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    #3994 - Thursday, August 26, 2010 - Editor: Gloria Lee The Nonduality Highlights - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights ? If you re really listening, if
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      #3994 - Thursday, August 26, 2010 - Editor: Gloria Lee

      The Nonduality Highlights - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights
       ‎"If you're really listening, if you're awake to the poignant beauty of the world,
      your heart breaks regularly. In fact, your heart is made to break;
      its purpose is to burst open again and again so that it can hold ever more wonders."
      ~ Andrew Harvey
      Posted by Susan Lucey to Facebook

      Prayers for the Earth

      For once on the face of the earth let's not speak in any language
      Let's stop for one second and not move our arms so much.
      It would be an exotic moment without rush, without engines.
      We would all be together in a sudden strangeness.
      Fisherman in the cold sea would not harm whales
      ...And the man gathering salt would look at his hurt hands.
      Those who prepare green wars, wars with gas, wars with fire,
      Victory with no survivors
      Would put on clean clothes and walk about with their brothers in the shade doing nothing.
      What I want should not be confused with total inactivity,
      Life is what it is about.
      I want no truck with death.
      If we were not so single minded about keeping our lives moving,
      And for once could do nothing,
      Perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves
      And of threatening ourselves with death.
      Perhaps the earth can teach us when everything seems dead and later proves to be alive.

      ~ Pablo Neruda
      ~   ~   ~
      Walk, and touch peace every moment,
      Walk, and touch happiness every moment.
      Each step brings a fresh breeze,
      Each step makes a flower bloom under our feet;
      Kiss the earth with your feet,
      ...Print on earth your love and happiness.

      Earth will be safe
      when we feel in us enough safety.

      ~ Thich Nhat Hanh

      posted by Kia Pierce on Facebook

      What connecting to the earth feels like …
      The Gardener

      You get down on your knees in the dark earth —alone
      for hours in hot sun, yanking weed roots, staking trellises,
      burning your shoulders, swatting gnats; you strain your muscled
      mid-western neck and back, callous your pianist’s hands.
      You cut roses back so they won’t fruit, rip out and replace
      spent annuals. You fill your garden dense with roots and vines.
      And when a humble sprout climbs like a worm up out of death,
      you are there to bless it, in your green patch, all spring and summer long,
      hose like a scepter, a reliquary vessel; you hum
      through the dreamy wilderness —no one to judge, absolve,
      or be absolved; —purified by labor, confessed by its whisperings, connected
      to its innocence. So when you heft a woody, brushy tangle, or stumble
      inside grimy, spent by earth, I see all the sacraments in place—
      and the redeemed world never smelled so sweet.
      ~ Ken Weisner, from Anything on Earth. © Hummingbird Press, 2010.

       ‎"This pure mind... shines forever with the radiance of its own perfection.
      But most people are not aware of it, and think that mind is just the faculty that sees,
      hears, feels, and knows. Blinded by their own sight, hearing, feeling, and knowing,
      they don't perceive the radiance of the source. If they could eliminate
      all conceptual thinking, this source would appear, like the sun rising..."
      ~ Huang-po
      posted by Kia Pierce on Facebook
      Here is sunrise over Arunachala this morning about 6 am.
      photo by Richard Clarke

      In this blink of an eye counting years.
      Amidst all that appears, who am i ?

      To find summers end, with the smell of grass,
      horses on the shore and a tall blue sky

      Who am i, to praise a moment of this?
      It contains all that is here
      It is like the arrow in the air,
      into Light and the Being and Bliss

      It is like a river flowing through

      Who am i to praise, what am i?
      This little me, in a blink of an eye

      Drowning in the sea of You
      ~ Alan Larus
      photos by Alan Larus
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