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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 , Aug 22, 2010
      Archived issues of the NDHighlights are available online: http://nonduality.com/hlhome.htm

      Nonduality Highlights: Issue #3990, Sunday, August 22, 2010

      The ego is a tension in the awareness. It is a psychic muscle spasm. When you finally relax out of it, the relief is so immense that you are overcome with bliss.

      - Ivan Granger, posted to DailyDharma

      The covering of delusion and suffering that has come over our original state of unicity is nothing, other than volition or desire - the wanting of something to be other than it is. All that is necessary is to realize the falsehood of the ego and, by inference, the falseness of all its demands.

      - Ramesh Balsekar, posted to ANetofJewels

      With each experience of letting go,
      we loosen the grip
      of our finite and limited identity -
      and in so doing,
      come closer to recognizing
      our inseparability from
      That which is Infinite.

      - Metta Zetty

      When you see yourself
      and someone else
      as one being,

      when you know the most joyful day
      and the most terrible night
      as one moment, then

      awareness is alone
      with its Lord.

      - Lalla, posted to Distillation

      2 Awareness

      I lived bewildered,
      In illusion.

      But now I am awake,
      Flawless and serene,
      Beyond the world.

      From my light
      The body and the world arise.

      So all things are mine,
      Or nothing is.

      Now I have given up
      The body and the world,
      I have a special gift.

      I see the infinite Self.

      As a wave,
      Seething and foaming,
      Is only water

      So all creation,
      Streaming out of the Self,
      Is only the Self.

      Consider a piece of cloth.
      It is only threads!

      So all creation,
      When you look closely,
      Is only the Self.

      Like the sugar
      In the juice of the sugarcane,
      I am the sweetness
      In everything I have made.

      When the Self is unknown
      The world arises,
      Not when it is known.

      But you mistake

      The rope for the snake.

      When you see the rope,
      The snake vanishes.

      My nature is light,
      Nothing but light.

      When the world arises
      I alone am shining.

      When the world arises in me,
      It is just an illusion:
      Water shimmering in the sun,
      A vein of silver in mother-of-pearl,
      A serpent in a strand of rope.

      From me the world streams out
      And in me it dissolves,
      As a bracelet melts into gold,
      A pot crumbles into clay.
      A wave subsides into water.

      I adore myself.
      How wonderful I am!

      I can never die.

      The whole world may perish,
      From Brahma to a blade of grass,
      But I am still here.

      Indeed how wonderful!
      I adore myself.

      For I have taken form
      But I am still one.

      Neither coming or going,
      Yet I am still everywhere.

      How wonderful,
      And how great my powers!

      For I am without form,
      Yet till the end of time
      I uphold the universe.

      For nothing is mine,
      Yet it is all mine,
      Whatever is thought or spoken.

      I am not the knower,
      Nor the known,
      Nor the knowing.

      These three are not real.
      They only seem to be
      When I am not known.

      For I am flawless.

      Two from one!
      This is the root of suffering.

      Only perceive
      That I am one without two,
      Pure awareness, pure joy,
      And all the world is false.

      There is no other remedy!

      Through ignorance
      I once imagined I was bound.

      But I am pure awareness.

      I live beyond all distinctions,
      In unbroken meditation.

      I am neither bound nor free.

      An end to illusion!

      It is all groundless.

      For the whole of creation,
      Though it rests in me,
      Is without foundation.

      The body is nothing.
      The world is nothing.

      When you understand this fully,
      How can they be invented?

      For the Self is pure awareness,
      Nothing less.

      The body is false,
      And so are its fears,
      Heaven and hell, freedom and bondage.

      It is all invention.

      What can they matter to me?

      I am awareness itself.

      I see only one.

      Many men,
      One wilderness.

      Then to what may I cling?

      I am not the body.
      Nor is the body mine.

      I am not separate.

      I am awareness itself,
      Bound only by my thirst for life.

      I am the infinite ocean.

      When thoughts spring up,

      The wind freshens, and like waves
      A thousand worlds arise

      . But when the wind falls,
      The trader sinks with his ship.

      On the boundless ocean of my being
      He founders,
      And all the worlds with him.

      But O how wonderful!

      I am the unbounded deep
      In whom all living things
      Naturally arise,
      Rush against each other playfully,
      And then subside.

      - excerpt from The Heart of Awareness - a translation of The Ashtavakra Gita, by Thomas Byrom

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