Editor Correction: The Einstein quote in my last issue
was actually from a work of fiction.
If someone says, “To be enlightened you must
pray all night,”
Have dinner and go to bed.
If you see a sign, “This way to salvation,”
If someone says, "This book is the truth,
you can buy
it from me,"
Take your money and buy grapes and roses.
If someone says, "He’s talking tonight,
Go for a walk… listen to the birds
and watch the clouds, and
your backpack, your Bible and your Buddha
under a tree and
they will be gone when you return.
Where we are going you can't carry anything,
- John Squadra
Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the
boredom and pain of it no less than in the excitement and gladness:
touch, taste, smell your way into the holy and hidden heart of it,
because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself
- Frederick Buechner
photo by Alan Larus
Mysteriously they entered, those few
Mysteriously, they left.
As if the great dog of confusion
guarding my heart,
who is always sleepless, suddenly slept.
It was not any
awakening of the large, not so much as that,
only a stepping back from the
I gazed at the range of blue mountains,
I drank from the stream.
Tossed in a small stone from the bank.
Whatever direction the fates of my
life might travel, I trusted.
Even the greedy direction, even the grieving,
There was nothing left to be saved from, bliss nor danger.
dogs tail wagged a little in his dream.
- Jane Hirshfield
Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why
we get a
heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master
recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled
because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own
criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he
becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering
truths. We all derive from the same source. there is no
mystery about the
origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings,
all poets, all
musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what
is already there.
- Henry Miller
As soon as the non-dual language becomes a strategy to
try and get away from something, it has become something
else. It is no
longer on behalf of Truth. Content is nothing. The words are
without the Love they spring from. Love has no formulas. It can say
anything or nothing, a little smile. It is not about the words.
- Ramana Spencer
You made me without name or trace, like the heart and
And You made me hand-clapping without hands, like joy.
"Where am I going, since my soul is in no place?"
You made me without
and moving like the spirit.
We are, what are we?
By Sachal Sarmast
(1739 - 1829)
We are, what are we?
We know not, what we are!
a moment we are blessed
For a moment we are accursed
Some moment we pray
Some moment we are free spirits
Now we declare, 'Only we
Now we declare, 'We don't exist'
For a bit, our heart is calm
a bit, we weep rivers
Now we say, 'We are self-realized'
Now we ask, 'Who
'Sachal' we are only That eternally
What other contracts can we
more photos by Alan Larus