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#1196 - Friday, September 13, 2002 - Editor: Gloria
Nondual Forum (photo sent in by Robert O'Hearn)
[Yen Hui said,] "May I ask what the fasting
of the mind is?"
Confucius said, "Make your will one! Don't listen with your ears,
listen with your mind. No, don't listen with your mind, but listen with
your spirit. Listening stops with the ears, the mind stops with
recognition, but spirit is empty and waits on all things. The Way
gathers in emptiness alone. Emptiness is the fasting of the mind."
Root of Heaven roamed on the south side of Mount Vast. When he came
to the bank of Clear Stream he met Nameless Man and asked him.
"Please tell me how to manage the world."
"Go away you dunce." Nameless Man said. "Such questions are no fun I
was just about to join the Creator of Things. If I get bored with that, I'll
climb on the bird Merges with the Sky and soar beyond the six directions.
I'll visit Nothing Whatever town and stay in Boundless country. Why do
you bring up managing the world to disturb my thoughts? ''
Still Root of Heaven repeated his question and Nameless Man responded
"Let your rnind wander among the insipid, blend your energies with the
featureless, spontaneously accord with things, and you will have no room
for selfishness. Then the world will be in order."
Here's one of master Hsu-yun (1840 - 1959)
You've traveled up ten thousand steps
in search of the Dharma.
So many long days in the archives, copying, copying.
The gravity of the Tang and the profundity of the Sung
make heavy baggage.
Here! I've picked you a bunch of wildflowers.
Their meaning is the same
but they're much easier to carry.
DUSTIN LINDENSMITH NonDualParent
Thanks for this great post. I have some friends who teach the same ages
that you do and they feel similarly about how wonderful it is to be in their
My 4-month-old daughter has been brightening more and more each day,
and I find myself laughing in spite of myself when I see the looks of
astonished, excited wonder that light up her face when the seemingly
most mundane things happen: A colourful toy brought into her field of
vision excites her tremendously; when I pick her up from a nap, her
expression explodes into joy just at the sight of me.
Being in the presence of young children is a tremendous reward, I agree.
Thanks again for your post and for being here.
PS: Here's another chance for me to plug my website which is filled with
pics of our little girl:
JP on NDS
Thank you dear Jerry. Yes - from the Vastness of Love - all arise
and return. How? Shrug. I dunno.
And yes - some say - go even beyond Love. Go into Nothingness
- Emptiness. Only Emptiness. That's fine - for any who may want that.
To any human being who can truly and authentically remain 24
hours a day in a perpetual state of nondual awareness - I fold my hands.
To any human being who can be aware of the nondual unitive state and
also simultaneously - be fully human in body, mind, emotion - living
amidst all this - all the seeming contradictions - all the joy and suffering -
beauty and brutality - creation and chaos - knowing and unknowing -
without seeking to escape from this - or creating a false duality - without
denying her/his full humanity - while seeing the awesome mystery of
Love in all and seek somehow to relieve suffering - I fold my hands.
The dualistic world is referred by the beautiful and honest
Leonard Cohen as "Boogie Street" in his latest CD of mystic
poetry/song Ten New Songs. He now studies, as you know, with
"Boogie Street to me was that street of work and desire, the
ordinary life and also the place we live in most of the time that is
relieved by the embrace of your children, or the kiss of your
beloved, or the peak experience in which you yourself are
dissolved, and there is no one to experience it so you feel the
refreshment when you come back from those moments.
As my old teacher said: "Paradise is a good place to visit, but you
can't live there because there are no toilets or restaurants." So
we all hope for those heavenly moments, which we get in those
embraces and those sudden perceptions of beauty and
sensations of pleasure, but we're immediately returned to
Sometimes, one can spend years and years trying to integrate the
unforgettable awesomeness - looking for a human way to contextualize it
and conceptualize it - searching for an explanation - plunging deeply into
the quagmires of dualistic experience/feeling/thinking and an agonizing
sense of confusing separation.
Trying to reconcile the unitive vast Love with the human horrors and
sufferings in the world - and within one's own psyche. Experiencing what
Kazantzakis called through the wise and earthy Zorba the Greek, "the full
Some teachers on the "enlightenment circuit" claim there is no such thing
as an experience of a "dark night of the soul". There is for some. There
are so many different experiences. Many diverse experiences and
Everyone is doing what they can to be happy. I feel everyone is both a
teacher and a student. Even amidst the nightmares. All held tenderly in
Inside, along with you - into Love,
Since I have some Sicilian ancestry - I've changed "Who Am I?" to
"Wazza Matta You?"
You gotta problem wit dat? :))))
ROB SACKS on RamanaMaharshi
Q: Now what exactly do I focus on when I hold the "I"?
That's the million dollar question, isn't it? The Talks
book is full of people who asked the same question.
Bhagavan never seemed to give a straight answer. Maybe
he answered the lucky ones by staring into their eyes
and stopping their minds.
Maybe there's a hint in the following paragraphs, which
I just ran across in David Godman's new book, volume
3 of Power of the Presence:
"....Many western visitors came for Sri Bhagavan's
darshan. One of them, Mr. Maurice Frydman, a Polish
Jew of subtle intellect, plied Sri Bhagavan with ingenious
pleas for practical guidance on Self-Realization. Sri
Bhagavan followed his arguments with keen interest
but kept silent all the time.
"When pressed to say something, Sri Bhagavan only
quoted from the Bible, 'Be still and know that I am
God,' and added a rider that the Lord said 'know' and
not 'think that I am God.'" (page 114)
"Know" not "think"? Maybe it's a hint?
ALAN LARUS on NDS
great! just a couple other responses to why did the chicken cross the road. In
good humor, of course. I hope everyone can laugh a little at themselves.
Harsha: "If crossing is good for the chicken, it's good for me. If staying is
good for the chicken it's good for me. Whatever it does is good for me."
Jan Barendrecht: "Fellow chickens hearken, Not once is a road alone, In the
chicken show, The road thinks Go? Stay? Why? Nothing but practice for the road.
Nothing but soup, to Yama."
Drew: "My latest research shows there is a link between the chicken, the road
and the freemasons. The chicken is completing a 3:4:5 triangle, based on the
Golden Section and the Major Third music interval, in an effort to rule the
Gene Poole: "When you hatch you'll find out."
I don't find it easy to
relate to chicken crossings, especially since
were not very much of the road
and not elitest/legalist like
the turkeys. This is a
Kentucky fried distortion, one of
It's important to remember
that, in his own time, the chicken
was a popular Jewish reformer
but was not followed by the
vast majority of "the chicken
hearted," who simply went
through the motions of their
ancestral faith and were
content to leave crossing the road to
the priestly class and/or to
the followers of itinerant
David Bozzi: so rich corporate
could continue to suppress
that would otherwise appeal
to our dear Mother Earth
David Hodges: "It seems to me the chicken is on its way to New Haven, where
there are two things going on of note: One is the return of the Yale students.
Second is the New Haven Road Labor Day Race, a national level 20k race that
attracts chickens from all over the world."
Jan Sultan: "If crossing is good for the chicken, it's good for me. If staying
is good for the chicken it's good for me. Whatever it does is good for me."
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