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Issue #1292 - Wednesday, December 18, 2002 - Editor: Jerry
GLORIA LEE
from NDS News
Miracle, the Sacred White Female Buffalo Calf, was born on the
farm
of Dave, Valerie, and Corey Heider during the morning of August
20,
1994. Not an albino, she is considered to be the first white
buffalo calf born since 1933. Furthermore, she is extremely
important to the religious beliefs of many American Indian
tribes.
The Lakota, Dakota, and Nakota Nations (known collectively as the
Sioux) are considered her primary spiritual guardians and she
plays
a pivotal role in the fulfillment of their most revered
prophecies.
However, her place in the prophecies and beliefs of many tribes
make her a highly sacred symbol to many of the American Indian
Nations across the continent. She is seen by a vast number of
people as a symbol of hope and renewal for humanity and for
harmony
between all peoples, all races, in our world today.
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http://www.homestead.com/WhiteBuffaloMiracle/
The white calf changes colors over the first few years, to
black,
red, and yellow to include all races.
http://www.homestead.com/WhiteBuffaloMiracle/MiracleEarlyYears.html
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GILL EARDLEY
from Allspirit
Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening
Robert Frost.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The coldest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep of
easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go, before I sleep."
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JOSEPH RILEY from Panhala
On Being Called to Prayer
While Cooking Dinner for Forty
When the heavens and the earth
are snapped away like a painted shade,
and every creature called to account,
please forgive me my head
full of chickpeas, garlic, and parsley.
I am in love with the lemon
on the counter, and the warmth
of my brother's shoulder distracted me
when we stood to pray.
The imam took us over
for the first prostration,
but I kept one ear cocked
for the cry of the kitchen timer,
thrilled to realize today's cornbread
could become tomorrow's stuffing.
This thrift may buy me ten warm minutes
in bed tomorrow, before the singer
climbs the minaret in the dark,
to wake me to the work
of thought, word, deed.
I have so little time to finish (only I
know how to turn the dish, so the first taste
makes my brother's eyes open wide) -
forgive me, this pleasure
seems more urgent than the prayer -
I take refuge in You
from the inextricable mischief
of every thing You made,
eggs, milk, cinnamon, kisses, sleep.
~ Patrick Donnelly
The Virginia Quarterly Review
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from Daily Dharma
"The 'secret' of life that we are all looking for is just
this: to
develop through sitting and daily life practice the power and
courage to return to that which we have spent a lifetime hiding
from, to rest in the bodily experience of the present moment -
even
if it is a feeling of being humiliated, or failing, of
abandonment,
of unfairness."
~Charlotte Joko Beck _____________________________________________________________________________
from The Other Syntax
When you see there are no longer familiar features in the
world.
Everything is new. Everything has never happened before. The
world is
incredible! Nothing is any longer familiar. Everything you gaze
at
becomes nothing! Things simply become nothing and yet they are
still
there.
A SEPARATE REALITY
Carlos Castaneda
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SAM
from Million Paths
Be careful.The moment you start talking you create a verbal
universe,
a universe of words, ideas, concepts and abstractions, interwoven
and inter-dependent, most wonderfully generating, supporting and
explaining each other and yet all without essence or substance,
mere creations of the mind. Words create words, reality is
silent.
from I AM THAT, Nisargadatta ___________________________________________________________________________
MARKANDEYA
Bhakti
The scriptures tell us to love God with all our being, with every moment of our existence, more than family, wife and children. What is meant by this exactly? It is not a call to love our family less, no no, it is a call to love all more To love God first means to love all. God is the root, the trunk, and the flower of life, the All-In-All. The dictum to 'love God first and foremost' is a dictum then to love all. This means that we must not love our family less, but rather, we should love the whole of existence as our family. It is a call to love, this dictum. This universal love is called samarasya or samávesha, meaning 'same sightedness'. In this universal love there is no room to love 'this' more than 'that', nor is there any room to 'hate this' and to 'love that'. Sadhana will bear lasting and meaningful fruit only when one cultivates 'sameness' towards all. Sadhana will not bear fruit when 'selective affection' for only a few exists, nor will it bear fruit when hatred abides within. See yourself in others, for love, hatred, anger, jealousy, envy, desire, passion and greed are the same for all. As you feel, so too does your brother. As you need, so too does your sister. To love God foremost is to love all, is to love itself.
Guru Om
Markandeya 4/22/02
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AL LARUS
