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#2339 - Sunday, December 11, 2005 - Editor: Gloria Lee

My son has taken up meditation - at least it's better than
sitting doing nothing.
-- Max Kauffmann

In the beginning there was nothing. God said, 'Let there be light!'
And there was light. There was still nothing, but you could see
it a whole lot better.
--  Ellen DeGeneres  

Humor takes you from a state of constricted consciousness into a more expanded state of mind.
-- the Baal Shem Tov, in The Light and Fire of the Baal Shem Tov

  16th February, 1937



 A visitor remarks that it is cruel of God’s leela to make

the knowledge of the Self so hard.

Bhagavan. (laughing) -

Knowing the Self is being the Self, and being

means existence – one’s own existence, which no one
denies, any more than one denies one’s eyes, although
one cannot see them. The trouble lies with your desire
to objectify the Self, in the same way as you objectify
your eyes when you place a mirror before them. You have
been so accustomed to objectivity that you lost the
knowledge of yourself, simply because the Self cannot
be objectified. Who is to know the self? Can the
insentient body know it? All the time you speak and
think of your ‘I’, ‘I’, ‘I’, yet when questioned you deny
knowledge of it. You are the Self, yet you ask how to
know the Self. Where then is God’s leela and where its
cruelty? It is because of this denial of the Self by people
that the Shastras speak of maya, leela, etc.


 Guru Ramana - Memories & Notes,  S.S. Cohen

  Posted to The Power Of Silence                      


Life does not accommodate you; it shatters you. Every seed destroys its
container, or else there would be no fruition.

-- Florida Scott-Maxwell
  posted by Myra to nondualnow  

         Basic truth is
       When you go to the core
       of the Principle
       we all are One.

       Once you
       the Absolute,
       is just your
       playing cards.

                     - Swami Amar Jyoti
  posted to Along the Way

  Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.
-- Martin Luther King, Jr.

How to Make Our Lives An Embodiment of Wisdom and Compassion  

How to make our lives an embodiment of wisdom and compassion is the greatest challenge spiritual seekers face. The truths we have come to understand need to find their visible expression in our lives. Our every thought, word, or action holds the possibility of being a living expression of clarity and love. It is not enough to be a possessor of wisdom. To believe ourselves to be custodians of truth is to become its opposite, is a direct path to becoming stale, self-righteous, or rigid. Ideas and memories do not hold liberating or healing power. There is no such state as enlightened retirement, where we can live on the bounty of past attainments. Wisdom is alive only as long as it is lived, understanding is liberating only as long as it is applied. A bulging portfolio of spiritual experiences matters little if it does not have the power to sustain us through the inevitable moments of grief, loss, and change. Knowledge and achievements matter little if we do not yet know how to touch the heart of another and be touched.  

--Christina Feldman and Jack Kornfield, Stories of the Spirit, Stories of the Heart  

To see God everywhere you have to have special eyes, otherwise you cannot bear the shock.

-Neem Karoli Baba

from "The Wisdom of the Hindu Gurus," edited by Timothy Freke


Here's your Daily Poem from the Poetry Chaikhana --

Praise Them

By Li-Young Lee
(1957 - )

The birds don't alter space.
They reveal it. The sky
never fills with any
leftover flying. They leave
nothing to trace. It is our own
astonishment collects
in chill air. Be glad.
They equal their due
moment never begging,
and enter ours
without parting day. See
how three birds in a winter tree
make the tree barer.
Two fly away, and new rooms
open in December.
Give up what you guessed
about a whirring heart, the little
beaks and claws, their constant hunger.
We're the nervous ones.
If even one of our violent number
could be gentle
long enough that one of them
found it safe inside
our finally untroubled and untroubling gaze,
who wouldn't hear
what singing completes us?

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