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Highlights Issue #1019

Monday, March 25, 2002

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from Live Journal

profound and utter joy
at knowing Self directly
the only one who has ever existed
who looks out all eyes at once
and only sees Self
those who know endlessly rejoice
those who don't--waste no time
come home
come to know your Self directly
and suffer no more

Gloria Lee

by Mary Oliver

This morning
two mockingbirds
in the green field
were spinning and tossing

the white ribbons
of their songs
into the air.
I had nothing

better to do
than listen.
I mean this

In Greece,
a long time ago,
an old couple
opened their door

to two strangers
who were,
it soon appeared,
not men at all,

but gods.
It is my favorite story--
how the old couple
had almost nothing to give

but their willingness
to be attentive--
but for this alone
the gods loved them

and blessed them--
when they rose
out of their mortal bodies,
like a million particles of water

from a fountain,
the light
swept into all the corners
of the cottage,

and the old couple,
shaken with understanding,
bowed down--
but still they asked for nothing

but the difficult life
which they had already.
And the gods smiled, as they vanished,
clapping their great wings.

Wherever it was
I was supposed to be
this morning--
whatever it was I said

I would be doing--
I was standing
at the edge of the field--
I was hurrying

through my own soul,
opening its dark doors--
I was leaning out;
I was listening.

          Gloria Lee

                                 Narrow The Difference

                                      When I play my lute,
                               The invisible ones call a conference,

                                And the angels travel far knowing
                            A rare entertainment will soon take place.

                          When I play my drum, my notes become so real
                            The winged ones throw saddles upon them;
                                An outrageous holy rodeo begins.

                                  No one has ever sat with Hafiz
                                   And not left for the better.

                               No one can read my poems out loud
                                     In a tender loving voice
                                  And not narrow the difference,
                                      Not narrow the gap,
                                     Between you and God.

                         I have many younger friends of God in this world.
                                   Find one and offer service.
                           For their glance is generous and cannot help
                                        But forever give.

                                    When Hafiz plays his lute,
                              My notes ascend into the air and form
                                      Infinite blue crystals

                     That will move on the wind's breath for hundreds of years
                              As my sacred debris, as the divine dust
                                     Rising as a gift from my
                                         Singing bones.

       ("The Subject Tonight Is Love" -- versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky;original presentation by David Williamson)

Ramon Sender
from SufiMystic List

"What's the end result of all this quest?"

Your question is not stupid, Hashim.

One short answer might be:
                    Peace from desires

Thomas Merton said, "If you are at peace yourself,
then there is at least some peace in the world. Then
share your peace with everyone, and everyone will
be at peace."

Another way to put it:
                     Finding fulfillment within yourself.

And yet another:
                     Living your life to its ultimate.
                     Why waste it on trivial pursuits?

R.K. Sankar
from I AM list

Long Live the Feet of the One who sings,

"Act saying, 'Everything is by God'."

Long Live the Feet of the Silent One who said,

'Reckon the world as a dream'.

Translation of Lines 10 and 11 of Song 3
of 5 Jewels in Praise of the Feet of Sri Ramana
by Sri Sivaprakasam Pillai

From The Matrix and Quantum Consciousness

Would Humans prefer to be in The Matrix

which keeps humans happy by sending them Virtual Reality stimuli that simulate urban Earth cities like Sydney and Chicago of the year 1999

or to be Individual Beings

or to become Something New ?

At the end of the movie, Neo says to The Matrix:

"I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I know that you're afraid. You're afraid of us. You're afraid of change. I don't know the future. I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to tell you how it's going to begin. I'm going to hang up this phone, and then I'm going to show these people what you don't want them to see. I'm going to show them a world without you, a world without rules and controls, without borders or boundaries, a world where anything is possible. Where we go from there, is a choice I leave to you.".

As Larry and Andy Wachowski say in  The Art of The Matrix (Newmarket 2000), the shooting script for The Matrix is "... not exactly what people saw in theaters. ... An example ... is in the final speech by Neo (scene 219) which was altered when test audiences didn't know the word "chrysalis". ...". At the end of the shooting script, Neo says to The Matrix:

"Hi. It's me. I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I imagine you can also feel me. You won't have to search for me anymore. I'm done running. Done hiding. Whether I'm done fighting, I suppose, is up to you. I believe deep down, we both want this world to change. I believe that the Matrix can remain our cage or it can become our chrysalis, that's what you helped me to understand. That to be truly free, truly free, you cannot change your cage. You have to change yourself. When I used to look out at this world, all I could see was its edges, its boundaries, its leaders and laws. But now, I see another world. A different world where all things are possible. A world of hope. Of peace. I can't tell you how to get there, but I know if you can free your mind, you'll find the way.".

The movie ending leaves humans with a two-fold choice:

The shooting script ending leaves humans and The Matrix with a three-fold choice:

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