#2098 - Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Nondual Highlights Issue #2098 Wednesday, March 30, 2005
I buried us in a shallow grave at dawn
tucked under the aloe spikes,
those flowers thirsting for sun heat.
Each dawn is a new death,
a shedding of the skin,
as the hours of yesterday fall away
while our words turn to silence
and the touch of hands fades.
We died wrapped around each other
in the night. We breathe this new day
where all has changed, imperceptibly,
a shift in the light, a turn of your head,
a new note in your song, an urgency
to our longing, and we live a lifetime
in the suns crossing till again
silence returns and our words die.
Our love is this prayer of ourselves
within each other, this dance
of a thousand deaths followed by
these daily rebirths into ecstasy.
© Zen Oleary, March 29, 2005, posted to SufiMystic
I keep weeping for you, my soul,
good sir, gently trying to let you see
the nature of what you love.
Not even the shadow
of an iron anchor
will last from here.
Remember the truth
that you are.
the truth that you are.
- Lalla, from the book, Naked Song, translated by Coleman Barks, published by Maypop, posted to DailyDharma
There is nothing to practice. To know
yourself, be yourself. To be yourself,
stop imagining yourself to be this or
that. Just be. Let your true nature
emerge. Don't disturb your mind with
- Nisargadatta Maharaj, from I Am That - Talks with Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj, posted to JustThis
Buddha says the greatest joy in life is freedom: freedom from all prejudices, freedom from all scriptures, freedom from all concepts and ideologies, freedom from all desires, freedom from all possessiveness and jealousy, freedom from all hatred, anger, rage, lust... in short, freedom from everything, so that you are just a pure consciousness, unbounded, unlimited. That is the greatest joy, and it is possible -- it is within everybody's grasp. You just have to grope for it a little. The groping will be in the dark, but it is not far away. If you try, if you make an effort, you are bound to find it. It is your birthright.
- Osho, posted to MillionPaths
hugging and kissing
in the morning
Did you grow
from a single seed
Or was it
that split you
beneath the setting
till that phoenix
alighted your branches
and the two of you
Isn't it divine
that you are
on this magnificent
your love for each other
the waxing moon;
sing their evening song...
And they burst
into glorious color
with the coming
of the dawn
Twirling to the earth
in the twinling of an eye,
but the phoenix returns
and new leaves
as the trees further merge
Douglas E. Fireman, July 20, 2003 posted to AdvaitaToZen
All the worlds major religions stress the importance of cultivating love and compassion. In the Buddhist philosophical tradition, different levels of attainment are described. At a basic level, compassion is understood mainly in terms of empathy - our ability to enter into and, to some extent, share others' suffering. But Buddhists - and perhaps others - believe that this can be developed to such a degree that not only does our compassion arise without any effort, but it is unconditional, undifferentiated, and universal in scope. A feeling of intimacy toward all other sentient beings, including of course those who would harm us, is generated, which is likened in literature to the love a mother has for her only child.
- His Holiness, the Dalai Lama, from the book, Ethics for the New Millennium, published by Riverhead Books, New York, posted to DailyDharma