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      #4130 - Monday, January 10, 2011 - Editor: Gloria Lee
      The Nonduality Highlights - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights
      The raft across the ocean of samsara
      is the strong decision to be free.
      This intense desire is absolutely necessary.
      The intensity of this desire is itself the Satguru,
      the pain in the heart is the Self calling.

                           - Papaji
      posted to Along The Way


      A Dream Unfolding
      Time is very precious. Do not wait until you are dying to understand your
      spiritual nature. If you do it now, you will discover resources of kindness
      and compassion you didn’t know you had. It is from this mind of intrinsic
      wisdom and compassion that you can truly benefit others.... Moment by
      moment, we should look at life as if it were a dream unfolding....In this
      relaxed, more open state of being, we have the opportunity to gain the
      infallible means of dying well, which is recognition of our absolute nature.
      _Chagdud Tulku Rinpoche, "In Memoriam" 

      Mazie Lane & Bob O'Hearn


      So Cheap

      By Adyashanti
      (1962 - )

      I am all hollowed out now
      Like a reed.
      I gave everything for this.
      And still I laughingly wonder:
      How could it have been so cheap?


       from My Secret is Silence: Poetry and Sayings of Adyashanti, by Adyashanti

      Poetry Chaikhana Home



      Silent Listening
      In the book Sunrise at Two Lions, a wise old man tells a young boy that just
      looking silently at an inspired work of art or reading poetry can bring a
      profound inner peace and a sudden rush of new insight. In an interview,
      Picasso shared his feeling that artists, at their deepest level, are attempting
      to express God. And certainly those who meditate have found the value of
      silent listening on many levels of consciousness.
      Recently, someone pointed out that the words silent and listen are an
      anagram - two words that contain the same letters. There is something about
      this observation that resonates with wisdom.
      _Jeff Belyea on Facebook

      189 - The 300 Missing Poems of Han Shan
      "Without concepts, leave your awareness, just as it is, in the steady vision of
      appearances. If you can do so, that is the best of meditations. In terms of
      recognizing the nature of awareness, the spiritual mentors of the past stated
      that it could be ascertained in the interval following the cessation of one
      thought and prior to the arising of the next thought. In that interval there is
      an emptiness. How long is this interval? It's a mistake to think it is short in
      duration. Rather, it is the very nature of both samsara and nirvana. In the
      very steady vision of appearances, right in the instant, in the instantaneous
      vision of the instantaneous moment of appearances, you can recognize the
      essential nature of the mind."
      ~ Gyatrul Rinpoche's commentary on Union of Mahamudra and Atiyoga

      "Most seekers exacerbate their itching,
      scratching esoteric maps and dimly
      pondering weighty conundrums until
      the light falls flat from warm eyes
      to cold ground, leaving themselves
      in a yet deeper dark, wondering
      how in hell they got there.
      Truly, what's so difficult about
      simply standing still and watching
      this luminous darkness rise and
      fall in perfect harmony?
      The more one fusses with
      doctrines and dogmas, the further
      one roams from their own cozy hearth.
      Conniving with alchemy's elixirs and potions,
      they end up fouling their own nest.
      All night long, again and again,
      they disturb the family peace with
      pointless droning debates, poisoning
      the air with stale breath and drowning out
      the nightingale's melancholy sonority.
      Were they to quietly open their ears
      and listen, true to that soulful sound,
      they could finally close the book
      on heaven and hell, blissfully,
      and let the relatives relax.
      ~Mazie Lane & Bob O'Hearn

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