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Highlights Issue #2719, Saturday, February 3, 2007,
Editor: Mark
There is a great secret that beings throughout time have
announced, the secret of an extraordinary treasure, the treasure
of the nectar of eternal life. It is the nectar of pure
beingness, recognizing itself as consciousness and overflowing in
the love of that recognition.
If you imagine yourself to be located in a body, then you will
move that body from place to place, searching for this treasure
of nectar. But, if you will stop all searching right now and tell
the truth to yourself, you will know what is known in the core of
your bones. You will know what these great beings knew and
attempted to describe. You will know it with no image of it, no
concept of it, no thought of it. You will know it as that which
has eternally been here. And you will know it as yourself.
- Gangaji
truth is what remains
after the total extinction
of all beliefs and hopes,
fears, ideas and convictions;
but first of all forsaking
of all
distinctions.
- Yosy, posted to SufiMystic
To admit the whole truth means recognizing that love is always
present. Much of our suffering comes from one simple
misunderstanding: that love is limited, that it is here only some
of the time. This is a misunderstanding about the true nature of
love. Love is actually the container for everything else. It’s
always present. Love is that aware, allowing space in which
everything happens, so it’s present no matter what happens.
It’s so completely loving that it allows everything, even
painful emotions and negative thoughts.
Realizing this truth ends all striving and struggle and,
consequently, all suffering. We no longer need to strive to
create circumstances where love will be present. It’s
already here. You just notice the space of allowing that has
always been here. Once you realize that love is already here and
never goes away, it no longer makes sense to strive to make
things be other than they are, no matter what happens, no matter
what comes and what goes.
Something can come into that space or leave that space and the
space is still there. The love hasn’t been added to or
diminished by either the coming or the going.
What is it that you’re really looking for in getting love
from another person? You’re looking for space. The perfect
lover is someone who allows you to be whatever way you are. If
you’re in a good mood, the perfect lover would allow that.
If you’re in a bad mood, the perfect lover would allow that
too. And yet, that perfect lover - that perfect love - is already
here. It is already allowing everything.
What really nourishes us is simply recognizing this love - the
endless giving of space to everything that happens. That
allowing, or accepting, is the nature of our Being; and when we
simply notice that, we can experience this limitless love.
- Nirmala, from Living Life as a Question, available as a
free download at http://www.endless-satsang.com/
Turned by the Waves of Love
Know that the wheeling heavens are turned by waves of Love:
were it not for Love, the world would be frozen, stiff.
How would an inorganic thing transform into a plant?
How would living creatures sacrifice themselves
to become endowed with spirit?
How would the spirit sacrifice itself for the sake of that Breath
by which Mary was made pregnant?
Each one of them would be unyielding and immovable as ice:
how could they be flying and searching like locusts?
Every one is in love with that Perfection
and hastening upward like a sapling.
Their haste implicitly is saying, "Glory to God!"
They are purifying the body for the sake of the spirit.
- Rumi, Mathnawi V: 3854-3859, version by Camille and
Kabir Helminski, Rumi: Jewels of Remembrance, posted to
Sunlight
This moment this love comes to rest in me,
many being in one being.
In one wheat-grain a thousand sheaf stacks.
Inside the needle's eye, a turning night of stars.
-Rumi, Quatrain 569, version by Coleman Barks, from a
translation by John Moyne, Unseen Rain - Quatrains of Rumi,
posted to Sunlight