|Dr. Robert Puff|
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Issue #2478, Friday, September 8,
2006, Editor: mark
All this dying is not the death of the physical form:
this body is only an instrument for the spirit.
There is many a martyred soul that has died to self in this world,
though it goes about like the living.
The animal self has died, though the body, which is its sword,
the sword is still in the hand of that eager warrior.
The sword is the same sword; the person is not the same person,
but this appearance of identity bewilders you.
- Rumi, Mathnawi V: 3281; 3826-3828, version by Camille and Kabir Helminski ,
As long as you're dreaming that you're awake,
there'll be no end to your fears or your desires.
They will only end when you become fully
awakened to your own dreaming.
Suffering finds its roots in your desire to be free
from something that's present - even if it's only a
desire to be free from dreaming the Dream.
But no desire is really spiritual - including the
so-called spiritual desire to have no spiritual
And yet, paradoxically, it's all absolutely
Yes! All of it.
Every fear. Every desire.
- Chuck Hillig, Seeds for the Soul, posted to AlongTheWay
A most exquisite ecstasy
in that moment,
when one steps aside,
with focused intent,
one's Real Self,
without veil or obstruction,
to shine through...
Arial, posted to Mystic_Spirit
There is a reality
even prior to
heaven and earth
Indeed, it has no form,
much less a name.
Eyes fail to 'see' it
It has no voice
for 'ears' to detect ...
To call it 'Mind' - or 'Buddha'
violates its nature
For it then becomes like
a visionary flower
in the air
It is not 'Mind' -
Absolutely quiet -
and yet illuminating
in a mysterious way
It allows itself - to be 'perceived'
only by the 'clear-eyed' ...
- Daio Kokushi, posted to Mystic_Spirit
People travel to wonder at the height of the mountains, at the huge waves of the seas, at the long course of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars, and yet they pass by themselves without wondering.
- St. Augustine, posted to truevision
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