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      Archived issues of the NDHighlights are available online: http://nonduality.com/hlhome.htm

      Nondual Highlights Issue #2551, Saturday, August 12, 2006




      That's all you have to do - just abide in that
      stillness.

      If you know how to be with that stillness without
      looking for
      anything else then that stillness is no longer just a
      stillness and
      that stillness is the Buddha Mind, it is the luminous
      awareness.

      In that stillness you are going to discover your true
      nature.

      The discovery of your true nature is the true
      liberation, is the
      bodhi, is the great awakening.

      - Tulku Thubten Rinpoche, posted to DailyDharma



      Develop the witness attitude and you will
      find in your own experience that detachment
      brings control. The state of witnessing is
      full of power, there is nothing passive about it.

      - Nisargadatta Maharaj, I Am That, posted to AlongTheWay



      Silence is one of the hardest arguments to refute.

      In the depth of my soul there is
      A wordless song - a song that lives
      In the seed of my heart.

      It refuses to melt with ink on Parchment;
      it engulfs my affection
      In a transparent cloak and flows,

      But not upon my lips.

      - Khalil Gibran: Song of the Soul, posted to Mystic_Spirit




      The Ninth Month


      You watch the sensuous movements of the veil.
      Do you know there's a Chinese girl behind it
      whose face you can't see?

      You see a reflection of the real moon
      in all the stones that lie at your feet.

      You're a leaf scattered by an invisible wind.
      Don't you know something's moving you?

      Unless some thought stirs that wind, you don't stir.
      If the wind isn't still, you're not.

      Constellations, planets, your inmost states
      are like camels in a row. You're the last.

      Curl up and drink in the blood
      like a child in heaven's womb.

      You feel a pain in the sphere of your heart,
      but when you lift your head it's gone.

      Your ninth month is Shams' face,
      you, who have been trusted with the secret of both worlds.

      O heart, be patient in this blood
      until the ninth month.

      - Rumi, Love is a Stranger, version by Kabir Helminski, posted to Sunlight



      Mockingbirds


      This morning
      two mockingbirds
      in the green field
      were spinning and tossing

      the white ribbons
      of their songs
      into the air.
      I had nothing

      better to do
      than listen.
      I mean this
      seriously.

      In Greece,
      a long time ago,
      an old couple
      opened their door

      to two strangers
      who were,
      it soon appeared,
      not men at all,

      but gods.
      It is my favorite story-
      how the old couple
      had almost nothing to give

      but their willingness
      to be attentive-
      but for this alone
      the gods loved them

      and blessed them-
      when they rose
      out of their mortal bodies,
      like a million particles of water

      from a fountain,
      the light
      swept into all the corners
      of the cottage,

      and the old couple,
      shaken with understanding,
      bowed down-
      but still they asked for nothing

      but the difficult life
      which they had already.
      And the gods smiled, as they vanished,
      clapping their great wings.

      Wherever it was
      I was supposed to be
      this morning-
      whatever it was I said

      I would be doing-
      I was standing
      at the edge of the field-
      I was hurrying

      through my own soul,
      opening its dark doors-
      I was leaning out;
      I was listening.

      - Mary Oliver



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