#4677 - Saturday/Sunday, August 11/12, 2012
Nonduality Highlights Issue #4677, Saturday/Sunday, August 11/12, 2012
Cup and Ocean
These forms we seem to be are cups floating in an ocean
of living consciousness.
They fill and sink without leaving an arc of bubbles or
any good-bye spray. What we
are is that ocean, too near to see, though we swim in it
and drink it in. Don't
be a cup with a dry rim, or someone who rides all night
and never knows the horse
beneath his thighs, the surging that carries him along.
- Rumi, version by Coleman Barks from The Soul of Rumi, posted to AlongTheWay
Some huge work goes on growing. How
could one person's words matter? Where
you walk, heads pop from the ground. What
is one seed head compared to yours? On
my death day I'll know the answer. I have
cleared this house, so that your work can,
when it comes, fill every room. I slide
like an empty boat pulled over water.
- Rumi, Ghazal 622, version by Coleman Barks from The Soul of Rumi, posted to Sunlight
By plucking her petals, you do not
gather the beauty of the flower.
Clouds come floating into my life,
no longer to carry rain or usher storm,
but to add colour to my sunset sky.
Death is not extinguishing the light;
it is only putting out the lamp
because the dawn has come.
Do not say, 'It is morning,'
and dismiss it with a name of yesterday.
See it for the first time
as a newborn child that has no name.
Don't limit a child to your own learning,
for he was born in another time.
Emancipation from the bondage of the soil
is no freedom for the tree.
Every child comes with the message
that God is not yet discouraged of man.
Every difficulty slurred over
will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on.
Everything comes to us that belongs to us
if we create the capacity to receive it.
Faith is the bird that feels the light
when the dawn is still dark.
From the solemn gloom of the temple
children run out to sit in the dust,
God watches them play and forgets the priest.
I have become my own version of an optimist.
If I can't make it through one door,
I'll go through another door - or I'll make a door.
Something terrific will come
no matter how dark the present.
- Rabindranath Tagore, posted to The_Now2
The moon has come back out,
the other moon, that was never above us,
or seen in dreams, the moon that brings fire
and pours wine, the host that cooks us
Our eyes look at the prepared sight
and say, Well done. Bravo!
Then we remember the ocean
and leap out of our personalities into that.
Try to find us!
The sun goes down,
with a line of clouds running to catch up.
- Rumi, Ghazal 310. version by Coleman Barks from These Branching Moments, posted to Sunlight