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  • markwotter704
    Archived issues of the NDHighlights are available online: http://nonduality.com/hlhome.htm Nonduality Highlights: Issue
    Message 1 of 1 , Jul 5, 2009
      Archived issues of the NDHighlights are available online: http://nonduality.com/hlhome.htm

      Nonduality Highlights: Issue #3583, Saturday, July 4, 2009





      Enigmas

      You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with
      his golden feet?
      I reply, the ocean knows this.
      You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent
      bell? What is it waiting for?
      I tell you it is waiting for time, like you.
      You ask me whom the Macrocystis alga hugs in its arms?
      Study, study it, at a certain hour, in a certain sea I know.
      You question me about the wicked tusk of the narwhal,
      and I reply by describing
      how the sea unicorn with the harpoon in it dies.
      You enquire about the kingfisher's feathers,
      which tremble in the pure springs of the southern tides?
      Or you've found in the cards a new question touching on
      the crystal architecture
      of the sea anemone, and you'll deal that to me now?
      You want to understand the electric nature of the ocean
      spines?
      The armored stalactite that breaks as it walks?
      The hook of the angler fish, the music stretched out
      in the deep places like a thread in the water?

      I want to tell you the ocean knows this, that life in its
      jewel boxes
      is endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure,
      and among the blood-colored grapes time has made the petal
      hard and shiny, made the jellyfish full of light
      and untied its knot, letting its musical threads fall
      from a horn of plenty made of infinite mother-of-pearl.

      I am nothing but the empty net which has gone on ahead
      of human eyes, dead in those darknesses,
      of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudes
      on the timid globe of an orange.

      I walked around as you do, investigating
      the endless star,
      and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked,
      the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind.

      Pablo Neruda, translated by Robert Bly




      Dream Fable

      I saw myself in a wide green garden, more beautiful than I could begin to understand. In this garden was a young girl. I said to her, "How wonderful this place is!"

      "Would you like to see a place even more wonderful than this?" she asked.

      "Oh yes," I answered. Then taking me by the hand, she led me on until we came to a magnificent palace, like nothing that was ever seen by human eyes. The young girl knocked on the door, and someone opened it. Immediately both of us were flooded with light.

      Only Allah knows the inner meaning of the maidens we saw living there. Each one carried in her hand a serving-tray filled with light. The young girl asked the maidens where they were going, and they answered her, "We are looking for someone who was drowned in the sea, and so became a martyr. She never slept at night, not one wink! We are going to rub funeral spices on her body."

      "Then rub some on my friend here," the young girl said.

      "Once upon a time," said the maidens, "part of this spice and the fragrance of it clung to her body -- but then she shied away."

      Quickly the young girl let go of my hand, turned, and said to me:

      "Your prayers are your light;
      Your devotion is your strength;
      Sleep is the enemy of both.
      Your life is the only opportunity that life can give you.
      If you ignore it, if you waste it,
      You will only turn to dust."

      Then the young girl disappeared

      - Rabia al Basri




      By whose touch does the lily smile
      And open its beauty - bud?
      Whose moonlit beauty
      Do I see in the lily?
      Who is the Eye of my eye;
      Who is the Heart of my heart?
      Alas, then why do I not see Him,
      His face of transcendental Beauty,
      Even in my dreams?

      - Sri Chinmoy




      The Next Puzzle

      The last missing piece
      Of Your Eternity's Cosmic Jigsaw
      Lies buried deep
      In the inmost recesses of my heart.
      I would give it to You if I could.

      Please feel free to storm this fortress,
      Blow me away and take
      The piece You need.
      Together we shall celebrate
      The completion
      Forever eager for the next Puzzle.

      - Prachar




      I Means Me?

      I
      means me?
      No, that's wrong.
      I am is right.
      For I am not the I, but the all.
      When eyes open it should be like sunrise.
      It's not just I
      light touches
      but all
      eyes.

      - Suzanne Saporito




      Who is it that loves?

      Who is it that loves and who that suffers?
      He alone stages a play with Himself.
      The individual suffers because he perceives duality.
      Find the One everywhere and in everything
      and there will be an end to pain and suffering.

      - Sri Ananandamayi Ma




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