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      The Nondual Highlights
      #2169 - Thursday, June 9, 2005 - Editor: Jerry Katz
       
      Highlights Home Page and Archive: http://nonduality.com/hlhome.htm  
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      This issue is a Goddess Sandwich. Mmmmmm. Thin slices of Ireland 'tween thicks of fruity, nutty, grainy heart-iness.
       
      Thanks to Martha, Gabriel, and Vicki for these contributions.
       
       
       

       
       
      Zen Judaism (contributed by Martha Ramsey)

                          * If there is no self,
                          whose arthritis is this?

                          * Be here now.
                          Be someplace else later.
                          Is that so complicated?

                          * Drink tea and nourish life.
                          With the first sip... joy.
                          With the second... satisfaction.
                          With the third, peace.
                          With the fourth, a danish.

                          * Wherever you go, there you are.
                          Your luggage is another story.

                          * Accept misfortune as a blessing.
                          Do not wish for perfect health
                          or a life without problems.
                          What would you talk about?

                          * The journey of a thousand miles
                          begins with a single "oy".

                          * There is no escaping karma.
                          In a previous life, you never called,
                          you never wrote, you never visited.
                          And whose fault was that?

                          * Zen is not easy.
                          It takes effort to attain nothingness.
                          And then what do you have?
                          Bupkes.

                          * The Tao does not speak.
                          The Tao does not blame.
                          The Tao does not take sides.
                          The Tao has no expectations.
                          The Tao demands nothing of others.
                          The Tao is not Jewish.

                          * Breathe in. Breathe out.
                          Breathe in. Breathe out.
                          Forget this, and attaining Enlightenment
                          will be the least of your problems.

                          * Be patient and achieve all things.
                          Be impatient and achieve all things faster.

                          * To Find the Buddha, look within.
                          Deep inside you are ten thousand flowers.
                          Each flower blossoms ten thousand times.
                          Each blossom has ten thousand petals.
                          You might want to see a specialist.

                          * To practice Zen and the art of Jewish
                          motorcycle maintenance, do the following:
                          get rid of the motorcycle.
                          What were you thinking?

                          * Be aware of your body.
                          Be aware of your perceptions.
                          Keep in mind that not every physical
                          sensation is a symptom of terminal illness.

                          * The Torah says,"Love thy neighbor as thyself.
                          The Buddha says there is no "self."
                          So maybe you are off the hook.

                        * The Buddha taught that one should practice loving
      kindness to all sentient beings.
      Still, would it kill you to find a nice sentient being
      who happens to be Jewish?
       

       
       
       
      Gabriel Rosenstock
      (Selection from a work in progress)

       

      BLIAIN AN BHANDÉ

                                   Year of the Goddess

       

       

       

                                          ~

       

      One does not often think of the tripartite goddess who gave her name to Ireland -  Éire, Banba, Fódla - not to mention other goddesses who have left their trace on the landscape, Danu of the Paps of Danu for instance.

       

      Devotional poetry in India goes by the name of bhakti. In the heel of the hunt, a bhakta does not really adore or pine for any god or  goddess; as with Mirabai’s love affair with Krishna, what is sought is the brightness of eternal brightness, our shared Self.

       

      Some words are ‘shaded’ in the text to allow for another reading of a line, or a faint echo, a game much cherished by the Celtic poets of of yore.

       

       

       

      Suan

       

      Ní thagann orm suan

      Nuair nach gcodlaíonn Tusa riamh

      Cé eile d’fhairfeadh do dhúiseacht

      Ach an té a dhúisigh mé?

       

       

      Sleep

       

      Sleep does not come to me

      You never slumber

      Who else to keep watch over Your wakefulness

      But the one You awakened?

       

       


       

      Mouna – tostdán

       

      Tostdán amháin a dhéanfaidh cúis

      A raghadh go broinn Do thosta

      Sularbh ann do na siollaí

      Don mheadaracht

      Is don rím

       

      Tostdán Do bheith ionam an chéad lá

       

      An mhaidin úd nuair nárbh ann ach D’fholt

      Sular fhéachas isteach i Do dhá shúil ghorma

       

      Sular tháinig D’osnasa chun mo bhéil

       

      Mouna – poem of silence

       

      Only a poem of silence will suffice

      To penetrate the womb of Your silence

      Before syllables were created

      Metre

      Or rhyme

       

      The silent poem of my first being in You

       

      That morning when there was nothing but Your hair

      Before I looked into Your blue eyes

       

      Before Your sigh came to my lips

       




       

      Iomann

       

      Is Tú an neantóg

      Is Tú an chopóg

      Is Tú an phian

      Is tú an balsam

      Is Tú an scáth

      Is Tú an ghrian

      Is Tú an oíche a chlúdaíonn iad go léir

      Is eol Duitse go cruinn

      Cathain a stopfaidh na héin dá n-iomann

      Is nuair a thosnóidh arís

      Mar i gciúnas do chroí

      Is Tú a chéadchum na nótaí

       

      Hymn

       

      You are the nettle

      You the dock leaf

      You the pain

      You the balm

      You the shade

      You the sun

      Night that cloaks all

      You know precisely

      When birds must cease their hymn

      And when it will start all over again:

      In the silence of Your heart

      The notes were first composed

       

       

       

       

      Bandia buí

       

      Bonsai.

      Craptha.

      Istigh.

       

      Ní chuirfidh sé eolas ar Do bhliain

      Ná ar mhí seo na gcaisearbhán

      Atá chomh buí sin

      Gur buí ar feadh na maidine é

      Éamh na bhfaoileán


       

       

       

      Goddess in yellow

       

      Bonsai.

      Stunted.

      Within.

       

      It will never know Your year

      Or this month of dandelions

      So yellow

      That all morning

      Even the cry of seagulls is yellow

       

       


       

       

      Vicki Woodyard

       

      The Void

      Are you allowed more than one leap into the void?  Because I am thinking
      that one will never be enough.  Sometimes I stand right on the very edge
      of personal eclipse and take a giant leap.  It doesn't take me long to
      discover that apparently I am unable to distinguish the void from the
      voice in my head. Yadda, yadda, yadda says the would-be jumper.

      The void is a terrible place to be, apparently.  No one ever returns to
      describe it to us.  Unless they make a movie about it with Drew
      Barrymore, no one will ever know.  Some days I am strongly drawn to
      jump,  hoping to avoid more of me, myself and I--the eternal triangle.
      All we do is fight.

      The void cannot be reached nor plumbed.  Bennifer can't go
      there....ever.  There are no reruns of the void.  No hand-stamping or
      thumb-wrestling can ever get you back in.  Ooh, I'm scared.  What if the
      void sneaks up on me while I am asleep or watching Oprah.  Will it wait
      while I go tinkle?  I dare it to do its worst.

      I usually blame things on my mother or on the related fact that she did
      not send me to kindergarten.  All excuses are rejected by the void.  It
      is kin to her in that respect.  I should have done more, Mr.
      Void....Mrs. Void,  Ms. Void.

      Okay, I am running on.  But so does the void.  I must have the last
      word......make that....an...echo.....

      Vicki Woodyard
      http://www.bobwoodyard.com

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