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Tuesday, October 22, 2002

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  • Michael Read
    Non Duality Highlights Issue #1235 Tuesday, October 22, 2002 Edited by Michael Looking at happiness... OSLO, Norway (AheadOfNews.com) - Marine Biologists at
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      Non Duality Highlights
      Issue #1235
      Tuesday, October 22, 2002
      Edited by Michael
      Looking at happiness...
      OSLO, Norway (AheadOfNews.com) - Marine Biologists at the prestigious Clam Study Center have determined that the expression "happy as a clam" is apparently not based on actual clam psychology.

      Dr. Lars Nilsbokken, head Marine Psychobiologist at the center, says that clams are rarely happy in most environments. "Imagine that you have no eyes," he says, "and that you have no arms and legs, and that there is a constant battering of waves that prevents you from hearing well." He hunkers down and holds his thin hands above him, wiggling his fingers. "All you've got is a big mouth, and a foot."

      "Now imagine that there is a psycho after you, who is hundreds of times larger than you, and has a sturdy shovel. You can't run, so you try desperately to hide, but you have to be at the surface of the sand to eat. At any moment, you may have to dig for your life, using your one foot." Dr. Nilsbokken's Reebok wiggles frantically in sympathy.

      "So the answer is 'no', clams are not happy. Clams are neurotic, fearful, desperate, and lonely." Nilsbokken adds, "If you want happy, I recommend cats. Cats don't need anyone else to be happy, and sometimes, even if you don't want them to, they'll come over and be happy with you."

      --- In NondualitySalon "Gloria Lee" wrote:

      Billy Collins has such a great sense of humor.... ~Gloria
              You are the bread and the knife,
              The crystal goblet and the wine...
              -Jacques Crickillon

      You are the bread and the knife,
      the crystal goblet and the wine.
      You are the dew on the morning grass
      and the burning wheel of the sun.
      You are the white apron of the baker,
      and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

      However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
      the plums on the counter,
      or the house of cards.
      And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
      There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.

      It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
      maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
      but you are not even close
      to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

      And a quick look in the mirror will show
      that you are neither the boots in the corner
      nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

      It might interest you to know,
      speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
      that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

      I also happen to be the shooting star,
      the evening paper blowing down an alley
      and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

      I am also the moon in the trees
      and the blind woman's tea cup.
      But don't worry, I'm not the bread and the knife.
      You are still the bread and the knife.
      You will always be the bread and the knife,
      not to mention the crystal goblet and--somehow--the wine.

      Billy Collins

      In SufiMystic "Bill Rishel" wrote:

        Yesterday I was meditating in a forest by a stream.
        My mind was a bit stirred up as I walked to the spot,
        but as I sat it quieted down. How can I describe the
        breath-taking beauty? It was as if melted into a
        deep puddle of feeling that was hued by leaves and
        tree trunks, rock and water, and pierced by crystal
        sounds. A squirrel came down from a tree a ways away,
        looked at me, fussed around but gradually worked
        closer and closer until he was peering at me from
        a few feet, his forlegs perched on a branch that lay
        near my feet. He was young and there was a softness
        about him. Not just his fur, but a tenderness in his
        gaze. In a few moments he had skittered off again.

        Later last night I was meditating at home. The
        presence of that squirrel was suddenly so great
        in my mind. I felt pierced by that presence.
        "Squirrel dharshan," I thought. And a deep
        feeling of blessing poured through me.


      In NondualitySalon "Mary Bianco" wrote:
      WFUV talked about this CD and movie.
      Nice web site to explore.


       The Way is not diffiult for those without preferences.
      When I am through with thinking I wander through the woods gathering flowers.

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