#2334 - Saturday, November 26, 2005
Nondual Highlights Issue #2334 Saturday, November 26, 2005
If you asked me
what it was like
the best description I could give
is to cry and smile
and tell you
how much I love you.
Even that does not do it.
But you know it anyway,
what I cannot say,
what is always said
and I am saying now.
Just let go
of trying to
figure it out
that this moment
is as it should be.
- posted to firstname.lastname@example.org
As you continue to meditate on compassion, when you see someone suffer, your first response becomes not mere pity but deep compassion. You feel for that person respect and even gratitude, because you now know that whoever prompts you to develop compassion by his or her suffering is in fact giving you one of the greatest gifts of all, as you are being helped to develop that very quality you need most in your progress toward enlightenment.
That is why we say in Tibet that the beggar who is asking you for money, or the sick, old woman wringing your heart, may be the buddhas in disguise, manifesting on your path to help you grow in compassion and so move toward buddahood.
- Sogyal Rinpoche, from Glimpse After Glimpse published by Harper Row.
Nothing can make you happier than you
are. All search for happiness is misery
and leads to more misery. The only
happiness worth the name is the natural
happiness of conscious being.
- Nisargadatta Maharaj, I Am That - Talks with Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj, The Acorn Press, 1973
The present difficulty is that the man thinks that he is the doer. But it is a mistake. It is the Higher Power which does everything and the man is only a tool. If he accepts that position he is free from troubles; otherwise he courts them.
- Shri Ramana Maharshi, posted to MillionPaths
Soul of all souls, life of all life
you are That.
Seen and unseen, moving and unmoving
you are That.
The road that lead to the City is endless;
Go without head or feet
and you'll already be there.
What else could you be? -
you are that.
- Rumi, Quatrain 419, version by Jonathan Star, In the Arms of the Beloved, Jeremy P. Tarcher/Putnam, 1997