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#4704 - Monday, September 3, 2012 - Editor: Gloria Lee

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    #4704 - Monday, September 3, 2012 - Editor: Gloria Lee The Nonduality Highlights http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights/ What is Tao? By Lu Tung Pin (755 -
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      #4704 - Monday, September 3, 2012 - Editor: Gloria Lee
      What is Tao?
      By Lu Tung Pin
      (755 - 805)
      English version by T. C. Lai
      What is Tao?
      It is just this.
      It cannot be rendered into speech.
      If you insist on an explanation,
      This means exactly this.

      To know no one teaching, to express nothing, to say nothing, to explain nothing,
      to announce nothing, to indicate nothing, and to designate nothing - that is the
      entrance into nonduality.
      ~ Vimalakirti Sutra
      via Kia Pierce on Facebook

      "The flow of confusing thoughts cannot be stopped, just like the wind or
      a waterfall in the mountains.
      Therefore towards whatever arises, however it arises maintain the
      natural state of open awareness."
      ~Nuden Dorje
      via Daily Dharma

      There is no scripture in which contradiction does not exist.
      It is the contradiction which makes the music of the message.
      ~ Hazrat Inayat Khan
      via Along The Way

      photo by Peter Shefler
      “White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field”
      Coming down out of the freezing sky
      with its depths of light,
      like an angel, or a Buddha with wings,
      it was beautiful, and accurate,
      striking the snow and whatever was there
      with a force that left the imprint
      of the tips of its wings - five feet apart -
      and the grabbing thrust of its feet,
      and the indentation of what had been running
      through the white valleys of the snow -
      and then it rose, gracefully,
      and flew back to the frozen marshes
      to lurk there, like a little lighthouse,
      in the blue shadows -
      so I thought:
      maybe death isn't darkness, after all,
      but so much light wrapping itself around us -
      as soft as feathers -
      that we are instantly weary of looking, and looking,
      and shut our eyes, not without amazement,
      and let ourselves be carried,
      as through the translucence of mica,
      to the river that is without the least dapple or shadow,
      that is nothing but light - scalding, aortal light -
      in which we are washed and washed
      out of our bones.
      ~ Mary Oliver
      "Snowy Owl"
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