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#3122 - Monday, March 31, 2008 - Editor: Gloria Lee
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"We should accept things just as they are.  .  .  .  this kind of experience is beyond our thinking.  .  .  . variety and unity are the same.  .  .  . actually there is no need to think."

Shunryu Suzuki.
Zen Mind, Beginners Mind
 

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A myriad bubbles were floating on the surface of a stream.
'What are you?' I cried to them as they drifted by. 'I am a
bubble, of course' nearly a myriad bubbles answered, and
there was surprise and indignation in their voices as they
passed.  

But, here and there, a lonely little bubble answered, 'We are
this stream', and there was neither surprise nor indignation in
their voices, but just a quiet certitude."

ei Wu Wei Ask the Awakened

Thanks to Tom McFerran
 


The subtle, perfect essence of awareness is basically
spontaneously open and calm, equanimous and pure, vast as
space. It cannot be pointed out in terms of any concrete form,
it cannot be approached in terms of location. It cannot be
entered into by any door or road, it cannot be depicted or
copied by the colours of the spectrum.
 

--Wei-tse  

Thomas Cleary,

Teachings of Zen, page 168  

Ben Hassine to AwakenedAwareness  


(My teacher) told me to throw away every strategy, every
technique, every tool, and to just be here and receive what he
was offering. It soon sank in: "He really means what he says.
He is not teaching me a new mantra, or a new practice, or a new
set of beliefs, a liturgy, a catechism, or a cosmology. He is not
telling me 'what it all means' and 'what will happen' and 'why it
came about'." He was asking me to release all of that from my
mind. Not that any of it was wrong. It was just that the
hodgepodge of spiritual concepts I had created could never
rival unconditional reality. All of the holiest scriptures, texts,
and practices come from truth and point back to truth, but
there has to be a moment where you leap back into yourself.
And that leap happens only right now, when you are naked of
everything but yourself, when you are innocent of what you
have learned about who you are.
 

-- Gangaji  

The Diamond In Your Pocket  

Mark Scorelle to Wisdom-l  


When I was searching about, (not too long ago) looking for
something, didn't know what it was at the time, I went down to
London on the train to listen to Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee giving a
talk on Rumi, Llewellyn is the present Shaykh in the lineage,
(inherited from Mrs Irina Tweedie,) of The Golden Sufi
Order, as he was speaking, questions built up one by one in my
mind which I intended to ask him after the talk. . .
 

He was sitting on the edge of the stage, I went to him and sat
down beside him and said, "Llewellyn, I had a hundred things to
ask of you, but I can't now think of one single question. He was
eating dates at the time, he answered, "forget the questions,
Tom, have a date."
 

Thanks to Tom McFerran  


On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
 

nly now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my
dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.
 

That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to
me that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.
 

I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this
perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.
 

--Tagore  

Alan Larus photography http://www.ferryfee.com/bluesky/Tagore.html 

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