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Nondual Highlights Issue #2260, Wednesday, September 14, 2005 - Editor: Mark


Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

- Mary Oliver, posted to JustThis


Before we reach that point of unity with space, the mind has to be
strong, stable and clear. That's why we meditate. Generally
speaking, the mind is always outside or inside itself - `inside' in
that it's self-obsessed, and `outside' in that it is always leaving.
However, by developing mindfulness and awareness, the mind is being
drawn back to itself in a positive way: by settling, it becomes an
ally. We're completely in tune and harmonious with it, and it's a
joy and a relief to be ourselves.

- from the book, Turning the Mind into an Ally, by Sakyong Mipham,
posted to DailyDharma


True happiness cannot arise until the identification
with the body-mind apparatus is demolished.

- Ramesh S. Balsekar, from A Net of Jewels, posted to AlongTheWay



The leaf tips bend
under the weight of dew.
Fruits are ripening
in Earth's early morning.
Daffodils light up in the sun.
The curtain of cloud at the gateway
of the garden path begins to shift:
have pity for childhood,
the way of illusion.

Late at night,
the candle gutters.
In some distant desert,
a flower opens.
And somewhere else,
a cold aster
that never knew a cassava patch
or gardens of areca palms,
never knew the joy of life,
at that instant disappears -
man's eternal yearning.

- Thich Nhat Hanh, posted to AlphaWorld


The child asked, what does remain when we die?. The
Master answered: all what we have done for the others.

- posted to AdvaitaToZen

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