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

      Nonduality Highlights: Issue #3590, Saturday, July 11, 2009

      Ed note: today's selections are all from Poetry Chaikhana - Sacred Poetry from Around the World, a lovely site.

      Secretly we spoke

      Secretly we spoke,
      that wise one and me.
      I said, Tell me the secrets of the world.
      He said, Sh... Let silence
      Tell you the secrets of the world.

      - Rumi, English version by Jonathan Star and Shahram Shiva

      Be still.
      Listen to the stones of the wall.
      Be silent, they try
      to speak your

      to the living walls.

      Who are you?
      are you? Whose
      silence are you?

      Who (be quiet)
      are you (as these stones
      are quiet). Do not
      think of what you are
      still less of
      what you may one day be.

      be what you are (but who?)
      be the unthinkable one
      you do not know.

      O be still, while
      you are still alive,
      and all things live around you

      speaking (I do not hear)
      to your own being,
      speaking by the unknown
      that is in you and in themselves.

      "I will try, like them
      to be my own silence:
      and this is difficult. The whole
      world is secretly on fire. The stones
      burn, even the stones they burn me.
      How can a man be still or
      listen to all things burning?
      How can he dare to sit with them
      when all their silence is on fire?"

      - Thomas Merton

      Though the air is full of singing
      my head is loud
      with the labor of words.

      Though the season is rich
      with fruit, my tongue
      hungers for the sweet of speech.

      Though the beech is golden
      I cannot stand beside it
      mute, but must say

      "It is golden," while the leaves
      stir and fall with a sound
      that is not a name.

      It is in the silence
      that my hope is, and my aim.
      A song whose lines

      I cannot make or sing
      sounds men's silence
      like a root. Let me say

      and not mourn: the world
      lives in the death of speech
      and sings there

      - Wendell Berry

      When the desire for the Friend became real,
      all existence fell behind.
      The Beloved wasn't interested in my reasoning,
      I threw it away and became silent.
      The sanity I had been taught became a bore,
      it had to be ushered off.
      Insane, silent and in bliss,
      I spend my days with my head
      at the feet of My Beloved.

      - Abu-Said Abil-Kheir

      still the body
      still the mind
      still the voice inside

      in silence
      feel the stillness move

      this feeling
      cannot be imagined

      - Kabir

      why fear this moment
      when no thoughts come
      at last I lie naked
      in the arms of experience
      why fear this moment
      when no words come
      at last I find rest
      in the lap of silence
      why fear this moment
      when love finds itself alone
      at last I am embraced
      by infinity itself
      why fear this moment
      when judgment falls away
      at last my defenses
      fail to keep intimacy at bay
      why fear this moment
      when hope is lost
      at last my foolish dreams
      are surrendered to perfection

      - Nirmala, from Gifts with No Giver: a love affair with truth

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