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#4343 - Thursday, August 18, 2011 - Editor: Gloria Lee

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    #4343 - Thursday, August 18, 2011 - Editor: Gloria Lee The Nonduality Highlights - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights Silence is all I can say Listen
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      #4343 - Thursday, August 18, 2011 - Editor: Gloria Lee
      The Nonduality Highlights - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights 
       
       
       
      Silence is all I can say
       

      Listen to presences inside poems,
      Let them take you where they will.
      ~ Rumi
       
      Silence is the root of everything.
      If you spiral into its void,
      a hundred voices will thunder
      messages you long to hear.
      ~ Rumi
       
      Heart is the one who calls.
      The sound of Heart echoes
      on the mountain of body.
      O the one who hangs on sound,
      Be silent.
      Instead, embrace the place
      from whence sound comes.
      ~ Rumi
       
      The silence that Love would tell to Love,
      That would be a narration
      Which would feed the Soul
      And have no end.
      ~ Rumi
       
      Be silent. That Heart speaks
      without tongue or lips.
      ~ Rumi
       
      We listen to words
      so we can silently
      reach into the other.
      ~ Rumi
       
      “Keep silence,” be mute;
      if you have not yet become
      the tongue of God,
      be an ear.
      ~ Rumi
       
      Series by Enea Bozeglav on Facebook
       

       
      photo by Alan Larus
       

       
      You..You...You..& Me too...
       

      Why is there always music in this house?
      Ask the owner.
       
      Idols inside the Kaaba?
      Beloved's light in a pagan temple?
       
      Here is a treasure this world could not contain.
      The house and its landlord
      are all pretext and play.
       
      Hands off this house, this talisman.
      Don't argue with the landlord;
      he's drunk every night.
       
      The dirt and garbage are musk and rose.
      The roof and door are music and verse.
      In short, whoever finds this house,
      is ruler of the world, Solomon of his time.
       
      Look down, Lord, from the roof;
      bless us with your glance.
       
      I swear, since seeing Your face,
      the whole world is a fraud and fantasy.
      The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf
      or blossom. The distracted birds
      can't distinguish the birdseed from the snare.
       
      A house of love with no limits,
      a presence more beautiful than venus or the moon,
      a beauty whose image fills the mirror of the heart.
       
      Zulaikha's female friends,
      beside themselves in Joseph's presence, sliced their wrists.
      Maybe a curl of his hair brushed their hearts.
       
      Come in. The Beloved is here. We are all drunk.
      No one notices who enters or leaves.
      Don't sit outside the door in the dark, wondering.
       
      Those drunk with Beloved,
      even if they are a thousand, live as One.
      But drunk with lust, even one is double.
       
      Enter the thicket of lions unafraid of any wounds.
      The shadows you fear are just a child's fantasy.
       
      There is no wound and nothing to be wounded;
      all is mercy and love.
       
      But you build up thought
      like a massive wooden door.
      Set fire to the wood.
       
      Silence the noise of the heart.
      Hold your harmful tongue.
       
      ~ Rumi
      -Version by Kabir Helminski
      "Love is a Stranger"
      Threshold Books, 1993

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