the rest of it. If you and I could see the fact without offering an opinion, interpreting, giving a significance, then the fact becomes much more alive- not more alive- the fact is there alone, nothing else matters; then the fact has its own energy which drives you in the right direction.
Viorica Weissman ~ MillionPaths
Pain is a symptom of denial. The effort to block out one thing creates pain in
another area. And it is impossible for us to distinguish between so called real
and so called imaginary pain.
It can get complicated when the mind begins to serve as a tool of denial.
There is psychosomatic illness which is caused by the mind and never
physically exists. There is psychogenic illness which is caused by the mind
and has a physical manifestation. There is disease which is caused by germs
of one kind or another, genetic and environmental illnesses, history,
What a game board for the mind to play on. How do you want to look at
yourself? Create the life tapestry of your choice. Explain everything, justify it,
wallow in it, deny it.
All I know is that I have been through all of the above, manifested, created,
denied. Somehow, miraculously, it has all been lifted. I can't take credit for it.
It's grace. That's all I can say.
Think and fight all you can. Exhaust yourself. Travel the road of despair as far
as it will take you. There are drops of wisdom to be squeezed out of that path.
But the ocean is in letting go. The flood walls are holding back a sea of love.
Designer love, limited, specifically tailored to our situation and standards,
fears that sea of infinite love energy. That sea of love is a danger to the fear
we hold on to. It will wash it away, obliterate it.
I don't know how it happens. Probably knowing how it happens keeps it from
happening. Not knowing is humility, the opening for that divine love.
The paradox is how subtle it all is, these gigantic energies notwithstanding.
That's the nature of illusion. It fools us gigantically. With just the tiniest little
suggestion we create the impossible barriers, the immovable objects.
Let go. Let God. Don't know.
Copyright © 2005 by John MacEnulty
New House, Old Cats
Its five oclock in the morning,
Five without a six.
Just woke up in a new and promising house,
Little coffee to get the engine running,
Spring is here,
&the walls need some painting.
Huang Po and Hui-neng gave up their vagabonding life in Amsterdam and enjoy coffee in our new house.
They hide playfully behind curtains we ordered a week ago and will arrive who knows when.
They sit in chairs yet to come,
They celebrate days and conversations soon to come.
Empty and freely entering future and past,
Men of perfection,
Wet bread crumbs in their beards.
Like the cats they walk without talking,
Aware of every crack,
This is the great perfection.
Love and regards,