Tuesday, June 4, 2002
The Nondual Highlights
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Highlights Issue #1094
Tuesday, June 4, 2002
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Highlights Home Page: <http://nonduality.com/hlhome.htm>--- In Illuminata@y..., Mace Mealer wrote:
Another play ensues today
finding us in some strange way.
In the one we'll find the two
knowing not what that we should do.
We're left to find what we will need,
like the lonely wind borne reed.
To say the lines and wear the mask
to play the part and bear the task.
Be it hero, slave, or sage,
we'll walk the ever changing stage.
In wisdom's heart no love is lost,
it fills the air and counts no cost.
To weep , to laugh, to tread the way,
another play ensues today.
Monet Refuses The Operation
Doctor, you say there are no haloes
around the streetlights in Paris
and what I see is an aberration
caused by old age, an affliction.
I tell you it has taken me all my life
to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels,
to soften and blur and finally banish
the edges you regret I don't see,
to learn that the line I called the horizon
does not exist and sky and water,
so long apart, are the same state of being.
Fifty-four years before I could see
Rouen cathedral is built
of parallel shafts of sun,
and now you want to restore
my youthful errors: fixed
notions of top and bottom,
the illusion of three-dimensional space,
from the bridge it covers.
What can I say to convince you
the Houses of Parliament dissolves
night after night to become
the fluid dream of the Thames?
I will not return to a universe
of objects that don't know each other,
as if islands were not the lost children
of one great continent. The world
is flux, and light becomes what it touches,
becomes water, lilies on water,
above and below water,
becomes lilac and mauve and yellow
and white and cerulean lamps,
small fists passing sunlight
so quickly to one another
that it would take long, streaming hair
inside my brush to catch it.
To paint the speed of light!
Our weighted shapes, these verticals,
burn to mix with air
and change our bones, skin, clothes
to gases. Doctor,
if only you could see
how heaven pulls earth into its arms
and how infinitely the heart expands
to claim this world, blue vapor without end.
- Lisel Mueller
from: Yearning listSack RaceOh those silly contestants! Seems they put the sacks on their heads instead of their legs...oh well.The winner is - simply because she knew which end to put the sack on ---- In NondualitySalon@y..., "skiplaurel" <vicki@b...> wrote:
in search of the
pithy wit, juicy comments, sweet
poetry, piquant pictures, and spicy
Just an idea...but I think we're gonna need an extra basket of chips
to go with that order.
honorable mention to:--- In NondualitySalon@y..., "nisarga111" wrote:
--- In NondualitySalon@y..., "skiplaurel" wrote:
>in a days...
> The throes of Tuesday...
> Feeling week.
E Turn Al
ToosDay--- In Yearning@y..., "ecirada" wrote:
a tree with the sky
neither is a man alone
with the question 'why'
game like doggy nibbling bones
till the need for answers dies
Jan--- In Nisargadatta@y..., "dan330033" wrote:
> In the spirit of questioning everything... if within is adirection.. where does it come from and where does it go?
It doesn't come from anywhere or go
It is invented in relation to the
someone assumed to be there
for whom there could be a "within."
Daninfiniwrit largewrit smallmadeunmadewrit thenwrit nowblue speckendless seawrit in firewrit in icewithout withinwho can tell?[photo 'smile' from yearning list photos - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Yearning ]