Saturday, July 6, 2019

Badshah Khan - Your dear heart

 Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 84

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Listen politely to your dear heart,
Its Speaking to you’
Its uttering the language of eternal love.

Heed to your dear heart,
Its a boundless wealth of righteous,
Your heart, habitually recite the sacred words.

The sacred words of your divine creator
Keenly listen to your dear heart’
Without any scholarly literatures.

Properly referring to you,
The poetic language of eternal love,
Listen willingly to your dear heart.

Divinely revealing your eternal truth,
Whom you unconditionally Follow,
Who you Call Him as your beloved.

Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Thursday, July 4, 2019

Arthur Osborne - Be Still

 Thou art? — I am?
Why argue? — Being is.
Keep still and be.

Death will not still the mind.
Nor argument, nor hopes of after-death.
This world the battle-ground, yourself the foe
Yourself must master.

Eager the mind to seek.
Yet oft astray, causing its own distress
Then crying for relief, as though some God
Barred from it jealously the Bliss it sought
But would not face.

Till in the end,
All battles fought, all earthly loves abjured,
Dawn in the East, there is no other way
But to be still.

In stillness then to find
The giants all were windmills, all the strife
Self-made, unreal; even he that strove
A fancied being, as when that good knight
Woke from delirium and with a loud cry
Rendered his soul to God.

Mind, then, or soul?
Break free from subtle words.

Only be still,
Lay down the mind, submit, and Being then
Is Bliss, Bliss Consciousness: and That you are.

PDF - Be Still, It Is. The Wind. That Sings:

My Life and Quest-Arthur Osborne





Wednesday, July 3, 2019

Rashani - The feast of this moment (a song of gratitude)


"During the months of May and June, 2003, I offered 7 retreats, several
public satsangs and over 70 private sessions in New York City, at
Kripalu Yoga Center and in Sweden and Denmark. 

The following is a song I wrote for the many people who attended these
events. I was deeply moved by their willingness to be present with
whatever arose and to trust in the unknown."

            THE FEAST OF THIS MOMENT  (a song of gratitude)

            welcome to the feast, it’s just begun.
            it’s a celebration for everyone,
            a chance to meet the moon and sun within you.

            there’s space for every part of you,
            regardless of your point of view.
            come and share the old and new together.
            bring to the feast your tender child,
            bring to the feast the meek and mild,
            bring the jaguar and all your wildest creatures.
            bring the one who’s been abused,
            and the part of you which feels confused.
            bring the pride which has refused forgiveness.
            bring your beauty and strike the gong,
            enter the field beyond right and wrong,
            bring the ones who long to be received now.
            invite the one who’s so afraid,
            invite the child who never stayed,
            invite the part of you which played perfection.
            come to the feast, oh come and start
            to know the truth you kept apart,
            bring to the feast your total heart and being.
            bring the one who’s crying in pain,
            bring the dancer in the rain,
            bring the one who’s vain and sometimes selfish.
            bring the parts you left behind,
            bring the one who’s hard to find,
            bring the lonely and confined fixations.
            all are welcome here today.
            i long to hear what they each say.
            this feast of the moment may just last forever!
            invite the beast who has no name,
            who all these years you could not tame,
            in mercy’s presence, even shame will turn to gold.
            bring the nun & the monk you deified,
            and the lover’s heart you crucified.
            invite them gently, to abide together now.
            bring the betrayer and the betrayed,
            bring the wisdom you have not obeyed.
            yes, come to find Who made what can’t be broken. 

            this is a feast of day and night,
            where we receive the fragrance of light
            while leaving behind the plight of past and future.
            bring, yes, the one who wanted to die,
            whose heart is sepalled within the sigh.
            there’s space for every cry and song of creation.
            we’ve come to remember who we are,
            to marvel at the falling star
            that reminds us how far we’ve been from home.
            bring the child who wanted to hide,
            the one you lock so deep inside.
            even bring the voice which tried to silence you.
            bring the boy who played in the streams,
            whose only friends were deep in his dreams.
            invite him now to surf on beams of laughter.
            the sadness he carried all those years
            which turned his thoughts into so many fears
            are transforming now, into tears of understanding.
            bring the girl who was taught to believe
            that pain was the only gift she’d receive.
            deeper than pain, her Heart can perceive the truth
            she tried so hard to therapise
            and then she tried to analyse
            her purest being which has no guise or garments.
            invite the one who tried to transcend
            the haunting memories that would not end;
            who tried, but failed, to bend the spoon of childhood.
            bring the fear you tried to cage,
            the explosiveness that turned to rage.
            invite the tyrant who wants to wage each war.
            bring to the feast the exhausted mind
            which searched for years, hoping to find
            a way to change and leave behind all suffering.
            let us open now to this blessed day!
            and trust that there’s an effortless way
            to Be who we are while giving away our burdens.
            let’s close our eyes and open to grace,
            see, without seeing, our original face
            and know, deep within,our place  in this creation. 
            it’s a caravan of no despair!
            it doesn’t matter what you wear.
            you’ll see that love is everywhere around you!
            around, within, above, below,
            in the breath itself, it’s not fast or slow.
            kiss the earth and throw to God your sorrows.
            feel the butterflies in your womb,
            the cobra rising from the ancient tomb.
            we’re the tapestry on the heart-loom of existence.
            there’s something waiting deep  inside.
            a radiant aliveness unable to hide.
            it’s the  ever-abiding  current in our center.
            it’s "the pearl beyond price" deep within,
            it’s the essence of both yang and yin,
            what we are, have always been & will always be!
            it’s the golden light in the polarbear’s fur,
            the star that shines in every "him" and "her".
            it’s the gentle purr of the white siberian tiger.
            it’s the sea turtle eating what you thought was pain,
            the woman in the desert who you thought was insane,
            who turned out to be the sanest, wisest shaman.
            it’s the diamond he gave you from the other side,
            the forgiveness from your sister who long ago died,
            it’s the nectar of love residing in us all.
            purusha, buddha, quan yin, and tao,
            tatanka weanska, to you i bow...
            coming home, without knowing how i came here.
            "blissful sobriety" is one of its names,
            a pristine clarity that plays no games.
            it’s a quiet spark within the flames’ bright center.
            it’s a powerful force,
            an effortless current, ofcourse:
            an invitation to divorce the mind’s dilemmas.
            to dyhani ywahoo and ma ananda mayi,
            to every bodhisatva in their suit and tie,
            to the 5 year old child who asked, "Why do stars grow
            in spirals?"
            i bow to ramana and papaji too,
            gangaji, faisal, pema and norbu,
            to family, friends and lovers, who show me the
            pathless way.

Sunday, June 30, 2019

Rumi ♡ - "Wake up lovers"

"Wake up lovers, it is time to start the journey! We have seen enough of this world, it is time to see another.

These two gardens may be beautiful but let us pass beyond them and go to the Gardener.

Let us kiss the ground and flow like a river towards the ocean.

Let us go from the valley of tears to the wedding feast, let us bring the colors of blossoms to our pale faces.

Our hearts shiver like autumn leaves about to fall, in this world of dust there is no avoiding pain or feeling exiled.

Let us become like beautifully colored birds and fly to the sweet land of paradise.

Everything is painted with the brush of the Invisible One let us follow the hidden signs and find the Painter.

It is best to travel with companions on this perilous journey only love can lead the way.

We are like rain splashing on a roof let us find our way down the spout.

We are like an arched bow with the arrow in place let us become straight and release the arrow towards the target.

We have stayed at home scared like mice let us find our courage and join the lions.

Let us begin the journey home"


Clare Blanchflower - Saturated Silence / Be Taken

Saturated Silence

A mind that is looking
for something
will always find

An innocent,
open mind
will discover the emptiness
in which the mind and the ‘something’
is taking place

Let go of spiritual ambition
Surrender to grace
Discover you are already

Be Taken

You are known
by silence
Be still
Be taken
Grace is here
in the pause

Receive silence
as your guest
Open to the heart
of Being
Hold nothing back

Be still
Be taken
You are here
Silent radar
will find you
Presence will enter you
Be found
in the stillness
of Now
Stop seeking
Be found

Be taken
Be filled
with awe
Do not need to know
where you are
Not knowing
nourishes presence
Stillness knows
Be found
arms hold you