#4889 - Thursday, April 11, 2013 - Editor: Gloria Lee
- #4889 - Thursday, April 11, 2013 - Editor: Gloria LeeThe Nonduality Highlights http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights/At the Teahouse, 6 am
Sunrise at the octagonal hut;
beyond, where two decks meet,
a lizard does pushups in the sun.
I see the green, chattering world
through the window, I see
my image in the window.
Both are present; are both true?
A bee enters the hut, buzzes
insistently against the window,
but the window won't yield
to his wishes. I want to
show him the open door,
say this world through the glass
is only an illusion but I don't.
How long will he hurl himself
against the dusty glass? How long
will we believe we are not free?
~ Holly Hughes
(America Zen - A Gathering of Poets)
Web version: www.panhala.net/Archive/At_the_Teahouse.html
Alan Larus PhotographyI Tell You
(excerpt)I could not predict the fullness
of the day. How it was enough
to stand alone without help
in the green yard at dawn.How two geese would spin out
of the ochre sun opening my spine,
curling my head up to the sky
in an arc I took for granted.And the lilac bush by the red
brick wall flooding the air
with its purple weight of beauty?
How it made my body swoon,brought my arms to reach for it
without even thinking.*
In class today a Dutch woman split
in two by a stroke - one branch
of her body a petrified silence,
walked leaning on her husbandto the treatment table while we
the unimpaired looked on with envy.
How he dignified her wobble,
beheld her deformation, untied hershoe, removed the brace that stakes
her weaknesses. How he cradled
her down in his arms to the table
smoothing her hair as if they werealone in their bed. I tell you -
his smile would have made you weep.*
At twilight I visit my garden
where the peonies are about to burst.Some days there will be more
flowers than the vase can hold.
~ Susan GlassmeyerWeb version: www.panhala.net/Archive/I_Tell_You.html