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#4204 - Monday, March 28, 2011 - Editor: Gloria Lee
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"Go into yourself and see how deep the place is from which your life flows."
~Rainer Maria Rilke
Whatever gives pleasure
is the fragrance
of the Friend.
Whatever makes us wonder
comes from that light.
What's inside the ground
begins to sprout
because you spilled wine there.
What dies in autumn
comes up in spring
because this way of saying no
becomes in spring
your praise song yes.
By Belle Heywood on Facebook
Because your meadows call
I weave light into words so that
When your mind holds them
Your eyes will relinquish their sadness,
Turn bright, a little brighter, giving to us
The way a candle does
To the dark.
I have wrapped my laughter like a
And left it beside your bed. I have planted the wisdom in my heart
Next to every signpost in the sky.
A wealthy man
Often becomes eccentric,
A divine crazed soul
Is transformed into infinite generosity
Tying gold sacks of gratuity
To the dangling feet of moons, planets, ecstatic
Midair dervishes, and singing birds.
Because every cell in your body
Is reaching out
~ Hafiz, trans. by Daniel Ladinsky by Kia Pierce on Facebook
"There is only revelation. There can be only revelation. But Revelation
comes from Spirit, and of Spirit there is no knowledge. Soon it will be
twilight. But the clouds are still clear, the pines are not yet dark. For the
lake illumines them with its transparence. And all is green, a richer green
than any organ blast at a recital. Listen to it sitting close to the earth, arms
tightly clasped, eyes closed too, as if asleep. For you must not walk as if
you are a conqueror. You must not wish to give a name to things, to
everything. Things will tell you who they are, if you listen, surrendered to
them, like a lover. They will do so because, in the frictionless peace of this
Northern Forest, the Earth came to you, for you, in the visible form of an
Angel, who could be a woman, perhaps. And in this apparition, this greenest
and peopled solitude, yes, the Angel too is clothed in green , that is in
twilight, silence, and truth. Then all the sweetness present in
self-abandonment to an overwhelming embrace is in you."
~ Henry Corbin,
from the Preface to "The Voyage and the Messenger: Iran and Philosophy"
Contributed by Wayne Ferguson
(for my daughters)
I want to tell you that the world
is still beautiful.
I tell you that despite
children raped on city streets,
shot down in school rooms,
despite the slow poisons seeping
from old and hidden sins
into our air, soil, water,
despite the thinning film
that encloses our aching world.
Despite my own terror and despair.
I want you to know that spring
is no small thing, that
the tender grasses curling
like a baby's fine hairs around
your fingers are a recurring
miracle. I want to tell you
that the river rocks shine
like God, that the crisp
voices of the orange and gold
October leaves are laughing at death,
I want to remind you to look
beneath the grass, to note
the fragile hieroglyphs
of ant, snail, beetle. I want
you to understand that you
are no more and no less necessary
than the brown recluse, the ruby-
throated hummingbird, the humpback
whale, the profligate mimosa.
I want to say, like Neruda,
that I am waiting for
"a great and common tenderness",
that I still believe
we are capable of attention,
that anyone who notices the world
must want to save it.
~ Rebecca Baggett ~
(Women's Uncommon Prayers)
Web version: www.panhala.net/Archive/Testimony.html
The Spring issue has interviews
with several regular contributors known to
readers of the Highlights. Vicki Woodyard tells about her main teacher,
Vernon Howard, and her book, Life with a Hole in It. Berit Ellingsen "grew
up" on the early days of Nonduality Salon and HarshaSatsangh and credits
Jerry Katz and Dr. Harsha Luthar with showing her the way to self inquiry.
She has written a fiction novel about awakening, called The Empty City. Bill
Lindley's writing has been introduced here recently, look for Eat Your
Vegetables First, Enlightenment for Desert! James Corrigan once led a
discussion group on yahaoo about his book, Introduction to Awareness. He
has a poem this time. Several more writers new to me have interestings topics.
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