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Issue #1336 - Friday, January 31, 2003 - Editor: Gloria
memory of the crew of Columbia,
who saw that the world is One.
All The Hemispheres
the familiar for a while.
Let your senses and bodies stretch out
a welcomed season
Onto the meadows and shores and hills.
up to the Roof.
Make a new water-mark on your excitement
a blooming night flower,
Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness
Upon our intimate assembly.
Change rooms in your mind for a day.
the hemispheres in existence
Lie beside an equator
In your heart.
In your thousand other forms
As you mount the hidden tide and travel
the hemispheres in heaven
Are sitting around a fire
stitching themselves together
Into the Great Circle inside of
("The Subject Tonight is Love" - versions by Daniel Ladinsky)
(web version at www.panhala.net/Archive/In_Memory.html)
posted by Joseph Riley
I was standing on the highest mountain
of them all, and round about beneath me
was the whole hoop of the world.
And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell
and I understood more than I saw;
for I was seeing in a sacred manner
the shapes of all things in the spirit,
and the shape of all shapes as they must live
together like one being."
From "Black Elk Speaks", as told to John G. Neihardt,
Univ. Nebraska Press, 1932,
by Black Elk, Oglala Lakota
I'm the canary
the miners won't work without
What happens to me now
will happen to you later
So don't wonder
why nobody told you
I'm telling you now
I'll fly again
Practicing Spirituality with Jews
February 1, 2003
BE JOYFUL ON THE SABBATH
Shabbat joy is not to be compared to frivolous enjoyment or moments of
laughter. It is rather a mood of satisfaction and contentment. It is the
spiritual joy of having found meaning and purpose in God's exalted world. It
is the recognition on some modest level of what our Creator wants of us
during our brief life on earth.
Shabbat joy is the highest kind of joy there is. It is the joy of a mother
giving birth, an artist painting on the canvas, the teacher watching a pupil
grasp a difficult subject. It is the joy of having achieved something
different and unusual -- the joy of working as God's partner in making the
world better today than it was yesterday.
Cosmic joy is indescribable yet palpable. It opens the heart, it touches the
nerve endings, it stirs the deepest possible emotion. Whoever experiences
this kind of joy may not always be happy in the conventional sense.
Sometimes this joy coexists with struggle and strain, with care and worry.
But it remains joy about matters that inhabit the highest heights of the
universe. For such high matters, it is a sublime joy and unparalleled
privilege to be able to struggle and strive.
day has its own set of thoughts, words and deeds. Live in
-- Rebbe Nachman of Breslov
Along the Way
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There is a way between voice and presence
where information flows.
In disciplined silence it opens.
With wandering talk it closes.
"The Essential Rumi"
Version by Coleman Barks
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I exhausted myself, looking.
No one ever finds this by trying.
I melted in it and came home,
where every jar is full,
but no one drinks.
14th Century North Indian mystic
From "Naked Song"
Versions by Coleman Barks
is the law of nature,
Which you cant depart from,
Even for one instant.
If you could depart from it,
It wouldnt be the Tao.
Thus the mature person looks into
Their own heart and respects what
Is unseen and unheard.
Nothing is more manifest than the hidden;
Nothing is more obvious than the unseen.
Thus the mature person pays
Attention to what is happening
In the innermost self.
With fallen pine needles
So no one will be able
To locate your
True dwelling place.
I Hate Incense
A masters handiwork cannot be measured
But still priests wag their tongues explaining the Way and babbling about Zen.
This old monk has never cared for false piety
And my nose wrinkles at the dark smell of incense before the Buddha.
Studying texts and stiff meditation can make you lose your Original Mind.
A solitary tune by a fisherman, though, can be an invaluable treasure.
Dusk rain on the river, the moon peeking in and out of the clouds;
Elegant beyond words, he chants his songs night after night.
From Crow With No Mouth, translated by Stephen Berg.
one koan matters
yes things exist like the echo when you yell at the foot of a
the cruel no-answer until blood drips down
beat your head against the wall of it
mind is exactly this tree that grass
without thought or feeling both disappear
two not one either
and the unpainted breeze in the ink painting feels cool
down on your silly knees pray
for what? tomorrow is yesterday
found my sparrow Sonrin dead one morning
and buried him just as gently as I would my own daughter
hate it I know it's nothing but I
suck out the world's sweet juicy plum
is it all so beautiful this fake dream
this craziness why?
logical: if you are not going anywhere
any road is the right one
nothing I know nothing nobody does can you face me
and know nothing know
now have a web site you might like to check out,
Mandela, the movie: Cameras set to roll
JOHANNESBURG (AFP) - A South African producer is to turn the story of Nelson Mandela into a big screen epic capturing his life from childhood, to political awareness, 10,000 days of imprisonment and finally freedom.
"It's a very prestigious project, but also a very daunting task. Everybody feels -- and rightly so -- about Mr Mandela and his life. People take possession of it," producer Anant Singh told AFP.
"When you have to make a movie out of his life in under three hours it's not easy."
Mandela became the international symbol of resistance to the apartheid system in South Africa. His release after 27 years in jail and eventual transition to the country's first post-apartheid president from 1994 to 1999 is almost the stuff of fairy-tales.
The film will be based on his autobiography, "Long Walk to Freedom", which carries an emotive account of his first moments of freedom, likely to be at the heart of the new movie.
"I felt -- even at the age of 71 -- that my life was beginning anew. My ten thousand days of imprisonment were at last over," Mandela, now 84, wrote in his book.
"When I was among the crowd, I raised my right fist, and there was a roar. I had not been able to do that for 27 years and it gave me a surge of strength and joy."
Dear Friends, We share and discuss words about the divine mystery here, including how we incorporate those words into living our lives. I hope I will not offend anyone and I am not trying to impose or assert my own views, but I wanted to pass along a new web site to those who are concerned about the days ahead: www.poetsagainstthewar.org
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