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#4934 - Thursday, May 30, 2013 - Editor: Gloria Lee
The Nonduality Highlights http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights/
 
 
To be a man of knowledge one needs to be light and fluid.
 
~Yaqui Mystic
 
via Along The Way
 
Alan Larus Photography
 
 

 
Amituofo
 
Tricycle's Profile of Shifu Shi Yan Ming, 34th Generation Shaolin Monk
by Andrew Gladstone
 
 

In 1992, in the final days of a performance tour of the United States, 34th 
generation Shaolin monk Shi Yan Ming defected and hid out in a San Francisco 
basement before making his way to New York City. Now, 21 years later, he is the 
abbot and founder of the USA Shaolin Temple in Manhattan, where he is the shifu 
(teacher) of many disciples devoted to learning the ways of Ch'an Buddhism and 
Shaolin martial arts.
 
Amituofo means many things—it can be a greeting, it can express gratitude or 
condolences, or it can be a blessing. It is the transliteration of the Sanskrit 
"Amitabha," and is used to express anything honestly from the heart.
 
Watch our profile of Shifu Shi Yan Ming and the USA Shaolin Temple, and make 
sure to watch it big and play it loud. You can also download a transcript here.
 
http://www.tricycle.com/web-exclusive/amituofo
 
(Patience, 5 min video loads before playing.)
 

 
Alan Larus Photography
 
 
Directions
(excerpt)
 
The best time is late afternoon
when the sun strobes through
the columns of trees as you are hiking up,
and when you find an agreeable rock
to sit on, you will be able to see
the light pouring down into the woods
and breaking into the shapes and tones
of things and you will hear nothing
but a sprig of birdsong or the leafy
falling of a cone or nut through the trees,
and if this is your day you might even
spot a hare or feel the wing-beats of geese
driving overhead toward some destination.
 
But it is hard to speak of these things
how the voices of light enter the body
and begin to recite their stories
how the earth holds us painfully against
its breast made of humus and brambles
how we who will soon be gone regard
the entities that continue to return
greener than ever, spring water flowing
through a meadow and the shadows of clouds
passing over the hills and the ground
where we stand in the tremble of thought
taking the vast outside into ourselves.
 
~ Billy Collins 
 
(The Art of Drowning)
 
 
Web version: www.panhala.net/Archive/Directions.html
 


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