#2055 - Sunday, February 13, 2005
Nondual Highlights Issue #2055 Sunday, February 13, 2005
running and leaping nonstop
till i catch up
with the fastest rider
vanishing for good
till i reach the soul of the world
very happy i've become
ever since i changed
to a piece of fire
and with this fire
i'll burn my house and
dwell in the desert
i'll soften and humble
i'll change to earth
till i grow your flowers in me
i'll crawl and flow
i'll change myself to water
till i can reach your paradise garden
without pain no healer
will tend me
or give me potions
i'll change to
till i get total healing
ever since i was born
i was thrown into this world
helpless and shivering
like a speck of dust in the air
but as soon as i reach
the end of this journey
and settle down
i'll be secured and tranquil forever
- Rumi, Ghazal 1400. translation by Nader Khalili, from Rumi, Fountain of Fire, posted to Sunlight
Doing something about stress is not the answer!
Two quick ways to practice this: One, in meditation, during which we're
supposed to drop everything and just sit still in the moment; and, two,
when it's time to relax. Instead of reading or watching television, just
sit or lie there and do nothing, do not doing. (It makes conditioning
crazy!) When conditioning tries to regain control ('But what about...?'
'You should...' 'You need to...') at least you will see it coming. How
you are being controlled will be clearer to you. Start small. Just short
periods of time doing nothing. (Isn't that a great phrase? 'Doing
nothing.' It is a koan.) See if you can simply be in your body,
breathing, feeling the life force animating you, aware of your senses,
present, alive! Doing nothing, but being.
- Cheri Huber, who me thinks is related to oh. for those of you who catch that drift...
Blessings to all. May peace and peace and peace be everywhere.
- posted to DailyDharma
Death, as I see it,
is a feast for the subtler me,
is a feast to the delicacies of experience.
If that perceiver, now freed,
can fly beyond this and that,
overcoming the fascination to latch and hold,
the home of all poems will appear before his eyes.
Pure metaphors, like doves or serpents,
will sing to his fully open ears
and the Open one, now freed, will blow right through him.
- David Spero
Love Untitled 48
I inhale you and
my skin peels off.
I lie naked
under the noon sun,
You brush them away
your skin grows on me,
blooms on my rawness
till I am shivering
inside myself inside you.
© Zen Oleary, February 12, 2005, posted to SufiMystic
All prosperity and all adversity, childhood, youth, old age and death, as also suffering, what is known as being immersed in happiness and unhappiness and all the rest of it: all these are the extension of the dense darkness of ignorance.
- Vasitha's Yoga
Sentient beings are in essence buddhas
It is like water and ice.
There is no ice without water,
There are no buddhas outside sentient beings.
What a shame, sentient beings seek afar,
Not knowing what is at hand.
It is like wailing from thirst
In the midst of water.
- Hakuin Ekaku, 1685-1768