present

.

.

The incarnate Word is with us,

is still speaking, is present

always, yet leaves no sign

but everything that is.

.

~ Wendell Berry

from Given

IX, Sabbaths 1999

.

a pile of ashes

Your pride in yourself and your wanting,

these steal your energy along the road.

If you can kill these robbers

and become the servant of everyone,

you'll meet the Lord in meditation

and see what you used to protect

as just a pile of ashes.

~ Lalla

from Naked Song

translations by Coleman Barks

beyond the grey continent

It must be those brief moments

when nothing has happened - nor is going to.

Tiny moments, like islands in the ocean

beyond the grey continent of our ordinary days.

.

There, sometimes, you meet your own heart

like someone you've never known.

~ Hans Børli

.

if you love

.

You might quiet the whole world for a second

if you pray.

.

And if you love, if you

really love,

.

our guns will

wilt.

.

~ St. John of the Cross

.

to just be close

.

I was sad one day and went for a walk;

I sat in a field.

.

A rabbit noticed my condition and 

came near.

.

It often does not take more than that to help at times -

.

to just be close to creatures who

are so full of knowing,

so full of love

that they don't

- chat,

.

they just gaze with

their

marvelous understanding.

.

.

~ St. John of the Cross

from Love Poems from God

translations by Daniel Ladinsky

.

oneness into many

.

.

As the same fire assumes different shapes

When it consumes objects differing in shape,

So does the one Self take the shape

Of every creature in whom he is present.

As the same air assumes different shapes

When it enters objects differing in shape,

So does the one Self take the shape

Of every creature in whom he is present.

...

The ruler supreme, inner Self of all,

Multiplies his oneness into many.

Eternal joy is theirs who see the Self

In their own hearts.  To none else does it come!

.

~ Katha Upanishad

translation by Eknath Easwaran

.

november

.

Some aggravations include the whole world.

What can you do?  An old pulp-cutter

Longs to die, imagines

The Easter nails.

.

On his Icelandic farm, Guttorm hears

The news: his two sons

Dead.  He pulls the covers

Up over his head.

.

Some oak leaves hang, others fall.

The body says, "It's all right

To die.  It's not an insult

To the world."

.

~ Robert Bly
from Morning Poems

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winter afternoon by the lake

.

.

Black trunks, black branches, and white snow.

No one nearby, five o'clock, below zero,

Late January. No birds. No wind.

You look, and your life seems stopped.  Perhaps

.

You died suddenly earlier today.  But the thin

Moon says no.  The trees say, "It's been this way

Before, often.  It's cold, but it's quiet."  We've experienced

This before, among the messy Saxons putting back

.

The hide flap.  A voice says: "It's old.  You'll never

See this again, the way it is now, because

Just today you sensed that someone gave you

Life and said, 'Stay as long as you like.'"

.

The snow and the black trees, pause, to see if we're

Ready to re-enter that stillness.  "Not yet."

.

~ Robert Bly

For Owen

from Morning Poems

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non-action

.

.

That which offers no resistance,

overcomes the hardest substances.

That which offers no resistance

can enter where there is no space.

.

Few in the world can comprehend

the teaching without words,

or understand the value of non-action.

.

~ Lao Tzu

from The Tao Te Ching
translation j.h. mcdonald

.

for lost friends

.

.

As twilight makes a rainbow robe

From the concealed colors of day

In order for time to stay alive

Within the dark weight of night,

May we lose no one we love

From the shelter of our hearts.

.

When we love another heart

And allow it to love us, 

We journey deep below time

Into that eternal weave

Where nothing unravels.

.

May we have the grace to see

Despite the hurt of rupture,

The searing of anger,

And the empty disappointment,

That whoever we have loved,

Such love can never quench.

.

Though a door may have closed,

Closed between us,

May we be able to view

Our lost friends with eyes

Wise with calming grace;

Forgive them the damage

We were left to inherit;

.

Free ourselves from the chains

Of forlorn resentment;

Bring warmth again to 

Where the heart has frozen

In order that beyond the walls

Of our cherished hurt

And chosen distance

We may be able to 

Celebrate the gifts they brought,

Learn and grow from the pain,

And prosper into difference,

Wishing them the peace

Where spirit can summon

Beauty from wounded space.

.

~ John O'Donohue

from To Bless the Space Between Us

.

a way between voice and presence

.

Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu

Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion

.

or cultural system. I am not from the East

or the West, not out of the ocean or up

.

from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not

composed of elements at all. I do not exist,

.

am not an entity in this world or in the next,

did not descend from Adam and Eve or any

.

origin story. My place is placeless, a trace

of the traceless. Neither body or soul.

.

I belong to the beloved, have seen the two

worlds as one and that one call to and know,

.

first, last, outer, inner, only that

breath breathing human being.

.

There is a way between voice and presence

where information flows.

.

In disciplined silence it opens.

With wandering talk it closes.

.

~ Rumi

translation by Coleman Barks

.

this press of time

We set the pace,

But this press of time –

take it as a little thing

next to what endures.

All this hurrying

soon will be over

Only when we tarry

do we touch the holy.

Young ones,

don’t waste your courage

racing so fast

flying so high.

See how all things are at rest –

darkness and morning light

blossom and book.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

you know quite well

.

.

You know quite well, deep within you, 

that there is only a single magic,

a single power, a single salvation...

and that is called loving. 

.

~ Herman Hesse 

.

I am the truth

.

tomb of Hallaj

.

Kill me, my faithful friends,

For in my being killed is my life.

.

Love is that you remain standing

In front of your Beloved

When you are stripped of all your attributes;

Then His attributes become your qualities.

.

Between me and You, there is only me.

Take away the me, so only You remain

...

I am the One whom I love, and the One whom I love is myself.

We are two souls incarnated in one body;

if you see me, you see Him,

if you see Him, you see us.

.

~  Al-Hallaj

Mansur al-Hallaj was executed in Baghdad in 922.

Hallaj taught an interior expression,

 he was known to say “ana al-haq,” or “I am the Truth,”

for this he was executed.

.

each moment to fully engage

 .

.

Pursuing knowledge in childhood we rise

Until we become masterful and wise

But if we look through the disguise

We see the ties of worldly lies.

.

Early one morning I heard an angelic chime

Bringing news of a loving and joyous clime

Pursuit of the unimportant is the worst crime

Live in joy & love before the end of your time.

.

I watched the birds on nature’s stage

Playful, in flight, page after page

Thus opened the doors of my cage

& learnt each moment to fully engage.

.

~ Omar Khayyam

verses from The Rubaiyat

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