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#3836 - Monday, March 15, 2010 - Editor: Gloria Lee
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"Earth, mountains, rivers ---hidden in
In this nothingness---earth, mountains, rivers revealed.
Spring flowers, winter snows:
There is no being or non-being, nor denial itself."
posted to Daily Dharma by Amrita Nadi
"That which transcends both the self
and the other, that's what my
teaching is about. Let me prove this to you: While everyone is turned
this way to hear me, out back there may be sparrows chirping, human
voices calling, or the sighing of the wind. But, without your
consciously trying to hear them, each of those sounds comes to you
clearly recognized and distinguished.
It's not you doing the hearing, so it's not a matter of the self. But
since no one else does your hearing for you, you couldn't call it the
other! When you listen this way with the Unborn Buddha-mind - you
transcend whatever there is."
- Bankei (Zen Sage)
from the Non-Duality Press March Newsletter posted to Wisdom-l by Mark Scorelle
You are the One which is aware
of the Awareness of objects and ideas.
You are the One which is even more silent
than Awareness. You are the life which
precedes the concept of life. Your nature
is Silence and it is not attainable, it
posted to Along The Way
Meditation is not a way to enlightenment, nor is it a method of acheiving anything at all. It is peace and blessedness itself. It is the actualization of wisdom, the ultimate truth of the oneness of things. - Dogen
posted to Facebook by Richard Young
"Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation." - Tagore
posted to Facebook by Be Pannell
"Why is it that so few people are
truly free? Because they try to
conform to ideas, concepts, and beliefs in their heads. They try to
concentrate their way to heaven. But Freedom is about the natural
state, the spontaneous and un-self-conscious expression of beingness.
If you want to find it, see that the very idea of"a someone who is in
control" is a concept created by the mind.
Take one step backward into the unknown.
The Unknown is more vast, more open, more peaceful, and more freeing
than you ever imagined it would be. If you don't experience it that
way, it means you're not resting there; you're still trying to know.
That will cause you to suffer because you're choosing security over
When you rest deeply in the Unknown without trying to escape, your
experience becomes very vast. As the experience of the Unknown
deepens, your boundaries begin to dissolve. You realize, not just
intellectually but on a deep level, that you have no idea who or what
you are. A few minutes ago, you knew who you wereyou had a history
and a personalitybut from this place of not knowing, you question
all of that. Liberated people live in the Unknown and understand that
the only reason they know what they are is because they rest in the
Unknown moment by moment without defining who they are with the mind."
posted to TheNow_2 and Wisdom-l
WHOEVER'S found out what
compassion (heart's imagination)
can be contacted at these days,
is herewith urged to name the place;
and sing about it in full voice,
and dance like crazy and rejoice
beneath the frail birch that appears
to be upon the verge of tears.
I TEACH silence
in all languages
through intensive examination of:
the starry sky,
the Sinanthropus' jaws,
a grasshopper's hop,
an infant's fingernails,
I RESTORE lost love.
Act now! Special offer!
You lie on last year's grass
bathed in sunlight to the chin
while winds of summers past
caress your hair and seem
to lead you in a dance.
For further details, write: "Dream."
WANTED: someone to mourn
the elderly who die
alone in old folks' homes.
Applicants, don't send forms
or birth certificates.
All papers will be torn,
no receipts will be issued
at this or later dates.
FOR PROMISES made by my
who's tricked so many with his sweet
colors and fragrances and sounds -
dogs barking, guitars in the streets -
into believing that they still
might conquer loneliness and fright,
I cannot be responsible.
Mr. Day's widow, Mrs. Night.
~ Wislawa Szymborska ~
(Poems New and Collected 1957-1997, trans. by S. Baranczak and C. Cavanagh)
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