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Posted: 3/10/2008 12:41:13 PM | My soul arose at dawn and, listening, heard
One voice abroad, a solitary bird,
A song not master of its note, a cry
That persevered into eternity.
My soul leaned out into the dawn to hear
In the world's solitude its winged compeer
And, hearkening what the Angel had to say,
Saw lustre in midnight and a secret day
Was opened to it. It beheld the stars
Born from a thought and knew how being prepares.
Then I remembered how I woke from sleep
And made the skies, built earth, formed ocean deep.
~~~Sri Aurobindo | |
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Posted: 3/11/2008 2:55:58 PM | He who utters the Name of God while walking
gets the merit of a sacrifice at every step.
His body becomes a place of pilgrimage.
He who repeats God's Name while working
always finds perfect peace.
He who utters the Name of God while eating
gets the merit of a fast
even though he has taken his meals.
~~~Tukaram | |
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Posted: 3/14/2008 7:57:02 PM | Only one who bursts with
Enthusiasm do I instruct;
Only one who bubbles with
Excitement do I enlighten.
If I hold up one corner
And you do not come back
To me with the other three,
I do not continue the lesson.
~~~ Confucious | |
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Posted: 3/17/2008 11:53:27 AM | What to say of talks
That lead to veiling of Truth
Too much talk leads to chaos
Yet without talk how does one discuss
If you must; then talk with saints
With devils it is better to stay mum
Blessing it is to talk with the wise
Talking with stupid is waste of time
Says Kabir,
Half full is forever swaying
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Posted: 3/21/2008 12:08:16 PM | I am restless. I am athirst for far-away things.
My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance.
O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.
I am eager and wakeful, I am a stranger in a strange land.
Thy breath comes to me whispering an impossible hope.
Thy tongue is known to my heart as its very own.
O Far-to-seek, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I know not the way, that I have not the winged horse.
I am listless, I am a wanderer in my heart.
In the sunny haze of the languid hours, what vast vision of thine takes shape in the blue of the sky!
O Farthest end, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that the gates are shut everywhere in the house where I dwell alone.
~~~Tagore (from The Gardener) | |
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Posted: 3/27/2008 10:54:39 AM | All the World's a Stage...
Life and death are in the hands of the Almighty, O Emperor.
Neither you nor I has the power to change this.
Every one of us plays a pre-ordained part
On the stage of life.
We are like puppets
Whose strings are in
the hands of God...
No one knows
when or how or even
which one of us
He might ‘withdraw’ from
this show next.
Ha, ha, ha...)
~~~Lines delivered by Johnny Walker in the film ‘Anand’ (1970) | |
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Posted: 3/27/2008 7:23:09 PM | Awakening
I asked for His help
I called on His name
One of His many Names.
I asked not for myself
I sought help for many
And for what seemed insurmountable.
And as I prayed
I felt His presence wash over me
Calming me, soothing me, stilling me
Wrapping me in His warmth
Until all I could do was stop
And be still and feel His presence
And love Him.
(for Lord Ganesha)
---fluer | |
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Posted: 3/27/2008 7:33:16 PM | Prothalamium
by Aaron Kramer
(1921 - 1997)
Come, all of you who are not satisfied
as rulers in a lone wallpapered room
full of mute birds and flowers that falsely bloom,
and closets choked with dreams that long ago died!
Come, let us sweep the old streets--like a bride;
sweep out the dead leaves with a relentless broom;
prepare for Spring, as if he were our groom
for whose light footstep eagerly we bide.
We'll sweep out the shadows, where the rats long fed;
sweep out our shame--and in its place we'll make
a bower for love, a splendid marriage-bed
fragrant with flowers aquiver for the Spring.
And when he comes, our murdered dreams shall wake;
and when he comes, all the mute birds shall sing,
and when he comes, all the mute birds shall sing.
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Posted: 3/28/2008 2:13:06 PM | Hello Pinki, Thank you very much for sharing beautiful poems with us. Take care.
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Avoid "I," beyond body be,
Swim in the Lord's flowing stream.
One who has lost "I" and "me,"
Mingles easy in His sea.
Akha, have insight this way,
Space is in the center every which way
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Posted: 3/30/2008 2:30:57 PM | Great thread...
Jesus
I can’t read anymore about Jesus,
And I never read more than my worth.
I find reading books rather difficult now,
And spoken word is for the baptised of earth.
~.~
Jesus of God to me a light still,
The man was a nova down here.
I think of him as a kingfisher in heaven now,
And the kingpin of our Christian faith.
~.~
A cross legged young boy I was when lord,
I first heard the name of this man.
In the halls of my early church school,
Listening too stories of shepherd and lamb.
~.~
His humble beginning I didn’t understand then,
Now with years and no acrimony I can’t hold back,
Shedding many opened eyed tears,
For this beautiful humble good man.
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Jesus my question to you though,
Is should we stay in this hiatus of love.
And were you thunderstruck like some,
By our Lords almighty powerful word.
~.~
One day I’ll find you a golden word,
For the goodness of the haul from your life.
For I’ve decided upon something today,
After many years of longing and strife.
~.~
I want to hear as a man what you spoke,
In life while you lived under our sun,
So a bible I shall get now and try,
To read for the rest of all mine.
Keith 2006-04-11 | |
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Posted: 3/30/2008 9:44:22 PM | God will love
My vibrancy
For He
Created me
And unhidden
Like buds
Before spring blooming
I dance, sing, and even
Like
David
Carry triumphant stones
In a sling
My hair is carried like bright trifling
Reeds in the whistling winds
God loves
This figure
He unwinds
My blood, my body,
My mind, and smile
Reflect His Majesty
As I celebrate
Him My KING
This while
For I am HIS
Dawning child
Adorning
Footprints
In restless fields
And meadows
No one knows
Of but me
Still God sees
My Heart Triumphant
Painless
Fully Wild
In the vicinity
Of Champions
Who pass on
With uplifting
Prayers
To God
With love, by phoenixfox | |
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Posted: 3/31/2008 5:09:42 PM | You Prove the edge, the Point comes
A God definition and understanding there is,
And whether you believe it or not, you see,
In blood it’s much the same.
Now we can argue these points,
Between the snowy crowns cold,
Or in the fiery embers of war.
But if he were to ever turn up,
For both cases you know,
They’d fit in,
Much the same,
He being pretty identical,
In their brains,
We know him.
And yes he is real,
But you won’t meet him in our mill.
Because you go up to meet our God,
I’ve heard it said, that’s just the way it is.
Understanding o yes, O yes, he’s not a worm,
Or a weed, and his is our father which gives him, think,
A simple parental upper streak, which is not lightning.
Keith | |
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Posted: 4/2/2008 11:43:13 AM | Keith: Thank you for sharing your beautiful writings.
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I am Yours and born of You,
What do You want of me?
Majestic Sovereign,
Unending wisdom,
Kindness pleasing to my soul;
God sublime, one Being Good,
Behold this one so vile.
Singing of her love to you:
What do You want of me?
Yours, you made me,
Yours, you saved me,
Yours, you endured me,
Yours, you called me,
Yours, you awaited me,
Yours, I did not stray.
What do You want of me?
Good Lord, what do you want of me,
What is this wretch to do?
What work is this,
This sinful slave, to do?
Look at me, Sweet Love,
Sweet Love, look at me,
What do You want of me?
In Your hand
I place my heart,
Body, life and soul,
Deep feelings and affections mine,
Spouse -- Redeemer sweet,
Myself offered now to you,
What do You want of me?
Give me death, give me life,
Health or sickness,
Honor or shame,
War or swelling peace,
Weakness or full strength,
Yes, to these I say,
What do You want of me?
Give me wealth or want,
Delight or distress,
Happiness or gloominess,
Heaven or hell,
Sweet life, sun unveiled,
To you I give all.
What do You want of me?
Give me, if You will,prayer;
Or let me know dryness,
And abundance of devotion,
Or if not, then barrenness.
In you alone, Sovereign Majesty,
I find my peace,
What do You want of me?
Give me then wisdom.
Or for love, ignorance,
Years of abundance,
Or hunger and famine.
Darkness or sunlight,
Move me here or there:
What do You want of me?
If You want me to rest,
I desire it for love;
If to labor,
I will die working:
Sweet Love say
Where, how and when.
What do You want of me?
Calvary or Tabor give me,
Desert or fruitful land;
As Job in suffering
Or John at Your breast;
Barren or fruited vine,
Whatever be Your will:
What do You want of me?
Be I Joseph chained
Or as Egypt's governor,
David pained
Or exalated high,
Jonas drowned,
Or Jonas freed:
What do You want of me?
Silent or speaking,
Fruitbearing or barren,
My wounds shown by the Law,
Rejoicing in the tender Gospel;
Sorrowing or exulting,
You alone live in me:
What do You want of me?
Yours I am, for You I was born:
What do You want of me?
----Reresa of Avila (1515-1582)
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Posted: 4/2/2008 6:53:18 PM | Oh Deer Graze With Knowledge and Discrimination ||
Graze in the First Forest, Graze in the Second Forest
But Don't Tread into the Third Forest ||
The Third Forest has Five Hunters
Don't Let them See You ||
Five Deer and Twenty Five Female Deer
None Among them is Sensible and Shrewd ||
Killing You They Will Sell Your Flesh
Your Skin will be Used as a Covering ||
Says Kabir Listen Oh Practicing Aspirant
Offer your Mind at the Feet of the Guru ||
Explanation (by – Maalok)
Traditionally, in Indian spiritual terminology, the Deer symbolizes the senses.
However, the more latent meaning of a Deer is our pleasure-seeking desire.
Fundamentally, each one of us is looking for pleasure and that search is what is alluded
to, in this song, as the grazing of the deer.
The "third" forest is the physical reality guided by our senses. The "second" forest
is the mental world that is guided by our mind/intellect - included in this are the
visions and sounds heard by sages in meditation. The "first" forest is the true spiritual
realm where oneness with the ultimate is complete. So Kabir says its okay to graze
in the first forest of oneness and the second forest of meditation/practice but not in
the third forest of physical and sensual pleasures.
Why? He explains that in the third forest the pleasure-seeking tendency is at the
mercy of the five sensual stimuli (sight, sound, smell, taste and touch) that are the
hunters. He warns that one should stay out of their line of attack/vision.
Each of these five senses of perception combined with the five motor organs of action
(mouth, hand, feet, excretory and reproductive) makes a combination of twenty five
different ways (five multiplied with five) in which the physical world is experienced.
While, none of these experiences are permanent, all twenty-five pleasure-seeking
ways of the physical world continue relentlessly. Kabir says that none of these
pleasure-seeking methods are shrewd enough to see this obvious truth.
Eventually this pleasure search at the physical level ends unsuccessfully with the five
sensory hunters "killing" the spirit of the search. Each of these modes become non-
living/dead reality that serve as mere external display for feeding, beautifying and
adorning the physical world.
Therefore Kabir, in all humility, says that the mind should be offered at the feet of the
Guru (within) to show the way, directing it inwards to the true storehouse of pleasure -
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Posted: 4/3/2008 12:37:19 PM | As I pondered all day over things that I had said
About God, and misinterpretation of the word, on another thread
I ran about the town taking care of business
But my troubled mind was uneasy with what my mouth had professed
Arriving back at home, ready for the usual routine
The modem had quit working - had to find something to clean
But my Living Bible sat there screaming for me to pick it up
My gut wouldn't let me do otherwise: my mom says, God is your gut, and that's watsup
So I picked it up and just opened it, and let the spirit guide my reading
The book of Job was what it opened to, and I'm familiar with his pleading
Why would have me read this again? I already know the theme of that book
But evidently God sat out today to have me give it another look
So I read the words I'd read before, yet in still wondering why
When the words jumped out from the page at me, it was then I understood his cries
Job 13:5 - "Oh please be quiet! That would be your highest wisdom"
Understanding the answer to my questioning today, I needed no clearer vision...
God does the showing and I do the seeing
Mere man-made wisdom out of my mouth isn't freeing
Where was I when he laid the foundations of the Earth?
Do I have any idea how mountain goats give birth?
Have I ever once commanded the morning to appear?
Where does the light come from, and how does it get here?
Have I visited the treasuries of the snow or seen where hail is made and stored?
To profess all knowing wisdom from my mouth, I would need to know so much more..
So, "quiet" is what I need to be, he'll handle all of the rest
And on my knees I fell instantly, "God, I'm sorry...and I will do my best." | |
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Posted: 4/5/2008 12:25:35 PM | Ash: Your mind is so innocent and pure......
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Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not.
Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own.
Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger.
I am uneasy at heart when I have to leave my accustomed shelter;
I forget that there abides the old in the new, and that there also thou abidest.
Through birth and death, in this world or in others,
wherever thou leadest me it is thou, the same,
the one companion of my endless life
who ever linkest my heart with bonds of joy to the unfamiliar.
When one knows thee, then alien there is none, then no door is shut.
Oh, grant me my prayer that I may never lose the bliss of the
touch of the one in the play of the many.
---Tagore
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Posted: 4/7/2008 2:06:47 PM | Love is
The funeral pyre
Where I have laid my living body.
All the false notions of myself
That once caused fear, pain,
Have turned to ash
As I neared God.
What has risen
From the tangled web of thought and sinew
Now shines with jubilation
Through the eyes of angels
And screams from the guts of
Infinite existence
Itself.
Love is the funeral pyre
Where the heart must lay
Its body.
~~~Hafiz | |
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Posted: 4/7/2008 2:07:59 PM | I have made the journey into Nothing.
I have lit that lamp that
Needs no oil.
I have cried great streams
Of emerald crystals
On my scarred knees, begging love
To never again let me hear from
Any world
The sound of my own name,
Even from the voice of divine thought
Or see that pen you gave me, God,
In the sun's or sky's skillful hand
Writing
Anything other than the word --
ONE.
I have made the journey into Nothing
I have become the flame that needs
No fuel.
Beloved,
Now what need is there to ever
Call for Hafiz?
~~~Hafiz | |
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Posted: 4/7/2008 5:08:17 PM | What a lovely thread and it's been delightful reading it.
Love
Then said Almitra, 'Speak to us of Love.'
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.
And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, 'God is in my heart,' but rather, I am in the heart of God.'
And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
Kahlil Gibran | |
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Posted: 4/9/2008 8:33:39 AM | Stillwater: Thank you very much
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To return to your original state of being,
You must become a master of stillness.
Activity for health’s sake,
Never carried to the point of strain,
Must alternate with perfect stillness.
Sitting motionless as a rock,
Turn next to stillness of mind.
Close the gates of the senses.
Fix your mind upon one object or,
Even better, enter a state
Of objectless awareness.
Turn the mind in upon itself
And contemplate the inner radiance.
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Posted: 4/13/2008 2:45:56 PM | Let the whole of mankind tremble
the whole world shake
and the heavens exult
when Christ, the Son of the living God,
is on the altar
in the hands of a priest.
O admirable heights and sublime lowliness!
O sublime humility!
O humble sublimity!
That the Lord of the universe,
God and the Son of God,
so humbles Himself
that for our salvation
He hides Himself under the little form of bread!
Look, brothers, at the humility of God
and pour out your hearts before Him!
Humble yourselves, as well,
that you may be exalted by Him.
Therefore,
hold back nothing of yourselves for yourselves
so that
He Who gives Himself totally to you
may receive you totally.
~~~Francis of Assisi
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Posted: 4/16/2008 12:19:12 AM | My Sweet, Crushed Angel
You have not danced so badly, my dear,
Trying to hold hands with the Beautiful One.
You have waltzed with great style,
My sweet, crushed angel,
To have ever neared God's heart at all.
Our Partner is notoriously difficult to follow,
And even His best musicians are not always easy
To hear.
So what if the music has stopped for a while.
So what
If the price of admission to the Divine
Is out of reach tonight.
So what, my dear,
If you do not have the ante to gamble for Real Love.
The mind and the body are famous
For holding the heart ransom,
But Hafiz knows the Beloved's eternal habits.
Have patience,
For He will not be able to resist your longing
For Long.
You have not danced so badly, my dear,
Trying to kiss the Beautiful One.
You have actually waltzed with tremendous style,
O my sweet,
O my sweet crushed angel.
- Hafiz | |
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Posted: 4/16/2008 10:40:01 AM | My friend, I cannot answer
when you ask me to explain what has befallen me.
Love is transformed, renewed, each moment.
He has dwelt in my eyes all the days of my life,
yet I am not sated with seeing.
My ears have heard his sweet voice in eternity,
and yet it is always new to them.
How many honeyed nights
have I passed with him in love's bliss,
yet my body wonders at his.
Through all the ages
he has been clasped to my breast,
yet my desire never abates.
I have seen subtle people sunk in passion
but none came so close to the heart of the fire.
Who shall be found to cool your heart,
says Vidyapati.
(Translated to English by Edward C. Dimock, Jr. and Denise Levertov) | |
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Posted: 4/16/2008 11:49:51 AM | Within this earthen vessel are bowers and groves,
and within it is the Creator:
Within this vessel are the seven oceans a
and the unnumbered stars.
The touchstone and the jewel-appraiser are within;
And within this vessel the Eternal soundeth,
and the spring wells up.
Kabir says:
"Listen to me, my Friend! My beloved Lord is within." | |
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Posted: 4/17/2008 4:15:21 PM | Then a woman said, speak to us of joy and sorrow.
And he answered: Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives? When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only which has given you sorrow that it giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is greater." But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together, they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. Verily, you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy. Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced. When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weight his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
-Kahlil Gibran. The Prophet- On Joy and Sorrow. | |
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