To meditate does not mean to fight with a problem.
To meditate means to observe.
Your smile proves it.
It proves that you are being gentle with yourself,
that the sun of awareness is shining in you,
that you have control of your situation.
You are yourself,
and you have acquired some peace.
THICH NHAT HAHN
Continue Reading...If you put on shoes that are too tight and walk out
across an empty plain, you will not feel the freedom
of the place unless you take off your shoes.
Your shoe-constriction has you confined.
At night before sleeping you take off the tight shoes,
and your soul releases into a place it knows.
Dreams glide deeper.
Physical existence is so cramped.We grow old and bent over
like embryos.Nine months passes;it is time to be born.
The lamb wants to graze green daylight.
There are ways of being born twice,of coming
to where you fly,not individually like birds,
but as the sun moves with his bride,sincerity.
Loaves of bread remind us of sunlight,
but when we are inside that orb,we lose interest
in building ovens,in millwork and the preparation
of fields before the planting.
Fish love the ocean. Snakes move like earth-fish
inside a mountain,well away from seawater.
Certain sunfish,though,turn snakes into ocean lovers.
RUMI
Continue Reading...In the orchard and rose garden
I long to see your face.
In the taste of Sweetness
I long to kiss your lips.
In the shadows of passion
I long for your love.
Oh! Supreme Lover!
Let me leave aside my worries.
The flowers are blooming
with the exultation of your Spirit.
By Allah!
I long to escape the prison of my ego
and lose myself
in the mountains and the desert.
These sad and lonely people tire me.
I long to revel in the drunken frenzy of your love
and feel the strength of Rustam in my hands.
I’m sick of mortal kings.
I long to see your light.
With lamps in hand
the sheiks and mullahs roam
the dark alleys of these towns
not finding what they seek.
You are the Essence of the Essence,
The intoxication of Love.
I long to sing your praises
but stand mute
with the agony of wishing in my heart.
RUMI
Continue Reading...We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dream. Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting by desolate streams. World losers and world forsakers, for whom the pale moon gleams. Yet we are movers and the shakers of the world forever it seems.”
ARTHUR WILLIAM EDGAR O’SHAUGHNESSY
Continue Reading...May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night and a smooth road all the way to your door.
AN IRISH BLESSING
Continue Reading...Confused by thoughts,
we experience duality in life.
Unencumbered by ideas,
the enlightened see the one Reality.
HUI – NENG
Continue Reading...The fruit of silence is prayer
the fruit of prayer is faith
the fruit of faith is love
the fruit of love is service
the fruit of service is peace.
MOTHER TERESA
Continue Reading...The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
OMAR KHAYYAM
Continue Reading...We are the flute, our music is all Thine;
We are the mountains echoing only Thee;
And movest to defeat or victory;
Lions emblazoned high on flags unfurled-
They wind invisible sweeps us through the world.
RUMI
Continue Reading...Make yourself free from self at one stroke!
Like a sword be without trace of soft iron;
Like a steel mirror, scour off all rust with contrition.
RUMI
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