Saturday, April 14, 2018

Jean Klein - The perfume of Silence

There is nothing to do. 
When you look deeply you will see that most “doing” is reaction.
Pure motiveless observation alone 
is empty of reaction for there is nobody to react.
Then every action is spontaneous from moment to moment.

[Long silence]

You must not come to any conclusions in this kind of meeting.
The speaking is more or less a pretext.

The real perfume is in the silence.


Friday, April 13, 2018

Prove Wu Hsin wrong

The Self wants to unfold Itself, reveal Itself.
If only you weren’t so busy with other matters,
such as the fruitlessness of seeking.
All ways that turn you to paths, goals,
and gradual future attainments are false.

Striving for a new and improved self
is an activity of the present self.

Seeking prevents you from finding the Always Already.
Prove Wu Hsin wrong.
With all your seeking,
has the sought-after been found?

Self-knowledge is like the sun’s burning away of fog.
It is a spontaneous explosion,
a spontaneity that cannot be manipulated into being.

Thursday, April 12, 2018

Rumi - You may dream dreams

With us, one needs to be a waking sleeper,
that in the state of wakefulness,
you may dream dreams.

The thought of created things
is an enemy to this sweet waking sleep;
until your thought is asleep, your throat is shut,
no mysteries can enter.

Mystical bewilderment must sweep thought away;
bewilderment devours thought
and recollection of anything other than Love .


Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Mary Oliver - “Mindful”

Every day
I see or hear
that more or less

kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle

In the haystack
of light.
It is what I was born for—
to look, to listen,

to lose myself
inside this soft world—
to instruct myself
over and over

in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant—
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,

the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help

but grow wise
with such teachings
as these—
the untrimmable light

of the world,
the ocean’s shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?


Byron Katie - Gratitude

“As the mind realizes itself it stops identifying with its own thoughts. This leaves a lot of open space. A mature mind can entertain any idea; it is never threatened by opposition or conflict because it knows that it can’t be hindered. When it has no position to defend or identity to protect, it can go anywhere. There’s never anything to lose because there’s no thing that exists in the first place. Laughter pours out of it and tears of gratitude from the experience of its own nature.

Everything appears to come into me. I watch and witness what comes out of me. I’m the center of everything. I hear opinions and concepts, and because there’s no I to identify as, I take it all in. When you realize that you’re no one, you’re comfortable with everyone, no matter how desperate or depraved they may seem. There’s no suffering I can’t enter, knowing that it’s already resolved, knowing that it’s always myself I’m meeting.

As we question what we believe we come to see that we’re not who we thought we were. The transformation comes out of the infinite polarity of mind which we’ve rarely experienced, because the I-know mind has been so much in control. And as we inquire, our world changes, because we’re working with the projector–mind–and not with what is projected. We lose our entire world, the world as we understood it. And each time we inquire, reality becomes kinder.

The part that is doing the questioning is the neutral part of the mind, the center, which can take one polarity of mind to the other. This neutral part offers the confused, stuck, I-know polarity the option to open itself to the polarity of mind that holds the sane, clear, loving answers that make sense to it. The neutral part doesn’t have a motive or desire, a should or a shouldn’t; it’s a bridge for this polarity to cross over. And as the I-know mind is educated, it dissolves into the polarity of wisdom. What’s left is absolutely sane, undivided, and free. Of course, all this is just a metaphor, since there is only one mind. The bottom line is that when the mind is closed, the heart is closed; when the mind is open, the heart is open. So if you want to open your heart, question your thinking.

Inquiry always leaves you with less of a story. Who would you be without your story? You never know until you inquire. There is no story that is you or that leads to you. Every story leads away from you. You are what exists before all stories. You are what remains when the story is understood.

Life on the other side of inquiry is so simple and obvious that it can’t be imagined beforehand. Everything is seen to be perfect, just the way it is. Hope and faith aren’t needed in this place. Earth turned out to be the heaven I was longing for. There’s such abundance here, now, always. There’s a table. There’s a floor. There’s a rug on the floor. There’s a window. There’s a sky. A sky! I could go on and on celebrating the world I live in. It would take a lifetime to describe this moment, this now, which doesn’t even exist except as my story. And isn’t it fine? The wonderful thing about knowing who you are is that you’re always in a state of grace, a state of gratitude for the abundance of the apparent world. I overflow with the splendor, the generosity of it all. And I didn’t do anything for it but notice.

The litmus test for self-realization is a constant state of gratitude. This gratitude is not something you can look for or find. It comes from another direction, and it takes you over completely. It’s so vast that it can’t be dimmed or overlaid. The short version would be “mind in love with itself.” It’s the total acceptance and consumption of itself reflected back at the same moment in the central place that is like fusion. When you live your life from that place of gratitude, you’ve come home."


Monday, April 9, 2018

Hafiz - Wild parties

 Light will someday split you open
Even if your life is now a cage,
For a divine seed, the crown of destiny,
Is hidden and sown on an ancient, fertile plain
You hold the title to.

Love will surely bust you wide open
Into an unfettered, blooming new galaxy
Even if your mind is now
A spoiled mule.
A life-giving radiance will come,
The Friend’s gratuity will come

O look again within yourself,
For I know you were once the elegant host
To all the marvels in creation.

From a sacred crevice in your body
A bow rises each night
And shoots your soul into God.

Behold the Beautiful Drunk Singing One
From the lunar vantage point of love.

He is conducting the affairs
Of the whole universe
While throwing wild parties
In a tree house – on a limb
In your heart.


Sunday, April 8, 2018

Rumi ♡ - O blind man


If your sweetness comes from sugar, then it is only temporary.
But if you turn into sugar through your fidelity to the Friend,
then your sweetness is as permanent as the Beloved.

The lover acquires his sustenance from Love,
but the intellect is lost and bewildered at the lovers’ game.
The petty intellect denies the existence of Love,
though it may pretend that it knows many secrets.
Though intellect is clever and knowledgeable,
it hasn’t annihilated itself in the Friend.

 Until the angel becomes nothing, it is no more than the devil.
Know that whoever is summoned by the Friend
becomes free from the business of this world.

The one who receives his job and sustenance from the Friend,
he is allowed at the Friend’s throne, becoming free from worldly business.

Those whose only mode of understanding is their intellect walk on a wooden leg.
It is foolish to embark on a long journey if your legs are made of wood.
A blind man’s guide is his cane, it helps him to avoid hidden obstacles.
Your reasoning and argumentations are no more than a cane,
but a cane is never a true substitute for the light of sight.

O blind one, your very cane is the instrument of war and hatred.
Come to your senses, smash your cane of reasoning into pieces.
Do not aspire to join the circle of the blind.

Bring a seeing man amongst yourselves to show you the path.
Grab the garment of the one who has given you the cane.
Beware of what happened to Adam who relied only on his cane.


Dr Javad Nurbakhsh - The Circle of Unity

As long as you are not bound to a Beloved
through loving-kindness
your soul will never experience the delight
of liberation.

Your notebook of knowledge
is but a toy of your imagination —
reading it in the beginning causes suffering,
in the end fatigue.

In truth, whatever you see other than love
is false.
You will never again hear Truth’s secret
this concisely.

Unconsciousness and humility,
lowliness and nothingness
are a few signs of the lover’s

In love’s battleground
the selfless rend
receives the rank of commander
from the Sultan of Beauty.

Cling to the circle of Divine Unity,
for this solid foundation
grants safety from faltering,
error and dispersion.

Aided by the heart, we climbed beyond
the limits of space and creation.
While seated here, we made many journeys
beyond the horizons.

We drank just a mouthful and
have remained drunk.
Since the day of the pre-eternal covenant,
our wine has been perpetually intoxicating.

O Nurbakhsh, I see you are undisturbed
by the flood of events;
though you may be a drop,
you are joined with the Ocean