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HarshaSatsangh photo by Jacques De Schryver
Title: Mother and child at the doughnuts shop
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Issue #1091 Saturday, June 1, 2002 Edited by John Metzger
http://www.nonduality.com/hlhome.htm

NDS Jan B.

the show of sunset
infinite its hues and shades
rising once a day
in a single frame of mind
out of nature's oldest hat

NDS Vicki Woodyard
Nurturing the Now

The mind is a place of division and can never contain paradox.

What is beyond me sustains me.

When Christ was hanging on the cross, he said to one of the two
thieves, "This day you shall be with Me in paradise."

He could just as well have said, "This day you shall be with Me
in
paradox."

It is where Rumi lived...."I've lived too long where I can be
reached."

True teachers always point us to this location.

There are many fingers pointing to paradox. We latch onto the
fingers
and start calling them fingerji or finger-san.

It would be silly if it weren't so serious.

Attachment [glee chris.htm] Gloria and Christiana say, "Help,
we've fallen into cyberspace and can't get out."
(editor's note: sorry, this image isn't working. --jerry)

Huck and Tom’s Buddhist Adventure [excerpt]
by P.B. Law

What happens when Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer learn about skillful drinking, the King and the Duke don monkish robes, and the Widow Douglas takes refuge?

I knowed I was in for a heap of sivilizing soon as I got back to St. Petersburg. But this time around it warn’t like no sivilizing I’d ever heard tell of before. First off, they had me go back and stay with the Widow Douglas, as she was all so lonesome ever since her sister, Miss Watson, passed away. Soon as I set foot in the house, though, I knowed something was up. She had that look in her eye that meant one of two things: either she was trying to pass a gallstone something fierce, or she had got religion of a sudden. Knowing her, I figured it was religion, so I laid low and minded my table manners good, so she wouldn’t take her religion out on me. But one day I said something mean about one of the neighbors, and so she heaved a big sigh and said, "You know, Huckleberry, the Good Book tells us that you should love thy neighbor as thy self, and my gooroo told me that that’s because thy neighbor is thyself, so every time you say something hurtful about your neighbor, you’re hurting yourself, too."

This was the first time I had heard any such stuff, so I asked her what her gooroo was. Well, I shouldn’t a opened my mouth, ’cause she set full steam to a bodacious sermon about what a fine Christian man her gooroo was, and how he brung the true religion back from Asia, and how we was all inner connected like, so that if we was to feed someone else, we’d get full, too, and if we was to steal our neighbor’s money, we’d be stealing from ourself. I let her go on, ’cause like I said, sudden religion is like a gallstone, and you just gotta letit pass.

Religion

True Religion is the practice of consistently (and, Ultimately, Permanently) moving out of the disposition, and the presumption, and the very activity of separate and separative self, into the Love-Bliss-Full Condition of Oneness with That Which Is One, Whole, Absolute, All-Inclusive, and Beyond.
—Avatar Adi Da Samraj