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#3013 - Tuesday, December 11, 2007 - Editor: Jerry Katz
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Dustin LindenSmith presents...
Nonduality Highlights Podcast#4: http://lindensmith.com/nonduality/ndh_podcast_004.mp3
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The fourth podcast for the Nonduality Highlights is now online. It's under 10 minutes in length:
In this episode, I've read selections from Issues #3003 and 3004 of the Nonduality Highlights, both of which were edited by Mark Otter. These feature a reminder by Robert Adams that everything is as it should be, a dialogue with Francis Lucille, and a bit from The Niz which I recognize from having recorded parts of it in Jerry Katz's Nisargadatta Song of I Am.
Also included in today's podcast is musical accompaniment by the great Miles Davis Quintet. Freddie the Freeloader is the second track on that seminal album from 1959, Kind of Blue. Hailed by some critics as the greatest jazz recording of all time, it marked the first recorded introduction of modal music and extended-form improvisation into modern jazz. The album also showcased the ripening talents of a 23-year-old tenor saxophonist named John Coltrane, along with a fascinating young composer and pianist named Bill Evans. Both of these artists, as with so many of the band members Miles selected for himself over the years, went on to have outstanding careers in jazz music. Each of them made superlative contributions to the genre.
Guest Editor Vicki Woodyard brings us this news:
The Reverend John Logan made his
gentle passing just before 3 p.m
Thursday afternoon. He died surrounded by family and loved ones,
peacefully and simply, between one breath and the next.
I knew something was wrong, or John would
have replied to my last
email. Three weeks later, I received the above word of his death.
Later I was to learn that he had a massive heart attack followed by
pneumonia and a stroke. No doubt he is still with us all.
Many people online benefited from
Johns wisdom and clarity. Having
survived throat cancer, he shared directly and openly what he knew
about the spirit world. I met him when my husband was dying and I
looked forward to his gentle and supportive words. And then one day
The silence is deafening.
Vicki Woodyard http://www.bobwoodyard.com
And some words from Yosy and Jill:
Jill: John Logan was,
indeed, a very great spirit, and a kind and
helpful, sensitive friend to many in this sangha and many, many,
Yosy: * oh yes, dearly
beloved john... he was a truly wise man, and
his presence would be missed... but his spirit will live among us
always. free at last from the fetters of this world.
may all his near and dear find full consolation,
yosy (wishing us all a fast and easy death when the time comes...)
And here are some words from the late Robert John Logan (Lotusaware)
The part of grief that is transformed
occurs when we remember the
love and realize that the loss of a body cannot ever take away the
love which is in the heart. Bodies die; love never dies.
In Chapter 32 of the Tao Teh Ching one translation reads
"Tao in the world is like a river going home to the ocean."
I see the "Named Tao" as equivalent to "Life".
Now it reads
Life in the world is like a river going home to the ocean!
I share that with you, Love, John
A lovely photo from Alan Larus and a closing poem written by John Logan:
More important, much more important is the
bird sitting on a tree
branch singing his song to the world.
More important is the blade of tall grass dancing in the wind.
More important is the laughter of a child at play.
More important is the couple walking down the street holding hands,
no matter what their age.
More important is the stillness of the night with stars shining.
More important is the storm, with wind and rain.
More important is just a touch of kindness, a word of caring, a
moment of compassion.
More important is the awareness of stillness and silence in which
everything is just as it is.
so round, so smooth,
so patiently grey,
I say to you:
"Help me understand
the story of your keen essence,
your intrinsic nature of solitude,
how eons of stellar configurations
caused you to fit
in the palms of my admiration",
I see sparks of divinity's fire
I feel my joyful heart
your vast magnificence.
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