#4956 - Monday, June 24, 2013 -
Editor: Gloria Lee
To me you are your own God. But if you think
think to the end. If there be God,
then all is God's and all is for the
all that comes with a glad and thankful heart.
love all creatures. This too will take you to
via Along The Way
Everywhere transience is plunging into the depths of Being
It is our task to
imprint this temporary, perishable earth into ourselves so
deeply, so painfully and
passionately, that its essence can rise again,
invisibly, inside us. We are the bees
of the invisible. We wildly collect
the honey of the visible, to store it in the great
golden hive of the
Rainer Maria Rilke
writing to his Polish translator about
writing the "Duino Elegies"
O my Lord, the stars glitter
O my Lord,
the stars glitter
and the eyes of men are
Kings have locked their doors
and each lover is alone with his
Here, I am alone with you.
By Rabia al-Basri (Rabia al- Adawiyya)
(717 - 801)
English version by Charles Upton
Rabia, sometimes called Rabia of Basra or Rabia al Basri, was
born to a poor
family in Basra in what is now Iraq. Her parents died of
famine and she was sold
The story is told that her master one night woke up and saw a
light shining above
her head while she was praying. Stunned, he freed her
the next morning.
Rabia chose a solitary life of prayer, living much of her life
in desert seclusion.
Her fame as a holy woman spread and people began to journey to
her retreat, to
ask advice, to study, to learn.
Today she is greatly revered by devout Muslims and mystics
throughout the world.
A LOVE POEM FROM THAY
"The moment I die,
I will try to come back to you
quickly as possible.
I promise it will not take long.
Isn't it true
I am already with you
I come back to you
in every moment.
feel my presence.
If you want to
that I will cry with you.
The tears you
will heal us both.
Your tears are mine.
The earth I tread this morning
and Winter are both present in the moment.
The young leaf and the dead leaf
are really one.
My feet touch deathlessness,
and my feet are yours.
Walk with me now.
Let us enter the dimension of
and see the cherry tree blossom in Winter.
Why should we talk about death?
I don't need to die
back with you."
~Thich Nhat Hanh
via Daily Dharma by Amrita Nadi