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#4164 - Monday, February 14, 2011 - Editor: Gloria Lee

The Nonduality Highlights -      

I unpetalled you, like a rose,
to see your soul,
and I didn't see it.

But everything around
--horizons of lands and of seas--
everything, out to the infinite,
was filled with a fragrance,
enormous and alive.

~ Juan Ramon Jimenez, translated by Stephen Mitchell


posted by Kia Pierce to Facebook  

My soul is naked.
It wears the transparent garment of love.
  .................   Isn’t it the secret intent of this taciturn earth,
when it forces lovers together, that inside
their boundless emotion all things may
shudder with joy?
~ R.M. Rilke 

  posted by Enea Bozeglav to Facebook

"If you want connection, it's because you are connection.
Be what you want, and then it happens all around you.
If you want love, be it.
You'll have more love than you know what to do with.
Whatever you are inside, you receive a thousandfold on the outside."  

~ Adyashanti

"The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,
they're in each other all along."



The Ball  

As long as nothing can be known for sure
(no signals have been picked up yet),
as long as Earth is still unlike
the nearer and more distant planets,   a

s long as there's neither hide nor hair
of other grasses graced by other winds,
of other treetops bearing other crowns,
other animals as well-grounded as our own,  

as long as only the local echo
has been known to speak in syllables,  

as long as we still haven't heard word
of better or worse mozarts,
platos, edisons somewhere,   a

s long as our inhuman crimes
are still committed only between humans,  

as long as our kindness
is still incomparable,
peerless even in its imperfection,  

as long as our heads packed with illusions
still pass for the only heads so packed,  

as long as the roofs of our mouths alone
still raise voices to high heavens--  

let's act like very special guests of honor
at the district-firemen's ball
dance to the beat of the local oompah band,
and pretend that it's the ball
to end all balls.  

I can't speak for others--
for me this is
misery and happiness enough:   j

ust this sleepy backwater
where even the stars have time to burn
while winking at us

~ Wislawa Szymborska ~      

(View with a Grain of Sand, translated by S. Baranczak and C. Cavanagh)
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