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#2649 - Wednesday,
November 22, 2006 - Editor: Gloria Lee
The Nondual
Highlights
Truth is no theory, no
speculative system of philosophy,
no intellectual insight.
Truth is exact correspondence with reality.
--Paramhansa Yogananda
No one is more
qualified than you to discover the true treasures of your inner
kingdom.
--Vernon Howard
If we had a keen
vision and feeling of all ordinary human life,
it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's
heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on
the
other side of silence.
--George Eliot
"Roses 'n
Rumi" images by Bob O'Hearn
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LoveAlways
The Lark
And I have
seen,
at dawn,
the lark
spin out of the long grass
and into the pink air -
its wings,
which are neither wide
nor overstrong,
fluttering --
the pectorals
ploughing and flashing
for nothing but altitude --
and the song
bursting
all the while
from the red throat.
And then he descends,
and is sorry.
His little head hangs
and he pants for breath
for a few moments
among the hoops of the grass,
which are crisp and dry,
where most of his living is done --
and then something summons him again
and up he goes,
his shoulders working,
his whole body almost collapsing and floating
to the edges of the world.
We are reconciled, I think,
to too much.
Better to be a bird, like this one --
an ornament of the eternal.
As he came down once, to the nest of the grass,
“Squander the day, but save the soul,”
I heard him say.
--Mary Oliver
The Lyric
Suffering
lament, sorrow and wild
joy commingle in
the lyric—a
collective
sigh of relief comes cascading
out of the blue—
a yearning to submerge
in life like the swimmer
in the pool forgetful
immersed and quenched—
water trailing scattered
diamonds in a rustling
voice of resigned
subsidence
as though in the same stroke
everyone alive were speaking through you—
--Tom Clark from Light & Shade: New and Selected Poems
Go deep into the sense of
'I am' and you will find.
How do you find a thing you have mislaid or forgotten?
You keep it in your mind until you recall it.
The sense of being, of 'I
am' is the first to emerge.
Ask yourself whence it comes, or just watch it quietly. When the
mind stays
in the 'I am', without moving,
you enter a state that cannot be verbalized
but can be experienced.
All you need to do is to try and try again.
We discover it by being
earnest,
by searching, inquiring,
questioning daily and hourly,
by giving one's life to this discovery.
It has nothing to do with
effort.
Just turn away, look between the thoughts,
rather than at the thoughts.
When you happen to walk in a crowd,
you do not fight every man you meet,
you just find your way between.
When you fight, you invite
a fight.
But when you do not resist, you meet no resistance.
When you refuse to play the game, you are out of it.
--Sri Nisargadatta
from the book 'I Am
That' posted to Daily
Dharma
