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The Nondual Highlights

Highlights Issue #1079

Tuesday, May 21, 2002

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The Cat of Readiness

Two dogs loped through town where they saw a cat lying on a doorstep. It occurred to them both simultaneously that it would be fun to chase a cat.

They began to move toward it; yet it did not run, or threaten, or even switch its tail. Instead it merely opened one eye and waited, relaxed and ready to move in any direction. It was so relaxed it seemed to sink into the doorstep; yet its mind was clear, bright and open. It began to purr.

The dogs stopped abruptly, turned around and trotted off. The cat went back to sleep.

A few blocks away one asked, "Why didn't you chase that cat?"

The other shrugged, "Didn't feel like it."

"Me neither."

--- In [email protected]..., Anand Eswaran wrote:
The Buddha said:  'All karmic paths are like dreams,
illusions, bubbles, and shadows; they are like a
dewdrop or a flash of lightning - thus shall you think
of it.


--- In [email protected]..., "lightbearer" wrote:
Thanks Jan,

This is such a key point in living. Living in the present moment or
nowness or the eternal now has relieved me of anxiety at times.
Analyzing thoughts can take away peace. Carl Jung called his thought
recess times as "creative play," and literally got down on his hands
and knees and made sand castles to remove his mind from overridden

--- In [email protected]..., Jan Sultan wrote:
> Everyone is overridden by thoughts;
> that's why they have so much heartache and sorrow.
> At times I give myself up to thought purposefully;
> but when I choose,
> I spring up from those under its sway.
> I am like a high-flying bird,
> and thought is a gnat:
> how should a gnat overpower me?
>   -- Mathnawi  II:3559-3561
>                Version by Camille and Kabir Helminski
>                 "Rumi: Jewels of Remembrance"
>                Threshold Books, 1996

--- In [email protected]..., Mace Mealer wrote:

       Miracles abound between heartbeats
       The mystery remains, no matter how far
       you travel into now.
       After the bliss,
       the rain still falls
       the sun still rises.
       Knowing us the way it does
       is this surprising?
       Ends are as much a part
       of beginings,
       as beginings are of ends.
       Every instant, like a snowflake
       held aloft on the winds of destiny
       whispers to eternity

--- In [email protected]..., "viorica weissman" wrote:

Gently I weep for my mind,
caught in its illusion of ownership.

Mind ,you're not who you think you are.
You are dancing over a pit.

Soon you'll fall through,
and these things you've valued
and collected will be left behind.

My sweet dear, do you understand this,
and if you do, how does your food taste?

Naked Song

--- In [email protected]..., Jan Sultan wrote:
My cat was 17 years old when he died. For the last year of his life,
when it was obvious he was going to die from the sun cancer that had
invaded his face, I simply allowed him to do and be what he wanted. And this
turned out to be "in my lap." All my meditations were with him sitting in my
lap. He shared in any awakening. All grace had purring as background music.
When he died very peacefully curled up on the seat of my mother's
rocker, I left him there for several hours undisturbed. After digging his grave
with tears flowing and a heavy heart, I returned to the house to wrap him
in a sheet. As I picked up this little bundle and held it to my chest,
something came out of his body and into my heart. The shock of it made me stop where I stood for several seconds just holding him. The sensation began to
feel like warm honey...right there in my heart. I recognized this as all
of him--all that I had loved--and all that he had been for 17 years now
glowed softly in my heart. There was no sense that anything had been lost.
The poor ravaged body that I then carried out and buried was just the
empty case with nothing of him remaining in it. I knew this to be true on a
very deep experiential level. I recognized that this was what I was also;
just this energy of goodness that inhabits the body and then slips out
without any loss.
It has been two years since his death and the feeling remains as warm
as the first moment. If I think of him, that is the sensation rather
than pain. These last moments were very precious, not to be hurried
through or missed. He gave me a gift which will last forever.

--- In [email protected]..., "martin_jordan2000" wrote:

--Mantra for the 21st Cebtury internet community:
"It`s just an email list, It`s just an email list, It`s just an email
list, It`s just an email list..."

--Greek Chorus in the background:
But with attachments!, But with attachments!, But with attachments!,
But with attachments!....

--- In [email protected]..., Anand Eswaran wrote:

All of you!  If you want to return to your homes,
simply wake up to your true nature.  This mind nature
is the original source of all Buddhas.  It is the
names of all the sutras.  Sometimes it is referred to
as the Unique and Wonderful Dharma, sometimes as
Perfect Awakening, sometimes as the Void, sometimes as
the World, sometimes as the Pure Land.  All of these
names simply point to the One Mind.  Though there are
ten thousand different names, there are not even two
dharma realities.

 - Mud and Water
- A Collection of Talks by the Zen Master Bassui

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