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#1576 ~ Sunday, October 5, 2003

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  • Gloria Lee
    #1576 ~ Sunday, October 5, 2003 ~ Editor: Gloria Lee Experience teaches only the teachable. ~ Aldous Huxley _____________________ Along the Way There is no
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      #1576 ~ Sunday, October 5, 2003 ~ Editor:  Gloria Lee
      Experience teaches only the teachable.
      ~ Aldous Huxley
      Along the Way
       There is no good and no evil.  In every
              concrete situation there is only the
              necessary and the unnecessary.  The
              needful is right, the needless is wrong.
              The situation decides.

              Every situation is a challenge which
              demands the right response.  When the
              response is right, the challenge is met
              and the problem ceases.  If the response
              is wrong, the challenge is not met and
              the problem remains unsolved.  Your
              unsolved problems - that is what
              constitutes your karma.  Solve them
              rightly and be free.
                                - Nisargadatta Maharaj

      Lady Joyce ~ HarshaSatsangh
      Selected Sam Pasciencier "City Leaves"
      (and thanks for the background, Joyce)

      Eric Ashford ~ TrueVision
      The universal is present  in the individual.
      Just so, liberation comes from recognizing
      the subtle in the gross, the unity in diversity,
      the similarity in differences, the truth in
      untruth, the light in darkness, the life in death.
      This is real liberation.


      You do not have to abandon worldly
      activities in order to attain effortless
      unconcern.  You should know that worldly
      activities and effortless unconcern are
      not two different things---but if you keep
      thinking about rejection and grasping,
      you make them into two.

      Zen Master Yuan-Wu


      All summer long we have sailed the sea green soul
      and now the falling flame of Autumn
      curls the leaf of time once more.

      I love to listen to the breathing of trees
      as they go to sleep in the timbered halls of rest.
      To walk in the accord of natures agreement
      as the mist walks
      drifting unhurriedly along in a golden quietude
      and at one with the stream and bough
      as they settle down upon a seabed of slumber.

      Autumn is the death of nothing
      for death knows no sleep as this.
      Only the living wine of being can ripen into seasons.
      Only the changeless could portray such beauty.
      All paths pass through this falling foil of bronze re-birthing
      that silence, may once again, seed our thoughts
      and find us matured to be restored
      as new grass again.

      Eric Ashford
      copyright 2003
      Jan Sultan ~ Advaita to Zen
      Just look away from all that happens in your mind and bring it to the feeling
      "I am". The "I am" is not a direction. It is the negation of all direction.
      Ultimately even the "I am" will have to go, for you need not keep on asserting
      what is obvious. Bringing the mind to the feeling "I am" merely helps in
      turning the mind away from everything else. When the mind is kept away from its
      preoccupations, it becomes quiet. If you do not disturb this quiet and stay in
      it, you find that it is permeated with a light and a love you have never known;
      and yet you recognize it at once as your own nature. Once you have passed
      through this experience, you will never be the same man again; the unruly mind
      may break its peace and obliterate its vision; but it is bound to return,
      provided the effort is sustained; until the day when all bonds are broken,
      delusions and attachments end, and life becomes supremely concentrated in the

      - Nisargadatta

      Gill Eardley ~ Allspirit Inspiration

      "As I drove through the wintry landscape on my way there,
      everything seemed more fluid. The mountains, trees rocks,
      birds, sky,  were all losing their differences.  As I gazed
      about,  what I saw first was how they  were one; then, as
      a  second  wave of perception,  I saw the distinctions.  A
      lovely calm pervaded everything.

      From  that day forth I have  had the constant experience
      of both moving through and being made of the "substance"
      of everything. This is what is experienced first - the stuff
      of Unity, its texture,  its flavour, its  substance. This non-
      localized, infinite substance can be perceived not with the
      eyes or  ears or nose,  but by the substance itself,  out of
      itself.  When the substance of Unity  encounters itself, it
      knows  itself through its  own sense organ.  Form is like a
      drawing in the  sand of oneness,  where the drawing, the
      sand, and the finger that draws it are all one."

      From: 'Collision with the Infinite'  by Suzanne Segal

      from Emanations
      The world is very seriously beautiful.

      This is not some sort of delusional distraction or escapism.

      Call it enterism, or entrism. It really is extraordinary and incredibly and deeply beautiful.

      It is important to seriously observe the beauty and to do it constantly.

      It's not some kind of sixties acidhead thing to do.

      It's the stuff of powerful mystics and spiritual teachers.

      And it makes perfect sense.

      When we love we think more clearly, our body chemistry is in a healing mode,
      and life becomes sweet and beautiful.

      When we miss out on the beauty we change the world in negative ways.
      We may hurry through situations, especially relationship things.

      We project what we are doing onto others, think they are thinking what we're thinking,
      or the way we are thinking. So we miss the beautiful things beautiful people are doing.

      Practice entrism. Smell the flowers. Look at the clouds.
      Go outside just to be outside, not to do something.

      Love the world. That is the important thing you have to do today.

      A big 10/4 to that.

      Copyright © 2003  by John MacEnulty
      10/4/2003, St. Louis, MO

      Zen Oleary
      It’s the season of spiders spinning webs,
      this fall that feels like the death of life,

      that makes us turn inward and scour ourselves
      for some glimpse of green, some still tender shoot

      as we wander in the graveyard of our yesterdays,
      some with the earth still barely tamped down,

      where I remember your whispers in moonlight
      under the lime tree, your words of enchantment,

      that put an extra sun in the morning sky that
      wore your name and lit up the corners of my soul,

      I search for the taste of your scent, your words,
      but you took them with you when you left,

      tore gaping holes in me, and the spiders came,
      built their webs of reasons why, of what went wrong,

      I see ghosts in the fall, stumble in the pothole of you,
      then smile at the split apples on the ground with their

      drunken ecstatic wasps, those winged lovers at a feast.
      and I envy them their waspness and their frenzy.

      © Zen Oleary
      October 4, 2003

      choo meh wah ~ MysticWalk
      About this mind...
      In truth there is nothing really wrong with it.
      That the mind is not peaceful
      is because it follows moods.
      Sense impressions come and trick it into
      happiness, suffering, gladness and sorrow,
      but the mind's true nature is none of those things.
      The untrained mind gets lost and follows these things,
      it forgets itself.
      Then we think that it is we
      who are upset or at ease or whatever.

      Our practice is simply to see the Original Mind.
      So we must train the mind to know those sense impressions,
      and not get lost in them.
      Ven. Ajahn Chah Bodhinyana

      Viorica Weissman ~ MillionPaths
      You cannot shun sunlight
      No more than a suave rose
      Survives without its liquid beams.
      Plant your inner space with seed
      Where feathers of flame play gracefully.
      There is something higher we know
      But you say not more,
      Not this, not that;
      I do not know.
      You are tied up in nots,
      But beyond your cautious nots
      You must see and say what
      Really is without not knowing.
                      Mathnavi VI , 634
      __ Words of Paradise
            Selected Poems of Rumi  

      Daily Dharma
      Once again the children and I are fighting a battle
          using spring grasses.
      Now advancing, now retreating, each time with more
      Twilight--everyone has returned home;
      The bright, round moon helps me to endure the

      The Autumn nights have lengthened
      And the cold has begun to penetrate my mattress.
      My sixtieth year is near,

      Yet there is no one to take pity on this weak old body.
      The rain has finally stopped; now just a thin stream
          trickles from the roof.
      All night the incessant cry of insects:
      Wide awake, unable to sleep,
      Leaning on my pillow, I watch the pure bright rays of

      O, that my priest's robe were wide enough to gather
          up all the suffering people
      In this floating world.

      From the book, "Seeking the Heart of Wisdom," written by Jack Kornfield and
      Joseph Goldstein.  Published by Shambala Publications.


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