AW: Fw:Morning Zen

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Hi Gloria,

this is a beloved poem by Naomi Nye. There is also a last stanza,

I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous, or a buttonhole,

not because it did anything spectacular, but because it never forgot

what it could do.

Let me take this opportunity to thank you for your wonderful Morning Zen contributions!

Michael Suesserott

-----Ursprüngliche Nachricht-----Von: Gloria Lee

[glee (AT) intrepid (DOT) net]Gesendet: Wednesday, May 16, 2001 17:10An:

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The river is famous to the fish.The loud voice is famous to the

silence,which knew it would inherit the earthbefore anybody said

so.The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birdswatching him

from the birdhouse.The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek.The idea

you carry close to your bosomis famous to your bosom.The boot is

famous to the earth,more famous than the dress shoe,which is famous

only to floors.The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries

itand not at all famous to the one who is pictured.I want to be

famous to shuffling menwho smile while crossing streets,sticky

children in grocery lines,famous as the one who smiled back.(I am

inquiring who is the author.

Glo)/join

All paths go

somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights, perceptions,

and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside back

into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than

the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of

Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is always Present. It

is Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the

Finality of Eternal Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of

Self-Knowledge, spontaneously arising from within into It Self.

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