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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   



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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

Poetry Chaikhana Home


 

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

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