Thursday, August 31, 2017

on the road home







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It was when I said,
“There is no such thing as the truth,”
That the grapes seemed fatter.
The fox ran out of his hole.
You….You said,
“There are many truths,
But they are not parts of a truth.”
 
Then the tree, at night, began to change,
Smoking through green and smoking blue.

We were two figures in a wood.
We said we stood alone.

It was when I said,
“Words are not forms of a single word.
In the sum of the parts, there are only the parts.
The world must be measured by eye.”

It was when you said,
“The idols have seen lots of poverty,
Snakes and gold and lice,
But not the truth;”

It was at that time, that the silence was largest,
And longest, the night was roundest.
The fragrance of the autumn warmest,
Closest, and strongest.


–Wallace Stevens



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Thursday, August 24, 2017

It is by God’s Grace that you think of God. –Sri Ramana Maharshi






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You said, ‘Who’s at the door?’
I said, ‘Your slave.’

You said, ‘What do you want?’
‘To see you and bow.’

‘How long will you wait?’
‘Until you call.’

‘How long will you cook?’
‘Till the Resurrection.’
We talked through the door.
I claimed a great love and that I had
given up what the world gives, to be in that love.

‘You said, ‘Such claims require a witness.’
I said, ‘This longing, these tears.’

You said, ‘Discredited witnesses.’
I said, ‘Surely not!’

You said, ‘Who did you come with?’
‘The majestic imagination you gave me.’

‘Why did you come?’
‘The musk of your wine was in the air.’

‘What is your intention?’
‘Friendship.’

‘What do you want from me?’
‘Grace.’

Then you asked, ‘Where have you been most comfortable?’
‘In the palace.’

‘What did you see there?’
‘Amazing things.’

‘Then why is it so desolate?’
‘Because all that can be taken away in a second.’

‘Who can do that?’
‘This clear discernment.’

‘Where can you live safely then?’
‘In Surrender.’

‘What is this giving up?’
‘A peace that saves us.’

‘Is there no threat of disaster?’
‘Only what comes in your street, inside your love.’

‘How do you walk there?’
‘In perfection.’

Now silence.
If I told more of this conversation,
those listening would leave themselves.

There would be no door, no roof or window either!


–Rumi
talking through the door



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Saturday, August 19, 2017

not to worry

 



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If you cannot find a friend who is good, wise, and loving, walk alone, like a king who has renounced his kingdom, or an elephant roaming at will in the forest.

—Buddha










Friday, August 18, 2017

darkly





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In this house of mirrors you see a lot of things —-

Rub your eyes.

Only you exist.


—Rumi


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The eye with which I see God is the same eye
with which God sees me.



–Meister Eckhart


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Saturday, August 12, 2017

when I am most fragile





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A woman's body, like the earth, has seasons;
when the mountain stream flows,
when the holy thaws,
when I am most fragile and in need,
it was then, it seemed, God came closest.

God, like a medic on a field, is tending our souls. Our horns get locked with desires, but don't hold yourself too accountable; for all desires are really innocent. That is what the compassion in His eyes tell me.

Why this great war between the countries -- the countries -- inside of us?

What are all these insane borders we protect?
What are all these different names for the same church of love we kneel in together? For it is true, together we live; and only at that shrine where all are welcome will God sing loud enough to be heard.

Our horns got locked with the earth and sky in some odd marriage ritual; so what, don't worry. We should be proud of ourselves for everything we helped create in this magic world.

And God is always there, if you feel wounded. He kneels over this earth like a divine medic, and His love thaws the holy in us.


–St. Teresa of Avila
Daniel Ladinsky version



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Thursday, August 3, 2017

rest






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Just rest. 

Just sit there right now
Don’t do a thing
Just rest.
For your separation from God,
From love,

Is the hardest work
In this
World.


Let me bring you trays of food
And something
That you like to
Drink.


You can use my soft words
As a cushion
For your
Head.



–Hafiz
Daniel Ladinsky translation




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