Brian Thompson - I Am Undone

I am undone.

I no longer remain,
and yet, I Am.

All that remains,
is this beautiful nothingness of all that Is;
a suchness of being beyond any event, memory or experience,
a knowingness transcendent of any concept,
including the illusions of space, continuity and time.

I know only
this presence of knowing
that knows only itself;
an empty space of infinite silence,
that contains no thing, no purpose and no meaning,
but from which all things, purpose and meanings arise.

I am indistinguishable,
yet, in me all things are distinguished.

I am the seemingly aspect-less one.

In this presence that I Am,
where the appearance of me and you,
of this and that and everything in between
seems to unfold, all such ideas dissolve
into the invisible truth of
None.

I know only
this blissful plenitude of all-pervading peace,
into which the dream of the universe unfolds,
where consciousness has awoken
within the void of the Absolute,
and has blissfuly announced
awareness of itself as,
I Am.

 http://www.zenthinking.net/

Chuck Surface - WHY?

Why would I journey far, to Holy places,
When the Heart’s Desire is Fulfilled, Here?
If I craved more of Her, I would surely move,
But I cannot, Fullness having stilled my Soul.

When I journey to places of Holiness,
It is because The Beloved, Resting Here,
Lifts Herself from Her Sublime Repose,
Desiring to Dance in the company of Lovers.

Why would I read further to learn more,
Studying descriptions of the indescribable,
When the Alpha and Omega, wordlessly,
Teaches from the depths of my Heart?

I read because the mind, now a Drunken Fool,
Derives such sweet Intoxication and Joy,
From the Drops She Graciously allows to spill,
From the Cup of Incomprehensibility.

Why would I deem any place Dear or Holy,
When my Soul circles the Ka’ba of my Heart,
The Beloved Shining so Brightly, there,
That I am Blinded to Holy and unholy?

I deem a place Dear and Holy when,
Like a babe in The Mother’s Womb,
My Soul kicks in Joyful Recognition,
Of The Beautiful One, embodied there.

The Mother of Mercy has woven Herself,
Into the Fabric of my Heart, mind, and Soul,
So that turning within, in Remembrance of Her,
I find, at the end of my self and all things...

I Am.

This does not glorify the earthen vessel,
As the orthodox jurists would accuse,
But the Wine within, Poured by the Cup Bearer,
Seeping, through Grace, into the clay.

For the Soul of every being is in Essence, Divine,
And journeying from the far frontiers of Heaven,
All may Return, and enter, at last, the Heart,
Vanishing, in the Inner Sanctum of The Beloved.

For all these questions, only one answer...

Love.

www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
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Hakim Sanai - The path of Love

Think not the path of love
An easy way.
Here certain sense guide the Lover’s climb :
Its heights and depths defy
The plan of Matter.

Think not of this in careless terms
But bear in mind
Thy first station towards Love is nigh
When all is blotted out
But the Beloved

The Mystic’s way – all of the way
Is the path of the heart
To One Beloved
The quest of love –
With heart athrob.

The Master Sanai of Ghazna

Translated By Sirdar Ikbal Ali Shah

One of the very greatest of poets and mystics of the east, Hakim Sanai (1077 -1150) was acknowledged by the Master Rumi as his teacher. The Poem above ….. is one of the Master of Ghazna’s ligher works. Sanai is one of the Sufi poets who have been recognized as having influenced Dante, who lived more than a century and half later. Sanai’s Journey of the Worshipper is a masterwork in Persian, dealing with the  experiences of the mystic on the path to enlightenment. It is almost bewildering to those who have not followed this route, in its sublime allegories and very many dimensions. But the beauty of the words and rhythm give it a haunting, unique  quality for those who can  read the original.

 –  Taken from Idries Shah “Knowing how to Know”.

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Adyashanti - On the other side of self

 “You see, true selflessness is not a virtue in a conventional or even spiritual sense. Selflessness does not feel like being selfless or inspired or empty or vast or spiritual, although it can appear as any of these things in the same way that the weather can change from day to day. Selflessness is even beyond the experience of unity. It is the source of unity, of our experience of creation. It is also beyond God, or whatever name that we have replaced “God” with. In selflessness, the numinous ground isn’t a place we visit and experience from time to time. It is our being beyond being. It is to be that which you can never think of, conceive, or imagine—even, and especially when, selflessness becomes your living reality.

Selflessness is what everyone fears, even those who are intrigued by it. In a very real sense, you become (or it is revealed to be) that which everyone is afraid of—the abyss of infinity. There you can bring no preferences, no agendas, and no certainties. It is the end of your inner world. Perhaps that’s the best way to explain it.

Okay, now, do you still want it? And no, you cannot be assured of being of service, at least service as it is usually thought of. No certainties can come along for the ride. Everything must be surrendered, no exceptions. But before you scare yourself too much about it, consider how well this holding-on thing is working out for us human beings, and the world. Perhaps even our very best agendas pale in comparison to what possibilities await on the other side of self—possibilities that cannot even be imagined until you are there.

True selflessness is rare, in the extreme, and for a very good reason: because you have to be ready for it. You have to be ready and able to give that one last little bit, the bit that makes all the difference. The question is, what is that one last little bit for you?”

With Great Love, Adya

~ Adyashanti

A Revolution of Being

 https://www.adyashanti.org/

 

Thomas Merton - "no such thing"

Contemplation is not trance or ecstasy
not emotional fire and sweetness that come with religious exaltation
not enthusiasm, not the sense of being "seized" by an elemental force
and swept into liberation by mystical frenzy.
contemplation is no pain-killer.

In the end the contemplative suffers the anguish of realizing
that he no longer knows what God is;
this is a great gain,
because "God is not a what,"
not a "thing."

There is "no such thing" as God
because God is neither a "what" or a "thing"
but a pure "Who,"
the "Thou" before whom our inmost "I" springs
into awareness.

~ Thomas Merton
from New Seed of Contemplation

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