Saturday, December 10, 2016

Unmani - Freedom With..., Not Freedom From...



On the spiritual path we tend to be waiting or hoping for a time when we will be free from all pain and suffering, or any unpleasant and unwanted experiences. We might have picked up ideas about how it should be or how you should feel, when you are 'awakened', or 'free'. We take any uncomfortable sensations as 'proof' that I haven't got it yet, and hope for a 'one day' when it will all be cleaned up, and be perfectly peaceful, without any human disturbances. And even if your hopes and dreams are not that extreme, there can still be the idea that there is something, however small, still missing, based on the ever-critically high standards of thought. There can be the belief that I will only be truly free, when I am free from my whole list of 'faults'. This is what leads us to spend so much time and energy, in trying to control, fix, heal, improve, become, and more. We are so busy with this endless effort to clean it all up, that we overlook the simple fact that in putting so much effort into a future dream, we are imprisoning ourselves even more.
Real Freedom does not need it all to be cleaned up. The Freedom that you are, is the freedom that includes it all just as it is. It is the freedom to be a mess. It is the freedom to be human. It is not dependent on everything being cleaned up, or there being no human conditioning, emotions, thoughts or sensations.  Real freedom is not dependent on a particular experience or state, in order to be free.
This means that there is nothing to wait for or hope for in the future. There is no 'one day' when you will be free. There is no mummy or daddy out there that will grace you with the gift of freedom in reward for your efforts. Freedom is here right now. Truly acknowledging that, can seem frightening because it means letting go of your need to be free. Letting go of your identity of someone who is working hard to be free. Losing your hopes and dreams, and coming back down to earth.
This is the Freedom with, whatever is here right now. Freedom with the highs and the lows. Freedom with all the seeming prisons. Even if it feels uncomfortable. Even if it doesn't fit your ideas about how it should be. Even if it doesn't feel free. Freedom includes it all, and is not disturbed by anything that happens. No matter what happens, this is never proof that you are not free. The thinking can never understand this kind of freedom. It doesn't make sense. It is too free to make sense.


 

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Mansur Hallaj - Anal Haq



Separation is for the realization.
Realization to the true way of love.
The love that wants nothing,
The love that needs none,
Not even the beloved.
Because in such a state of reality
lover and beloved is not two,
Separate? Never!
but two becomes one.
Together, ever!
Behold! that is the secret of sufi
Mansur al Hallaj's saying,
'Anal Haq',
Lo! A true lover in total submission and annihilation.
Merged in Divine Love of the ultimate Beloved


crucifixtion of Hallaj

 
 

Aisha Salem - The Invitation



When You Come to Me

Come to Me Wild,
Driven by your Passion
for Truth more Naked than Naked,
Love Purer than Pure,
Being Supreme,
Willing Extreme
No Denial, No Trial…
Just Surrender, Meet Me Here.

Come Sincere,
Attachment will Hinder,
Yet You not are freed,
Reality Streaming
or lost in Dreaming?
No story needs Told,
For Love to unfold,
Pretending always Amiss,
Sincerity Serene
Love Extreme
Let Go to Reality Supreme.

Come Bearing Gifts,
The Gift of Your Soul,
Your Heart in your Hand,
The Drift of your Goal,
Your Honesty, Thrill,
Your Backbone and Kill…

Come Naked, Come Free
Expectations Will Slow Us,
Compromise Throw Us,
Soaring the Skies,
Diving The Earth,
Meeting in Truth,
Reality Birth…

Sunday, December 4, 2016

John Astin - Two poems



 The Innkeeper

Everything is
welcomed here.
The innkeeper
refuses no visitors
but beckons
all to enter -
every thought,
every sensation,
everything
that appears
and then disappears
all are invited
to the dance,
this endless play
of emptiness
loving form,
and wave
loving sea.
   
           
Is It True?

Is it true?
Are you really lost,
caught up in the currents
of the thinking mind?

Or can you feel
the cool splash of water
and wind upon your face
as the river rushes by?

Is it true?
Are you really lost,
stumbling along
in some dark forest
of worry or fear?

Or is something here,
something that knows
just how black the night
really is?

Is it true?
Are you really lost,
wandering the shore
in some hazy fog
of forgetfulness?
Or have you always
been here
drinking in the fresh sea air
and marvelling at the wonder
of the grey night?



Saturday, December 3, 2016

James Eaton - The Fool



“The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.” William Shakespeare, As You Like It
 

Why is it that Chinese Emperors, Egyptian Pharaohs and English Kings and Queens reputedly consulted with fools and court jesters? Because the fool is unburdened by the expectations and conventions of society, is unconstrained by the shoulds and shouldn’ts, the need to keep up appearances, is entirely free to cut through our man-made-up concepts and beliefs to expose the unmodified truth.

So what if we are the fool, what if we dare to step outside our mental framework of ideas and explore the sensual reality of the moment?

Through the eyes of the fool we discover that we have no eyes, that what we are is not an isolated person looking out at the world but rather this entire colourful image of life happening, that a computer keyboard is no less ourSelf than the fingers that dance across its keys, that the cry of a bird, the image of open sky, the sound of children playing, the taste of peppermint tea, the fizzing aliveness of sensations, the wonder of unbridled joy, the intense sorrow of grief, every experience experiencable is our infinitely creative Self shapeshifting into ever fresh, ingenious compositions.

It’s in this fool’s wisdom, which our thought-made version of reality regards as pure madness, that we discover the magical homecoming for which we’ve always longed.



Amma - Love



"Love is our true essence."


"You can only feel love by expressing it."


"The more you give, the more your heart is filled. Love is a never ending stream."


“Real love is the complete absence of any negative feelings towards anyone.”


"Be like the honeybee who gathers only nectar wherever it goes. Seek the goodness that is found in everyone."


"When love overflows and is expressed through every word & deed, we call it compassion. That is the goal of religion."


“Love is the only medicine that can heal the wounds of the world.”


"If we have love and compassion in our hearts, then we will wholeheartedly serve those who suffer from lack of food, clothing and shelter.”


"May your thoughts, words and actions arise from love.”


“Love one another without any expectations. Then,there is no need to go anywhere in search of heaven.”



Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Khwaja Abdullah Ansari - I Came



From the un-manifest I came,
And pitched my tent, in the Forest of Material existence.
I passed through mineral and vegetable kingdoms,
Then my mental equipment carried me into the animal kingdom;
Having reached there I crossed beyond it;
Then in the crystal clear shell of human heart
I nursed the drop of self in a Pearl,
And in association with good men
Wandered round the Prayer House,
And having experienced that, crossed beyond it;
Then I took the road that leads to Him,
And became a slave at His gate;
Then the duality disappeared
And I became absorbed in Him.



 Sheikh Khwaja Abdullah Ansari, Sheikh Ansari Jabir ibn 'Abdullah al-Ansari, also known as Ansari of Herat, was born in Herat, in western Afghanistan.

Some of Sheikh Ansari's works include Kashf al-Asrar "Unveiling of the Secrets" (Commentary of the Qur'an), Tabaquat al-Sufiyya (The Generations of the Sufis),� "Munajat" (Intimate Invocations) which is incorporated into the Kashf al-Asrar and in the Tabaqat.��

Khwaja Abdullah Ansari died in Herat the year 1088, and his burial place in Herat is still a place of pilgrimage for thousands of Sufis and the faithful every year. 


Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee - Longing


"..Longing is the feminine side of love—the cup waiting to be filled. Love has a masculine side, “I love you,” and a feminine side, “I am
Longing is the feminine side of love—the cup waiting to be filled. Love has a masculine side, “I love you,” and a feminine side, “I am waiting for you. I need you.” Sadly our culture has forgotten this doorway of devotion, and the lover is often left stranded, not ever knowing the real nature and purpose of the longing that tugs at the heart. It is easy to think that this discontent of the soul is a psychological problem or the result of an unhappy relationship. But the Sufi knows this pain is the sweetness of love’s poison, and is often the most direct way Home, as it bypasses the mind and all of its distractions and arguments. It is a call direct to the heart."


From: Within the Heart of Hearts: A Story of Mystical Love
Chapter: Longing 


 

Jiddu Krishnamurti - The book of life