#4024, Saturday - September 25, 2010
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Nonduality Highlights: Issue #4024, Saturday, September 25, 2010
The daily life is a life of action. Whether you like it or not, you must function. Whatever you do for your own sake accumulates and becomes explosive; one day it goes off and plays havoc with you and your world. When you deceive yourself that you work for the good of all, it makes matters worse, for you should not be guided by your own idea of what is good for others. A man who claims to know what is good for other is dangerous.
- Nisargadatta Maharaj, posted to ANetofJewels
It is the familiar that usually eludes us in life. What is before our nose is what we see last.
- William Barrett, posted to Distillation
Ram Tzu knows this...
There is a hole
Inside you that
You try desperately
To fill up.
You pour in
To make yourself
If you can get enough,
The hole fills to the brim
And there is a
Blissful moment of evenness.
But your hole is open
At the bottom.
Its contents always leak through
Leaving you empty
Ram Tzu know what must be done...
You must be thrown in the hole.
- Ram Tzu
There is a brokenness
out of which comes the unbroken,
out of which blooms the unshatterable.
There is a sorrow
beyond all grief which leads to joy
and a fragility
out of whose depths emerges strength.
There is a hollow space
too vast for words
through which we pass with each loss,
out of whose darkness
we are sanctioned into being.
There is a cry deeper than all sound
whose serrated edges cut the heart
as we break open to the place inside
which is unbreakable and whole,
while learning to sing.
- Rashani Rea
One Whisper of the Beloved
Lovers share a sacred decree -
to seek the Beloved.
They roll head over heels,
rushing toward the Beautiful One
like a torrent of water.
In truth, everyone is a shadow of the Beloved -
Our seeking is His seeking,
Our words are His words.
At times we flow toward the Beloved
like a dancing stream.
At times we are still water
held in His pitcher.
At times we boil in a pot
turning to vapor -
that is the job of the Beloved.
He breathes into my ear
until my soul
takes on His fragrance.
He is the soul of my soul -
How can I escape?
But why would any soul in this world
want to escape from the Beloved?
He will melt your pride
making you thin as a strand of hair,
Yet do not trade, even for both worlds,
One strand of His hair.
We search for Him here and there
while looking right at Him.
Sitting by His side we ask,
"O Beloved, where is the Beloved?"
Enough with such questions!
Let silence take you to the core of life.
All your talk is worthless
When compared to one whisper
of the Beloved.
- Rumi, Ode 442, version by Jonathan Star from A Garden Beyond Paradise: The Mystical Poetry of Rumi, posted to Sunlight
Seeking is based on a
Beyond all seeking
lies the discovery of
an undeniable recognition
that nothing is missing.
- Metta Zetty
Starting to see that our story is fiction thru & thru -- this is the Awakening.
- Adyashanti, posted to Distillation