#3325 - Monday, October 20, 2008 - Editor: Gloria Lee Nonduality Highlights - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights Is my soul asleep? by Antonio MachadoMessage 1 of 1 , Oct 20, 2008View Source#3325 - Monday, October 20, 2008 - Editor: Gloria Lee
Nonduality Highlights - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlightsIs my soul asleep?
by Antonio Machado
Is my soul asleep?
Have those beehives that work
in the night stopped? And the water-
wheel of thought, is it
going around now, cups
empty, carrying only shadows?
No, my soul is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches,
its eyes wide open
far-off things, and listens
at the shores of the great silence.
From The Soul Is Here For Its Own Joy
Edited by Robert Bly
SILENT ILLUMINATION"Silent and serene, forgetting words
Bright clarity appears before you.
When you reflect it, you become vast.
Where you embody it, you are uplifted.
Solitary and shining, a river of stars,
Snow covered pines,
Clouds enveloping the peak.
In darkness it is most bright,
While hidden all the more manifest.
The crane dreams in the winter mist.
The autumn waters flow far in the distance.
Endless kalpas are totally empty,
All things completely the same.
When wonder exists in serenity,
all achievement is forgotten in illumination.
Only silence is the supreme speech,
Only illumination the universal response.
Responding without falling into achievement,
Speaking without involving listeners,
The ten thousand forms majestically glisten
And expound the dharma."
From The Great Vow Monastery Chantbook
posted to Daily Dharma
By Farid ud-Din Attar
(1120? - 1220?)
English version by Coleman Barks
The sun can only be seen by the light
of the sun. The more a man or woman knows,
the greater the bewilderment, the closer
to the sun the more dazzled, until a point
is reached where one no longer is.
A mystic knows without knowledge, without
intuition or information, without contemplation
or description or revelation. Mystics
are not themselves. They do not exist
in selves. They move as they are moved,
talk as words come, see with sight
that enters their eyes. I met a woman
once and asked her where love had led her.
"Fool, there's no destination to arrive at.
Loved one and lover and love are infinite."
-- from The Hand of Poetry: Five Mystic Poets of Persia, with Lectures by Inayat Khan, Translated by Coleman Barks