#2860 - Sunday, July 1, 2007 - Editor:
Don't hide - the sight of your face is a
Wherever you place your foot,
there rests a blessing.
passing over me like a swift bird,
is a blessing.
great Spring has come.
Your sweet air,
blowing through the city, the
the gardens, and the desert
is a blessing.
He has come
with love to our door;
His knock is a blessing.
We go from house to
house, asking of him.
Any answer is a blessing.
Caught in this
we look for a sight of the soul.
Remember what the Prophet
One sight is a blessing.
The leaf of every tree brings a
from the Unseen world.
Look! Every falling leaf is a
All of Nature swings in unison -
listening without ears.
What a blessing!
O soul, the four
elements are your face -
Water, wind, fire, and earth -
Each one is a
Once the seed of faith takes root
it cannot be blown
even by the strongest wind -
Now that's a blessing!
I bow to
for the dust of your feet
is the crown on my head.
As I walk
every step I take is a blessing.
His form appeared before
me, just now,
as I was singing this poem. I swear.
What a blessing!
Every vision born of earth is
Every vision born of heaven is a blessing.
For people, the
sight of Spring warms their hearts;
For fish, the rhythm of the ocean
The brilliant Sun
that shines in every heart -
heavens, earth, and all creatures -
What a blessing!
The heart can't
wait to speak of this ecstasy.
The soul is kissing the earth saying,
God, what a blessing!
Fill me with the wine of your silence.
soak my every pore
For the inner splendor it reveals
is a blessing,
"A Garden Beyond Paradise: The
Mystical Poetry of Rumi,"
Version by Jonathan Star based on translation by
Bantam Books, 1992
posted to Allspirit by Abdullah bin
"This is your own time. This spot
where you sit is
your own spot It is on this very spot and in
very moment that you can become enlightened.
You don't have to sit
beneath a special tree in a
distant land. Practice like this for a few
and you will begin to know a profound and
--Thich Nhat Hanh
From the book "The Miracle of
posted to Daily Dharma
What the Buddha Taught
Mindfulness, or awareness, does not mean
should think and be conscious "I am doing this" or "I
that." No. Just the contrary. The moment
you think "I am doing this," you
self-conscious, and then you do not live in the action,
live in the idea "I am," and consequently
your work too is spoiled. You
should forget yourself
completely, and lose yourself in what you do. The
moment a speaker becomes self-conscious and
thinks "I am addressing an
audience," his speech is
disturbed and his trend of thought broken. But when
he forgets himself in his speech, in his subject, then
he is at his
best, he speaks well and explains things
clearly. All great work--artistic,
or spiritual--is produced at those moments when its
creators are lost completely in their actions, when
themselves altogether, and are free
"In my view things are a bit more
Well, that's it, isn't it, Brother?
We complicate the view with our various
about how it is, obscuring how it actually is with
layer of assumptions, beliefs, and images
which we have somehow convinced
defending or preserving. This is called fixating in the
stagnant swamp of identity. It is planting our shoes
In reality, there are many gates but no
tarry, to carve out some little certainty in the midst
unknown, some secret holy house where we
can be safe. There is no safety in
That's why it frightens us to let go of the past. It's
we consent to be bound by it. True freedom has
nothing to do with core
values, because core values
are simply more transient stories we tell
and each other in the midst of the immensity of the
They begin and end. All stories do. They
are impermanent, and so not real.
When push comes
to shove, all that stuff just flies out the window,
one finds out that they really just don't know.
Yikes! The house of
cue-cards starts to crumble,
and the movie director gets very sweaty palms.
On the other hand, as we become intimate
underlying plot, we can begin to recognize how this
sense of independent self is fashioned, the
script concocted, and how the
tender trap of desire
and attachment is laid. Values come later, after the
various complicators get their two dimes in, and we
end up walking
around (innocently enough) with
mucho hearsay in our heads, blindly synching
the perpetual loop of attraction and aversion that
we come to
represent, and on it goes. And on it
goes. AKA suffering. AKA complication.
Yadda yadda . . .
In reality, things are very simple. There
paradigm for reality. There is only reality. That's it.
daylight. Unmistakable. It's you. You are
the reality you seek! How could it
Yes, Namaste -- it's all you, yet you are none of it!
You're not even speakable with words, you're that
cool! Indeed, why
"Truth is simple and open to all. Why do
complicate? Truth is loving and lovable. It includes
all, purifies all. It is untruth that is
difficult and a source of trouble.
It always wants,
expects, demands. Being false, it is empty, always in
search of confirmation and reassurance. It is afraid
of and avoids
enquiry. It identifies itself with any
support, however weak and momentary.
gets, it loses and asks for more. Therefore put no
the conscious. Nothing you can see, feel, or
think is so. Even sin and
virtue, merit and demerit are
not what they appear. Usually the bad and the
are a matter of convention and custom and are
welcomed, according to how the words
are used. " --Nisargadatta
Bob O'Hearn on GardenMystics