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Nonduality Highlights: Issue #4338, Saturday, August 13, 2011
My only regret in life is that I'm not someone else.
- Woody Allen, posted to Distillation
Waking up to who you are requires letting go of who you imagine yourself to be.
- Alan Watts, posted to DailyDharma
That voice which is the origin of every cry
and sound: that indeed is the only voice,
and the rest are only echoes.
- Rumi, version by Camille and Kabir Helminski, from Rumi: Daylight, posted to AlongTheWay
Shall I tell you our secret?
We are charming thieves who steal hearts
and never fail because we are
the friends of the One.
The time for old preaching is over
we aim straight at the heart.
If the mind tries to sneak in and take over
we will string it up without delay.
We turn poison into medicine
and our sorrows into blessings.
All that was familiar;
our loved ones and ourselves,
we had to leave behind.
Blessed is the poem that comes through me
but not of me because the sound of my own music
will drown the song of Love.
- Rumi, Ghazal (Ode) 424, translated by Azima Melita Kolin and Maryam Mafi, from Rumi: Hidden Music, posted to Sunlight
Whatever your name, Shiva, Vishnu,
the genius who inspired Scherazade,
savior of the Jains, the pure Buddha,
lotus-born God, I am sick. The world
is my disease, and You are the cure,
You, you, you, you, you, you, you.
- Lalla, from Naked Song - Versions by Coleman Barks, posted to AlongTheWay
Buddha in Glory
Center of all centers, core of cores,
almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet -
all this universe, to the furthest stars
all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit.
Now you feel how nothing clings to you;
your vast shell reaches into endless space,
and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow.
Illuminated in your infinite peace,
a billion stars go spinning through the night,
blazing high above your head.
But in you is the presence that
will be, when all the stars are dead.
- Rainer Maria Rilke
Truth is too simple for words
before thought gets tangled up in nouns and verbs
there is a wordless sound
a deep breathless sigh
of overwhelming relief
to find the end of fiction
in this ordinary
yet extraordinary moment
when words are recognized
and truth is recognized
as everything else
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