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Nonduality Highlights: Issue #4195, Saturday, March 19, 2011
Away with the Me! Me, Be Gone!
When I'm present, everything is a ghost.
When the I disappears, that ghost becomes all,
and its solidity takes my breath away.
And when the I appears again, miracle of miracles,
it reappears as the whole. What this whole is,
I don't know. It's both empty and full, dark and
effulgent, completely empty, and as solid as
a rock.
- Pete, posted to NondualitySalon
DOVEGLION
he isn't looking at anything
he isn't looking for something
he isn't looking
he is seeing
what
not something outside himself
not anything inside himself
but himself
himself how
not as some anyone
not as any someone
only as a no one (who is everyone)
- e e cummings, posted to The_Now2
Everything that I understand, I understand only because I love.
- Leo Tolstoy, posted to Distillation
Love is a tremendous caring that arises in the wake of
transcending the personal self.
In the wake of this transcendence, something amazing arises. A
deep love and caring arises from within emptiness, from nowhere.
This love and caring seeks only the Truth in every moment and in
all circumstances.
True love is something far greater than anything that could be
called personal. True love is a non-personal miracle. It is the
nature of reality itself. It is the natural and spontaneous
expression of the undivided Self.
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True love is not something that can be created. A love greater
than oneself, by its very nature, is something that we can't
manufacture. The me cannot manufacture it, even if it wants to.
This Love arises from the Self -- from realization of the Self.
Listen and feel into the intuition of oneness within. The feeling
of oneness is love; the experience of oneness is realization of
your true nature. Love only seems other than you or bigger than
you when you are trapped in the perspective of a personal me.
This non-personal love actually is you because you, as you truly
are, have never been that which is personal. In one sense, it's
simply a matter of how deep enlightenment has gone, how thorough
it is.
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We can't really love the whole until we have a deep realization
that we are the whole. Otherwise, the vastness of that love is
always going to be experienced as a threat to the me.
Love cares not for the me, it cares only for that which is true,
undivided, and whole.
When the me dissolves, when it surrenders itself to a unity far
greater than anything the mind can comprehend, that is Love.
- Adyashanti, from The Impact of Awakening, posted to
The_Now2
You have a purpose only as long as you are not complete; until
then completeness, perfection, is the purpose. But when you are
complete in yourself, fully integrated within and without, then
you enjoy the universe; you do not labor at it.
- Nisargadatta Maharaj, posted to ANetofJewels
Like This
If someone asks,
"What does perfect beauty look like?"
Show him your own face and say,
Like this.
If someone asks,
"What does an angel's wing look like?" - smile.
If he asks about divine fragrance
Pull him close, his face in your hair,
Like this.
If someone asks,
"How did Jesus bring the dead back to life?" -
Don't say a word -
just kiss him softly on the cheek,
Like this.
If someone asks,
"How does it feel to be slain by love?"
Close your eyes and tear open your shirt,
Like this.
If someone asks about my stature,
Stare into space with your eyes wide open,
Like this.
The soul enters one body, then another.
If someone argues about this
Enter my house and wave him good-bye,
Like this.
I am the storehouse of all pleasure,
I am the pain of self-denial.
To see me, lower your eyes to the ground
Then raise them up to heaven,
Like this.
Only the gentle breeze
Knows the secret of union.
Listen as it whispers a song to every heart,
Like this.
If someone asks,
How does a servant attain the glory of God?
Become the shining candle
That every eye can see,
Like this.
I asked about Joseph's perfume
Which rode the wind from city to c
ity - It was your scent
Blowing in from God's perfect world,
Like this.
I asked how Joseph's perfume
Gave sight to the blind -
It was your breeze
Clearing the darkness from my eyes,
Like this.
Perhaps Shams will be generous
And fill our hearts with love.
Perhaps he will raise one eyebrow
And cast us a glance,
Like this.
- Rumi,Ghazal (Ode) 1826, from the Diwan-e Shams, version
by Jonathan Star, from Rumi - In the Arms of the Beloved,
posted to Sunlight