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Nondual Highlights Issue #2304, Wednesday, November 2, 2005 - Editor: Mark
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Nothing happens.

- The XVI Karmapa, on his deathbed, posted to DailyDharma





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The center clears. Knowing comes:
The body is not singular like a corpse,
but singular like a salt grain
still in the side of the mountain.

- Rumi, psoted to AlongTheWay



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Dawn

Some love to watch the sea bushes appearing at dawn,
To see night fall from the goose wings, and to hear
The conversations the night sea has with the dawn.

If we can't find Heaven, there are always bluejays.
Now you know why I spent my twenties crying.
Cries are required from those who wake disturbed at dawn.

Adam was called in to name the Red-Winged
Blackbirds, the Diamond Rattlers, and the Ring-Tailed
Raccoons washing God in the streams at dawn.

Centuries later, the Mesopotamian gods,
All curls and ears, showed up; behind them the Generals
With their blue-coated sons who will die at dawn.

Those grasshopper-eating hermits were so good
To stay all day in the cave; but it is also sweet
To see the fenceposts gradually appear at dawn.

People in love with the setting stars are right
To adore the baby who smells of the stable, but we know
That even the setting stars will disappear at dawn.
- Robert Bly



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Meditation

The star travelled
Or was it the earth
I know not
When I looked again
There You were
Between my brows

- Gabriel Rosenstock, posted to Poetic_Mysticism



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When my mind was cleansed of impurities, like a mirror of its dust
and dirt,
I recognized the Self in me:
When I saw Him dwelling in me,
I realized that He was the Everything and I was nothing.

- Lalla

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