#4490 - Sunday, January 22, 2012
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Nonduality Highlights: Issue #4490, Sunday, January 22, 2012
Yesterday at dawn, my Friend said, How long
will this unconsciousness go on?
You fill yourself with the sharp pain of Love,
rather than its fulfuillment.
I said, "But I can't get to You!
You are the whole dark night,
and I am a single candle.
My life is upsidedown
because of You!"
The Friend replied, I am your deepest being.
Quit talking about wanting Me!
I said, "Then what is this
The Friend, Does a drop
stay still in the Ocean?
Move with the Entirety,
and with the tiniest particular.
Be the moisture in an oyster
that helps to form one pearl.
- Rumi, Ghazal 1022, from Diwan-e Shams, version by Coleman Barks, posted to Sunlight
When thought, discipline and experience have done their utmost and finally accept utter defeat, they then cease to function altogether. That state is beyond both words and silence. It is neither one thing nor another. The Absolute noumenon cannot be experienced. To know it is to BE it.
- Ramesh Balsekar, posted to ANetofJewels
The body trembles,
The tongue falters,
The mind is weary.
Forsaking them all,
I pursue my purpose happily.
Knowing I do nothing,
I do whatever comes my way,
And I am happy.
- Ashtavakra Gita 13:2-3, translation by Thomas Byrom, posted to AlongTheWay
Searching For The Dharma
You've travelled up ten thousand steps in search of the Dharma.
So many long days in the archives, copying, copying.
The gravity of the Tang and the profundity of the Sung
make heavy baggage.
Here! I've picked you a bunch of wildflowers.
Their meaning is the same
but they're much easier to carry.
- Hsu Yun, from Poems of Awakening by Betsy Small, posted to Allspirit
Today there have been lovely things
I never saw before;
Sunlight through a jar of marmalade;
A blue gate;
In soapsuds on dishwater;
Candlelight on butter;
The crinkled smile of a little girl
Who had new shoes with tassels;
A chickadee on a thornapple;
Empurpled mud under a willow,
Where white geese slept;
White ruffled curtains sifting moonlight
On the scrubbed kitchen floor;
The under side of a white-oak leaf;
Ruts in the road at sunset;
An egg yolk in a blue bowl.
My love kissed my eyes last night.
- May Theilgaard Watts from Poems of Awakening by Betsy Small, posted to Allspirit