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#2977 - Monday, November 5, 2007 - Editor: Gloria Lee

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    #2977 - Monday, November 5, 2007 - Editor: Gloria Lee Nondual Highlights - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights ... The play of concepts is endless.
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      #2977 - Monday, November 5, 2007 - Editor: Gloria Lee


      The play of concepts is endless. Concepts about the body, the mind,
      spirit, universe, cosmos, big bang, small bang, how the world came into
      being, shiva, shakti, etc.

      And then there are concepts about concepts, and thoughts about the
      nature of thoughts!

      What to do? The questions are thoughts and the answers are thoughts.

      And thinking about questions and answers requires thoughts.

      What to do?

      Nothing to do.

      The quicksand of concepts entangles one more and more, the more
      seriously one takes them. It is the stuff of religion, philosophy,
      spirituality, great writers, great thinkers,  great teachers, great
      leaders, etc.

      The presumption to understand, teach, and help others to improve
      themselves reveals the unrelenting grip of the ego.

      But the ego is not bad. It is something natural. It arises as a natural

      The wise say, that, "I am the doer" notion is bondage.

      The real method to self knowledge is simple.

      To go to the root of the ego or the mind, one needs to become aware of
      one's complete helplessness. That takes time. That takes spiritual
      maturity.  To feel truly that 'not my will Lord, but thy will be done'. In
      doing so, the surrender can take place  and one can naturally do what
      one is destined to do.

      If by Grace, one can bring the awareness upon its own essence, to see
      and feel its own essential being, that is all that needs to be done. That
      is all that can be done!

      In this awareness, one can stare at the originating point of thoughts
      and feelings and symbols and visions which rise in it, and see itself as
      the source, not as a thought but as a well of being that perpetually
      springs forth in itself and dissolves in itself never losing its
      inherent quality of naturalness, sat-chit-ananda.

      It is the essence of simplicity. Pure Being. That is what Sri Ramana
      taught. To be aware of the "I AM" as feeling/awareness. That is the
      direct practice. To be simply aware of yourself.

      Spiritual practitioners seek complex and glamorous practices leading to
      rich experiences and knowledge. This is good as well. All according to
      one's inclinations.

      But there are some who have consumed enough knowledge and enough
      experiences and lose the desire for any of it. Spontaneously, the
      directness of one's own awareness manifests as one's own self. One's Own
      Self is the Self of all. One Heart. Same Heart. All Heart.

      Love to all

      originally posted to HarshaSatsangh on October 31, 2003

      Alan Larus photos

      If I say "wind in pine"
      Will you hear it?
      Only waves of air
      Washing around inside you
      Through limbs of trees
      You planted there long ago
      Or yesterday
      Will deliver my words to you alive
      Will carry you into
      The pure wonder of wildness
      Like a dry needle swept into the sky.

      — Garth Gilchrist

      I used to ask,
      ‘What forced me on this way,
      What promise have I made?’

      For so the story goes

      Nights with tea and laughs about
      Another time, other names
      Another place

      But ‘neti neti’ saves us from the maze
      The goal’s  ahead
      This ship is sailing in a steady state

      Till traces in the dust show clear.
      Closer to the end,
      What it takes to bring us here

      How many times the narrow path
      The river, row of horses 
      A room of stone with a view so blue

      How many times
      The painted letters on the cloth
       Turning in the draft

      Until the door is opening
      with silence and your face

      I used to ask,
      Yet it was never mine the oath
      In the middle of the field,
      unnoticed, the centre moves
      back into place
      from dark green hills
      and dirty towns
      every echo
      has come home
      the mountain
      the wind
      the way of the white clouds

      -- Alan Larus


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