#4088 - Saturday, November 27, 2010
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Nonduality Highlights: Issue #4088, Saturday, November 27, 2010
OK, darlin's - here is a gift to you,
for no reason except I love you. ~dg
For no reason
I start skipping like a child.
For no reason
I turn into a leaf
That is carried so high
I kiss the Sun's mouth
For no reason
A thousand birds
Choose my head for a conference table,
Start passing their
Cup of wine
And their wild songbooks all around.
For every reason in existence
I begin eternally,
To eternally laugh and love!
When I turn into a leaf
And start dancing,
I run to kiss our beautiful Friend
And I dissolve in the Truth
That I Am.
- Ladinsky inspired by Hafiz, posted to DailyDharma
If the only prayer your say in your entire life is
"thank you," that would suffice.
- Meister Eckhart, posted to AlongTheWay
The aim of prayer is to keep you always in the state
you were in during prayer. Asleep or awake, writing or
reading, whatever you do, you must never be without
the remembrance of God.
- Rumi, from Breathing Truth - Quotations from Jalaluddin Rumi,, translated by Muriel Maufroy, posted to AlongTheWay
Pay attention. Trust Life.
You will eventually discover,
with pure and overwhelming delight,
that you are not separate from
That which you are seeking.
- Metta Zetty
Alchemist of My Soul
O limitless and compassionate one,
high above the rest,
You have set ablaze the dry weeds of intellect.
You have come with a smile,
and thrown open the gates of my prison.
You have come to the lowly
and given to them with the generosity of God.
You are the call of the rising Sun,
the hope of all people in need.
You are the seeker, the goal,
and seeking itself.
Blazing like fire in every heart,
calming the mind of its restlessness,
you are the seer, the seen, and sight itself.
O Alchemist of my soul, essence of all truth,
once your cure appeared
everything else lost its meaning.
There was a time we lost ourselves in others,
a time we ate the best of foods.
There was time we relied on the intellect,
a time we looked for fortune
but all this had no value in the end.
For a mouthful of food and some bitter herbs
we went everywhere,
we made so many plans
one day it was Rome,
the next day it was Africa.
We entered a raging battlefield, for what?
a few crumbs of bread.
Lose your soul in God's love, I swear
there is no other way.
Stay with that silence.
I once ran toward the knowledge of this world;
now the papers are packed, the pens are broken
O Saaqi, bring on the wine!
- Rumi, Ghazal (Ode) One, version by Jonathan Star, based on a translation by Shahram Shiva, from A Garden Beyond Paradise: The Mystical Poetry of Rumi, posted to Sunlight