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#3622 - Wednesday, August 12, 2009
- Editor: Gloria Lee
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Linus: I guess it's wrong always to be
worrying about tomorrow. Maybe
we should think only about today.
Charlie Brown:
No, that's giving up. I'm still hoping that yesterday will get
better.
-- Charles Schulz
posted to TheNow_2
Questioner: Science explains
a lot.
Nisargadatta Maharaj: Science deals with names and shapes,
quantities and qualities, patterns and laws; it is all right in
its own
place. But life is to be lived; there is no time for analysis.
The
response must be instantaneous -- hence the importance of the
spontaneous, the timeless. It is in the unknown that we live and
move.
The known is the past.
-- From "I Am That"
posted to Wisdom-l by Mark Scorelle
Predicting the Future
We don't need a psychic to tell us
what our future experience will
be—we need only look at our own minds. If we have a good
heart and
helpful intentions toward others, we will continually find
happiness.
If instead, the mind is filled with ordinary self-centered
thoughts,
with anger and harmful intentions toward others, we will find
only
difficult experiences.
-- Chagdud Tulku Rinpoche
What is Meditation?
Meditation, simply defined, is a
way of being aware. It is the happy
marriage of doing and being. It lifts the fog of our ordinary
lives to
reveal what is hidden; it loosens the knot of self-centeredness
and
opens the heart; it moves us beyond mere concepts to allow for a
direct experience of reality. Meditation embodies the way of
awakening: both the path and its fruition. From one point of
view, it
is the means to awakening; from another, it is awakening itself.
-- Lama Surya Das
Walking to Oak-Head Pond, and Thinking of the Ponds I Will Visit in the Next Days and Weeks
What is so utterly
invisible
as tomorrow?
Not love,
not the wind,
not the inside of stone.
Not anything.
And yet, how often I'm fooled-
I'm wading along
in the sunlight-
and I'm sure I can see the fields and the ponds shining
days ahead-
I can see the light spilling
like a shower of meteors
into next week's trees,
and I plan to be there soon-
and, so far, I am
just that lucky,
my legs splashing
over the edge of darkness,
my heart on fire.
I don't know where
such certainty comes from-
the brave flesh
or the theater of the mind-
but if I had to guess
I would say that only
what the soul is supposed to be
could send us forth
with such cheer
as even the leaf must wear
as it unfurls
its fragrant body, and shines
against the hard possibility of stoppage-
which, day after day,
before such brisk, corpuscular belief,
shudders, and gives way.