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#1252 Friday, November 8, 2002 -
Edited by Gloria
from DAILY DHARMA
"One day when Pooh was out walking, he came to a large
oak tree. From the top of the tree came a loud buzzing
He said to himself: 'The only reason for making a
buzzing noise that I know of is because you're a bee.
And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is
making honey. And the only reason for making honey is
so as 'I' can eat it.' He began to climb the tree. He
climbed and he climbed and he climbed. He sang a
little song: 'Isn't it funny, How a bear likes honey?
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! I wonder why he does?'
~ from Winnie the Pooh and Some Bees
"...Big Nutbrown Hare settled Little Nubrown Hare into
his bed of leaves. He leaned over and kissed him good
night. Then he lay down close by and whispered with a
smile, 'I love you right up to the moon - and back.'"
~from Guess How Much I Love You
"Lord, keep me safe throughout the night,
Protect me from my fears.
Let angels watch me as I sleep,
Til morning light appears. Amen."
~from Thank You For This Day
Ok, i'm visiting my grandchildren... lol..
but i do love you to the moon, hope angels watch over
you tonight, and am sure honey nature is the same as
Buddha Nature. nite everyone, love, dg
Some of you will remember the nondualquotes list. I have
finally managed to make webpages with all of the quotations/
poems which I posted on that list. You can read them at:
My next task will be to archive allspirit
I begin the rather more daunting task of the old allspirit
mirrored in the pond
lilies double vision shows
dual are all bonds
yet there is a double blind
to unveil true peace of mind
An Invitation to Write and Share
The next volume of HS Magazine is in the planning
stages now and we are looking for your input.
At this point, we are seeking all sorts of articles
from experienced yogis and meditators and health care
practitioners and even weight lifters on diet, health,
and various types of yogas, including Kundalini Yoga.
We are also interested in articles on illness and
spirituality, work and spirituality. If you have some
good ideas and want to write, please contact me or one
of the editors for the magazine. The HS mag now has a
very substantial readership and is dedicated to be an
outlet for the teachings of love and nonviolence in
the context of a spiritual life.
As usual, we will have articles on Advaita and Ramana
Maharshi and the teachings of the great Sage of
Arunachala, as well as writings on nonviolence.
In addition, we will continue with our tradition of
publishing poetry and art and being a resource for
other creative energies related to the spiritual
Love to all
The link to the magazine is given below.
HarshaSatsangh Magazine and Website is at
"Love Calls Us to the Things of This World"
The eyes open to a cry of pulleys,
And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul
Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple
As false dawn.
Outside the open window
The morning air is awash with angels.
Some are in bed-sheets, some are in blouses,
Some are in smocks: but truly there they are.
Now they are rising together in calm swells
Of halcyon feeling, filling whatever they wear
With the deep joy of their impersonal breathing;
Now they are flying in place, conveying
The terrible speed of their omnipresence, moving
And staying like white water; and now of a sudden
They swoon down into so rapt a quiet
That nobody seems to be there.
The soul shrinks
From all that it is about to remember,
From the punctual rape of every blessed day,
"Oh, let there be nothing on earth but laundry,
Nothing but rosy hands in the rising steam
And clear dances done in the sight of heaven."
Yet, as the sun acknowledges
With a warm look the world's hunks and colors,
The soul descends once more in bitter love
to accept the waking body, saying now
In a changed voice as the man yawns and rises,
"Bring them down from their ruddy gallows;
Let there be clean linen for the backs of thieves;
Let lovers go fresh and sweet to be undone,
And the heaviest nuns walk in a pure floating
Of dark habits,
keeping their difficult balance."
To climb up the mountain is to climb down.
To climb down the mountain is to go nowhere.
To go nowhere is to understand there is nowhere to go.
To understand there is nowhere to go is to stop climbing down.
To stop climbing down is to be at the top of the mountain.
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|DR. ROBERT PUFF|
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