#4652 - Thursday, July 12, 2012 - Editor: Gloria Lee
- #4652 - Thursday, July 12, 2012 - Editor: Gloria LeeThe Nonduality Highlights http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights/"Love is the way messengers from the mystery tell us things."~ RumiLove is the actual form of God;
Love is the real form of the Self,
that is pure bliss;
Love is the nature of the Self.~ Ramana Maharshi
When all the false self-identifications are thrown away, what remains is
all-embracing love.~ Nisargadatta MaharajYou already are intimately familiar with your true Self - simply staywith that pure light of aliveness, that very simple and ordinary sense of being.Watch how the thoughts and assumptions seem to color this pure light of Self with
identification, yet these can only come and go BECAUSE OF this pure Self that
you are.~ Randall FriendYou Are Dreaming
http://avastu0.blogspot.comRelationships aren't here to make you happy. They're here to make you conscious.
~ Eckhart TolleBe widening pond-ripples after the pebble disappears.
Millions will feel a breath on their cheeks.
Circle me in your vanishing, as I encircle you.
We're waves of one another now.
Love's generous center only knows
... opening, emptying, trembling into stillness.
Worlds float in us like water lilies.
Earth is the one that has just blossomed.~ Fred LaMotteBeannacht....by John O'DonohueA beautiful blessing, originally written for the poet's mother,*************************
On the day when
... the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.
And when your eyes
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.