#1966 - Sunday, October 31, 2004 - Editor: Gloria
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One Heart -- Li-Young Lee
Look at the birds. Even flying
out of nothing. The first sky
is inside you, friend, open
at either end of day.
The work of wings
was always freedom, fastening
one heart to every falling thing.
~ Li-Young Lee ~(Book of My Nights)
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To subscribe to Panhala, send a blank email to Panhalaemail@example.com(left button to play, right button to save)#1966 - Sunday, October 31, 2004 - Editor: GloriaDo not go where the path may lead,
go instead where there is no path
and leave a trail.
- Ralph Waldo EmersonBen Hassine ~ Awakened Awareness
Awareness cannot be taught, and when it is present it has no context. All contexts are created by thought and are therefore corruptible by thought. Awareness simply throws light on what is, without any separation whatsoever.
Toni PackerAlan Larus photos: http://www.ferryfee.com/bluesky/tanum_2.htmJan Roxborough ~ Awakened AwarenessBeyond the Thinking Mind.
Become at ease with the state of "not knowing."
This takes you beyond mind
because the mind is always trying to conclude and interpret.
It is afraid of not knowing.
So, when you can be at ease with not knowing,
you have already gone beyond the mind.
A deeper knowing that is non-conceptual then arises out of that state.
~ Eckhart TolleAlan Larus, writing from NorwayToday they destroyed the last grocery shop ( what are they are called
when it's not a supermarket?) selling over the counter only.
It has been there since I was a child with two and three generations at most
A little bit like entering the twilight zone.
Now as it was next to Ikea it is removed to give way to a new road out of
their parking area.
We used to have a shop like that at my summerhouse too.
The owner was old and had problems walking, so he had a bucket under the
counter in front of his chair.
He used it when there was nobody in the shop , or only children and our
parents still will not believe it.
He had no refrigerator so we could only buy milk the day it arrived with the
And once he bought a lot of water damaged sanitary binds, and opened
everything so it could dry all over the shop.
His brother, a fisherman Haakon was called Polite Haakon because he would
take of his cap and bow to everyone, even us children
Some friends of mine rented the first floor of his house.
It was of particular interest of us to look at a picture that was
turned against the wall, we called it the sea corpse, it was a man with a
And somebody knew it was a relative of Haakon painted after he was fished
out of the sea.
Quite often Haakon would laugh very loud upstairs, the floorboards were not
very thick and we where told not to laugh too since he was doing it in an attempt to
hide his problems with gas.
Later when his brother moved to the home for the elderly, people not
believing he was very polite could come to see him every day at five o' clock.
He would call his brother from the telephone boot outside the new
And when the phone was picked up in the other end,
he took of his cap and hit his head onto the window as he bowed.
AlanAl Larus - 3 photos: http://www.ferryfee.com/bluesky/tanum_1.htmSherab ~ Daily Dharma"In meditation and in our daily lives there are
three qualities that we can nurture, cultivate
and bring out. We already possess these, but they
can be ripened: precision, gentleness, and the
ability to let go. When the Buddha taught, he
didn't say that we were bad people or that there
was some sin that we had committed that made us
more ignorant than clear, more harsh than gentle,
more closed than open. He taught that there is a
kind of innocent misunderstanding that we all
share, something that can be turned around,
corrected, and seen through, as if we were in a
dark room and someone showed us where the light
switch was. It isn't a sin that we are in the
dark room. It's just an innocent situation, but
how fortunate that someone shows us where the
light switch is. It brightens up our life
considerably. We can start to read books, to see
one another's faces, to discover the colors of
the walls, to enjoy the little animals that creep
in and out of the room.
"In the same way, if we see our so-called
limitations with clarity, precision, gentleness,
goodheartedness, and kindness and, having seen
them fully, then let go, open further, we begin
to find that our world is more vast and more
refreshing and fascinating than we had realized
before. In other words, the key to feeling more
whole and less shut off and shut down is to be
able to see clearly who we are and what we're
From the book, "Awakening Loving-Kindness,"
published by Shambhala.
Here's your Daily Poem from the Poetry Chaikhana --
I find you, Lord, in all Things and in all
By Rainer Maria Rilke
(1875 - 1926)
Translated by Stephen Mitchell
I find you, Lord, in all Things and in all
my fellow creatures, pulsing with your life;
as a tiny seed you sleep in what is small
and in the vast you vastly yield yourself.
The wondrous game that power plays with Things
is to move in such submission through the world:
groping in roots and growing thick in trunks
and in treetops like a rising from the dead.
--from Ahead of All Parting: The Selected Poetry and Prose of Rainer Maria Rilke, trans. Stephen MitchellSherab ~ Daily Dharma"If your principal witness is a judgmental
authority figure, it may be hard to lighten up.
Let's say you're meditating, but there is another
'you' standing behind you with a stick, saying,
'You're thinking again, You're always thinking!
Whack! There goes the tonglen bell and you didn't
practice tonglen for even a second! Smack! You
say to yourself 'I can't do this, I'm hopeless.'
Then you beat yourself up and forget all about
gentleness, or if you remember, you say, 'Your
not gentle! Whack!'
"That kind of witness is a bit heavy. So lighten
up. Don't make such a big deal. The key to
feeling at home with your body, mind and
emotions, to feeling worthy to live on this
planet, comes from being able to lighten up.
"Once on retreat I was reading some traditional
text that talked about bliss and special
experiences, and I began to feel wretched. I felt
poverty-stricken about never having had any
experiences that felt like bliss, clarity, or
luminosity. I began to feel depressed that I
didn't measure up to any of these glowing words.
Fortunately, I put that book down and picked up
something simple about just being alive with who
you are right now - nothing special, no big deal,
ordinary: just keep your eyes open, keep your
ears open, stay awake. Those simple instructions
began to cheer me up, because I felt that I could
follow them."~Pema Chödrön
From the book, "Start Where You Are," published
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1570628394/AngelincSUNSETAlan Larus photos: http://www.ferryfee.com/bluesky/tanum_3.htm
A Ritual to Read to Each Other
If you don't know the kind of person I am
and I don't know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.
For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke.
And as elephants parade holding each elephant's tail,
but if one wanders the circus won't find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.
And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should consider
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.
For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give - yes or no, or maybe
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.
by William Stafford, from The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems © Graywolf Press.