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#1872 - Wednesday, July 28, 2004 - Editor: Jerry

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    #1872 - Wednesday, July 28, 2004 - Editor: Jerry Highlights Home Page and Archive: http://nonduality.com/hlhome.htm Letter to the Editors: Click Reply on
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      #1872 - Wednesday, July 28, 2004 - Editor: Jerry
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      Selections from the Indonesian work, 50 Divine Thoughts
      The medicine of Grace to wipe out our sorrows is to develop
      unshakable faith in God and tolerance is the medicine of Grace to
      wipe out our sorrows. Bhakti alone can give us the capacity to put up
      with sorrows. Temples are the agencies for developing that Bhakti.
      Hence, the need for temples at all places. All offerings to the
      deities in the temples are tokens of our gratitude to God.
      ~ ~ ~
      That which is within all, which is seen as "This" is the source. He
      who is within and sees as "This" is God. It is the reality. It is in
      yourself. What is limited is Sadhana; what is unlimited is the end.
       ~ ~ ~
      What is the purpose of human birth? To earn, to eat, to undergo
      misery everyday and finally to die? Instead of earning and suffering,
      can we not die now? The purpose of birth is to avoid re-birth. Except
      man, all animals grow horizontally. Only man grows vertically.
      Instead of growing horizontally, it is God's will that he should grow
      vertically in order to look up. God has given to animals devices for
      self-protection; to man alone He has given intelligence. By doing
      nothing, we avoid re-birth; By giving up attachment, we avoid sins.
      ~ ~ ~
      By education we realise Truth. There are many truths, History is one
      truth. Geography is one truth, Mathematics is one truth. The content
      of truth is the greatest in Mathematics. In others, there is an
      element of imagination. In Geography, we come across names Asia,
      Africa, Madras, Calcutta, etc. These names were given by us. By
      imagination, we have given names "plateau" "valley", etc. By a
      process of gradual elimination of all that is imaginary, when we
      arrive at truth, that Truth is found to be God. To think of Him with
      real devotion is the fruit of education.
      ~ ~ ~
      Neither the raw fruit nor the tree wants to leave each other. But
      when the fruit becomes ripe, this attachment automatically
      disappears. Man requires to experience anger, jealousy, passion, etc.
      just as the fruit had to undergo various stages of growth and taste
      before it became fully ripe so to get automatically detached from the
      tree. We cannot overcome these experiences in the beginning. But we
      must ponder over the fact why we undergo these experiences. Otherwise
      we will be the losers. We will become slaves of these experiences and
      can never achieve fulfillment or contentment.
      ~ ~ ~
      When adversities overtake us, we blame God and complain that He is
      blind to our misfortunes. But if we indulge in a little
      introspection, we will realise that our faults are so enormous that
      we are utterly unworthy of His grace and, in spite of that we are
      able to get food, shelter and clothing. It is due to the abundant
      mercy of God. We must consider the difficulties we encounter as a
      blessing in disguise.


      You're happy, aren't you?


      She won the right to raise their child by demonstrating to a dumbstruck judge what she could manage: she changed the baby's diaper with her teeth.

      While ruthlessly cleaning off my desk one morning, determined to make a clearing amidst the clutter before a 10:30 appointment, I came across some saved newspaper clippings in a folder labeled, "Happiness, etc." Crumpling them up with nary a glance, one by one, I was just about to toss out something from The New York Times when a dazzling smile caught my eye.

      "Celestine Tate Harrington, 42," read the headline. The paper itself was wrinkled and a little torn, but the hefty black woman in the picture was precisely as she'd been three years before, looking out jovially from her obituary.

      "Celestine Tate Harrington, a quadriplegic street musician whose buoyant personality and unremitting chutzpah brought astounded smiles to everyone who watched her play the keyboard with her lips and tongue, died on February 25th at age 42 of complications resulting from a traffic accident. At 4-feet, 10 inches and 190-pounds, and performing daily on an electric synthesizer, she cut a remarkable figure as she lay on her stomach, head up, moving swiftly through the city streets on a motorized gurney that she guided through a steering device worked by her chin."

      I looked again at the photograph. Celestine Harrington appeared to be chuckling in response to somebody or something outside our view, and you could almost hear the deep and easy laughter, full-throated and hearty.

      The obituary continued: "Born with a congenital joint condition that eroded the connective tissue in her arms and legs, leaving them immobile stubs, she never seemed to consider herself disabled. In 1974, she was courted and wed by a nursing home aide at the rehabilitation clinic where she lived at the time, and they had one child, a daughter. Her husband's death a year later led the courts to seek custody, but she won the right to raise their child by demonstrating to a dumbstruck judge what she could manage: she changed the baby's diaper with her teeth.

      "Mrs. Harrington was a beloved presence to people on the Atlantic City Boardwalk. One of the many friends with whom she formed close relationships was Camille LeClair, owner of the fast food restaurant for which Mrs. Harrington made deliveries. After getting word of the death, Mrs. LeClair recalled last week that on one occasion when Mrs. Harrington was in her house, 'I said to Celestine, "Why does God allow me to [walk all around] but you have to struggle so much?" Celestine said, "That's why I'm here. To remind you to count your blessings, every day."'"
      - stories about other people: http://www.aish.com/spirituality/growth/Happiness3_etc..asp



      Japanese gardens: planting poetry

      Like haiku poetry, the Japanese garden is a marvel of structure and simplicity


      The winds that blow –

      ask them, which leaf of the tree

      will be the next to go.

      Soseki (1865-1915)

      Translated by

      Harold G. Henderson


      But the bones of the garden – and Mr. Powell's heart – are the 25 tons of boulders used to create a symbolic mountainscape. He ponders each of his sandstone boulders as one would consider a great art purchase. Moving them around in the garden is painstaking work requiring a small forklift. He sets one down, steps back, considers and moves it around the way other designers shuffle begonias.

      "I spend hours thinking about rocks, and I'm faster than most," he says.


      The Zen of a garden is more about the daily care (originally sand, gravel is the accepted interpretation). As focal points they lull, they calm. The gardens' low maintenance has become identified with a lifestyle that is more contemplative, introspective.

      It is the garden's symbolic offering of harmony –among people and nature and heaven – that appeals to Mr. Davis and Ms. Barksdale. A garden, they believe, encourages the observer to look inward to find peace and tranquility. And then there is the simplest conceit of all: beauty. "We offer both curb appeal and personal well-being," says Ms. Barksdale.

      Coolness in Summer

      In all this cool

      Is the moon also sleeping?

      There, in the pool?

      Ryusui (1691-1758)

      Translated by Harold G.


      Read the entire story: http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/features/housegarden2/071504cckthgJapaneseGardens.2ffc7f1e2.html



      In search of Zen and oneness in flight


      Herald Writer

      There are the practical aspects of landing a small plane: Flying a left- or right-hand pattern around the airport, holding a specific altitude, and lining up with the runway, high or low, or a bit left or right.

      There is another aspect, the one that I am after: The experience of absolute absorption into, and complete integration with, the universe.

      Zen. The Zone.

      Some people golf, some play tennis. You can get in the zone driving. You can get in the zone doing yoga.

      The Japanese have a ceremony in which they simply pour tea. That's all. They pour tea, and while they pour tea they allow themselves to be completely integrated in the act of pouring tea, and in so doing, they become one with the universe.

      You can do the same thing flying a light airplane toward the ground at high speed only to raise the nose at the last second -- in the last foot off the runway -- and fly it there: one foot (six inches is better) off the runway, hanging it there, feeling the airspeed decay, the tires barely squeaking as they kiss the runway.

      Some people call this a well-executed landing. I call it Zen and complete integration with the universe.

      And with an instructor from Silver Express flight school along, I plan to get ``in the zone.''

      ~ ~ ~

      Read the rest of the article: http://www.miami.com/mld/miamiherald/news/local/states/florida/counties/miami-dade/cities_neighborhoods/south/9260185.htm?ERIGHTS=-5528239683980917422miami::jerry@...&KRD_RM=7pqotrnuunwswpswosnnnnnnnn|jerry|N

      You'll probably have to fill out a brief subsciption form, but there are many good articles from the Miami Herald, so it's worth the two minutes it takes to fill out the form.  --Jerry


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