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    Archived issues of the NDHighlights are available online: http://nonduality.com/hlhome.htm Nonduality Highlights Issue
    Message 1 of 1 , Mar 24, 2013
      Archived issues of the NDHighlights are available online: http://nonduality.com/hlhome.htm

      Nonduality Highlights Issue #4873, Saturday/Sunday, March 23/24, 2013

      The Peace of Wild Things

      When despair grows in me
      and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
      in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
      I go and lie down where the wood drake
      rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
      I come into the peace of wild things
      who do not tax their lives with forethought
      of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
      And I feel above me the day-blind stars
      waiting for their light. For a time
      I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

      - Wendell Berry

      The river and its waves are one surf: where
      is the difference between the river and its waves?

      When the wave rises, it is the water; and when
      it falls, it is the same water again. Tell me, Sir,
      where is the distinction?

      Because it has been named a wave, shall it
      no longer be considered as water?

      Within the supreme Brahma, the worlds are
      being told like beads:

      Look upon that rosary with the eyes of wisdom.

      - Kabir from Songs of Kabir, translated by Rabindranath Tagore, posted to AlongTheWay

      Ten times a day something happens to me like this - some strengthening throb of amazement - some good sweet empathic ping and swell. This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness.

      - Mary Oliver

      For others it is late, for us it is early.
      Do not go back to sleep, remember silence.
      Remember the name that turns emptiness
      into nectar, the fragrance
      yet unblossomed on a twig.
      Night is over, what's drowned is drowned.
      A fiery throated thrush tells lilac buds
      our secret.
      Come dance in the space between prayers,
      where golden atoms of forsythia
      once were waves of yearning
      in the zeal of a seed.
      Transcendence is causation.
      Worlds begin without words.
      Because you are present, it is Spring.
      Meet me where your exhalation
      touches the new breath.
      We will kiss the white plum open.

      ~ Fred LaMotte, posted to DailyDharma

      Spring, and no one can be still,
      with all the messages coming through.

      We walk outside as though going to meet visitors,
      wild roses, trilliums by the water.

      A tight knot loosens.
      Something which died in December
      lifts a head out,
      and opens.

      Trees, the tribe gathers!
      Who has a chance
      against such an elegant assemblage?

      Before this power,
      human beings are chives to be chopped,
      gnats to be waved away.

      - Rumi, Ode 1121, version by Coleman Barks from These Branching Moments, posted to Sunlight

      When it's over, I want to say: all my life
      I was a bride married to amazement.
      I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

      When it is over, I don't want to wonder
      if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
      I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
      or full of argument.

      I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

      - Mary Oliver

      Instructions for Living A Life:

      Pay Attention.
      Be Astonished.
      Tell About It.

      - Mary Oliver

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