#4911 - Monday, May 6, 2013 -
Editor: Gloria Lee
To divide and particularize is in the
very nature. There is no harm in dividing.
goes against fact. Things
and people are different, but they are
separate. Nature is one, reality is one.
opposites, but no
~ Nisargadatta Maharaj
Do you think I know what I'm doing?
one breath or half-breath
I belong to myself?
As much as a pen knows what
or the ball can guess where it's going
via Along The Way
"In the finale of natural perfection,
All phenomena fall into their
And ordinary consciousness and reality coinciding,
the carefree detachment of timeless release.
The gnostic dynamic supersedes
All specifics dissolve into their own pure nature,
The polarity of
emptiness and substance is resolved,
Movement consummated in
And, with no-mind, the intellect is superseded."
From the book: Old Man Basking in the Sun,
published by Vajra Publications
vai Daily Dharma
In the 70s, Ram Dass was giving a talk about his experiences in India.
lady in the first row kept nodding and smiling in assent, the
wooden cherries on her
hat bobbing up and down. His interest was pricked.
How did she know about the
deep, esoteric things hed spent years studying?
At the end of the lecture, she went
up to him and remarked, I enjoyed your
talk. How do you know so much about
meditation? he asked. Oh, she
confided, I crochet.
via Inner Directions on Facebook
To know the world with open-hearted tenderness
insures that one will indeed be
broken hearted but also that one will know
joy both the joy of this world and an
unborn joy beyond the touch of decay
or corruption. In this joy one discovers a
love of life, a love in life, a
love that pervades life. This Love of Life knows that
there must be great
trees, there must be fields and wild areas unspoiled by the
civilizations mechanics. This Love of Life knows there must be relationship
unspoiled by the wounds of memory. And, knowing this, it polishes the bright
of mind, moment after moment and enacts it in the world to perserve
what is of
true value. This Love of Life grows deep roots into the soil and
its branches weave
tangling patterns across the sky of living. - t.k.