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    #4614 - Friday, June 1, 2012 - Editor: Gloria Lee The Nonduality Highlights - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights Light will someday split you open;
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      #4614 - Friday, June 1, 2012 - Editor: Gloria Lee
      The Nonduality Highlights -
      http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights  
       
       
       
      Light will someday split you open;
      even if your life is now a cage...
      Love will surely burst you wide open
      into an unfettered, blooming new galaxy.
       
      ~ Hafiz Shirazi
       
      photo by Alan Larus
       

       
      photo by Alan Larus
       
       
      A certain bird sits in this tree. The delight of life is where
      it dances.
      Nobody knows where the bird is, nor what all this music means.
       
      .......
       
      Kabir says: You brother, you seeker, this whole thing is a great mystery.
      Tell all the wise men it would be a good thing to
      know where this bird spends the night.
       
      ~Kabir
       

       

      The tree has entered my hands,
      The sap has ascended my arms,
      The tree has grown in my breast -
      Downward,
      The branches grow out of me, like arms.
       
      Tree you are,
      Moss you are,
      You are violets with wind above them.
      A child - so high - you are,
      And all this is folly to the world.
       
      ~ Ezra Pound

       
      Can You Imagine?
       
      For example, what the trees do
      not only in lightening storms
      or the watery dark of a summer's night
      or under the white nets of winter
      but now, and now, and now - whenever
      we're not looking.  Surely you can't imagine
      they don't dance, from the root up, wishing
      to travel a little, not cramped so much as wanting
      a better view, or more sun, or just as avidly
      more shade - surely you can't imagine they just
      stand there loving every
      minute of it, the birds or the emptiness, the dark rings
      of the years slowly and without a sound
      thickening, and nothing different unless the wind,
      and then only in its own mood, comes
      to visit, surely you can't imagine
      patience, and happiness, like that.
       
      ~ Mary Oliver
       
       
      (Long Life)
      Web version: www.panhala.net/Archive/Can_You_Imagine.html

       
       

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