#3242 - Wednesday, July 30, 2008 - Editor: Gloria Lee
- #3242 - Wednesday, July 30, 2008 - Editor: Gloria Lee
Nonduality Highlights - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlightsLaughing At the Word TwoOnlyThat IlluminedOneWho keepsSeducing the formless into formHad the charm to win myHeart.Only a Perfect OneWho is alwaysLaughing at the wordTwoCan make you knowOfLove.From: 'The Gift'All the HemispheresLeave the familiar for a while.Let your senses and bodies stretch outLike a welcomed seasonOnto the meadows and shores and hills.Open up to the Roof.Make a new water-mark on your excitementAnd love.Like a blooming night flower,Bestow your vital fragrance of happinessAnd givingUpon our intimate assembly.Change rooms in your mind for a day.All the hemispheres in existenceLie beside an equatorIn your heart.Greet YourselfIn your thousand other formsAs you mount the hidden tide and travelBack home.All the hemispheres in heavenAre sitting around a fireChattingWhile stitching themselves togetherInto the Great Circle inside ofYou.From: 'The Subject Tonight is Love'I Have Learned So MuchIHaveLearnedSo much from GodThat I can no longerCallMyselfA Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim,a Buddhist, a Jew.The Truth has shared so much of ItselfWith meThat I can no longer call myselfA man, a woman, an angel,Or even a pureSoul.Love hasBefriended Hafiz so completelyIt has turned to ashAnd freedMeOf every concept and imagemy mind has ever known.From: 'The Gift'Translated by Daniel Ladinsky
Let Thought Become Your
Let thought become the beautiful Woman.
Cultivate your mind and heart to that depth
That it can give you everything
A warm body can.
Why just keep making love with God's child-- Form
When the Friend Himself is standing
Let prayer become your beautiful Lover
And become free,
Become free of this whole world
From: 'The Gift'
Translated by Daniel Ladinsky
http://www.pbase.com/1heart/image/73392632Tired of Speaking SweetlyLove wants to reach out and manhandle us,Break all our teacup talk of God.If you had the courage andCould give the Beloved His choice, some nights,He would just drag you around the roomBy your hair,Ripping from your grip all those toys in the worldThat bring you no joy.Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetlyAnd wants to rip to shredsAll your erroneous notions of truthThat make you fight within yourself, dear one,And with others,Causing the world to weepOn too many fine days.God wants to manhandle us,Lock us inside of a tiny room with HimselfAnd practice His dropkick.The Beloved sometimes wantsTo do us a great favor:Hold us upside downAnd shake all the nonsense out.But when we hearHe is in such a "playful drunken mood"Most everyone I knowQuickly packs their bags and hightails itOut of town.From: 'The Gift'
Compiled by Mazie Lane with photos by Bob O'Hearn