Saturday, April 10, 2021

Ralph Waldo Emerson ~ The song of Seid Nimetollah of Kuhistan



Among the religious customs of the dervishes, it seems, is an astronomical dance, in which the dervish imitates the movements of the heavenly bodies by spinning on his own axis, whilst, at the same time, he revolves round the sheikh in the centre, representing the sun; and as he spins, he sings the song of Seid Nimetollah of Kuhistan:--


  "Spin the ball! I reel, I hum,
  Nor head from foot can I discern,
  Nor my heart from love of mine,
  Nor the wine-cup from the wine.
  All my doing, all my leaving,
  Reaches not to my perceiving.
  Lost in whirling spheres I rove,
  And know only that I love.

  "I am seeker of the stone,
  Living gem of Solomon;
  From the shore of souls arrived,
  In the sea of sense I dived;
  But what is land, or what is wave,
  To me who only jewel crave?
  Love's the air-fed fire intense,
  My heart is the frankincense;
  As the rich aloes flames, I glow,
  Yet the censer cannot know.
  I'm all-knowing, yet unknowing;
  Stand not, pause not, in my going.

  "Ask not me, as Muftis can
  To recite the Alcoran;
  Well I love the meaning sweet,--
  I tread the book beneath my feet.

  "Lo! the God's love blazes higher,
  Till all difference expire.
  What are Moslems? what are Giaours?
  All are Love's, and all are ours.
  I embrace the true believers,
  But I reek not of deceivers.
  Firm to heaven my bosom clings,
  Heedless of inferior things;
  Down on earth there, underfoot,
  What men chatter know I not."




May-Day, and Other Pieces Emerson, Ralph Waldo, 1803-1882






Mark McCloskey - Silence



A gentle, loving, inner peace and silence is here and now in this moment.  It has always been this way. It is always here. It is right here within you and all around you, a stillness, an apparent void, a seeming nothingness out of which everything arises, exists, and eventually returns.

You know this. You have felt this.

 There is nothing more than this.

 You are this.

 This is truth.

 This is not some esoteric spiritual jargon about some new age philosophy or any religion or belief. There is nothing here which is mystical. There are just these words and you and the silence within. This is real, now.

 This silence is right here in you, every single moment of your life.

 This pure silence contains you, your being-ness and yet the silence is your very being.

 This silence allows the entire universe to be.

All existence, everything that is, all matter and energy, all thought is contained in this silence.

 This pure silence is what some have called Truth, Infinity, Reality, Enlightenment, Nothingness, God, Great or Holy Spirit, The Now, True Self, I am, Consciousness and Love.

 This silence is a mystery beyond mind, beyond what the human brain can fully comprehend. Like a beautiful diamond, we can only see a few facets at a time. This mystery is seemingly far beyond us-our capacity to understand, to know. And yet this is contained within our very selves, and this contains us as well.

The greatest wonder of this is that you and I, above all other life forms on this planet are able to be consciously aware of this reality, now.

 Yes, you are aware of this, though perhaps you have not experienced this yet. Perhaps you have not realized this.

 This awareness of ours, this consciousness of being, is the silence itself.

 The silence is the very space of being.

 In you, being has become aware of itself.

 There is only this.

 We have spent thousands of years denying what is more present to us than our very breath, our very heartbeat.

This silence permeates everything and is the allow-er of everything. The silence allows us to be and to be free.

 There is only this.

 You are this!

 You have always been!

 All that you need, all that you seek, all that you hope and long for is contained in this silence.

 This web site may just help you to know this, to realize this and to live out of this silence.

 All you need to do is stop and just be: Now!


There is only this:

Pure Silence


Welcome to you my friend. 



Robert Lax - Only one song


 There are not many songs

There is only one song

The animals lope to it

The fish swim to it

The sun circles to it

The stars rise

The snow falls

The grass grows

There is no end to the song and no beginning

The singer may die

But the song is forever

Truth is the name of the song

And the song is truth 



Tuesday, April 6, 2021

Naomi Stone ~ Celebration of Life


Someone asked me how I celebrate God, how I worship, how I live my Faith, how I express my great Love for the magnificence of God, the breathtaking PRESENCE, the PRECIOUS CREATION.  ....

the intimate reality.......
I enter into the beauty until I can hardly breathe.......
my heart expands into a brilliant sun.......
a flowing rolling sea.....
into rising waves.......
into the breath of God....
the sacred mist and luminous fog.....
ride the wind through clouds of wonder and weep for the Joy of sharing the Eternal Nature......
the plunging waterfalls......
the living green surface of the planet......
the Holy Silence.......
the Sacred Mystery.....
A Sky that lifts me into invisibility
as I Vanish into Divine Being....... Tears.....and Laughter
and the deepest LOVE........
ever changing and new...... fresh ........... and thrilling vision. ... ....... wonderful videos of the planet......
of the universe........
I enter into Mystery......
into Glory.......
into sweet waves of caressing blessings.....
bliss that cannot be described.........
a deep celebration of Life
surrendering into the revelations of Divine Being....
God’s never ending surprise..............
and cleansing SILENCE................  



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Sunday, April 4, 2021

Hafiz ~ Is your caravan lost?



 I cannot sit still with my countrymen in chains.
I cannot act mute
Hearing the world’s loneliness
Crying near the Beloved’s heart.

 My love for God is such
That I could dance with Him tonight without you,
But I would rather have you there.

 Is your caravan lost?

 It is, If you no longer weep from gratitude or happiness,
Or weep from being cut deep with the awareness
Of the extraordinary beauty that emanates
from the most simple act and common object.

 My dear, is your caravan lost?   

 It is if you can no longer be kind to yourself
And loving to those who must live
With the sometimes difficult task of loving you.

 At least come to know that someone
untied your camel last night
For I hear its gentle voice
Calling for God in the desert.

 At least come to know
That Hafiz will always hold a lantern
With the galaxies blooming inside
And that I will always guide your soul
to the divine warmth and exhilaration
Of our Beloved’s tent.