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Nonduality Highlights: Issue #3841, Saturday, March 20, 2010, Editor: Mark



I, too, have slept on nails; I've stood with my eyes open to the sun in the hot sands of the Ganges; I've eaten so little food that you couldn't fill one fingernail with the amount I ate each day. Whatever ascetic practices under the sun human beings have done, I, too, have done! Through them all I've learned that fighting against oneself through such practices is not the way.

- The Buddha

We must learn to trust that what needs to open within us will do so, in just the right fashion. In fact, our body, heart, and spirit know how to give birth, to open naturally, like the petals of a flower. We need not tear at the petals nor force the flower. We must simply stay planted and present.

- Jack Kornfield

Perhaps today is your day to bloom, darlin'. Just let go, relax, and watch your inner beauty touch all who see you smile. They will muse, "Indeed, spring is here."

- dg, posted to DailyDharma




Emotionally I feel calm, joyous and yet feeling with more sensitivity I notice a concern. It's from my childhood. A kind of sickness connected to the tension in my shoulders. A hopelessness. I'm close to tears. Nobody is listening. I'm alone, lonely. I'm about 7 years old. I'm in my room, a feverish heat in my head ... bright, coloured, frightening images.

There is a deep cry coming up in me that I can't voice. It contains tears. There is a loss of connection with my mother in a big empty space. The walls are miles away and hard. I'm tiny.

"What is the point of origin of this feeling?" It draws me back ... to my birth. Compressive forces are pushing on me, making me smaller. I feel a big space outside, but where I am there is pressure on me. It's unfamiliar, strange, frightening. I recognise it from earlier on the womb and it's tied to my first associations with the body. I was free and now I'm being troubled by the energies ... the food, the emotional turmoil, the dreamlike images all entering the body space and disturbing it.

I want to feel back into how it was before, and yet there is something about this strange new body that keeps me here ... something interesting. I feel that I have a choice. I want to run away, but there is something about the stimulus which is interesting.

"What is the cry for?" The cry is for the freedom I surrendered, and against the imposition that I feel. It's a wonderful new experience. The price paid is freedom, dance ... eternal joy.

There is a new dance but not a free dance. I feel the loss of who I am, I'm being pulled away from who I am. I'm investing myself in the chemistry of the body, the nervous system, all the systems. I can feel the big heartbeat of the womb, and the fluids coursing. This is not who I am, but I'm interested in it. It's as if I made a choice. I've said "yes" to birth, and saying "yes" to birth I must let go of freedom. I didn't know what I was saying "yes" to. It's all a mystery - I want a return to the connection with the largeness of who I am.

Some loving force encouraged me, drew me into this. After so much vacillating, I`m saying "yes". It feels dynamic - so much going on emotionally, physically - it draws me into it.

There is a delightful play of light that I've become isolated from - a light that is more than life itself.

I'm on the bus, and at 7 years old the bus is very small with a peculiar empty space around it. I need to let go of the hardness, smallness. I need to soften it, to smile.

"There is no-one who can help you more than who you are ... you've just forgotten it." I cry for my little boy, who is closed in on himself and feeling isolated.

"Reach for what is there." The outer layers crack like a shell. Parts of the shell stick to me, but as it cracks the walls come in, light comes in ... I smile.

The light carries understanding of how I've conceptualised my own hardness. The hardness is not real, it's something I've built and is not necessary. It's bright sunshine - I'm growing bigger, bigger - losing the fear of what might be beyond. No matter how far I look there is only love.

I feel loved, I cry tears of joy. Knowing I'm loved lets me be who I am, freely. It's nurturing, warm, sustaining, sure, substantial. Anything is possible in this peace and stillness. I want to play, dance, share a smile, see the brother in everybody. I'm known and loved, I am seen and loved ... the love that springs from the essence of who I am, and which balances the shortcomings of love from mother perfectly. It's all that is needed.

I come out of my room, look everyone in the eye with a smile, sharing games. I feel assured, self-assurance, happy, spontaneous, uninhibited ... full of song.

Now I'm focusing on the Solar Plexus ... the sacred space. Being presenting at this point is opportunity, an open doorway. I feel deep into my being and respond fully to the moment in any situation, fully and adequately, with understanding and sensitivity and love, seeing see the positive ... looking for the positive in everything that's presented.

The door is a circle of light. There is blue sky through the door ... fleecy clouds, mountains, valleys, rivers, people, gardens, opportunities for development.

Now I'm through the door, I remember I am loved, am being known and loved ... am undoubtedly loved.

Love, john

- posted to The_Now2




My intent is to support the direct and lasting discovery of peace and fulfillment already present in the heart.

All life form ends. Even the form of the Earth itself will end. In recognizing the beginning and ending of even the most monumental of life forms, we can also recognize what holds it all: what holds that which we appear in, that which we live because of, and that into which we -- as life forms -- disappear; into which the whole of creation appeared and into which it all eventually disappears.

The great benefit of our human life form is that we can turn our consciousness back toward what is present in all life forms. That is, of course, life itself. You do not have life form without life.

But what is life, and is its existence independent of its form? When you and I die, when our bodies drop, when a mountain returns to dust, does life die?

If you ask these questions very deeply of yourself, there is the possibility of discovering what is immortal. Life - life before even life energy - is immortal.

It is my intention that we discover this field of life that is the same in each of us. It is my intention that this be discovered so fully that nothing can dislodge it. No amount of trouble, no amount of disease, no amount of pain can dislodge the deepest peace of realizing yourself to be one and the same as life itself.

You can take a moment now and turn your attention to life. You don't have to know anything else... Just stop for a moment and turn your attention to life -- whether it's a good life, a bad life, a successful life, or a failure of a life. Life! Just the wonder of that can obliterate all of the dishonoring of it in an instant. In this instant.

When individual consciousness flips back into its true identity as life itself - before, during, and after life form - then time experienced in and as life form is free. It is free, and it is sacred. It is not free from the experience of pain, or of troubles; and it is not free from the experience of disease. It is not free from the experience of death. It is free in that it knows itself to be life.

Although the individual consciousness is still attached to a particular life form - you, me, others, a mountain - the deeper, irrevocable attachment is to life itself. That shift is the end of being haunted by the death of life forms and the beginning of recognizing the sacredness of life itself, both formless and formed.

Maybe your mother's form is gone, or your husband's, child's, friend's, or enemy's gone. But the life they represented in their short time is still here. Flowers in a vase have been cut, and they are already dying, but they are still radiating life. Even when they are dried up they will radiate life. Even if there is a picture of them after they are long gone and extinct, you can still be struck by their radiation of life.

The recognition of life itself is extraordinary, and the possibility is that you recognize yourself as life itself -- not separate from this form, but free of it. Then you live your life sacredly, as a precious experience that will be over, that will end.

Your recognition of yourself as life offers the flavour of your particular life form to the precious sacred experience of life itself.

Then the human mind is turned to something more than finding what is wrong; it is actually turned to the wonder of existence and the precious sacredness of life.

- Gangaji, posted to The_Now2




Reality alone exists - and that we are. All the rest is only a dream, a dream of the One Mind, which is our mind without the 'our'. Is it so hard to accept? Is it so difficult to assimilate and to live?

Wei Wu Wei, from Why Lazurus Laughed, posted to Distillation




The Essential Nature of Mind

No words can describe it
No example can point to it
Samsara does not make it worse
Nirvana does not make it better
It has never been born
It has never ceased
It has never been liberated
It has never been deluded
It has never existed
It has never been nonexistent
It has no limits at all

It does not fall into any kind of category.

- Dudjom Rinpoche, posted to Distillation

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