Friday, February 25, 2011

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.
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There, sometimes, you meet your own heart
like someone you've never known.



~ Hans Børli


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Thursday, February 24, 2011

if you love




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You might quiet the whole world for a second
if you pray.
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And if you love, if you
really love,
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our guns will
wilt.
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~ St. John of the Cross

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to just be close




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I was sad one day and went for a walk;
I sat in a field.
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A rabbit noticed my condition and 
came near.
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It often does not take more than that to help at times -
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to just be close to creatures who
are so full of knowing,
so full of love
that they don't
- chat,
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they just gaze with
their
marvelous understanding.

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~ St. John of the Cross
from Love Poems from God
translations by Daniel Ladinsky

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Wednesday, February 23, 2011

oneness into many


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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!
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~ Katha Upanishad
translation by Eknath Easwaran

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Tuesday, February 22, 2011

november




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Some aggravations include the whole world.
What can you do?  An old pulp-cutter
Longs to die, imagines
The Easter nails.
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On his Icelandic farm, Guttorm hears
The news: his two sons
Dead.  He pulls the covers
Up over his head.
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Some oak leaves hang, others fall.
The body says, "It's all right
To die.  It's not an insult
To the world."

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~ Robert Bly
from Morning Poems


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winter afternoon by the lake

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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
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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
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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.'"
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The snow and the black trees, pause, to see if we're
Ready to re-enter that stillness.  "Not yet."

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~ Robert Bly
For Owen
from Morning Poems

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non-action




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That which offers no resistance,
overcomes the hardest substances.
That which offers no resistance
can enter where there is no space.
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Few in the world can comprehend
the teaching without words,
or understand the value of non-action.

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~ Lao Tzu
from The Tao Te Ching
translation j.h. mcdonald

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for lost friends

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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.
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When we love another heart
And allow it to love us, 
We journey deep below time
Into that eternal weave
Where nothing unravels.
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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.
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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;
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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.
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~ John O'Donohue
from To Bless the Space Between Us

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Monday, February 21, 2011

a way between voice and presence






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Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu
Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion
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or cultural system. I am not from the East
or the West, not out of the ocean or up
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from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not
composed of elements at all. I do not exist,
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am not an entity in this world or in the next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve or any
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origin story. My place is placeless, a trace
of the traceless. Neither body or soul.
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I belong to the beloved, have seen the two
worlds as one and that one call to and know,
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first, last, outer, inner, only that
breath breathing human being.
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There is a way between voice and presence
where information flows.
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In disciplined silence it opens.
With wandering talk it closes.
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~ Rumi
translation by Coleman Barks

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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



Saturday, February 19, 2011

you know quite well



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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. 
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~ Herman Hesse 
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Friday, February 18, 2011

the tree of love






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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

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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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