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Nondual Highlights Issue #1997 Wednesday, December 7, 2004 Editor: Mark






 




The Trouble with Man is
that he is continually reminded
of what he is supposed to do... and to be.

Most of what Man is told... he follows
and it puts him in a Position
that is outdated... old fashioned... and useless
for Life is a Spontaneous Activity.

Before this is understood by Man
he is well on his way toward Godhood.

MOST GROWN-UPS STILL PLAY THE GAME... SIMON SAYS

- posted to CosmicCookies





Like a parlor game in which questions are asked -- what is your favorite flower? Your favorite piece of music? My father was pacing up and down the long, red-tiled floor of the studio, firing questions at me: What about religion? What about politics? What are your ideas on morals? And so exultant because I answered them as he wished me to.

It is as if he had educated me. He says, "We do not need to lie to each other." Always the same wish, not to have to lie, but we will, of course, at the first sign of danger, of vulnerability, of jealousy, of withdrawal; we will lie to make an illusory relationship, a perfect one, without wounds.

-
The Diary of Anais Nin, Volume I [1966], "May 1933", posted to AlphaWorld by Sandra




This song of mine will wind its music around you,
my child, like the fond arms of love.

The song of mine will touch your forehead
like a kiss of blessing.

When you are alone it will sit by your side and
whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd
it will fence you about with aloofness.

My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams,
it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.

It will be like the faithful star overhead
when dark night is over your road.

My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,
and will carry your sight into the heart of things.

And when my voice is silenced in death,
my song will speak in your living heart.

This song of mine will wind its music around you,
my child, like the fond arms of love.

The song of mine will touch your forehead
like a kiss of blessing.

When you are alone it will sit by your side and
whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd
it will fence you about with aloofness.

My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams,
it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.

It will be like the faithful star overhead
when dark night is over your road.

My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,
and will carry your sight into the heart of things.

And when my voice is silenced in death,
my song will speak in your living heart.

-
My Song by Rabindranath Tagore, posted to Nondualnow by Gloria Lee





1185 Since the Silence of Self, which shines through the pure mind [the pure existence-consciousness which is devoid of all thoughts], alone turns out to be the gateway to Liberation, even though they proceed along any path which is agreeable [to them], that gate alone is the final refuge.

Sadhu Om: Through whatever path one may proceed towards the state of Liberation, one can finally enter that state only through the gateway of Silence - the gateway of egolessness or mindlessness. Sri Bhagavan used to say, Through whatever road one may approach the town of liberation, in order to enter that town one must pay the toll-gate fee. That toll-gate fee is the destruction of one’s ego or mind.

From the website: http://www.davidgodman.org/rteach/gvk_intro.shtml

- posted to MillionPaths by Viorica Weissman




 




Listening to the prophet David play,
psalms and music, a strange excitement

came, presence and patience. Egyptian
granaries full of grain *and* Joseph's

handsomeness. Actual sun *and* nearness.
Sky, undecided; earth, silent: in this

precarious unknowing we live love
doesn't want to say the name of Hu.

You stay concealed. A falcon lights.
How far away? Mount Sinai under Moses.

The indications are that you are the one
who appears, not again, but continuously.

- Ode 2953, Version by Coleman Barks, with Nevit Ergin.
The Glance, Viking-Penguin, 1999, posted to Sunlight




SOMETHING WE LOST IN THE WOODS

The highway is a dangerous serpent
uncoiling in the windshield
We deny reality at our own risk
You never get away
from the silence
you never listen to

My heart has taken a beating
but nothing can take the beat
My eyes are like nails
looking for a hammer
to drive them in
all the way

Lies die of exposure
Nature's secret agent is love
My heart is like a snake
shedding its skin
But this is just words
not revelations to flash
you a knowing smile

We can't stop searching
for something we lost
in the woods
that used to stand here
in the same atmosphere
we're still breathing

- posted to SufiMystic by Steve Toth





The whole of existence is in a very relaxed movement - movement there is, certainly, but it is utterly relaxed.

Trees are growing and birds are chirping and rivers are flowing, stars are moving:
everything is going in a very relaxed way... no hurry, no haste, no worry, and no waste, except man. Man has fallen a victim of his mind.

Osho, posted to truevision by Eric Ashford





 

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