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    #3406 - Thursday, January 8, 2009 - Editor: Jerry Katz The Nonduality Highlights - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights ... mace mealer s poetry has
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      #3406 - Thursday, January 8, 2009 - Editor: Jerry Katz

      The Nonduality Highlights - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights 
       

       
       
      mace mealer's poetry has appeared in the Highlights over 50 times, the earliest appearance in issue #480. Now mace has written a hard cover book featuring nearly 700 of his poems. The poems read smoothly, have different flavors and tones, and get different themes across: compassion, silence, children, eternality, release, emptiness, nothing, as-is-ness, enlightnement. The volume is reminder after reminder, pointer after pointer of what is essential and important in life, and mainly it's about being human and watching ourselves as we step through the world. You'll feel that mace mealer knows you slightly better than you know yourself, and that he wanted the difference to be slight.
       
      The book is entitled Alethea at Aphelion, A Book By God and Mace, by William Mace Mealer.
       
       
      Here are a few of the poems:
       
      New Year
       
      Winter sky is hard and high
      framed by ice glistening bough
      wherein the wind of velvet sky
      does not the Heart's red flame allow.
      But in the houses down below
      beneath the shadows of the snow,
      in blankets that are big and small,
      sleep the children of us all.
      There the Heart burns bright and clear,
      to show the way for this New Year.
       
      Poet's Coin
       
      Intent is rarely free of impurities.
      But like the gold in our teeth,
      too pure is too soft
      to let us chew our food.
      With just a little hypocrisy,
      let us speak
      of wind and rain and love.
       
      Originality
       
      In the maelstrom of existence
      Nothing is repeated,
      nothing.
      Every grain of sand
      that falls
      through the hourglass
      is infinitely different
      than the one before.
      Even the smallest action
      is ultimately
      never repeated.
      It is easy to mistake
      the same for the similar.
      Be assured, the next
      thought you have,
      emotion you feel,
      action you take,
      will be miraculously
      original.
       
      Doorways
       
      Once there was an old monk
      who practiced his meditation
      by getting up early in the morning
      before anyone else was up and
      seating himself in the middle of a
      small doorway in the monastery
      where many had to pass on their
      way to their appointed duties.
      This practice greatly impeded
      the movement of his fellow monks
      as they found it necessary to leap
      over him to be on their way.
      The result being that he was often
      kicked in the process, not always
      accidentally, and therefore
      he was frequently covered in bruises.
      When the frustration of the other
      monks rose to a fevered pitch they
      voiced their complaints to the Revered
      Teacher of the monastery and requested
      that he intervene.
      Calling the old monk before him
      the Teacher asked him why he found
      it necessary to practice his meditation
      in this way. He replied,
      "I find that I dislike others and I
      am easily distracted"
      At this the Teacher smiled and
      asked the old mink to resume
      his practice.
       
      So Darn Cute
       
      My ego is like a little boy,
      I have to love him,
      he's so darn cute.
      He likes to think he's
      SO important.
      He loves toys
      and his sweets,
      and what an imagination!
      One day a Cowboy,
      the next an Indian,
      or an ancient learned Sage.
      I'm never cruel to him
      because he reminds me
      what it is to be human,
      but I never give him
      the keys to the car.
       
      A Visit
       
      Lonelineness stopped by
      for a visit last night.
      He must have heard me
      polishing memories
      of holding my kids.
      It's been a while
      since he and I were
      constant companions.
      I understand him
      better now.
      So I made some
      tea and we talked
      a while.
      He tells me
      business is good.
       
      Earl and Sam
       
      I once knew a man named Earl,
      all in all he was a pretty ordinary guy.
      With one notable exception,
      he was liked by everyone,
      and I mean everyone!
      I never heard anyone say
      a bad thing about Earl, ever!
      It took me a while but I think
      I figured out why.
      He never thought ill of others.
      He just didn't do it, and everyone
      just somehow knew it.
      I also knew a guy named Sam
      whose nature was kind of bitter.
      Sam had something nasty to say
      about just about everyone,
      except Earl, who to this day
      I believe was his only
      True Friend.
       
      Art
       
      Every artist
      has a flaw
      written on their forehead,
      visible to everyone,
      but themselves,
      expressed
      in every aspect of work.
      Ultimately,
      the expression
      of perfection
      in the work
      of any artist,
      is dependent on
      the artist
      becoming intimately aware
      of this flaw,
      and not attempting
      to remove it.
       
      The Secret
       
      The miraculous secret
      of the most profound truth
      is in its simplicity,
      to know it,
      begin by giving freely
      of that which you cherish most.
       
      To Know Another
       
      Say "non duality" to no ear
      and only the silence smiles back
      at your naivety.
      Say it to one other,
      and you have created
      its counterpart.
      Say it to thousands
      and you have given birth
      to a grand hypocrisy.
      This one finds it easy
      to recognize grand hypocrisies
      having postulated so very many.
       
       

       
      I'm going to print more in the next issue. Over 700 poems in the book. Alethea at Aphelion, A Book By God and Mace, by William Mace Mealer.
       
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