Visage

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Resting in Awareness

 

The saintly visage of Ramana Maharshi in the tattered old book beside my

chair is worth far more to me than his words. My mind's eye remembers when

it needs to do so. The heart of the one I love is worth more to me than what

he says. Words are quickly forgotten, are they not?

 

Sometimes I remember hat out of all the billions of people on this planet I am

known and loved by only a few. They can be counted on one hand.

 

If I were to suddenly awaken from this dream of separation, would it make a

difference to those unknown billions?

 

We hear that what happens to one happens to all. That is enough reason to try

and shake myself awake all day long. Love would have me do that. Does it

really matter that I remain ignorant of how successful my efforts are? My

ego insists that it does...but what does it know?

 

Vicki Woodyard

http://www.bobwoodyard.com

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, "skiplaurel <vicki@b...>"

<vicki@b...>

wrote:

> Resting in Awareness

>

> The saintly visage of Ramana Maharshi in the tattered old book

beside my

> chair is worth far more to me than his words. My mind's eye

remembers

when

> it needs to do so. The heart of the one I love is worth more to

me than what

> he says. Words are quickly forgotten, are they not?

>

> Sometimes I remember hat out of all the billions of people on this

planet I

am

> known and loved by only a few. They can be counted on one hand.

>

> If I were to suddenly awaken from this dream of separation, would

it make a

> difference to those unknown billions?

>

> We hear that what happens to one happens to all. That is enough

reason to

try

> and shake myself awake all day long. Love would have me do that.

Does it

> really matter that I remain ignorant of how successful my efforts

are? My

> ego insists that it does...but what does it know?

>

 

It knows that I left out the "t" in I remember (t)hat! Scuse the

omission.

> Vicki Woodyard)

> http://www.bobwoodyard.com