Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Chuck Surface - Pathless Path



The Pathless Path

How can I not be a Sufi,
How could they turn me away,
When the Beloved walks the pathways,
In the Secret Garden of my Heart?

How can I not be a Hindu,
How could they turn me away,
When the Atman Shines Radiant,
In the locus of my Being?

How can I not be a Christian,
How could they turn me away,
When the Holy Spirit,
Comforts and Teaches with every breath?

How can I not be a Buddhist,
How could they turn me away,
When free of independent arising,
This Dream of Endless Causality flows?

Who would refuse this Drunken Vagabond,
Dancing at every temple,
Crying at every altar,
Beseeching every Lord…

Yet thankful in every breath,
For Grace already received…
And Benediction already given,
Before ever the World was born.

Wandering the Great Mystery…
Mindless, Intoxicated,
Along the Pathless Path,
Through which all Paths Wander.

How can I care,
Who embraces or shuns,
When All is Fulfilled,
All is Fulfilled…

All is Fulfilled.



 



Monday, October 3, 2016

Hafiz - The violin



When
The violin
Can forgive the past

It starts singing.

When the violin can stop worrying
About the future

You will become
Such a drunk laughing nuisance

That God
Will then lean down
And start combing you into 
His
Hair.

When the violin can forgive
Every wound caused by
Others

The heart starts
Singing.


 

Jiddu Krishnamurti - The book of life