OF YOUR ATTENTION WILL COME
WHEN YOU WILL START SEEING the truth..
Lead me from dreaming to waking. 
Lead me from opacity to clarity.
Lead me from the complicated to the simple. Lead me from the obscure to the obvious. Lead me from intention to attention. Lead me from what I'm told I am to what I see I am. 
Lead me from confrontation to wide openness. Lead me to the place I never left, 
Where there is peace, and peace -from the Upanishads- 
Unless you know the emptiness and bliss inside yourself..you'll be a robot forced by the same emptiness and bliss trying to know itself..by pain..
...inside your self also..trust me!..said the mahayogi! so listen to the mahayogi..,grasshopper from heaven....
In silence there must be movement, and in motion,
There must be silence. A small movement is better than a big one.. No movement is better than a small one..listen! Silence is all the movement's mother.. In Movement you should be like a dragon or a tiger. In non Movement you should be like a Buddha. -- Wang Xiangzhai(November 26, 1885 - July 12, 1963}What is referred to as mindlessness is absence of the human mentality; what is referred to as mindfulness is mindfulness of the Tao. When one is free of the human mentality, the mutual sensing of the earthly and celestial is swift; when one is mindful of the Tao, effective practice endures. Swiftness of sensing comes about spontaneously, without cultivation, without striving; long perseverance comes about through effort, and involves action and striving. Striving and non-striving each has its secret; the distinction is all a matter of the absence of the human mentality and the presence of mindfulness of the Tao. After one has reached complete realization of the universal Tao, neither existence nor nonexistence remain; others and self are ultimately empty, and one enters the state of ultimate truthfulness, like a spirit. Here, it is not only the human mentality that cannot be applied; even the mindfulness of Tao is not applicable." - Liu I-ming
The Conduct of the Moon and Clouds
The consistent conduct of people of the Way is like the flowing clouds with no grasping mind, like the full moon reflecting universally, not confined anywhere, glistening within each of the ten thousand forms.
Dignified and upright, emerge and make contact with the variety of phenomena, unstained and unconfused. Function the same toward all others since all have the same substance as you. Language cannot transmit this, speculation cannot reach it. Leaping beyond the infinite and cutting off the dependent, be obliging without looking for merit.
This marvel cannot be measured with consciousness or emotion. On the journey accept your function, in your house please sustain it. Comprehending birth and death, leaving causes and conditions, genuinely realize that from the outset your spirit is not halted. So we have been told that the mind that embraces all the ten directions does not stop anywhere.
-- Hongzhi Zhengjue (1091-1157)
*note*..lovely poems from Rumi quote "
Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī (Persian: جلالالدین محمد بلخى), also known as Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī (جلالالدین محمد رومی),
and more popularly in the English-speaking world simply as Rumi (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273), was a 13th-century Persian[1][6] poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic.[7] Iranians, Turks, Afghans, Tajiks, and other Central Asian Muslims as well as the Muslims of the Indian subcontinent have greatly appreciated his spiritual legacy in the past seven centuries.[8] Rumi's importance is considered to transcend national and ethnic borders. His poems have been widely translated into many of the world's languages and transposed into various formats. In 2007, he was described as the "most popular poet in America."[9]
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Kiss to him:)
-added by danny-
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Poems by Rumi
Wedding Poems Be Lost in the Call Lord, said David, since you do not need us,
O you who've gone on pilgrimage -
where are you, where, oh where? Here, here is the Beloved! Oh come now, come, oh come! Your friend, he is your neighbor, he is next to your wall - You, erring in the desert - what air of love is this? If you'd see the Beloved's form without any form - You are the house, the master, You are the Kaaba, you! . . . Where is a bunch of roses, if you would be this garden? Where, one soul's pearly essence when you're the Sea of God? That's true - and yet your troubles may turn to treasures rich - How sad that you yourself veil the treasure that is yours!
Come,
come, whoever you are.
Wonderer,
worshipper, lover of leaving.
It
doesn't matter.
Ours
is not a caravan of despair.
Come,
even if you have broken your vow
a
thousand times
Come,
yet again, come, come.
We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee; we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee. We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat: our victory and defeat is from thee, O thou whose qualities are comely! Who are we, O Thou soul of our souls, that we should remain in being beside thee? We and our existences are really non-existence; thou art the absolute Being which manifests the perishable. We all are lions, but lions on a banner: because of the wind they are rushing onward from moment to moment. Their onward rush is visible, and the wind is unseen: may that which is unseen not fail from us! Our wind whereby we are moved and our being are of thy gift; our whole existence is from thy bringing into being.
leave me ruined, exhausted from the journey of this night, writhing in a wave of passion till the dawn. Either stay and be forgiving, or, if you like, be cruel and leave. Flee from me, away from trouble; take the path of safety, far from this danger. We have crept into this corner of grief, turning the water wheel with a flow of tears. While a tyrant with a heart of flint slays, and no one says, "Prepare to pay the blood money." Faith in the king comes easily in lovely times, but be faithful now and endure, pale lover. No cure exists for this pain but to die, So why should I say, "Cure this pain"? In a dream last night I saw an ancient one in the garden of love, beckoning with his hand, saying, "Come here." On this path, Love is the emerald, the beautiful green that wards off dragonsnough, I am losing myself. If you are a man of learning, read something classic, a history of the human struggle and don't settle for mediocre verse.
Kulliyat-i-Shams
2039
This Marriage May these vows and this marriage be blessed. May it be sweet milk, this marriage, like wine and halvah. May this marriage offer fruit and shade like the date palm. May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day a day in paradise. May this marriage be a sign of compassion, a seal of happiness here and hereafter. May this marriage have a fair face and a good name, an omen as welcomes the moon in a clear blue sky. I am out of words to describe how spirit mingles in this marriage.
Kulliyat-i-Shams
2667
Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence: This place made from our love for that emptiness! Yet somehow comes emptiness, this existence goes. Praise to that happening, over and over! For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness. Then one swoop, one swing of the arm, that work is over. Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting. The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw blown off into emptiness. These words I'm saying so much begin to lose meaning: Existence, emptiness, mountain, straw: Words and what they try to say swept out the window, down the slant of the roof.
Fihi
ma fihi [Discourses of Rumi]
quoted from William C. Chittick, _The Sufi Path of Love: The Spiritual Teachings of Rumi(Albany: SUNY, 1983)
we are sweeping the road to the sky. Your joy is here today, what remains for tomorrow? The armies of the day have chased the army of the night, Heaven and earth are filled with purity and light. Oh! joy for he who has escaped from this world of perfumes and color! For beyond these colors and these perfumes, these are other colors in the heart and the soul. Oh! joy for this soul and this heart who have escaped the earth of water and clay, Although this water and this clay contain the hearth of the philosophical stone.
We are going to sky, who wants to come with us? We have gone to heaven, we have been the friends of the angels, And now we will go back there, for there is our country. We are higher than heaven, more noble than the angels: Why not go beyond them? Our goal is the Supreme Majesty. What has the fine pearl to do with the world of dust? Why have you come down here? Take your baggage back. What is this place? Luck is with us, to us is the sacrifice!... Like the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean--the ocean of the soul. Like the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean--the ocean of the soul. How could this bird, born from that sea, make his dwelling here? No, we are the pearls from the bosom of the sea, it is there that we dwell: Otherwise how could the wave succeed to the wave that comes from the soul? The wave named 'Am I not your Lord' has come, it has broken the vessel of the body; And when the vessel is broken, the vision comes back, and the union with Him.
Eva de Vitray-Meyerovitch,
'Rumi
and Sufism' trans. Simone Fattal
Sausalito, CA: Post-Apollo Press, 1977, 1987.
What is the secret? "God is One." The sunlight splits when entering the windows of the house. This multiplicity exists in the cluster of grapes; It is not in the juice made from the grapes. For he who is living in the Light of God, The death of the carnal soul is a blessing. Regarding him, say neither bad nor good, For he is gone beyond the good and the bad. Fix your eyes on God and do not talk about what is invisible, So that he may place another look in your eyes. It is in the vision of the physical eyes That no invisible or secret thing exists. But when the eye is turned toward the Light of God What thing could remain hidden under such a Light? Although all lights emanate from the Divine Light Don't call all these lights "the Light of God"; It is the eternal light which is the Light of God, The ephemeral light is an attribute of the body and the flesh. ...Oh God who gives the grace of vision! The bird of vision is flying towards You with the wings of desire.
searches for what's not there to practice his craft.A builder looks for the rotten hole where the roof caved in. A water-carrier picks the empty pot. A carpenter stops at the house with no door. Workers rush toward some hint of emptiness, which they then start to fill. Their hope, though, is for emptiness, so don't think you must avoid it. It contains what you need! Dear soul, if you were not friends with the vast nothing inside, why would you always be casting you net into it, and waiting so patiently? This invisible ocean has given you such abundance, but still you call it "death", that which provides you sustenance and work. God has allowed some magical reversal to occur, so that you see the scorpion pit as an object of desire, and all the beautiful expanse around it, as dangerous and swarming with snakes. This is how strange your fear of death and emptiness is, and how perverse the attachment to what you want. Now that you've heard me on your misapprehensions, dear friend, listen to Attar's story on the same subject. He strung the pearls of this about King Mahmud, how among the spoils of his Indian campaign there was a Hindu boy, whom he adopted as a son. He educated and provided royally for the boy and later made him vice-regent, seated on a gold throne beside himself. One day he found the young man weeping.. "Why are you crying? You're the companion of an emperor! The entire nation is ranged out before you like stars that you can command!" The young man replied, "I am remembering my mother and father, and how they scared me as a child with threats of you! 'Uh-oh, he's headed for King Mahmud's court! Nothing could be more hellish!' Where are they now when they should see me sitting here?" This incident is about your fear of changing. You are the Hindu boy. Mahmud, which means Praise to the End, is the spirit's poverty or emptiness. The mother and father are your attachment to beliefs and blood ties and desires and comforting habits. Don't listen to them! They seem to protect but they imprison. They are your worst enemies. They make you afraid of living in emptiness. Some day you'll weep tears of delight in that court, remembering your mistaken parents! Know that your body nurtures the spirit, helps it grow, and gives it wrong advise. The body becomes, eventually, like a vest of chain mail in peaceful years, too hot in summer and too cold in winter. But the body's desires, in another way, are like an unpredictable associate, whom you must be patient with. And that companion is helpful, because patience expands your capacity to love and feel peace. The patience of a rose close to a thorn keeps it fragrant. It's patience that gives milk to the male camel still nursing in its third year, and patience is what the prophets show to us. The beauty of careful sewing on a shirt is the patience it contains. Friendship and loyalty have patience as the strength of their connection. Feeling lonely and ignoble indicates that you haven't been patient. Be with those who mix with God as honey blends with milk, and say, "Anything that comes and goes, rises and sets, is not what I love." else you'll be like a caravan fire left to flare itself out alone beside the road.
Rumi VI (1369-1420)
from 'Rumi
: One-Handed Basket Weaving
"NOONE" says it better: What is the mi'raj12 of the heavens? Non-existence. The religion and creed of the lovers is non- existence.
who idly ask, 'How much is that?' Oh, I'm just looking. They handle a hundred items and put them down, shadows with no capital. What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping. But these walk into a shop, and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment, in that shop. Where did you go? "Nowhere." What did you have to eat? "Nothing much." Even if you don't know what you want, buy _something,_ to be part of the exchanging flow. Start a huge, foolish project, like Noah. It makes absolutely no difference what people think of you.
Rumi,
'We
Are Three', Mathnawi
VI, 831-845
God has given us a dark wine so potent that,
Mathnawi IV, 2683-96
The Essential Rumi, Coleman Barks
Gone to the Unseen
How did you get away? "These Branching Moments", Coleman Barks Copper Beech Press, 1988
R. A. Nicholson
'Persian
Poems', an Anthology of verse translations
edited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman's Library, 1972
R. A. Nicholson
'Persian
Poems', an Anthology of verse translations
edited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman's Library, 1972
'Tis said, the pipe and lute that charm our ears
R. A. Nicholson
'Persian
Poems', an Anthology of verse translations
edited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman's Library, 1972
There is a Water that flows down from Heaven
R. A. Nicholson
'Persian
Poems', an Anthology of verse translations
edited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman's Library, 1972
What makes the Sufi? Purity of heart;
R. A. Nicholson
'Persian
Poems', an Anthology of verse translations
edited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman's Library, 1972
R. A. Nicholson
'Persian
Poems', an Anthology of verse translations
edited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman's Library, 1972
First he appeared in the realm inanimate;
R. A. Nicholson
'Persian
Poems', an Anthology of verse translations
edited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman's Library, 1972
'Tis light makes colour visible: at night
R. A. Nicholson
'Persian
Poems', an Anthology of verse translations
edited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman's Library, 1972
I made a far journey
'Persian
Poems', an Anthology of verse translations
edited by A.J.Arberry, Everyman's Library, 1972
In order to subdue the mind, act with non-action. Of movement and stillness, be aware of their origin; There is no work to do, much less someone to seek. The true and constant must respond to phenomena; Responding to phenomena, you must be unconfused. When unconfused, the nature will stabilize by itself; When the nature stabilizes, energy returns by itself. When energy returns, the elixir crystallizes by itself; Within the pot, the trigrams of kǎn and lí(heaven and earth) are joined. Yīn and yáng arise, alternating over and over again; Every transformation comes like a clap of thunder. White clouds form and come to assemble at the peak; The sweet nectar sprinkles down Mount Sumeru. Swallow for yourself this wine of immortality; You wander so freely—who is able to know you? Sit and listen to the tune played without strings; Clearly understand the mechanism of creation. It comes entirely from these twenty lines; A true ladder going straight to Heaven.-Daoist text -
"The center of the cyclone is that
rising quiet central low-pressure place in which one can learn to live
eternally. Just outside of this Center is the rotating storm of
one's own ego, competing with other egos in a furious high-velocity
circular dance. As one leaves center, the roar of rotating wind
deafens on more and more as one joins this dance. One's centered
thinking-feeling-being, one's own Satoris, are in the center only,
not outside. One's pushed-pulled driven states, one's anti-Satori
modes of functioning, one's self-created hells, are outside the
center. In the center of the cyclone one is off the wheel of Karma,
of life, rising to join the Creators of the Universe, the Creators of
us.
Here we find that we have created Them who are Us...
Lilly's Law
"In the province of the mind, what
is believed to be true is true or becomes true, within certain limits
to be found experimentally. These limits are further beliefs to be
transcended. In the province of the(true mind..added by danny) mind, there are no limits."" -- John C. Lilly -
Unless you know the emptiness and bliss inside yourself..you'll be a robot forced by the same emptiness and bliss trying to know itself..by pain..inside your self also..trust me!..said the mahayogi!
The student asked: “A sage's response to changing conditions
is unlimited. Does he have to study beforehand?”
He should worry only about his mind's not being
clear, and not about the inability to respond to all changing conditions.”
— Wang Yang Ming (1472-1529)
To us all towns are one, all men our kin. Life's good comes not from others' gift, nor ill. Man's pains and pains' relief are from within. Thus have we seen in visions of the wise !." - Tamil Poem- |
Make yourself
free The Many Wines A Star Without a Name How Did you Get Away Gone to the Unseen Poor Copies Departure I am Part of the Load Remembered Music The Spirit of the Saints The True Sufi Unseen Power The Progress of Man Reality And Appearance Descent |
