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#5082 - Monday, November 11, 2013 - Editor: Gloria Lee
 
 
 
November 11 is Veteran's Day. Thank you to all who serve your country.
And to their families who also serve and miss their loved ones.
 
This is my parents during WW11, Dad was wounded by shrapnel while serving on 
a ship in the Pacific. He was nearly left behind for dead on that ship. We all had 
a better life thanks to the GI Bill making him the first in his family to go to 
college. However the high fever he suffered from his wounds damaged his heart 
and shortened his life to 57 years. I still miss him. I do not know how to sort
sacrifices into big and small, nor would I want to measure one person's loss by another.
I simply want to say, "Thanks, Dad".
 
 
 

 
 
 
MUCH HAS BEEN SAID
 
Much has been said about the eternal and untouchable nature of love, its tidal 
ungovernable forces and its emergence from beyond the ordinary, but love may 
find its fullest, most imagined and most courageous form when it leaves the 
abstractions and safety of the timeless, the eternal and the untouchable to make 
its promises amidst the fears, vulnerabilities and disappearances of our 
difficult, touchable and time bound world. To love and to witness love in the face 
of possible loss and to find the mystery of love's promise in the shadow of that 
loss, and in the shadow of our own inevitable disappearance may be where the 
eternal God of origins stands most in awe of the full consequences of our 
incarnation.
 
 
November Thoughts
©David Whyte and Many Rivers Press
 
Photo: © DW. Window, Gate Houae, Mathern, Wales.
 
 

 
For those of us who do not bow enough.
Rumi, Pay Homage
 
If God said,
"Rumi, pay homage to everything
that has helped you
enter my
arms."
 

there would not be one experience of my life,
not one thought, not one feeling,
not any act, I
would not 
bow
to.
 

~ Rumi
 
from November TAT Forum
 

 
"How do you swim?" he began after a silence. "You throw water  behind and 
behind you, that's how you propel yourself. Spiritual life is the same;  you keep 
throwing everything behind, as you go on. This is the only way; there is  no 
other." 
 
~ Irena Tweedie, from Daughter of Fire: Diary of a Spiritual Training with a  
Sufi Master. Published by The Golden Sufi Center, Point Reyes, California.  
http://tatfoundation.org/forum2013-11.htm

 

 
 
The real sunrise is in the sky of the heart. 
Just as the water jar reflects the sun, 
so the entire Universe shines in the heart of the One.
 
~ Nityananda
 
Tao & Zen on Facebook
 

 
Unless you let the truth of life teach you on its own terms, unless you develop 
some concrete practices for recognizing and overcoming your dualistic mind, you 
will remain in the first half of life forever, as most humanity has up to now. In 
the first half of life, you cannot work with the imperfect, nor can you accept 
the magical sense of life, which finally means that you cannot love anything or 
anyone at any depth. Nothing is going to change in history as long as most people 
are merely dualistic, either-or thinkers. Such splitting and denying leaves us at 
the level of mere information.
 
Whole people see and create wholeness wherever they go; split people see and 
create splits in everything and everybody. We are meant to see in wholes and no 
longer just in parts. Yet we get to the whole by falling down into the messy 
parts—so many times, in fact, that we long and thirst for the wholeness and 
fullness of all things, including ourselves. I promise you this unified field is the 
only and lasting meaning of "up".
 
 
Adapted from Falling Upward: A Spirituality for the Two Halves of Life 

 
 
Kindness
 
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken 
will stare out the window forever.
 
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness, 
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho 
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans 
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
 
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, 
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.  
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
 
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.
 
~ Naomi Shihab Nye
 
(Words From Under the Words: Selected Poems)
 
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