the nature of consciousness

~ Robert Spira

something else

Whatever it is hangs over us,

wants us to keep on gliding forward,

as if a compass nestled in the heart,

as if a hidden magnet were always calling to

the bits of iron which swim in the blood,

or a boat was being drawn ahead

by a canal-man, with his steady line and

unwavering eye,

not asking why, just doing it,

even on the days we awaken

amidst the ruins of the spirit,

and have nothing to offer,

except a longing for the smell of hyacinths

and something else we can't fully recall.

~ Dorothy Walters

from Marrow of Flame

who

Whoever went in

naked to the core.

Whoever cast aside

all the armor.

all the fastenings.

Who could breathe air thin as flame.

Drink water pressed from blossoms,

rose petals

or violets.

Whoever stayed in that

darkness so dark

it became a circle of seeing.

Who could hear

the silent flute note

of the stilled wind,

hold rock turning to light.

~ Dorothy Walters

from Marrow of Flame

Uzayr

  

The sons of Uzayr, were looking for their father.

They have grown old, and their father

has miraculously grown young!

They meet him and ask, "Pardon us, sir,

but have you seen Uzayr?  We hear

that he's supposed to be coming along

this road today."  "Yes," says Uzayr,

"he's right behind me."  One of his sons

replies, "That's good news."  The other

falls on the ground.  He has recognized

his father.  "What do you mean news?

We're already inside the sweetness

of his presence."   To the mind

there is such a thing as news, whereas

to inner knowing , it's all in the middle

of its happening.  To doubters, this is

a pain.  To believers, it's gospel.

To the lover and the visionary

it's life as it's being lived.

~ Rumi

Coleman Barks translation