#4510 - Saturday, February 11, 2011
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Nonduality Highlights: Issue #4510, Saturday, February 11, 2011
Live in Joy. In love.
Even among those who hate.
Live in Joy. In heatth.
Even among the afflicted.
Live in joy. In peace.
Even among the troubled.
Look within. Be still.
Free from fear and attachment.
Know the sweet joy
of living in the way.
- from the Dhammapada, words of the Buddha, posted to DailyDharma
Spilling themselves in the sun bluebirds
wing-mention their names all day. If everything
holds so clear a life, maybe the sky would
come, maybe heaven; maybe appearance and
truth would be the same. Maybe whatever seems
to be so, we should speak so from our souls,
never afraid, "Light" when it comes,
"Dark" when it goes away.
- William Stafford from Learning to Live in the World - Earth Poems, posted to allspirit
Flowers, sesame seed, bowls of fresh water,
a tuft of kusa-grass, all this altar
paraphernalia is not needed
by someone who takes the teacher's words in
and honestly lives them.
Full of longing in meditation,
one sinks into a joy that is free
of any impulse to act and will not
enter a human birth again.
- Lalla, posted to AlongTheWay
A thing becomes an illusion only when its reality becomes inferior to a higher reality that has already been found. Until then, it is still a reality. Only the sage has the strict right to call this world an illusion. If anyone else does so, such talk is mere babble.
- Paul Brunton, Notebooks Category 19: The Reign of Relativity, Chapter 2: The Cosmos of Change, #43, posted to SufiMystic
Rumi In The Garden
and I say,
I am thinning
crowded in the row,
and I wonder
who will thin them
if I am nothing.
"I did not say
he says. Be nothing.
"But ." I say
is damp and
the carrots pull
easily from the earth,
their bright orange
roots already thick
enough to eat.
They are sweet,
and I offer
one to Rumi
who eats it
dirt and all.
Be a spot of ground
is growing, he says,
might be planted.
He tosses the greens
to the ground.
I look between
my hands to the nothing
beneath the greens
for a moment
I feel what he means,
but too soon
of knowing comes in
and there I go
- Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer from The Miracle Already Happening - Everyday Life with Rumi, posted to The_Now2
What I Have Learned So Far
Meditation is old and honorable, so why should I
not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside,
looking into the shining world? Because, properly
attended to, delight, as well as havoc, is suggestion.
Can one be passionate about the just, the
ideal, the sublime, and the holy, and yet commit
to no labor in its cause? I don't think so.
All summations have a beginning, all effect has a
story, all kindness begins with the sown seed.
Thought buds toward radiance. The gospel of
light is the crossroads of - indolence, or action.
Be ignited, or be gone.
- Mary Oliver, from New and Selected Poems, by Mary Oliver, posted to SufiMystic