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#2803 - Monday, April 30, 2007 - Editor: Gloria Lee
One: Essential Writings on Nonduality http://nonduality.com/one.htm
"You talked about the first principle again, but I still don't know what it is," I said to Suzuki. "I don't know," he said, "is the first principle."
"Only in an open, nonjudgmental space
can we acknowledge what we are
feeling. Only in an open space where we're not all caught up in our
own version of reality can we see and hear and feel who others really
are, which allows us to be with them and communicate with them
-- Pema Chodron
From the book, "When Things Fall Apart," published by Shambhala.
posted to Daily Dharma
When a person has lived properly and acted
generously, he grasps the way things are. He is not dependent on
attachments; he is free from anger and aversions; what he does
becomes perfect action.
The pureness of perfectly balanced action based on seeing the way things are --this is freedom and the ending of ignorance.
From "The Pocket Buddha Reader," edited by Anne Bancroft
At this moment, is there anything lacking?
Nirvana is right here now before our eyes. This place is the
lotus land. This body now is the Buddha. --Hakuin
|Looking for your own face
English version by Coleman Barks
face is neither infinite nor ephemeral.
You can only understand what you are not. What you are, you can only be. What you are can never be an object.
When there is no asking, there is prayer. When there is no meditator, there is meditation. When there is no lover, real love is.
The timeless non-state cannot be achieved because the mind cannot evolve towards it. The mind can only bring you to the threshold.
Awakening comes unexpectedly when you do not wait for it, when you live in not-knowing. Only then are you available. When understanding dissolves in being, there is sudden awakening.
-- Jean Klein
Mark Scorelle posted to Wisdom-l
I am always trying to figure out
what the soul is,
and where hidden,
and what shape -
and so, last week,
when I found on the beach
the ear bone
of a pilot whale that may have died
hundreds of years ago, I thought
maybe I was close
to discovering something -
for the ear bone
portion that lasts longest
in any of us, man or whale; shaped
like a squat spoon
with a pink scoop where
once, in the lively swimmer's head,
it joined its two sisters
in the house of hearing,
it was only
two inches long -
and thought: the soul
might be like this -
so hard, so necessary -
the gray sea
was opening and shutting its wave-doors,
unfolding over and over
its time-ridiculing roar;
I looked but I couldn't see anything
through its dark-knit glare;
yet don't we all know, the golden sand
is there at the bottom,
though our eyes have never seen it,
nor can our hands ever catch it
would sift it down
into fractions, and facts -
and what the soul is, also
I believe I will never quite know.
Though I play at the edges of knowing,
truly I know
our part is not knowing,
but looking, and touching, and loving,
which is the way I walked on,
through the pale-pink morning light.
(Why I Wake Early)
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