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#2202 - Thursday, July 14, 2005 - Editor: Jerry Katz

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    #2202 - Thursday, July 14, 2005 - Editor: Jerry Katz Highlights Home Page and Archive: http://nonduality.com/hlhome.htm Letter to the Editors: Click Reply on
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      #2202 - Thursday, July 14, 2005 - Editor: Jerry Katz
      Highlights Home Page and Archive: http://nonduality.com/hlhome.htm  

      Letter to the Editors: Click 'Reply' on your email program, compose your message, and 'Send'. All the editors will see your letter

      In this issue are some poems from a book called Darshan Poems by Naomi Kasnitz. I doubt you'll ever find a copy. They are poems to her Guru, whoever that was.

      The old woman in white embraces the knees
         of the Guru,
      and she becomes a bride again.
      The pink embroidered roses on her saree
      ~ ~ ~
      The mother with an infant on her hip
      leans over to catch a glimpse of the Guru.
      Her hair brushing across the baby's face
      is the universe celebrating its potency.
      ~ ~ ~
      What kind of love is this?
      I give him an apple,
      and he gives me
      an orchard,
      apple blossoms,
      apple cider,
      apple pies.
      ~ ~ ~
      I don't want enlightenment or the life
         to come.
      What do I care for salvation,
      I only want perfect moment
      at my lover's feet.
      ~ ~ ~
      A huge door opens,
      A man's colossal form completely fills
        the doorway.
      Don't be afraid:
      He is as loving as he is gigantic.
      ~ ~ ~
      Slowly I open my eyes and look down.
      In the valley of my folded legs,
      my folded hands appear
      like two old friends.
      ~ ~ ~
      He strides down the aisle,
      and we become
      an undulating field of grass.
      ~ ~ ~
      To accept the Guru!
      You might as well try to accept
      an avalanche,
      the fire that's burning up your house,
      a hungry tiger stalking your heart.
      ~ ~ ~
      Your mystery is an open door
      on the rock face of the mountain,
      an old man appearing from nowhere
      on a starlit road.
      ~ ~ ~
      The perfect balance of student and instructor;
      as the questions grow more complex,
      the answers grow more simple.
      ~ ~ ~
      I dreamt that I was calling out your name,
         and weeping;
      I woke up listening to the rain.
      ~ ~ ~
      Take him!
      Possess him!
      Claim him as your own!
      Don't be shy or stupid.
      Tell me,
      what good can someone else's
      God and Guru
      do for you?
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