4949#4949 - Sunday, June 16, 2013
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Nonduality Highlights Issue #4949, Sunday, June 16, 2013
God is not merely transcendent to the world; He is in the world. So everything in the world has to be considered spiritual in its ultimate essence. God is not only in the world, but is the world. He is both immanent and transcendent.
- Swami Krishnananda, posted to AlongTheWay
The outside world is not really concerned at all in man's dilemma of suffering. It is all within the fictitious 'me' of personal identity. Realization of this fact is the ultimate Understanding.
- Ramesh Balsekar, posted to ANetofJewels
For whoever seeks God in some special way, will gain the way and lose God who is hidden in the way. But whoever seeks God without any special way, finds Him as He really is and He is life itself.
- Meister Eckhart, posted to AlongTheWay
...you are the perceiving point, the non-dimensional source of all dimensions.
- Nisargadatta Maharaj, posted to ANetofJewels
In a mother's womb were two babies.
One asked the other: "Do you believe in life after delivery?"
The other replies, "why, of course.
There has to be something after delivery.
Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later.
"Nonsense," says the other.
"There is no life after delivery.
What would that life be?"
"I don't know, but there will be more light than here.
Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths."
The other says "This is absurd! Walking is impossible.
And eat with our mouths? Ridiculous.
The umbilical cord supplies nutrition.
Life after delivery is to be excluded.
The umbilical cord is too short."
"I think there is something and maybe
it's different than it is here."
The other replies, "No one has ever come back from there.
Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery
it is nothing but darkness and anxiety
and it takes us nowhere."
"Well, I don't know," says the other,
"but certainly we will see mother and she will take care of us."
"Mother??" You believe in mother? Where is she now?
"She is all around us. It is in her that we live.
Without her there would not be this world."
"I don't see her, so it's only logical that she doesn't exist."
To which the other replied, "sometimes when you're in silence
you can hear her, you can perceive her."
I believe there is a reality after delivery
and we are here to prepare ourselves for that reality.
Sherry V Wakeman, posted to The_Now2
Ready for Silence
The devotional moon looks into
the heart and is in the heart.
When the heart has a Friend like
you, the universe cannot contain
their pleasure. Anyone warmed
by sun feels courage coming in.
If grief arrives, you enjoy it.
Generosity: that's your hand in
my pocket giving your wealth away.
Yet you run from me like one
raised in the wild. Here comes
this strange creature: me, in a
hands-and-feet shape! The formless
tries to satisfy us with forms!
A transparent nakedness wearing
pure light says, Blessed are those
who put on gold brocade! You may
not see him, but Moses is alive,
in this town, and he still has his
staff! And there's water and thirst,
wherever and however water goes, and
the one who brings water. The morning
wind broke off a few branches in the
garden. No matter. When you feel
love inside you, you hear the
invitation to be cooked by God.
It's that creation the heart loves.
For three winter months the ground
keeps quiet. But each piece of earth
knows what's inside waiting: beans,
sugarcane, cypress, wildflowers. Then
the spring sun comes talking plants
into the open. Anyone who feels the
point of prayer bends down like
the first letter of pray. Anyone who
walks with his back to the sun is
following his shadow. Move into your
own quietness. This word-search poem
has found you, ready for silence.
- Rumi, Ghazal 931, version by Coleman Barks, with Nevit Ergin from The Glance, posted to Sunlight
come on sweetheart
let's adore one another
before there is no more
of you and me
a mirror tells the truth
look at your grim face
brighten up and cast away
your bitter smile
a generous friend
gives life for a friend
let's rise above this
and be kind to one another
spite darkens friendships
why not cast away
malice from our heart
once you think of me
dead and gone
you will make up with me
you will miss me
you may even adore me
why be a worshiper of the dead
think of me as a goner
come and make up now
since you will come
and throw kisses
at my tombstone later
why not give them to me now
this is me
that same person
i may talk too much
but my heart is silence
what else can i do
i am condemned to live this life
- Rumi Ghazal 1535 translation by Nader Khalili from Rumi, Fountain of Fire, posted to Sunlight