#4972 - Monday, July 15, 2013 - Editor: Gloria Lee
- #4972 - Monday, July 15, 2013 - Editor: Gloria LeeThe Nonduality Highlights http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights/According to Chuang Tzu, "The pivot of Tao passes through the center
where all affirmations and denials converge." So you are neither "perfect"
nor "imperfect." Neither "right" nor "wrong." Neither "good" nor "evil."
Neither "yin" nor "yang." Neither this nor that. You are, instead, only
the empty space in which all of these apparent opposites
"appear-to-appear."~Chuck HilligMAMEENBe infinitesimal under that sky, a creature
even the sailing hawk misses, a wraith
among the rocks where the mist parts slowly.Recall the way mere mortals are overwhelmed
by circumstance, how great reputations
dissolve with infirmity and how you,
in particular, stand a hairsbreadth from losing
everyone you hold dear.Then, look back down the path to the north,
the way you came, as if seeing
your entire past and then south
over the hazy blue coast as if present
to a broad future.Recall the way you are all possibilities
you can see and how you live best
as an appreciator of horizons
whether you reach them or not.Admit that once you have got up
from your chair and opened the door,
once you have walked out into the clean air
toward that edge and taken the path up high
beyond the ordinary you have become
the privileged and the pilgrim,
the one who will tell the story
and the one, coming backFrom TOBAR PHADRAIC
River Flow: New and Selected Poems
©David WhytePhoto: DW. Statue of Patrick, Mameen, ConnemaraThis oceanic feeling of wonder
is the common source of religious mysticism,
of pure science and art for arts sake.
~Arthur KoestlerAlan Larus PhotographyOcean
I am in love with Ocean
lifting her thousands of white hats
in the chop of the storm,
or lying smooth and blue, the
loveliest bed in the world.
In the personal life, there is
always grief more than enough,
a heart-load for each of us
on the dusty road. I suppose
there is a reason for this, so I will be
patient, acquiescent. But I will live
nowhere except here, by Ocean, trusting
equally in all the blast and welcome
of her sorrowless, salt self.
via Gloria Tiede on Facebook
Enigmas by Pablo Neruda
You ask what the crab offers, between its claws of gold,
and I say: The sea will tell you.
You ask what the sea-squirt hopes for in its translucent bell.
What can it hope for?I say that it waits on its time, as you do.
You question for whom the algal Macrocystis offers its embraces.
Unloose it, unloose it, in a certain ocean, and a certain time, that I know.
Though you turn, for my answer to the Narwhals malicious ivory,I say that you wait for a darker reply,
how the Sea-unicorn suffered the lance.
It may be you question the Halcyons plumage, tremoring,
in the pure womb of the southern seas?Now, on the crystalline house of the polyp you twine
new demands, threshing it to the husk?
You want to know the matter electric, caught on the forks of the deep?
The stalactites armour that extends as crystal?
The spear of the angler-fish, the music stretched-out
in the gulf, like a thread amongst waters?I say to you that the ocean knows it, the life
of its circlings vast as the sands, pure and innumerable,
and between the red vine-clusters, time has brightened
the stone of the petals, the light of Medusas,
and the branches are threshed in the web of the corals,
from the flowing horns infinite nacre.I am the empty net that hangs,
beyond men, rendered dead by the shadowy waters,
fingers grown used to the triangle, measured
by the shy hemisphere of orange-flowers.I came, like you, penetrating the interminable starlight,
in the net of the self, in the night, and found naked self,
the sole catch, the fish noosed in the wind.Alan Larus Photographypoem via Alan Larus