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Issue #1305 - Tuesday, December 31, 2002 - Editor: michael
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Mary Bianco NondualitySalon@yahoogroups.com,
white
oh so very white
absolute white
naked white
stark, frozen and
sedulously present
to escape
such whiteness
I dive
deep
into its inexistence
to be baptized
in the waters
of infinite colors
only to rediscover
the entire spectrum
is ever-present
in the purity of
white
love
mary
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Terry Murphy - offers some Rumi
Whoever is loved is beautiful, but the opposite is not true, that
whoever is beautiful is loved. Real beauty is part of
loved-ness, and that
loved-ness is primary. If a being is loved, he or she has
beauty,
because a part cannot be separate from the whole. Many
girls were more
beautiful than Laila, but Majnun did not love them.
"Let us bring some of them
to meet you," they used to say to Majnun, and he would
reply, "it is not
the form of Laila that I love. Laila is not the form.
You're looking at
the cup, whereas I think only of the wine that I will drink from
that
cup. If you gave me a chalice studded with gemstones, but
filled it with
vinegar or something other than wine, what use would that
be? An old, broken
dipper-gourd with Laila-wine in it is better than a hundred
precious
goblets full of other liquid."
Passion is present when a man can distinguish between the wine
and the container. Two men see a loaf of bread. One
hasn't eaten anything
for ten days. The other has eaten five times a day, every
day. He sees the
shape of the loaf. The other man with his urgent need sees
*inside* into
the taste, and into the nourishment the bread could give.
Be that
hungry, to see within all beings the Friend.
Creatures are cups. The sciences
and the arts and all branches
of knowledge are inscriptions around the edges of the cups.
When a cup
shatters, the writing can no longer be read. The wine's the
thing!
The wine that's held in the mold of these physical cups.
Drink the wine
and know what lasts and what to love. The man who truly
asks must be
sure of two things: One, that he's mistaken in what he is doing
or thinking
now. And two, that there is a wisdom he doesn't even know
yet.
Asking is half of knowing.
Everyone turns toward someone.
Look for one scarred by the King's polo stick.
A man or a woman is said to be absorbed
when the water has total
control of him, and he no control of the water. A swimmer
moves
around willfully. An absorbed being has no will but the
water's going. Any
word or act is not really personal, but the way the water has of
speaking
or doing. As when you hear a voice coming out of a wall,
and you know
it's not the wall talking, but someone inside, or perhaps someone
outside echoing off the wall. Saints are like that.
They've achieved the condition of a wall, or a door.
rumi (barks/arberry)
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Mace Mealer
This one is often
visited by confusion,
but even when
I make it
a most honored guest,
it seldom stays long.
This sets me to think,
that it doesn't care
for contentment,
who it appears,
at times,
may be taking up
permanent residence.
Oh well,
neither
are much bother,
and it is
such a
beautiful day.
