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#4531 - Monday, March
5, 2012 - Editor: Gloria Lee
The Nonduality Highlights - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlightsВ В В
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"It suddenly struck me
that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the
Earth. I put
up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small." В
— Neil Armstrong
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'Where? Where can I enter
the way? How? How can I study? '
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Kyosei asked: 'What is
the noise outside?'
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'That’s the voice
of the raindrops, that’s the rain.' the
student said.
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'Enter from there.'
Kyosei replied.
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As he listened,
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Mindlessly,
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The eavesdrops entered
him.
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Waka on Kyosei's raindrop
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Revival
by Luci Shaw В
March. I am beginning
to anticipate a thaw. Early mornings the earth, old unbeliever, is still crusted with frost where the moles have nosed up their cold castings, and the ground cover in shadow under the cedars hasn't softened for months, fogs layering their slow, complicated ice around foliage and stem night by night, В
but as the light
lengthens, preacher
of good news, evangelizing leaves and branches, his large gestures beckon green out of gray. Pinpricks of coral bursting from the cotoneasters. A single bee finding the white heather. Eager lemon-yellow aconites glowing, low to the ground like little uplifted faces. A crocus shooting up a purple hand here, there, as I stand on my doorstep, my own face drinking in heat and light like a bud welcoming resurrection, and my hand up, too, ready to sign on for conversion. В
from What the Light Was Like. © Word Farm, 2010.В В
photo by Alan Larus
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The wonder is that colour
came from the colourless:
how is it that colour came to fight the colourless? В
Since the rose is born
from the thorn, and the thorn
From the rose, why are they quarreling? Or is it not really war but divine purpose and artifice, like the quarrels of merchants? Or is it neither this nor that? Is it the perplexity? В
The treasure must be
sought;
this perplexity is the ruin where it is hidden. В
- Rumi
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Beautys Way
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Is it me, close to home?
Is it me by blooming blossom blown? В
Am I dreaming called to
surface now?
The seed of day is sown В
Everyday from start,
every day
a darkness hides the Heart Say this flowing stream is beautys way Exactly like the first, every drop is thirst and darkness hides the Heart В
So born to no avail, mind
will never fail
life goes like a breeze While beauty true is waiting, В just to seize В
Close to home, and loosing me By knowingВ bluebells, dandelions and the honey bee В This garden came afloat on a mighty sea В
The planets and the stars
The mountains and the slopes, all inside the boat, mankind and its hopes В Take to the wings of being, like golden gull above Seer in seeing, singer of love I am the way,В I am the call,В I am В
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- Alan Larus
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presentation withВ more photos
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"And suddenly, I looked
at the bull. He had this innocence that all
animals have
in their eyes, and he looked at me with this pleading. It was like a cry for justice, deep down inside of me. I describe it as being like a prayer - because if one confesses, it is hoped, that one is forgiven. I felt like the worst shit on earth." В
This photo shows the
collapse of Torrero Alvaro Munera, as he
realized in the
middle of the his last fight... the injustice to the animal. From that day forward he became an opponent of bullfights. Ed Note: This story
checked out, most references in Spanish, and
he does now
work with campaign to stop
bullfighting. Story via Facebook.
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