- ... Archived issues of the NDHighlights are available online: http://nonduality.com/hlhome.htm Nondual Highlights Issue #2384 - Sunday, February 5, 2006 -Message 1 of 1 , Feb 5, 2006View SourceNondual HighlightsIssue #2384 - Sunday, February 5, 2006 - Editor: Gloria Lee
Winter, in the eleventh month
Snow falls thick and fast.
A thousand mountains, one color.
People of the world passing this way are few.
Dense grass conceals the door.
All night in silence, a few woodchips burn slowly
As I read the poems of the ancients.
- Taken from "One Robe, One Bowl The Zen Poetry of Ryokan"
trans. by John Stevens(1981) WeatherhillExposed on the cliffs of the heart
Exposed on the cliffs of the heart. Look, how tiny down there,
look: the last village of words and, higher,
(but how tiny) still one last
farmhouse of feeling. Can you see it?
Exposed on the cliffs of the heart. Stoneground
under your hands. Even here, though,
something can bloom; on a silent cliff-edge
an unknowing plant blooms, singing, into the air.
But the one who knows? Ah, he began to know
and is quiet now, exposed on the cliffs of the heart.
While, with their full awareness,
many sure-footed mountain animals pass
or linger. And the great sheltered bird flies, slowly
circling, around the peak's pure denial.--But
without a shelter, here on the cliffs of the heart...
Rainer Maria Rilke
(trans. by Stephen Mitchell)posted by Mazie Lane to Allspirit
I am in love with the winter sky today; in love with the smudged charcoal and cool steelthat somehow lend a certain substance...a certain reality. Its soft light is soothing to theeyes today. There are colors in the world...but it is as if they wish to be less obtrusive,more subtle...easy. Even sound travels through this thickness differently. It is muffledand more gentle. Mood is neither buoyant, nor does it sink under this weight, which israther like a gray wool about my shoulders. The whole world feels somehow soft...listening...and very present. As the winter sky becomes the night sky once again, I think:What sky shall I love tomorrow?The clouds that wander through the sky have no roots, no home,
Nor do the distinctive thoughts floating through the mind.
Once the Self-mind is seen,
-Tilopa, "The Song of Mahamudra"
From "Teachings of the Buddha," edited by Jack Kornfield, 1993true faith
is what remains
after you lose
all your beliefs.
yosyposted to AllspiritResistance does not mean walls and fences,nonresistance does not mean open space.If you can understand in this way,mind and matter are fundamentally the same.
From "The Pocket Zen Reader," edited by Thomas Cleary, 1999Alan Larus writing from:A picture of my friend Steinar last weekendas we crossed the lake Sandungen( = Sandy child : )From Stranda ( = The beach, it is down below : ) on the west coast.
I prefer cross-country skiing.
Most of the winter I ski on the east side of the country.
The hills and mountains are not so steep.
Here it is possible to find a flow deep into the forest,
and there is no shaking of the body as with running.
The right rhythm requires little energy and gives a pleasant heat in the body.
On the west coast the mountains are steep, there are vast areas without people or tracks
and skiing here is a different story : )
We are breaking all the rules.
There are no positions, no asanas.
But in all this crazy movement:
tumbling, falling, flowing
down the mountain, exploding
through cornices, jumping
over sudden bumps & smashing
the edges of our skis into hard ice
there is something inside us
which moves less & less,
slows & finally stops.
It happens first in powder:
you float motionless
above both skis & skier,
inside, above & below the snow,
watching yourself make perfect turns,
not just in snow, through time
& frosty air: You have let go
of your skis, & at last, they obey.
Neither gravity nor friction
nor muscles make them turn,
but only love - powder yoga.
Motionless motion, timeless time,
high-speed quiet, high-tension repose:
the self no longer skis, no up, no down,
no discipline, no freedom, no contradiction.
Eventually we surprise ourselves
doing powder yoga through the bumps,
in crusty snow or junk,
on blue ice, & one day
even after we kick off our skis.© Lito Tejada-Florespresented with author's permissionfrom: breakthroughonskis© Lito Tejada-Flores