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> "Jan Barendrecht" <janb

> On 11/8/99 at 12:13 PM RainboLily wrote:

> >Running out the door but the door of my email box

> >is shining gem lights this morning, like something

> >from a movie, eh Jan? :-)

> [...]

> The gems aren't somewhere outside . Beauty isn't something that has to be

> learnt; it is recognized. Isn't "Allah" often translated as "Beautiful

> One"?

 

Maybe when the one who recognize and the one who learns are allowed to

be the same, Beauty stands alone, as It Is already...

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"Dan Berkow, PhD" <berkowd

 

<< The present moment seems to move. >>

 

Running away from the moment in the laser beam intensity of an arrow,

The formed photon of light forgets it's infinite space and eternal time

it already occupies,

In the lens of the object of its new born desire,

It wants to touch as a target.

 

<< And yet it is never not, never other than here. >>

 

The photon never moved in the space-time continuum.

The speed of light is a constant,

The exposed constant of our ability of our mind to flourish,

Back to the sun that is always there, always Here.

 

<< What a wonderful illusion that constructs movement

from nonmovement. What an incredible happening! >>

 

It is always new, says the child...

 

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> Harsha (Dr. Harsh K. Luthar) wrote:

 

<< Sages tell us that in the tree of life, most fruits are bitter sweet.

However, Satsanga (Company of the Truth or of the wise sages who know

the Truth) and meditation on the nature of the Self lead to the fruit

which is only sweet and extinguishes all bitterness. We bow to the great

sages in all religions and spiritual traditions, and also those who are

outside and independent of all traditions - who have pointed to the true

nature of the spirit. We bow to the sweetness which is our eternal

nature. >>

 

This sweetness that sometimes comes as a SOFTNESS in my heart that

caress my coming into awareness in the morning, like this soft blanket i

would always carry around as a young kid, for it was so soft on my skin.

I see no other word in this softness than deep healing. The only and

eternal healing.

 

As much as words may have sense,

 

May softness burn you in the nectar of simply Being.

 

Antoine