#1777 - Saturday, April 24, 2004
- Not burdened with expectation,
one engages the world in constant surprise.
Not shackled to aversion,
one discovers the balance of equanimity.
Not given to attraction,
one becomes an exuberant expression of joy.
Not cursed with contention,
one develops enduring patience.
Bearing witness to the truth,
one does not deliver compassion
with a stick.
#1777 - Saturday, April 24, 2004 - Editor: michaelHighlights Home Page and Archive: http://nonduality.com/hlhome.htm
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Date: Sat Apr 24, 2004 11:36 pm
Subject: Morality w/o GodMorality Without God
I've seen the lights from a thousand stars,
and the flames of a thousand pairs of eyes
and their glow is the same mercurial fire,
intense as lasers or
the gold in the eyes of a gorilla,
the bright stare of an angry lion,
the very center of a new flower
that's alone in a field of dust,
awaiting the center of another's,
and I see into time's cauldron
pieces of a truth, like moats in the sunlight,
separate but whole, the management of life
to which we assign our symbols and our sounds
that bring us bread and sometimes love,
sometimes sadness, sometimes bliss,
and the lexicon fills up,
overflowing with desire for sounds
to make it all come out right
and pleasant in our dreams.
We stand on a cliff, wind in our faces,
the dark sea below, rocks and raging seas awaiting,
we offer up our words as if for shields
against the truth of living,
while coursing through our veins
our history boils and tumbles
leaving us sublimely alone,
and yet arguing with false angles
that we stand not beside some god
who cares much less for the thistle
than he does for a deadly human wound,
and cares more for the blood of a saint
than he does for sigh of a deranged child.
Finally, as the sea roars and the winds
tear us from one terrible moment to the next,
we arrive at the corner of a dark street
and meet ourselves coming toward us,
head bent in the anguish of life,
and there, in an explosion of untellable truth
we see that gods vanish on the pavement
like evaporating rain in the morning light,
and our minds turn inward like a vast mirror,
larger than the most imaginable universe.
We the humans who have made the word,
we the creatures who create the lust for knowing
what lies behind the mind of knowing,
we the animal flesh conspiring to be more
than the passions of animals,
have arrived at the Eden of moral certainty,
and stand before it dumbfounded and blind.
Far off, a billion, billion light years away,
the sanctity of an illumination
that makes us curl up in fetal sleep,
closes a hand around our minds,
and in the end
we know what knowing really is.
--- Richard SanSom ---
Date: Sat Apr 24, 2004 3:16 pm
A Monk asked Nanquan, "Master, where will you be found
in a hundred years?"
"Nanquan said, "I'm going to be an ox living down
at the bottom of the mountain."
P:This can be viewed at two levels:
1) Nanquan was poking fun at the idea of transmigration.
That he, a master, would be reincarnated as an ox was
for the monk, sacrilege.
2) The ox in Zen could symbolize Buddha Nature. So in
a hundred years Nanquan's Buddha Nature wouldn't be any different
than it was now.
"The monk said, "May I follow you to that place [as an ox]?"
"Nanquan said, "If you follow me, you must do so
with a single blade of grass in your mouth."
P:Which meant, to follow me, you must be one with me (Buddha Nature)
The master then became ill. He said to the monks,
"Starlight is dim but eternal.
Don't say that I'm coming or going."
When he finished speaking, the master died.
P: "Don't say I'm coming or going"
Which means we are never born or die. So, who could
It's quite irrelevant whether we lived only once or a million lives.
Our true nature is clear and perfect as the void. It doesn't need to
store memories or thoughts. And even if it did, and we could remember
our previous lives, what could we have done then, different
than now. We eat, we sleep, we love, we fight, we hope, we suffer.
It's always the same. Now if you could remember when you were neither
born, nor dead, that would be something to crow about. Then you could
join Nanquan bringing him a single blade of grass.
Date: Sat Apr 24, 2004 6:38 am
Subject: From the summit of peace
May calmness take you to the summit of peace, where
you will be able to see everything with a infinite
http://www.sheilah.netbullshitDear Friends,Saturday was my 55th birthday. As you can see from this edition, I have become instantly senile.Somehow life seems simpler this way.The Earth is a magical garden once again and people look so beautiful.Every moment is an adventure and a surprise as I search for my car in the vastness of the Walmart parking lot....And whatever comes, goes.as ever - be well,michael