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Nonduality Highlights: Issue #4195, Saturday, March 19, 2011





Away with the Me! Me, Be Gone!

When I'm present, everything is a ghost.
When the I disappears, that ghost becomes all,
and its solidity takes my breath away.
And when the I appears again, miracle of miracles,
it reappears as the whole. What this whole is,
I don't know. It's both empty and full, dark and
effulgent, completely empty, and as solid as
a rock.

- Pete, posted to NondualitySalon




DOVEGLION

he isn't looking at anything
he isn't looking for something
he isn't looking
he is seeing

what

not something outside himself
not anything inside himself
but himself

himself how

not as some anyone
not as any someone

only as a no one (who is everyone)

- e e cummings, posted to The_Now2




Everything that I understand, I understand only because I love.

- Leo Tolstoy, posted to Distillation




Love is a tremendous caring that arises in the wake of transcending the personal self.

In the wake of this transcendence, something amazing arises. A deep love and caring arises from within emptiness, from nowhere.

This love and caring seeks only the Truth in every moment and in all circumstances.

True love is something far greater than anything that could be called personal. True love is a non-personal miracle. It is the nature of reality itself. It is the natural and spontaneous expression of the undivided Self.

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True love is not something that can be created. A love greater than oneself, by its very nature, is something that we can't manufacture. The me cannot manufacture it, even if it wants to. This Love arises from the Self -- from realization of the Self.

Listen and feel into the intuition of oneness within. The feeling of oneness is love; the experience of oneness is realization of your true nature. Love only seems other than you or bigger than you when you are trapped in the perspective of a personal me.

This non-personal love actually is you because you, as you truly are, have never been that which is personal. In one sense, it's simply a matter of how deep enlightenment has gone, how thorough it is.

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We can't really love the whole until we have a deep realization that we are the whole. Otherwise, the vastness of that love is always going to be experienced as a threat to the me.

Love cares not for the me, it cares only for that which is true, undivided, and whole.

When the me dissolves, when it surrenders itself to a unity far greater than anything the mind can comprehend, that is Love.

- Adyashanti, from The Impact of Awakening, posted to The_Now2




You have a purpose only as long as you are not complete; until then completeness, perfection, is the purpose. But when you are complete in yourself, fully integrated within and without, then you enjoy the universe; you do not labor at it.

- Nisargadatta Maharaj, posted to ANetofJewels




Like This

If someone asks,
"What does perfect beauty look like?"
Show him your own face and say,
Like this.

If someone asks,
"What does an angel's wing look like?" - smile.
If he asks about divine fragrance
Pull him close, his face in your hair,
Like this.

If someone asks,
"How did Jesus bring the dead back to life?" -
Don't say a word -
just kiss him softly on the cheek,
Like this.

If someone asks,
"How does it feel to be slain by love?"
Close your eyes and tear open your shirt,
Like this.

If someone asks about my stature,
Stare into space with your eyes wide open,
Like this.

The soul enters one body, then another.
If someone argues about this
Enter my house and wave him good-bye,
Like this.

I am the storehouse of all pleasure,
I am the pain of self-denial.
To see me, lower your eyes to the ground
Then raise them up to heaven,
Like this.

Only the gentle breeze
Knows the secret of union.
Listen as it whispers a song to every heart,
Like this.

If someone asks,
How does a servant attain the glory of God?
Become the shining candle
That every eye can see,
Like this.

I asked about Joseph's perfume
Which rode the wind from city to c
ity - It was your scent
Blowing in from God's perfect world,
Like this.

I asked how Joseph's perfume
Gave sight to the blind -
It was your breeze
Clearing the darkness from my eyes,
Like this.

Perhaps Shams will be generous
And fill our hearts with love.
Perhaps he will raise one eyebrow
And cast us a glance,
Like this.

- Rumi,Ghazal (Ode) 1826, from the Diwan-e Shams, version by Jonathan Star, from Rumi - In the Arms of the Beloved, posted to Sunlight

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