To love is to undress our names.
It’s that dream that we carry with us
that something wonderful will happen,
that it has to happen,
that time will open,
that the heart will open,
that doors will open,
that the mountains will open,
that wells will leap up,
that the dream will open,
that one morning we’ll slip in
to a harbor that we've never known.
–Olav H. Hauge
Robert Bly translation
So the subatomic particles we see in nature, the quartz, the electrons are nothing but musical notes on a tiny vibrating string.
What is physics? Physics is nothing but the laws of harmony that you can write on vibrating strings.
What is chemistry? Chemistry is nothing but the melodies you can play on interacting vibrating strings.
What is the universe?
The universe is a symphony of vibrating strings and then what is the mind of God? Its the cosmic music resonating through eleven dimensional hyperspace.
Never forget that the universe is a single living organism possessed of one substance and one soul, holding all things suspended in a single consciousness and creating all things with a single purpose that they might work together spinning and weaving and knotting whatever comes to pass.
April 26, 121 — March 17, 180, Rome
Once there were two lovers that had equal hearts.One would pursue one,
the other would pursue the other.Then the angels looked down and said:
“What a waste,” and made them perceive each other.
Their hearts melted into one.They had no use for the world
so they leaped into the swift river.
This heart was always restless
and the only place where it had any rest at all was on the beach.But even on the beach one said:
“I wish we’d never been made one.”
And immediately one half flew up in the sky
and the other half into the sea.
But they yearned for each other.
And when it rained the one in the sea said:
“This is a message from my other half in the sky.”
And when the water was evaporated from the ocean and rose
up, the other said:
“This is a message from my other half in the sea.”The angels were stumped.
There’s one thing that God is not able to endure –
a suffering heart.
He felt one half in the sky and one half in the sea.God thought what to do.
So the one in the sky fell down into the sea
and immediately both turned to sea water.
Ever since that time when the water is drawn up from the sea
and it rains this is not an ordinary rain. It’s the rain
that affects people and softens them.
I painted a painting called This Rain.
This Rain, 1960 Oil on canvas
They are always kissing,
they can't control themselves.It is not possible that any
creature can have greater instinctsand perceptions than themature human mind.
God ripened me.So I see it is true:all objects in existence arewildly in love!
no edges to my loving now.
You've heard it said there's
a window that opens from one
mind to another,
but if there's no wall,
there's no need for
fitting the window, or the latch.
Let your faculties rest.
You have reached a point where your further growth in perfection demands that you do not feed your mind with meditations on the multiple aspects of your being.
In the past, these pious meditations helped you to understand something of God. They fed your interior affection with a sweet and delightful attraction...
but now it is important that you seriously concentrate on the effort to abide continually in the deep center of your spirit, offering to God that naked blind awareness of your being which I call your first fruits.
I want you to clearly understand that in this work it is not necessary to inquire into minute details of God's existence any more than of your own.
For there is no name, no experience, and no insight so akin to the everlastingness of God than what you can possess, perceive, and actually experience in the blind loving awareness of this word, is.
...let your faculties rest from their minute inquiry into the attributes of his being, or yours. Leave all this behind...
With perseverance in this practice, you will grow increasingly refined in singleness of heart until you are ready to strip, spoil, and utterly unclothe your self-awareness of everything, even the elemental awareness of your own being, so that you might be newly clothed in the gracious stark experience of God as he is in himself.
For this is the way of all real love.
The lover will utterly and completely despoil himself of everything, even his very self, because of the one he loves.
This is the meaning of the words;
"Anyone who wishes to love me let him forsake himself."
...to lose the knowledge and experience of self.
This is essential...
from The Book of Privy Counseling
written anonymously in the 14th century,
edited by William Johnston
It has to creep and crawl
Among the Lovers first.
Only Lovers can escape
From these two worlds.
This was written in creation.
Only from the Heart
Can you reach the sky.
The rose of Glory
Can only be raised in the Heart.
I long for You so muchI follow barefoot Your frozen tracksThat are high in the mountainsThat I know are years old.I long for You so muchI have even begun to travelWhere I have never been before.Hafiz, there is no one in this worldWho is not looking for God.Everyone is trudging alongWith as much dignity, courageAnd styleAs they possiblyCan.
–HafizDaniel Ladinsky translation
Why should you bear your load on your head when you are traveling on a train?
It carries you and your load whether the load is on your head or on the floor of the train. You are not lessening the burden of the train by keeping it on your head but only straining yourself unnecessarily.
Similar is the sense of doership in the world by individuals.
You suppose that you are the lock on the door
But you are the key that opens it
It’s too bad that you want to be someone else
You don’t see your own face, your own beauty
Yet, no face is more beautiful than yours.
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.Meanwhile, the world goes on.Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rainare moving across landscapes,over the prairies and deep trees,the mountains and the rivers.Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue airare heading home again.Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,the world offers itself to your imagination,calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting---over and over announcing your placein the family of things.–Mary Oliver
Be kind to your sleeping heart.
It does not have to be
One step upon the Sky’s soft skirt
Would be enough.
Just one True moment of Love
Will last for days.
Rest all your elaborate plans and tactics
For Knowing Him,
For they are all just frozen spring buds
So far from Summer’s Divine Gold.
Awake, my dear.
Be kind to your sleeping heart.
Take it out into the vast fields of Light
And let it breathe.
Give me back my wings.
Lift me nearer.”
Say to the sun and moon,
Say to our dear Friend,
“I will take You up now, Beloved,
On that wonderful Dance You promised.”
let’s live suddenly without thinking under honest trees, a stream does.the brain of cleverly-crinkling -water pursues the angry dream of the shore. By midnight, a moon scratches the skin of the organised hills an edged nothing begins to prune let’s live like the light that kills and let’s as silence, because Whirl’s after all: (after me)love,and after you. I occasionally feel vague how vague idon’t know tenuous Now- spears and The Then-arrows making do our mouths something red,something tall –E. E. Cummings