Saturday, January 10, 2015

Eckhart Tolle - Enter the Now

"The moment you enter the Now with your attention,
you realize that life is sacred.
There is a sacredness to everything you perceive
when you are present.
The more you live in the Now,
the more you sense the simple yet profound joy
of Being and the sacredness of all life.

Most people confuse the Now
with what happens in the Now,
but that's not what it is.
The Now is deeper than what happens in it.
It is the space in which it happens."

--Eckhart Tolle--
[from] Stillness Speaks, Chapter 4 

Friday, January 9, 2015

Rumi - Original food

Man’s original food is the Light of God:
animal food is improper for him;
But, in consequence of disease,
his mind has fallen into this (delusion),
that day and night
he should eat of water and clay (III, 1083-84).
O how long shall we,
like children in the earthly sphere
Fill our lap with dust and stones and shards?
Let us give up the earth and fly heavenwards,
Let us flee from childhood to the banquet of men.
Behold how the earthly frame has entrapped thee!
Rend the sack and raise thy head clear (Diwān, p. 119).
 Give up this (belief in phenomena).
Loves (felt) for what is endued with form
have not as their object the form or the lady’s face.…
The sunbeam shone on the wall:
the wall received a borrowed splendor.
Why set your heart on a piece of turf, O simple man?
Seek out the source which shines perpetually (II, 702, 708-9).
You are an idol-worshipper
when you remain in (bondage to) forms:
leave its (the idol’s) form and look at the reality (I,2893).

The Sufi Doctrine of Rumi: Illustrated

William C. Chittick

PDF  download  Here

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Rumi - O Lovers

O lovers! O lovers!
I have lost my cup!

I have tasted the wine that does not fit into cups.
I am drunk with the wine of Love , inform the prosecutor

I have brought him and you some of that wine to taste!
I have brought him and you some of that wine to taste!

O king of the truthful!
have you ever seen and impostor like me?

With your lively servants I am alive,
With the dead ones I am dead!

With heart-ravishing beauties, beauties,
I am in bloom like a flower bush

With cold-hearted deniers
I am dispassionate like the autumn".

"You that give new life to this planet,
you that transcend logic, come.

I am only an arrow.
Fill your bow with me and let fly.

Because of this love for you,
my bowl has fallen from the roof.
Put down a ladder and collect the pieces.

People ask, Which roof is your roof?
I answer, Wherever the soul came from
and wherever it goes back to at night,
my roof is in that direction.

From wherever spring arrives
to heal the ground,
from wherever searching rises
in a human being.

The looking itself is a trace
of what we are looking for.

But we have been more like the man
who sat on his donkey
and asked the donkey where to go.

Be quiet now and wait.
It may be the ocean one,
the one we want so to move into and become,
it may be that one wants us out here
on land a little longer
going our sundry roads to the shore.

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Alan Jacobs - The Royal Game

On chequered squares of space and time,
Dark shadows dance their game of mime;
To slay the Self is their cryptic aim;
By sleights of mind, to heights they climb.

There sits their Chief, Black’s his name,
A proud ego is his claim to fame,
A cosmic game he’s forced to play,
Helped by his dark deluding dame.

False bishops at his feet do pray,
Marauding knights have feet of clay,
A pride of puppet pawns at rest,
His army’s poised in gaunt array.

The Lord of Light is truly blest,
The White Goddess for his Queen, no less:
With castled Sages on each side,
He waits to joust this celestial jest.

His soldiers, stately stallions ride,
Maintaining righteous order wide.
In silence, pawns withdraw and meditate,
Freed from the dream of seek and hide.

That Self wants Ego checked to mate,
The rascal fights to thwart his fate,
And kill his foe himself instead:
We’ll watch a battle taught and great.

By laws of Nature the rules are led,
The end’s perceived, pure consciousness ahead.
To wage this war in awesome glory
‘Till Black resigns; thank God, he’s dead.

After ages, growing grey and hoary,
Both lie boxed, the game was gory.
When ‘WHO’ created this sport is ready,
A new game begins again; another story!

 Apocalypse by vasnetsov

Ramana Maharshi - Absolute Consciousness

The Absolute Consciousness
Is our Real Nature.
Your duty is to be,
And not to be this or that.
There are no stages in Realization,
Or degrees of Liberation.
There are no levels of Reality;
There are only levels of experience
For the individual.
If anything can be gained
That was not present before,
It can also be lost,
Whereas the Absolute is eternal,
Here and now.
It is not a matter of becoming,
But of Being.
Remain aware of yourself
And all else will be known.
The ultimate truth is so simple;
It is nothing more than being in one‟s
Natural, original state.
There is no greater mystery than this:
Being Reality ourselves,
We seek to gain reality.
It is false to speak of Realization;
What is there to realize?
The real is ever as it is.
All that is required is
To cease regarding as real
That which is unreal.
That is all we need
To attain wisdom (jnana).

art  Jane Adams

Iraqi - Time and Eternity

The world but seems to be,
Yet it is only a blending of light and shade.
Discern the meaning of this dream;
Discriminate between time and Eternity.
All is nothing, nothing.
All is He, all is He.

Upanishads - By whom shall the Knower be known?

As long as there is duality,
one sees "the other,"
one hears "the other,"
one smells "the other,"
one speaks to "the other,"
one thinks of "the other,"
one knows "the other";

but when for the illumined soul
the all is dissolved in the Self,
who is there to be seen by whom,
who is there to be smelled by whom,
who is there to be heard by whom,
who is there to be spoken to by whom,
who is there to be thought of by whom,
who is there to be known by whom?

Ah, Maitreyi, my beloved,
the Intelligence which reveals all--
by what shall it be revealed?
By whom shall the Knower be known?
The Self is described as "not this, not that" (neti, neti).
It is incomprehensible, for it cannot be comprehended;
undecaying, for it never decays;
unattached, for it never attaches itself;
unbound, for it is never bound.

By whom, O my beloved, shall the Knower be known?

The Upanishads PDF

Ramprasad - Mother Kali

Who in this world
can understand what
Mother Kali really is?
The six systems of philosophy
remain powerless to describe Her.
She is the inmost awareness
of the sage who realizes
that Consciousness alone exists.
She is the life blossoming within
the creatures of the universe.
Both macrocosm and microcosm
are lost within Mother’s Womb.
Now can you sense
how indescribable She is?

The yogi meditates upon Her
in the six subtle nerve centres
as She sports with delight
through the lotus wilderness
of the pristine human body,
playing with Her Consort,
Shiva, the Great Swan.

When anyone attempts to know Her,
the singer of this song laughs.
Can you swim across
a shore less ocean?
Yet the child in me still
reaches out to touch the moon.

 from Great Swan: Meetings with Ramakrishna,
Ed: Lex Hixon

  Ramprasad Sen – (1718 – 1745) Ramprasad was a Bhakti poet of eighteenth century Bengal. His devotional poems, known as Ramprasadi, are usually addressed to Mother Kali. The poems of Ramprasad were popularised by Sri Ramakrishna.

source Poet Seers

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Mooji - Christ Consciousness

Arthur Symons - Flame of living love

O flame of living love,
That Dost eternally
Pierce through my soul with so consuming heat,
Since there's no help above,
Make thou an end of me,
And break the bond of this encounter sweet.
O burn that burns to heal!
O more than pleasant wound!
And O soft hand,
O touch most delicate,
That Dost new life reveal,
That Dost in grace abound,
And, slaying,
Dost from death to life translate!
O lamps of fire that shined
With so intense a light,
That those deep caverns where the senses live,
Which were obscure and blind,
Now with strange glories bright,
Both heat and light to his beloved give!
With how benign intent
Rememberest thou my breast,
Where thou alone abidest secretly;
And in thy sweet ascent,
With glory and good possessed,
How delicately thou teachest love to me!

Monday, January 5, 2015

1 Corinthians 13 -The greatest of these...

Though I speak with the tongues of angels, If I have not love... My words would resound with but a tinkling cymbal.

And though I have the gift of prophesy... And understand all mysteries... and all knowledge...

And though I have all faith So that I could remove mountains, If I have not love... I am nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind; Love tolerates all things, Aspires to all things.
Love never dies.
While the prophecies shall be done away,
tongues shall be silenced,
knowledge shall fade...
thus then shall linger only
faith, hope, and love...
but the greatest of these...
is love.