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Nondual Highlights Issue #2161 Wednesday, June 1, 2005






Outside, the freezing desert night.
This other night inside grows warm, kindling.
Let the landscape be covered with thorny crust.
We have a soft garden in here.
The continents blasted, cities, towns, everything
become a scorched, blackened ball.
The news we hear is full of grief
for that future,
but the real news inside here
is there's no news at all.

- Rumi, from
Open Secret, versions by Coleman Barks, Threshold Books, 1984, posted to AlongTheWay





A Prayer Before Dying

Creator God.
I believe in your love
and forgiveness.
So today
I chose to face life
witout fear and to live
wholeheartedly in the
present moment.
I accept all as a gift
and ask to find you Lord
present in the gift.
May my heart sing today
A song of joyful thanks
and praise.

Amen.

- Sister Irene McCormack.taken from The Mountain Path, Jayanti Issue 2005, posted to MillionPaths

Sister Irene McCormack was murdered in Nicaragua in the late 1970s. This prayer was discovered on her after the event,





Sonnets to Orpheus, Part One, IV

You who let yourselves feel: enter the breathing
that is more than your own.
Let it brush your cheeks
as it divides and rejoins beside you.

Blessed ones, whole ones,
you where the heart begins:
You are the bow that shoots the arrows
and you are the target.

Fear not the pain. Let its weight fall back
into the earth;
for heavy are the mountains, heavy the seas.

The trees you planted in childhood have grown
too heavy. You cannot bring them along.
Give yourselves to the air, to what you cannot hold.

- Rainer Maria Rilke, posted to Panhala





Flower


Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it
droop and drop into the dust.

I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of
pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am
aware, and the time of offering go by.

Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower
in thy service and pluck it while there is time.

Rabindranath Tagore from
Gitanjali





To love God in the most practical way is to love our fellow beings. If we feel for others in the same way as we feel for our own dear ones, we love God.

- Meher Baba






 

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