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#4340 - Monday, August 15, 2011 - Editor: Gloria Lee
The Nonduality Highlights

Our task is to take this earth so deeply and wholly into ourselves that it
will resurrect within our being.

—Rilke, excerpt from a letter to Witold Hulewicz, November 13, 1925

by Christine Wushke on Facebook



Hope is with you when you believe
The earth is not a dream but living flesh,
That sight, touch, and hearing do not lie,
That all things you have ever seen here
Are like a garden looked at from a gate.

You cannot enter. But you're sure it's there.
Could we but look more clearly and wisely
We might discover somewhere in the garden
A strange new flower and an unnamed star.

Some people say we should not trust our eyes,
That there is nothing, just a seeming,
These are the ones who have no hope.
They think that the moment we turn away,
The world, behind our backs, ceases to exist,
As if snatched up by the hands of thieves.

~ Czeslaw Milosz ~

(The World)

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By letting go our fascination with the extraordinary and spectacular, we
can allow ourselves to recognize the simple wonder that lies within the

For life is its own purpose and doesn't need a reason to be. That is its

~ Tony Parsons

Along The Way


Searching through intellectual knowledge for the true Light is like a man
lost in tunnels under the earth... the deeper he journeys the darker it

~ Rumi

by Melitta Kelly on Facebook


"The less conscious one is of being 'a writer,' the better the writing."

— Pico Iyer


Keeping Quiet

By Pablo Neruda

(1904 - 1973)

English version by Alastair Reid

Now we will count to twelve

and we will all keep still.

For once on the face of the earth

let's not speak in any language,

let's stop for one second,

and not move our arms so much.

It would be an exotic moment

without rush, without engines,

we would all be together

in a sudden strangeness.

Fishermen in the cold sea

would not harm whales

and the man gathering salt

would look at his hurt hands.

Those who prepare green wars,

wars with gas, wars with fire,

victory with no survivors,

would put on clean clothes

and walk about with their brothers

in the shade, doing nothing.

What I want should not be confused

with total inactivity.

Life is what it is about;

I want no truck with death.

If we were not so single-minded

about keeping our lives moving,

and for once could do nothing,

perhaps a huge silence

might interrupt this sadness

of never understanding ourselves

and of threatening ourselves with death.

Perhaps the earth can teach us

as when everything seems dead

and later proves to be alive.

Now I'll count up to twelve

and you keep quiet and I will go.

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