the tree of love

....

I said to God, “Let me love you.”

And he replied, “Which part?”

“All of you, all of you.” I said.

“Dear” God spoke, “You are as a mouse wanting to impregnate

a tiger who is not even in heat. It is a feat way

beyond your courage and strength.

You would run from me

if I removed my

mask.”

I said to God again,

“Beloved I need to love you – every aspect, every pore.”

And this time God said,

“There is a hideous blemish on my body,

though it is such an infinitesimal part of my Being-

could you kiss that if it were revealed?”

“I will try, Lord, I will try.”

And then God said,

“That blemish is all the hatred and

cruelty in this

world.”

~  Saint Thomas Aquinas

from Love Poems from God, by Daniel Ladinsky

I am the truth

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tomb of Hallaj

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Kill me, my faithful friends,

For in my being killed is my life.

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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.

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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.

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~  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.

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each moment to fully engage

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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.

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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.

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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.

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~ Omar Khayyam

verses from The Rubaiyat

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I sent my soul

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I sent my soul into the invisible,

Some letter of that after life to spell.

And by and by my soul returned to me

And answered, I myself am heaven and hell.

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~ Omar Khayyam 

from The Rubaiyat

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a symphony

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...Ever since I was a child, I have had the tendency to create a fictitious world around me, to surround myself with friends and acquaintances who never existed. ( I don’t know, of course, if they didn't really exist or if it is me who doesn't exist. On such matters, as in all others, one shouldn't be dogmatic.) Ever since I became aware of the thing that I call self, I can remember with mental precision, the figures, the movements, the character and the history of several fictitious people who were, to me, as visible and mine as those things which we, perhaps abusively, call real life. This tendency, which exists since I realized that I was a self, has always been with me, modifying slightly the kind of music it uses to bewitch me but never altering its manner of bewitching.

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~ Fernando Pessoa

in a letter to his friend Casais Monteiro

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My soul is like a hidden orchestra; I do not know which instruments 

grind and play away inside of me, strings and harps, timbales and drums. 

I can only recognize myself as a symphony.

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from The Book of Disquiet

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present truth

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one must be 

in the moment 

for life to 

ever come true 

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touch the ground 

and be grounded 

find comfort here 

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living, being, 

breathing, now 

this is where 

it will all happen

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~ Benjamin Dean

from straighten the heart, the mind disappears

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ash ode

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When I saw you ahead I ran two blocks 

shouting your name then realizing it wasn't 

you but some alarmed pretender, I went on 

running, shouting now into the sky, 

continuing your fame and luster. Since I've

 been incinerated, I've oft returned to this thought, 

that all things loved are pursued and never caught, 

even as you slept beside me you were flying off. 

At least what's never had can’t be lost, the sieve 

of self stuck with just some larger chunks, jawbone, 

wedding ring, a single repeated dream, 

a lullaby in every elegy, descriptions 

of the sea written in the desert, your broken 

umbrella, me claiming I could fix it.

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~ Dean Young

I died for beauty

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I died for beauty, but was scarce

Adjusted in the tomb,

When one who died for truth was lain

In an adjoining room.

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He questioned softly why I failed?

“For beauty,” I replied.

“And I for truth, -the two are one;

We brethren are,” he said.

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And so, as kinsmen met a night,

We talked between the rooms,

Until the moss had reached our lips,

And covered up our names.

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~ Emily Dickinson

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da capo

Take the used-up heart like a pebble

and throw it far out.

Soon there is nothing left.

Soon the last ripple exhausts itself

in the weeds.

Returning home, slice onions, carrots, celery.

Glaze them in oil before adding

the lentils, water, and herbs.

Then the roasted chestnuts, a little pepper, the salt.

Finish with goat cheese and parsley. Eat.

You may do this, I tell you, it is permitted.

Begin again the story of your life.

~ Jane Hirshfield

from The Lives of the Heart

unpetalled

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I unpetalled you, like a rose,

to see your soul,

and I didn't see it.

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But everything around

--horizons of lands and of seas--

everything, out to the infinite,

was filled with a fragrance,

enormous and alive.

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~ Juan Ramon Jimenez

translated by Stephen Mitchell

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in a stolen boat

push off what seemed safe: The fishing dock,

pitch pines, children glazed to sheen

by ruthless summers. Past

 

the jetty, past the past, to open sea--

all violet and green, that choppy path between doom and luck--

Put your back into it, and row.

 

 

 

~ April Bernard

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this love has no name

Holiness is falling in love with your own self.

This is devotion, and it is not different from love!

What you love you are devoted to and

what you are devoted to you love.

When this love has no object, and goes nowhere

but to itself, it will reveal itself to you in whatever

form you desire; manifest or unmanifest.

If you desire this love don't try to love a particular

person because this love has no personality, no

form, and no name. God is this love.

~ Papaji

from The Truth Is

in a train

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There has been a light snow.

Dark car tracks move in out of the darkness.

I stare at the train window marked with soft dust.

I have awakened at Missoula Montana utterly happy.

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~ Robert Bly

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hidden things

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After Long Busyness

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I start out for a walk at last after weeks at the desk.

Moon gone plowing underfoot no stars; not a trace of light!

Suppose a horse were galloping toward me in this open field?

Every day I did not spend in solitude was wasted.

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Watering the Horse

How strange to think of giving up all ambition!

Suddenly I see with such clear eyes

The white flake of snow

That has just fallen in the horse's mane!

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~ Robert Bly

a life entirely given

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Hell is timely, for Hell is the thought

that Hell will go on, on and on, without end.

Heaven is only present, instantaneous and eternal,

a mayfly, a blue dayflower, a life entirely given,

complete forever in its hour.

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~ Wendell Berry

from Leavings

photo by magda berny

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