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was shared yesterday....
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Nirmala: The Mystery
of this simple moment
can not be spoken
yet all of history
occurred to arrive here.
of the endless terrain of self
can not be mapped out
countless new frontiers
are born with every breath.
can not be achieved
all that is needed
is to notice
inner eyes that never close.
of sweet undying love
can not be understood
the heart already knows
what the mind can only long for
untouched by worried thought
ready to welcome us home
when we abandon our dreams
The Mystery, from Gifts with No Giver, a love affair with truth, Poems by Nirmala. This book is also available for free download from Nirmala’s website
fill in empty moments
stealing my peace
and robbing my happiness
they cannot take the real treasure
beyond peace and happiness
is simple awareness
of this ordinary moment
a body breathing a mind
making comparisons and yet
something more is always present
a body still
breathing mind still
that fills the ordinary with magic?
the full recognition of what was
always longed for in the heart
Gifts with No Giver a love affair with truth Poems by NIRMALA
by Paulo Coelho
In the monastery of Sceta, Abbot Lucas gathered the brothers together for a sermon.
‘May you all be forgotten,’ he said.
‘But why?’ one of the brothers asked.
‘Does that mean that our example can never serve to help someone in need?’
no one paid any attention to people
who behaved in an exemplary manner,’
replied the abbot.
‘Everyone did their best,
never thinking that by behaving thus
they were doing their duty by their brother.
They loved their neighbour because they understood that this was part of life and they were merely obeying a law of nature.
not to accumulate more than they could carry,
for journeys lasted a whole lifetime.
They lived together in freedom,
giving and receiving,
making no demands on others
and blaming no one.
That is why their deeds were never spoken of
and that is why they left no stories.
If only we could achieve the same thing now:
to make goodness such an ordinary thing
that there would be no need to praise
those who practise it.