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    #3473 - Monday, March 16, 2009 - Editor: Gloria Lee The Nonduality Highlights - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights The truth you believe and cling to
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      #3473 - Monday, March 16, 2009 - Editor: Gloria Lee
      The Nonduality Highlights -
      http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights 
       
       
      The truth you believe and cling to makes you unavailable to hear anything new.

      - Pema Chodron

       

      Your Opinions are the Problem

      Nan-in, a Japanese master during the Meiji era (1868-1912), received a university professor who came to inquire about Zen.

      Nan-in served tea. He poured his visitor’s cup full, and then kept on pouring.

      The professor watched the overflow until he could no longer restrain himself. “It is overfull. No more will go in!”

      “Like this cup,” Nan-in said, “you are full of your own opinions and speculations. How can I show you Zen unless you first empty your cup?”

      –From Zen Flesh, Zen Bones, compiled by Paul Reps and Nyogen Senzaki (Tuttle)



      Different Worlds

      We live in the same world, but in different worlds. The differences come partly from our living in different places. If you live to the east of a mountain and I to the west, my world will have a mountain blocking its sunrises, and yours its sunsets. But—depending on what we want out of the world—our worlds can also differ even when we stand in the same place. A painter, a skier, and a miner looking at a mountain from the same side will see different mountains.

      – Thanissaro Bhikkhu, The Paradox of Becoming


      If you need time to achieve something, it must
      be false. The real is always with you; you need
      not wait to be what you are. Only you must not
      allow your mind to go out of yourself in search. 

       - Nisargadatta Maharaj


      If you wish to move in the One Way,
      do not dislike the worlds of senses and ideas.
      Indeed, to embrace them fully
      is identical with true Enlightenment.
      The wise person attaches to no goals
      but the foolish person fetters himself or herself.
      There is one Dharma, without differentiation.
      Distinctions arise from the clinging needs of the ignorant.
      To seek Mind with the discriminating mind
      is the greatest of mistakes.

      - Seng-ts'an, Third Zen Patriarch

      Hsin Hsin Ming
      Translated by Richard B. Clarke

      posted to Along The Way


       
       
      To Begin With, the Sweet Grass
      (excerpt)
       
      1.
       
      Will the hungry ox stand in the field and not eat
      of the sweet grass?
      Will the owl bite off its own wings?
      Will the lark forget to lift its body in the air or
      forget to sing?
      Will the rivers run upstream?
       
      Behold, I say - behold
      the reliability and the finery and the teachings
      of this gritty earth gift.
       
      2.
       
      Eat bread and understand comfort.
      Drink water, and understand delight.
      Visit the garden where the scarlet trumpets
      are opening their bodies for the hummingbirds
      who are drinking the sweetness, who are
      thrillingly gluttonous.
       
      For one thing leads to another.
      Soon you will notice how stones shine underfoot.
      Eventually tides will be the only calendar you believe in.
       
      And someone's face, whom you love, will be as a star
      both intimate and ultimate,
      and you will be both heart-shaken and respectful.
      And you will hear the air itself, like a beloved, whisper:
      oh, let me, for a while longer, enter the two
      beautiful bodies of your lungs.
       
      7.
       
      What I loved in the beginning, I think, was mostly myself.
      Never mind that I had to, since somebody had to.
      That was many years ago.
      Since then I have gone out from my confinements,
      through with difficulty.
      I mean the ones that thought to rule my heart.
      I cast them out, I put them on the mush pile.
      They will be nourishment somehow (everything is nourishment
      somehow or another).
      And I have become the child of the clouds, and of hope.
      I have become the friend of the enemy, whoever that is.
      I have become older and, cherishing what I have learned,
      I have become younger.
       
      And what do I risk to tell you this, which is all I know?
      Love yourself.  Then forget it.  Then, love the world.
       
      ~ Mary Oliver ~
       
      (Evidence)
       
       
       
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