#4785 - Thursday, December 13, 2012 - Editor: Gloria Lee
- #4785 - Thursday, December 13, 2012 - Editor: Gloria LeeThe Nonduality Highlights http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights/One instant is eternity;
eternity is the now.
When you see through this one instant,
you see through the one who sees.~ Wu Menvia Kia Pierce on Facebook"We must not complain that all things be fleeting.
That which is most transient, if it really touches us,
awakens within us something that is lasting."~ Friedrich HebbelRussian photographer Andrew Osokin is a master of winter macro photography.Among his most impressive shots are photographs of individual snowflakes that
have fallen upon the ground and are in the process of melting away. More:How do you let go of attachments to things? Don't even try. It's impossible.
Attachment to things drops away by itself when you no longer seek to find
yourself in them.~ Eckart Tolle
Passion Fruit FlowerWhen mortals are alive, they worry about death.
When they're full, they worry about hunger.
Theirs is the Great Uncertainty.But sages don't consider the past.And they don't worry about the future.
Nor do they cling to the present.
And from moment to moment they follow the Way.~ BodhidharmaZen Poems, Haiku & Writings on FacebookWhen we begin to see that black mud and white snow are neither ugly
nor beautiful, when we can see them without discrimination or duality,
then we begin to grasp Great Compassion.~ Thich Nhat HanhAbout twenty years ago, a close friend and I drove to southern Virginia to
attend a retreat led by Vietnamese Zen teacher Thich Nhat Hanh. At the closing
ceremony, he asked us to choose a partner I turned to face my friend and
bow to each other. He then instructed us to hug our partner while taking three
conscious and full in-breaths and out-breaths. With the first breath, he said to
reflect: Im going to die; with the second, Youre going to die; and with the
third, And we have just these precious moments. After slowly releasing our
embrace, my friend and I looked at each other through our tears. Thich Nhat
Hanh had, in a beautiful way, turned us toward the refuge of truth.~ Tara BrachMind Wanting More
Only a beige slat of sun
above the horizon, like a shade pulled
not quite down. Otherwise,
clouds. Sea rippled here and
there. Birds reluctant to fly.
The mind wants a shaft of sun to
stir the grey porridge of clouds,
an osprey to stitch sea to sky
with its barred wings, some dramatic
music: a symphony, perhaps
a Chinese gong.
But the mind always
wants more than it has --
one more bright day of sun,
one more clear night in bed
with the moon; one more hour
to get the words right; one
more chance for the heart in hiding
to emerge from its thicket
in dried grasses -- as if this quiet day
with its tentative light weren't enough,
as if joy weren't strewn all around.
~ Holly Hughes(American Zen A Gathering of Poets)
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