Sunday, April 30, 2017

Irving Karchmar - Dust to Dust

No grave for me, no cold ground,
buried for eternity

Burn me, burn me, burn me
with Your love

Until I am ashes and ground bones
dust to dust for my Beloved

Throw me to the winds of heaven
Cast me on the green-blue sea

Bury me in the flower beds
and the roots of trees

In the gardens of springtime
beside the Old Windmill

Scatter me on that path
where the Sufis dwell

So that I may be at last
dust beneath the Master’s feet


Pir Elias Amidon ~ This

Closer than words that form in my mind,
closer than tongue that says them,
closer than now where everything happens,
you, my beloved, are this.

I call you gracious but that is a word,
I call you God but that’s an idea,
I call you you but that is a fiction,
you, my beloved, are this.

You blast supernovas and spin every atom
and blink every eye in the world,
you lift every wing and kiss every lover,
you, my beloved, are this.

I turn to myself and ask what I am,
I ask what feels what I feel,
you don’t say a word but tell me with light,
you, my beloved, are this.

Friday, April 28, 2017

Sheri Kling - The Beloved


My heart yearns for the Beloved

my body aches

to merge in union with the One

who sees my holiness.

If only my own eyes could see

what my Beloved sees of me.

If only my own ears could hear

what my Beloved hears of me.

If only my own mind could know

what my Beloved knows of me,

I would be healed.

If I, like Mary, let him

have his way with me,

I will conceive his Word

and birth divinity.

So ravish me, Beloved.

Satisfy my desire.

Enter every closed and darkened place

and pour your radiant Light,

your blazing Love

into every part of me.

Set me on fire,

so that all that is dross

is turned to ash.

And I am left




Thursday, April 27, 2017

Bulleh Shah - Bulleya to me, I am not known

Not a believer inside the mosque, am I
Nor a pagan disciple of false rites
Not the pure amongst the impure
Neither Moses, nor the Pharoh

Bulleya! to me, I am not known

Not in the holy Vedas, am I
Nor in opium, neither in wine
Not in the drunkard’s intoxicated craze
Neither awake, nor in a sleeping daze

Bulleya! to me, I am not known

In happiness nor in sorrow, am I
Neither clean, nor a filthy mire
Not from water, nor from earth
Neither fire, nor from air, is my birth

Bulleya! to me, I am not known

Not an Arab, nor Lahori
Neither Hindi, nor Nagauri
Hindu, Turk, nor Peshawari
Nor do I live in Nadaun

Bulleya! to me, I am not known

Secrets of religion, I have not known
From Adam and Eve, I am not born
I am not the name I assume
Not in stillness, nor on the move

Bulleya! to me, I am not known

I am the first, I am the last
None other, have I ever known
I am the wisest of them all
Bulleh! do I stand alone?

Bulleya! to me, I am not known


Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Hafiz - Join Me in the Pure Atmosphere

I slip in and out of the Sea at night with this
Amazed soul I have.
I am like a magnificent, magic ocean turtle
Who sets aside his vast wings of
Blue effulgence
When I crawl upon your shores
To leave my divine seed of verse.
Let me remain cryptic tonight
All the way till dawn
As I orbit God
In this holy, ecstatic mood.
Grab hold of the corners
Of my luminous, tender shell
And I will whirl for you,
For I am covered with eminent crystals
That I have gathered from the infinite depths
Of love.
Follow my tracks in the sand that lead
Beyond thought and space,
For I can see deep down
That you are really a golden bird
That needs to
With your spirit enraptured and ascending
On the currents of Light -
On the currents of His
Join me with your hands, wings, hoofs or fins
In my sublime applause.
Join me in the pure atmosphere of gratitude
For life.
I slip in and out of the Moon each night
With a gracious ease
With this brilliant heart I have.
The Beautiful Friend, the Exquisite One,
Sometimes steps from His Invisible Body
And walks upon our shore
So that we might see and know
His radiant Tender Shell-
His eminent crowns
That are the three worlds.
O grab hold of the hem of His skirt
As He spins this Universe on an emerald
Dance floor!
Cling to the Transcendent Elements in His glance
As the Beloved forever whirls
His Love.
Slips in and out of God at night
Tied to his own amazed

source Poet Seers


Monday, April 24, 2017

Pir Elias Amidon ~ Homage to the One

To this transparent light, clearness itself, omnipresent as space,
to This, the host of all that appears,
to This, the non-locatable, spontaneous here-and-now,
to This that is identical with the openness of all those who,
whether known or unknown, have recognized its simple presence;
to This, our vibrant home, never created
so never able to cease,
to this unseen light, the most familiar presence of now,
indistinguishable from the bones in our face
and the tongue in our mouth,
indistinguishable from our most intimate thoughts and feelings,
yet beyond all limitation,
to this infinite kindness that allows everything to appear,
we bow down.


Naomi Stone - This mystery...

 Since I became aware
of the great mystery of love
I see how the moving ways
of such a shape shifting catalyst
becomes an infusion
of energy
bringing the human form
to life
and how the light dances
through us
turning the universe
into an explosion of colors

My gaze
hovers gratefully on
the wonder of how it falls
into patterns like a kaleidoscope
in this turning world
shaping life into
never ending manifestations
of wonder..

As my awareness grows
it heightens my sense
of the process
of creating
and I feel
the Source
of the living Presence
within this beauty
streaming life
and breath to empower
our becoming..

The expanding revelation
ripens into
a feeling of belonging
as an offspring
of the creator
and the incredible
inclusiveness of evolving
from lover to Beloved
giving deeply to create
a world...somehow
a new spring opens
within us.

To try and explain such a miracle
is beyond our abilities
so we begin to live
into this mystery
of belonging
and opening to the truth
of great love as
our reason for being
as we perfectly
spiral into deep vibrations
of Joy
and the sacred
of why we are here.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Darryl Bailey - Dismantling the fantasy

 Once upon a time, a group of friends lay on a hillside
watching a cloud. They had become fascinated with
its appearance while walking in the country. It was a
marvellous cloud, massive and surging, one moment
appearing to be a house and the next a bevy of balloons.
In turn there were forests and cities, animals and people,
comings and goings, no end of activity.

As it so happened, an old man, a stranger, was wandering
close by. When the group of friends saw him, they cried
out in their excitement,
Old man, come join us!  Come
watch this cloud! 

After hurried introductions and the shifting of bodies, he
took his place within the group.

The afternoon passed pleasantly as the cloud continued
to surprise. There were soldiers at war and children at
play. There were creatures of the wild: birds, mammals,
and fish, as well as beasts of work and burden. There was
a mother and her child. There were the many scenes of
life: birth, death, sickness, youth and old age. There were
lovers and fighters, friends and enemies, the interaction
of groups, and single, poignant portraits.

Time wore on, the afternoon dwindled, and eventually
the old man stood to leave. He thanked his new friends
and made his goodbyes, but hesitated, looking at the

May I ask you a question?

Of course, they replied, in their various ways.

Were you at all concerned for those we saw this

Who? they asked.

The figures we saw in the cloud: the soldiers, the
animals, the children.

The friends looked at each other, perplexed.

One answered, Old man, there were no people, no animals;
there was only the cloud.

The others nodded in agreement.

How do you know that?

How do we know what?

How do you know there was only the cloud?

It’s obvious, anyone can see it.

See what?

There is only the cloud; it’s still there.

What about the forms we saw?

There were no forms; there is only the cloud and it has no
particular form.

How do you know that?

Just look, and you can see it.

What do you see?

There are no forms there.

How do you know that?

Because they’re always changing. No form is ever really
there; whatever form you think you see is always altering,
rearranging in some way.

How do you know that?

Just look! That’s all you have to do.

There were no soldiers, no animals, no children?

No. It may have seemed like that, but there was only the cloud.

There were no soldiers deciding to fight, no lovers
deciding to love?

How could those false appearances decide to do anything?
There is only the movement of the cloud.

So the cloud decides to move?

No. The cloud does not decide to move. It has no form. It
simply moves. That’s its nature.

How do you know that?

Have you ever seen a cloud that stopped changing? Every
aspect of it is shifting in some way. It doesn’t decide to do it;
it’s on automatic. The movement simply happens.

There were no people?
There was no birth and death?

Birth and death of what? There is only the cloud. It seems
like many forms coming and going, but it’s always only the
unformed cloud.

And no one is deciding to do anything?

No. The forms that appear to be there are not really there,
because each one is altering in some way and eventually
disappears. There is simply action or motion. The forms
are not the reality; they are false appearances. There is only
movement, a streaming that has no particular form.

But the lovers who moved closer together …?

There were no lovers, no soldiers, no animals. There is only
the cloud.

The old man pondered this slowly.

There were no forms there?
No decisions to act?
No birth and death?

That’s right! said the friends, thinking they had finally
gotten through to him.

But how do you know that for certain?

Just watch! The forms that you see are changing all the time.
They never stop. No particular form is ever really there. If
you had to describe a cloud, you wouldn’t say it looked like a
horse or a soldier. That wouldn’t give you a true sense of the
cloud. A cloud is constantly changing.

The appearance of form is not the reality. The altering is.
That’s the basic fact. There is no coming or going, no birth
or death, no decisions being made, no matter how much it
seems like that. There is only motion. Anyone can see that
if they watch it long enough.

The old man considered this carefully.

You’re absolutely certain?

Yes! We’re absolutely certain.

And you can tell all of this from seeing this constant
change, this motion, this dynamic?


The old man contemplated this.

May I ask another question?

The friends remained silent, waiting.

Are you actually people?

What are you talking about? Of course we’re people.

But you’re changing.


Everything you are – your bodies, thoughts, emotions,
interests, urges, desires, capacities, decisions, focuses,
ideas, activities – in fact, more than just you, all
things that you know of.

What about them?

They’re constantly changing.

Yes, sighed the members of the group, They’re changing.

Do you change them?

No, old man, they simply ...

The friends stood staring at him, their minds racing,
exploding to find some other response.

He gazed back at them.

They looked.

He looked.

For what seemed to be a very, very, long time.

Then he smiled, turned, and wandered away.


Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Khalil Gibran.- "Tell us of Pain."

“And a woman spoke, saying,
"Tell us of Pain."

And he said: Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break,
that its heart may stand in the sun,
so must you know pain.

And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;

And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.

And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,

And the cup he brings,
though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the
Potter has moistened with His own sacred Tears.”

The Prophet
- Khalil Gibran.

Jan Richardson - Blessing in the Chaos

Shimmers Within the Storm © Jan L. Richardson

 To all that is chaotic
in you,
let there come silence.

Let there be
a calming
of the clamoring,
a stilling
of the voices that
have laid their claim
on you,
that have made their
home in you,

that go with you
even to the
holy places
but will not
let you rest,
will not let you
hear your life
with wholeness
or feel the grace
that fashioned you.

Let what distracts you
Let what divides you
Let there come an end
to what diminishes
and demeans,
and let depart
all that keeps you
in its cage.

Let there be
an opening
into the quiet
that lies beneath
the chaos,
where you find
the peace
you did not think
and see what shimmers
within the storm.

source text Here

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Dzogchen - Freeing your thoughts

You want to know what is meant when you see the phrase “thought-free”.

If you concern yourself with whether you are thought-free or not thought-free, would it be possible to be “thought free”, in that circumstance?

As the Dzochen Rinpoche Tulku Orgyen has commented:

“Checking, ‘Is there a thought now; or (am I) free of thought?’— isn’t that just another thought?”
These teachers speak of a “natural” mind. During your day, all sorts of thoughts come and go, spontaneously arising and dissolving, like surf washing up on a beach. Isn’t this what is natural to all of us?

Tulku Rinpoche has said, “ it is not beneficial to continuously pursue a special, thought-free mental state. Rather, simply allow yourself to be in naturalness, free of any fabrication”; that is, conceiving of, and attempting to engineer, some special state of mind or condition for thought. “Thought-free means free of conceptual thinking,” he states.

Tulku’s eldest son, Chokyi Nyima also speaks of the dualistic distinction between “thought” as compared to “thought-free”.

“What is to be practiced has nothing to do with thoughts and conceptual mind…The main practice is to simply rest vividly awake in this nondual awareness. Relax loosely, and remain naturally. Totally relax and do not check or question; remain totally free from accepting or rejecting—that is the conducive situation for meeting the natural face of awareness. Apart from this, you don’t need anything else to meditate upon.

“Whenever something is denied, something is affirmed at the same time. Whenever something is rejected, another thing is automatically accepted. This dualism is the very nature of conceptual judgment.

“When not involved in any kind of conceptual judging, that itself is innate suchness, thought-free wakefulness, and genuine ordinary mind.”

He has further stated:

“When leaving this fresh ordinary mind as it is, without correcting or modifying it, without altering it in any way, without accepting and rejecting, there is no fixating on anything.
“In the guidance manuals for meditation, it is often phrased like this: do not alter your present fresh wakefulness. Do not rearrange even as much as a hair tip. Just leave it exactly as it is. This is very profound, and there is a lot to understand here…

In the present moment, do not correct,
Do not modify,
Do not accept or reject.
Don’t try to rearrange your present wakefulness.
Instead, leave it as it naturally is
Without any attempt to alter it in any way.
That is called sustaining your natural face.”

Another son of Tulku Rinpoche, Yongey Mingyur Rinpoche, speaks in detail about the innate naturalness of the mind free of such dualistic concepts as thought versus no thought:
“Like many of the people I now meet on teaching tours, I thought that natural mind had to be something else, something different from, or better than, what I was already experiencing. Like most people, I brought so much judgment to my experience. I believed that thoughts of anger, fear, and so on (that came and went throughout the day) were bad or counterproductive—or at the very least inconsistent with natural peace! The teachings of the Buddha—and the lesson inherent in this exercise in non-meditation—is that if we allow ourselves to relax and take a mental step back, we can begin to recognize that all these different thoughts are simply coming and going within the context of an unlimited mind, which, like space, remains fundamentally unperturbed by whatever occurs within it.

“All you have to do is rest your mind in its natural openness. No special focus, no special effort, is required. And if for some reason you cannot rest your mind, you can simply observe whatever thoughts, feelings, or sensations come up (hang out for a couple of seconds and then dissolve) and acknowledge, ‘Oh, that’s what’s going on in my mind right now.’ Wherever you are, whatever you do, it’s essential to acknowledge your experience as something ordinary, the natural expression of your true mind. If you don’t try to stop whatever is going on in your mind, but merely observe it, eventually you’ll begin to feel a tremendous sense of relaxation, a vast sense of openness within your mind—which is in fact your natural mind, the natur
al unperturbed background against which various thoughts come and go.”Freeing your thoughts


Sunday, April 16, 2017

Eloratea - Silent Benediction

It came unexpectedly.
Descending from the unseen regions,
above the highest mountain tops,
behind the distant and cold realms of immense, white glaciers,
from the hidden abode of the Light of the world,
as in just one spread of invisible, mighty wings;

And It came down silently.

And silence came upon the whole field,
gentle, but profound, even substantially perceptible in its insubstantiality.
Firstly touching, than embracing and uplifting everything in its strong hold;
Standing in itself without any support,
extending without limits, in all directions and dimensions.   
And peace and serenity suffused the field,
releasing like fragrance, feeling of timeless freedom and great joy.
And everything was coming out of that silence,
returning back to it;
As one seamless, dynamic landscape,
unfolding from one eternal fountain,
as one weightless filed of life,
one unobstructed and ceaseless refraction of Light.


Lee van laer - Until we die of gratitude

I am not sure
But I think I will come to that last place
Shrouded, covered in the habit
Of monks and nuns, head bowed down
In awe before a majesty of substance;

The chemistry of breathing
Back to infancy, and life
Re-weaving threads until they form
A different pattern than the one
I thought I knew so well.

The stars will fade, then grow again
Into a greater light that loves—
Loves so much I cannot be
With it, yet also cannot leave—
And we will come together

Over the earth, the heavens, traveling
At such great speed that even
The soul itself cannot keep up,
No longer needed
In the final rush to God.

As I know the molecules
Of Being are one substance
With the Father, from whom
All things are made,
I'll know it even better then;

Give thanks for small things,
Which penetrate us
Blessing after blessing,
Until we die of gratitude.
So it begins.

—Lee van laer
Senior editor Parabola magazine

Friday, April 14, 2017

Jean Klein - In communion with the whole

 To be human is to be related. As a human being we live
in relation with the elements, the sun, moon, the stones
in the earth and all living beings. But what does ‘to be
related’, ‘to live in relation with’ mean? Generally, when
we use the word we mean a link of some kind between
individual entities, object to object, or subject to object.
The word relationship here presupposes separateness,
the joining together of fractions. This fractional view of
relatedness is purely conceptual. It is a figment of the
mind and has nothing to do with pure perception, reality,
with what actually is.
When we live free from all ideas and projections,
we come into real contact with our surroundings. Practically
speaking, therefore, before we can be related to our
environment we must first know how to be related to
that most near to us, body, senses and mind. The only
hindrance to the clear perception of our natural state is
the forceful idea of being a separate individual, living in
a world with other separate beings. We have an image of
This image can be maintained only in relation to
things and thus it makes objects of our surroundings,
friends, children, spouse, intelligence, bank account,
etc., and enters into what it calls a personal relationship
with these projections. The fanciful idea of a self is a
contraction, a limitation of wholeness, real being. When
this notion dies we find our natural expansion, stillness,
globality without periphery or centre, outside or inside.
Without the notion of an individual there is no sensation
of separateness and we feel a oneness with all things.
We feel the surroundings as occurrences in unrestricted
wholeness. When our lover or children leave home or
our bank account drops, it is an event in us. Awareness
remains constant.
All phenomena, all existence is an expression within
globality and the varieties of expression only have meaning
and relationship in light of the whole. To be related
is to be related within the whole. Since there is no meeting
of fractions, in the whole there is no other. Strictly
speaking, therefore, in perfect relation there is no relationship,
no duality; there is only globality. All perception
points directly to our primal being, to stillness,
the natural non-state which is common to all existence.
Thus, in the human expression, to be related is to be
in communion with the whole. In this communion the
so-called other’s presence is felt as a spontaneous giving
and our own presence is a spontaneous receiving. There
is no longer a feeling of lack and consequently a need
to demand, because simply receiving brings us to our
openness. When we live in openness the first impulse is
offering. Being in openness and the spontaneous movement
of offering is love. Love is meditation. It is a new
dimension in living.


Tuesday, April 11, 2017

J. Krishnamurti - I have no name

I have no name,
I am as the fresh breeze of the mountains.
I have no shelter;
I am as the wandering waters.
I have no sanctuary, like the dark gods;
Nor am I in the shadow of deep temples.
I have no sacred books;
Nor am I well-seasoned in tradition.
I am not in the incense
Mounting on the high altars,
Nor in the pomp of ceremonies.
I am neither in the graven image,
Nor in the rich chant of a melodious voice.
I am not bound by theories,
Nor corrupted by beliefs.
I am not held in the bondage of religions,
Nor in the pious agony of their priests.
I am not entrapped by philosophies,
Nor held in the power of their sects.
I am neither low nor high,
I am the worshipper and the worshipped.
I am free.
My song is the song of the river
Calling for the open seas,
Wandering, wandering,
I am Life.
I have no name,
I am as the fresh breeze of the mountains.


Hafiz (Daniel Ladinsky) - A Crystal Rim

Lifts its glass to the sun
And light — light
Is poured.

A bird
Comes and sits on a crystal rim
And from my forest cave I
Hear singing.

So I run to the edge of existence
And join my soul in love.

I lift my heart to God
And grace is poured.

An emerald bird rises from inside me
And now sits
Upon the Beloved’s

I have left that dark cave forever.
My body has blended with His.

I lay my wing
As a bridge to you

So that you can join us

with Daniel Ladinsky

David Carse - Perfect Brilliant Stillness

And so
there is only One
all else is illusion
construction in mind
there is nothing happening here
there is only
One Being Awareness

stillness silence perfection
and in the stillness
a breathing perhaps
as if
there is only One

and all this is that breathing
all this is That
we are That
we are that One
yet not –

not even we are One
because there is no we
only One
nothing happening here
despite what it seems
nothing matters

the One breathing
is an Outpouring of
pure blazing compassion
love forgiveness beauty gift

and I find that I am not
who I thought I was
what I have called ‘myself’
is nothing – is an idea is
an accretion of memories
attributes patterns thoughts
inheritances habits ideas
which I can look at and say

not I
I am not this
as myself I simply
am not
no self no me has ever existed –

there is nothing happening
nobody here
there is only One
That is what I – is

I Am That
And That is All
and That is the Brilliance
which all this is –
life death love anguish
compassion understanding healing

the Brilliance within
where the Heart opens and there is
no self no one
only aching beauty
and overwhelming gratitude



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Monday, April 10, 2017

Fred LaMotte - 'you Are the path...'

 "Be a wanderer." ~Jesus, Gnostic Gospel of Thomas

Ten thousand ardent pilgrims
follow the temple way.
But I wander off-trail.
Getting lost is my journey.
I don't seem to arrive
anywhere but here.
I am like mist in a forest.
Tell me when you get there, friend:
Is anything more lovely than a pear blossom
falling on a stream that weaves
among mossy boulders, liquid
mirror mirroring the liquid soul
and whispering,
'you Are the path...'


Sunday, April 9, 2017

Bab'Aziz - The Prince That Contemplated His Soul


But where is this gathering?

- I don’t know, my little angel.

But do the others know?

- No, they don’t know either.

How can you go to a gathering without knowing where it is?

- It suffices to walk, just walk. Those who are invited will find the way.

~Bab ‘Aziz - - The Prince Who Contemplated His Soul

Sri Anandamayi Ma - Longing for the Divine

The sense of separation between God and man has continued to exist at all times.
God is ever ready to receive man with open arms.
But man, entangled in the meshes of his karma is not aware
of God's presence within him and, as if blind, neither sees nor even seeks Him.
Yet, when the individual becomes engrossed in the search after the Divine,
that very pain of separation becomes the causeway leading to union and thereby the floodgates of Bliss are released.
The hope of union itself is even more delightful than union itself.
With increasing faith and devotion one exults ever more in this hope until one's yearning and supplications bring about fulfillment.
Have you ever observed how in the mountains birds are calling to each other from two different summits without any cessation?
They hear each other's call quite well but derive so much satisfaction out of this love play from a distance, that they never fly near each other.
Calling out to God gives itself relief from the temporary pangs of separation.
The sense of want and absence is very necessary indeed.
The strong impetus to struggle on, aroused by the anguish of being divorced from God,
can never be induced by the recognition that the search after Truth is man's duty, ever aware of your emptiness, try to fill it by intense aspiration.
The deeper you become absorbed in thoughts of Him, the more will your growing longing
for the Divine avert your interests from all other pursuits and bring about complete self-surrender.

Excerpt from small book 

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Master Hsu Yun - The poise of a dying man

Beyond meditation practice, there is attitude.
 A beginner must learn to cultivate what is called
‘the poise of a dying man.’ What is this poise?
It is the poise of knowing what is important and what is not,
 and of being accepting and forgiving.

Anyone who has ever been at the bedside of a dying man will understand this poise.
What would the dying man do if someone were to insult him? Nothing.
What would the dying man do if someone were to strike him? Nothing.
As he lay there, would he scheme to become famous or wealthy? No.
If someone who had once offended him were to ask him for his forgiveness would he not give it?
Of course he would.

A dying man knows the pointlessness of enmity.
Hatred is always such a wretched feeling.
Who wishes to die feeling hatred in his heart? No one.
The dying seek love and peace.

The Autobiography of the Chinese Zen Master

Ella May Brown - The Room-less Kingdom

Fear dies to love,
it fades to an unknowing that love is made new in every place
the beloved whispers in all forms
like light in the darkest room
Though it seems time moves to something
there is only ever this,
as though the answer is never given or any question asked.
A fire burns always
it never dies
its the beloved
warming every cell
Clouds rush to it
from nowhere
they change it seems
but the dark vast sky it moves in always remains
Peace comes to no one,
peace laughs to see the search
through pages looking for a book
But the door is not open
for there is no door to the room-less kingdom.

Jiddu Krishnamurti - The book of life