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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2017 15:06:54 GMT -5
What Draws You?
There are two types on the path, those
who come against their will, the blindly religious,
and those who obey out of love.
The former have ulterior motives.
They want the midwife near because she gives them milk.
The others love the beauty of the nurse.
The former memorise the prooftexts of conformity
and repeat them. The latter disappear
into whatever draws them to God.
Both are drawn from the source.
Any motion is from the mover.
Any love from the beloved.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2017 15:31:09 GMT -5
A Teacher's Pay
God has said Be moderate with eating and drinking
but never, Be satisfied when taking in light.
God offers a teacher the treasures of the world
and the teacher responds, "To be in love with God
and expect to be paid for it!" A servant wants
to be rewarded for what he does. A lover wants
only to be in love's presence, that ocean
whose depth will never be known.
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Post by zin on Jun 30, 2017 19:10:19 GMT -5
subtle degrees
of domination and servitude
are what you know as love.
but Love is different;
It arrives complete
just there
like the moon in the window.
like the sun
of neither east nor west
nor of anyplace.
when that Sun arrives
east and west arrive.
desire only that
of which you have no hope
seek only that
of which you have no clue.
Love is the sea of not-being
and there, intellect drowns.
this is not the Oxus River
or some little creek.
this is the shoreless sea.
here, swimming ends always in drowning.
a journey to the sea
is horses and fodder and contrivance
but at land's end
the footsteps vanish.
you lift up your robe
so as not to wet the hem;
come! drown in this sea
a thousand times!
the moon passes over
the ocean of non-being.
droplets of spray tear loose
and fall back on the cresting waves.
a million galaxies
are a little scum
on this shoreless sea.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2017 16:54:10 GMT -5
Eyes
What is it that sees when vision is clear?
The core that has no story, has that ever seen anything?
Surely vision has loyalties.
Someone buying eye medicine does not see well,
but well enough, at least, to choose the cure.
Beyond day and night one watches
as your eyes close and open and close, as night
turning day turns night, as eyes
like particles float
in the light that is your face,
that is the sun.
Without you our eyes might be a danger
to the soul, but with you they become the same
as the soul. When that happens
the heart is seeing!
You can say that the eyes see God, but it is God
who sees, as in the Qur'an when the desert mountain
looks at God, and eyes appear on every stone.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2017 17:06:43 GMT -5
Escaping To The Forest
Some souls have gotten free of their bodies.
Do you see them? Open your eyes for those
who escape to meet with other escapees,
whose hearts associate in a way they have
of leaving their false selves
to live in a truer self.
I don't mind if my companions
wander away for a while.
They will come back like a smiling drunk.
The thirsty ones die of their thirst.
The nightingale sometimes flies from a garden
to sing in the forest.
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Post by zin on Jul 2, 2017 4:28:33 GMT -5
The planter works with the most joy
whose barn is completely empty,
the planter who works for that
which has not appeared.
Second by second I know you're expecting
some sure understanding, some spiritual perception,
some peace, but I am not allowed to say
more about this mystery,
or else I would create a Baghdad
in the wilds of the Georgia mountains,
and there would be no more doubting!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2017 17:13:26 GMT -5
More Range
We're friends with the one who kills us,
who gives us to the ocean waves.
We love this death. Only ignorance
says, Put it off awhile, day after
tomorrow. Don't avoid the knife.
This friend only seems fierce, bringing
your soul more range, perching your
falcon on a cliff of the wind. Jesus
on his cross, Hallaj on his. Those
absurd executions hold a secret.
Cautious cynics claim they know what
they're doing every moment and why.
Submit to love without thinking, as
the sun rose this morning recklessly
extinguishing our star-candle minds.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2017 17:25:03 GMT -5
If you want what visible reality can give,
you're an employee.
If you want the unseen world,
you're not living your truth.
Both wishes are foolish,
but you'll be forgiven for forgetting
that what you really want is
love's confusing joy.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2017 3:27:00 GMT -5
Your Defects
An empty mirror and your worst destructive habits,
when they are held up to each other,
that's when the real making begins.
That's what art and crafting are.
A tailor needs a torn garment to practice his expertise.
The trunks of trees must be cut and cut again
so they can be used for fine carpentry.
Your doctor must have a broken leg to doctor.
Your defects are the ways that glory gets manifested.
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Post by someNOTHING! on Dec 31, 2023 17:21:43 GMT -5
The planter works with the most joy whose barn is completely empty, the planter who works for that which has not appeared. Second by second I know you're expecting some sure understanding, some spiritual perception, some peace, but I am not allowed to say more about this mystery, or else I would create a Baghdad in the wilds of the Georgia mountains, and there would be no more doubting! Nice  Agreed, but where's Zin these days?! She was such a pleasure to have around. Not Rumi, but a Sufi poem....Such is the situation if you understand it well: If you are in Him, then you are you. In truth you are the bridal chamber where the Truth reveals Himself, but you are not you when you are. Ibn Al Arabi- From the chapter of the Kashf al-ma’na, translated by Pablo Beneito in “ The Servant of the Loving One – On the Adoption of the Character Traits of al-Wadud” |
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Post by zin on Jan 1, 2024 20:55:41 GMT -5
Thank you for remembering me I'm a bit busy. Hope you are all well. My Worst Habit My worst habit is I get so tired of winter I become a torture to those I'm with. If you're not here, nothing grows. I lack clarity. My words tangle and knot up. How to cure bad water? Send it back to the river. How to cure bad habits? Send me back to you. When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools, dig a way out through the bottom to the ocean. There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope. The hopers would feel slighted if they knew. Look as long as you can at the friend you love, no matter whether that friend is moving away from you or coming back to you. -Rumi |
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Post by justlikeyou on Jan 1, 2024 21:54:21 GMT -5
Thank you for remembering me I'm a bit busy. Hope you are all well. My Worst Habit My worst habit is I get so tired of winter I become a torture to those I'm with. If you're not here, nothing grows. I lack clarity. My words tangle and knot up. How to cure bad water? Send it back to the river. How to cure bad habits? Send me back to you. When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools, dig a way out through the bottom to the ocean. There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope. The hopers would feel slighted if they knew. Look as long as you can at the friend you love, no matter whether that friend is moving away from you or coming back to you. -Rumi Ha! You inspired me to post a poem, but its not Rumi, so elsewhere. |
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Post by laughter on Jan 2, 2024 11:55:51 GMT -5
Thank you for remembering me I'm a bit busy. Hope you are all well. My Worst Habit My worst habit is I get so tired of winter I become a torture to those I'm with. If you're not here, nothing grows. I lack clarity. My words tangle and knot up. How to cure bad water? Send it back to the river. How to cure bad habits? Send me back to you. When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools, dig a way out through the bottom to the ocean. There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope. The hopers would feel slighted if they knew. Look as long as you can at the friend you love, no matter whether that friend is moving away from you or coming back to you. -Rumi  |
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Post by unseekingseeker on Feb 5, 2024 9:52:04 GMT -5
“If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?"
—Rumi.
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