Saturday, December 5, 2020

Rumi ♡ I AM the Soul in All!




A mote I in the Sunshine, yet am the Sun's vast Ball;
I bid the Sun spread Sunlight, and make the Mote be small.
I am the Morning Splendour; I am the Evening Breeze;
I am the Leaf's soft Rustle; the Billow's Rise and Fall.
I am the Mast and Rudder, the Steersman and the Ship;
I am the Cliff out-jutting, the Reef of Coral Wall.
I am the Bird Ensnarer, the Bird and Net as well;
I am both Glass and Image; the Echo and the Call.
I am the Tree and Branches, and all the Birds thereon;
I am both Thought and Silence, Tongues' Speech, and Ocean Squall.
I am the Flute when piping, and Man's Soul breathing breath;
I am the sparkling Diamond, and Metals that enthrall.
I am the Grape enclustered, the Wine-press and the Must;
I am the Wine, Cup-bearer, and crystal Goblet tall.
I am the Flame and Butterfly, which round it circling flits;
I am the Rose and Nightingale, the Rose's Passioned Thrall.
I am the Cure and Doctor, Disease and Antidote;
I am the Sweet and Bitter, the Honey and the Gall.
I am the War and Warrior, the Victor and the Field;
I am the City peaceful, the Battle and the Brawl.
I am the Brick and Mortar, the Builder and the Plan,
I am the Base and Gable, new House and ruined Hall.
I am the Stag and Lion, the Lamb and black-maw'd Wolf;
I am the Keeper of them, who shuts them in one Stall.
I am the Chain of Beings, the Ring of circling Worlds;
The Stages of Creation, where'er it rise or fall.
I am what is and is not; I am—O Thou who know'st,
Jeláleddín, O tell it—I AM the Soul in All! 



Tuesday, December 1, 2020

Chelan Harkin - Inspired by Hafez

I asked Hafez
for inspiration
and he poured gasoline
all over my poetry
and set it on fire!
Then he spent the whole night
fanning its flame with his dancing!

To be honest, it's all starting to get
a little much.

He turned the stars into cymbals
and has spent night after night
making quite the golden racket
clanging them together.

When I groaned,
"Hafez, quiet down--I'm trying to sleep!"
He replied, "This cosmic applause for God
knows no cease!"

He’s unleashed muse after muse
they’re buzzing around my consciousness
like mosquitoes
there are so many
sometimes I have to swat one away
before it bites my heart.

Truly, in some moments
it all feels like quite the holy nuisance
but the real truth is
I never, never want this madness
to stop.










Monday, November 30, 2020

Patrul Rinpoche - The genuine view



 Practitioners, male and female, who wish to realize the genuine view without mistake
should allow the mind to rest with vivid clarity in an unaltered, empty state of mind.
When the mind is still, then settle into that stillness, without trying to alter it in any way.
When it is not thinking, settle directly into that non-thinking, without trying to alter it.
In short, do not alter the mind, but settle directly within whatever occurs.
Don’t try to adjust or improve or to block or cultivate anything.
Allow whatever occurs to unfold and settle into it directly.
Don’t draw the mind inwards.
And don’t search for any external focus for meditation.
Simply settle, without altering, in the very mind that seeks or thinks.
Don’t draw the mind inwards.
And don’t search for any external focus for meditation.
Simply settle, without altering, in the very mind that meditates.
You won’t find the mind by searching for it.
Mind has always been empty.
There is no need to search.
It is the very one who searches.
Simply settle, without distraction, directly into the searcher.



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Eric Baret - Tranquility for no reason

art Gun Legler



 You have observed more and more consciously
the mechanism which always makes you move towards something.
You can't do anything against it: just see it.
This vision - "I am always leaving the essence, the presence" -
creates a kind of crack.
In this crack, in spite of you, will creep moments of joy free of cause.
They will allow you to verify that the joy is not linked to the situation,
that it does not depend on anything.
You are going to integrate more the fact that you don't need anything in life, because it ends in the moment.
You don't have time to build a conscious life.
You can't become anything.
All the energy used to catch, become, find and be someone
will gradually come back to you.
More and more often you will experience
moments of tranquility for no reason.

Eric Baret
Of abandonment
De l'abandon (French Edition)

Sunday, November 29, 2020

Ron Rolheiser - Only in Silence

The Belgian spiritual writer, Bieke Vandekerckhove, comes by her wisdom honestly. She didn’t learn what she shares from a book or even primarily from the good example of others. She learned what she shares through the crucible of a unique suffering, being hit at the tender age of nineteen with a terminal disease that promised not just an early death but also a complete breakdown and humiliation of her body enroute to that death.

Her attempt to cope with her situation drove her in many directions, initially to anger and hopelessness but eventually to monasteries, to the wisdom of monasticism, and, under its direction, into the deep well of silence, that desert that lurks so threateningly inside each of us. Away from all the noises of the world, in the silence of her own soul, inside the chaos of her raging, restless insides she found the wisdom and strength not just to cope with her illness but to also find a deeper meaning and joy in her life.

There are, as John Updike poetically puts it, secrets that are hidden from health, though, as Vandekerckhove makes evident, they can be uncovered in silence.  However uncovering the secrets that silence has to teach us is not easy. Silence, until properly befriended, is scary and the process of befriending it is the soul’s equivalent of crossing a hot desert. Our insides don’t easily become calm, restlessness doesn’t easily turn into solitude, and the temptation to turn to the outside world for consolation doesn’t easily give way to the idea of quiet. But there’s a peace and a meaning that can only be found inside the desert of our own chaotic and raging insides. The deep wells of consolation lie at the end of an inner journey through heat, thirst, and dead-ends that must be pushed through with dogged fidelity. And, as for any epic journey, the task is not for the faint of heart.

Here’s how Vandekerckhove describes one aspect of the journey: “Inner noise can be quite exhausting. That’s probably why so many flee to the seduction of exterior background noises. They prefer to have the noise just wash over them. But if you want to grow spiritually, you have to stay inside of the room of your spiritual raging and persevere. You have to continue to sit silently and honestly in God’s presence until the raging quiets down and your heart gradually becomes cleansed and quieted. Silence forces us to take stock of our actual manner of being human. And then we hit a wall, a dead point. No matter what we do, no matter what we try, something in us continues to feel lost and estranged, despite the myriad ways of society to meet our human needs. Silence confronts us with an unbearable bottomlessness, and there appears no way out. We have no choice but to align ourselves with the religious depth in us.”

There’s a profound truth: Silence confronts us with an unbearable bottomlessness and we have no choice but to align ourselves with the religious depth inside us. Sadly, for most of us, we will learn this only by bitter conscription when we have to actually face our own death. In the abandonment of dying, stripped of all options and outlets we will, despite struggle and bitterness, have to, in the words of Karl Rahner, allow ourselves to sink into the incomprehensibility of God. Moreover, before this surrender is made, our lives will always remain somewhat unstable and confusing and there will always be dark, inner corners of the soul that scare us.

But a journey into silence can take us beyond our dark fears and shine healing light into our darkest corners. But, as Vandekerckhove and other spiritual writers point out, that peace is usually found only after we have reached an impasse, a “dead point” where the only thing we can do is “to pierce the negative.”

In her book, The Taste of Silence, Vandekerckhove recounts how an idealistic friend of hers shared his dream of going off by himself into some desert to explore spirituality. Her prompt reaction was not much to his liking: “A person is ready to go to any kind of desert. He’s willing to sit anywhere, as long as it’s not his own desert.” How true. We forever hanker after idealized deserts and avoid our own.

The spiritual journey, the pilgrimage, the Camino, we most need to make doesn’t require an airline ticket, though an experienced guide is recommended. The most spiritually rewarding trip we can make is an inner pilgrimage, into the desert of our own silence.

As human beings we are constitutively social. This means, as the bible so bluntly puts it, that it is not good for the human person to be alone. We are meant to be in community with others. Heaven will be a communal experience; but, on the road there, there’s a certain deep inner work that can only be done alone, in silence, away from the noise of the world.