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  • Gloria Lee
    Highlights #1165 Wednesday, August 14, 2002 Editor: Gloria Lee Dzogchen List Shirley in Utah runs this website, you may contact her thru there to list your
    Message 1 of 1 , Aug 15, 2002
      Highlights #1165
      Wednesday, August 14, 2002
      Editor: Gloria Lee
      Dzogchen List
      Shirley in Utah runs this website, you may contact her thru there to list your events.
      This site lists Buddhist teaching events of all kinds (not just Dzogchen) all over the world.
      Lotus Net Calendar of Buddhist Events - New site address - no ads on pages -
      visit or subscribe at site: http://www.melong.com/

      The Mirror is the international newspaper of the Dzogchen Community of Choegyal Namkhai Norbu.

      Each issue contains a wide variety of material of interest to Dharma practitioners world wide. The broad spectrum covered by The Mirror is reflective of the vision of Rinpoche himself, and includes teachings by Namkhai Norbu Rinpoche as well as other great masters,from His Holiness the Dalai Lama, Penor Rinpoche, His Holiness the XIIth Gyalwang Drukpa, to interviews with many other great masters of Tibetan Buddhism.

      Each issue contains book reviews, biographies of great masters throughout history, international Dzogchen Community news, announcements of international Dharma activites and teachings, Namkhai Norbu Rinpoche's teaching schedule, articles on the projects in Tibet sponsored by the organization ASIA, updates on the many projects under the auspices of the Shang Shung Institute (established by Namkhai Norbu Rinpoche for the preservation of Tibetan culture and history), as well as a wide variety of general topics of interest to the modern Dharma practitioner.

      from Harsha Satsangh
      Day of the Dragonfly
      This is the day of the dragonfly,
      swallows gathering
      seagulls, crickets, violins
      mosquitoes coming in.
      The sky is darker blue, horizon pink
      sun is raising, raising 
      shining in your hair
      somewhere else
      another land
      another place
      Children bathing after dark
      sheep gathered in the field
      forever round this world 
      a night of giant moths and twinkling stars,
      a darkness whispering,
      shapeless, faceless in my heart
      With stories still untold.
      of every seed
      and all that's crawling 
      under stones and roots
      moving on to be revealed
      in yet another flower opening.
      The Night of Stars
      This is the truth
      I never ever saw the stars before
      this night
      they talked to me and touched my skin
      they were my kin
      and told me
      look how deep you like
      inside this sphere,
      I am just so dark blue
      I am near
      lie down
      on the ground
      let mosquitoes drink your blood
      spiders cover you with webs
      let dust blow into the air
      you are already here

      from Harsha Satsangh
      a contemporary of Shri Ramana's, Beloved Mr. Natural, said:

      "Activities are going on naturally, spontaneously, in the same way
      that there is no author or doer of your dream world. Nevertheless,
      you fully put to use your dream world. You will not be able to
      comprehend this so long as you try to understand things as an
      individual. But once you are the universal manifest consciousness and
      abide in that Paramatman spirit - "I am" without form and
      distinction - then you will realize how things are."

      How wonderful to swim back and forth between shores, where the green
      grasses equally dance in the sea-side breezes!


      Squeeze and palm both hard
      and gently.

      I manipulate clay.

      ...into a story
      'bout a god that creates,
      spoken through the form
      of this sculpture,
      (which isn't even mine)

      Hi. What's shakin'?
      I'm still makin'

      Grasping into mist,
      in subtle fields
      bringing back nothing
      for no one to see.

      Nothing clever really.
      I did not make the
      color or the form
      or the eye
      that cherishes.

      Nor did I make the
      musical notes that
      compose the rainbow
      of sound,
      or the ear that listens.

      I did not define
      the words I use
      nor teach anyone
      the language.

      And what of the order?

      The meaning,
      that symphony
      that reaches out
      to the place
      where you are touched.

      Where does that come from?

      Art is listening,
      like tuning into some station,
      could be from anywhere.

      And what's discovered
      was always there
      waiting to bloom
      in the light
      of your awareness.

      Artists create nothing.
      Nothing at all
      you see.

      And no one ever has.

      No one has created
      a single blade of grass,
      the sand in clear glass
      or even a single speck
      of empty space.

      We are given seed, soil
      and a universe
      to make it grow.

      We are given a spark,
      a torch
      and a desire to see.

      We are given life
      with a mind
      and a hunger to know.

      It's all laid out for us...

      ...as if someone
      had us in mind
      when no one created nothing...

      Nothing at all.

      from Dzogchen
      Not Poetry?
      Be nice, even when those around you are not, remember
             setting an example is appropriate and helps balance the scales
             for those times you weren't. Besides one can never know
             who they are talking to can they? Any sincere move
             in the direction of liberation will summon countless
             forces, both personal and impersonal to help one
             identify the areas that need practice. i.e., they
             will come at you from all sides, and are particularly adept
             at under the radar tactics designed to disturb the
             peace of your being and engage your passions.
             At the same time a purely defensive posture will hamper
             the development of the open heart and mind that
             is crucial in the preparation of the ground. Therefore
             the application of a non judgmental equanimity
             is a very beneficial internal action. Consider all those
             who aggressively denigrate you as your closest
             and most valuable beloved friends and listen to
             their advice carefully and it will bless your journey
             with an understanding of some aspect of your nature.

      from NDS
      Color of a Bum's Eye
      Ah, the neighborhood bums.

      Having found themselves, for one reason or another, located within a
      realm of immunity from the requirements of public behavior, they are
      free to request anything and say exactly what is on their minds.

      They are the Great Humanity Meter.

      What does one do when the request for money, food, or sex is voiced?
      When the Requestor is filthy and red-eyed? When objectification is

      One's answer doesn't hit a nonentity, afterall.

      Often, the answer is mirrored back, a ready display of one's best
      shot at coping.

      This coping, could it be a setting apart?

      Could it be that the more intense the struggle to define 'us and
      them', the more the issue forms itself?

      There is no crime that isn't committed first by the ones lamenting
      the crime.

      My neighbors are caught in separation. Taking back the streets. From
      whom? For whom? Is there not plenty of room on the street?

      How many of my neighbors know the color of their bum's eye?

      How hard it is to bear the seeing of another as oneself.


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