#4079 -Thursday, November 18, 2010 - Editor: Gloria Lee
#4079 -Thursday, November 18, 2010 - Editor: Gloria LeeThe Nonduality Highlights - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights"Examine the nature of unborn awareness.""Examine the nature of unborn awareness." Who is this "I"? Where did it
some from? Who is the one who realizes anything? Who is it that's aware?
The slogan points to the transparency of everything, including our beloved
identity, this precious M-E. Who is this ME?The armor we erect around our hearts causes a lot of misery. But don't be
deceived, it's very transparent. The more vivid it gets, the more clearly you
see it, the more you realize that this shield - this cocoon - is just made up of
thoughts that we churn out and regard as solid. It's not made of iron. The
armor is not made out of metal. In fact, it's made out of passing memory....If you think this big burden of ego, this big monster cocoon, is something, it
isn't. It's just passing memory. Yet it's so vivid. The more you practice, the
more vivid it gets. It's a paradox - it can't be found, and yet it couldn't be
more vivid.When we awaken our hearts, we're changing the whole pattern, but not by
creating an new pattern. We are moving further and further away form
concretizing and making things so solid and always trying to get some ground
underneath our feet. This moving away from comfort and security, this
stepping out into the unknown, uncharted, and shaky - that's called
enlightenment, liberation.- Pema Chodron
We say release, and radiance, and roses
By Rainer Maria Rilke
(1875 - 1926)
English version by Stephen Mitchell
We say release, and radiance, and roses,
and echo upon everything that's known;
and yet, behind the world our names enclose is
the nameless: our true archetype and home.
The sun seems male, and earth is like a woman,
the field is humble, and the forest proud;
but over everything we say, inhuman,
moves the forever-undetermined god.
We grow up; but the world remains a child.
Star and flower, in silence, watch us go.
And sometimes we appear to be the final
exam they must succeed on. And they do.
Love - without
condition - is seldom
understood, but as a fantasy -
or as something
abstract or even absolute,
but not usually
as it really is - mostly
perfectly into place, unexplainable - perhaps
I should have put it down
in writing before it actually happened,
as now there is no memory
of the many reasons
it became so, nor even a possibility of ever
taking it back,
regarding you -
at some point
it just became
the perpetual music.
_ 30 August, 2009
Seven tree photos by Alan Larus