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#4157 - Monday, February 7, 2011 - Editor: Gloria Lee

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"EMILY: "Does anyone ever realize life while they live it...every, every
STAGE MANAGER: "No. Saints and poets maybe...they do some."
Thornton Wilder (Our Town)



Life is precious
by Christine Wushke on Wednesday, February 2, 2011 on Facebook


Several years ago I was going through a really tough time. During this period
of difficulty, I had a dream that I will never forget.


I remember going to bed feeling hopeless and drained one night, and falling
asleep in a state of despair and exhaustion.


I had a dream that I was dead. In the dream there was someone beside me
that I couldn’t see, but I could hear a voice and feel a loving presence. I
remember feeling really sad and full of remorse that I had died, and wishing
that I could go back to earth, if even for just two minutes.


The voice beside me offered to fulfill my wish, and sent me back for two
minutes. In a blink I was dropped back down to earth in my familiar body,
but surrounded by totally different circumstances. In this new scenario I
had just found out that the love of my life was having an affair with another
woman and I was feeling heartbroken and alone.


Elated with being back, I didn’t even care about the ‘scene’ going on around
me, I felt relieved and grateful just to be back. Knowing my two minutes
would be up soon I soaked in every precious second of heartbreak, sorrow,
betrayal and loss.


After getting pulled out of this scene and back to the ‘dead’ state, I asked
again if I could please please be allowed to go back for just two minutes
more. The voice agreed and I was allowed to go back.


This time I was dropped into yet another totally different scenario. In this
scene I was happily married but we were going bankrupt and losing
everything. Knowing that the two minutes were very fleeting, I soaked in
every second of financial distress, worry and uncertainty.


Once more I was pulled out, floating in deadness with the loving voice. Again
I asked to go back, and again I was given that wish.


This time I became aware of an interesting time distortion, in the scene
around me everything was falling apart, I was feeling the impossibility of
'holding it together'. Knowing the two minutes would end soon I drank in
'falling apart' and the feeling of losing control. I noticed that what felt to me
like two minutes was different than the time line playing out in the scene
around me. Hours were racing by in the situation around me, while my two
minutes were very slowly ticking by.


At some point I became aware that I was dreaming and a very lucid thought,
'OK you have made your point' shattered the dream. I found myself lying in
bed starting at the ceiling. For a few minutes I drank in the sensation of
being alive, really alive. I drank in what it means to be human, and the
sweetness of all the things we experience here. Something about this dream
had given me a glimpse of just how rare and precious it is to be human.


The memory of the dream has faded somewhat over the years, but the feeling
of life being fleeting and precious has never really left. I am often reminded
of this dream during times of overwhelm or strong emotional responses to
situations. I am often reminded to take the time and drink in sorrow,
overwhelm, or heartbreak; knowing that the whole thing is so very fleeting.
Our humanity is truly a gift to be cherished..





He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy.
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.


~William Blake


There is no way into presence


except through a Love exchange.


If someone asks,


"But what is Love ? "


answer, "Dissolving the will."




Belle Heywood on Facebook


Meher Baba has said, "If you can't love, at least give in"....!!!


When we Love God, the Absolute, or another, and we know that we and God,
or another are "mind stuff"; simply "non-existent" nouns, then we realize we
ARE the verb of Love that appears to be between the two. The Love is all
that exists. No Me, No God, just the Love. Love in action is everything..

~The Bhakti of Nisargadatta Maharaj


by Bill Lindley on Facebook



Bury the Flowers, Burn the Flowers


(For Kabir)


by Robert Kirbo Sept 2009




Bury the flowers, burn the flowers, do you not see I am gone?


What you believe was me was never me, no more than the earth or sea


I was the ocean and the fish, the forest and the fawn


I was never the person you thought I was, of worldly things


Nor was I just a dreamer to ignore or cast aspersions by the score


I said to love, and always love, to love what love brings


You walked my streets but not my path, wore my robe but not my crown


You whispered my words, in the dark but never in a daylit park


And now you wonder how my words remain when my body is down


It's simple really, and perhaps a greater mystery


The spirit moves in each of us, the breath of God inspires us


And yet we think we earn our laurels from our own history


Bury the flowers, burn the flowers, that was never the meter of mine


Speak the 99 names of God, whisper Kabir and know


That I never was, but never left, and am forever thine.




(The title is actually what Kabir told his followers when they asked what his
wishes were for them to do upon his death. This really moved was so
pure! ~Bob Kirbo)


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