Saturday, February 25, 2023

Lalleshwari - Searching for the Friend



I wearied myself searching for the friend
With efforts beyond my strength
I came to the door
And saw how powerfully the locks were bolted
And the longing in me became that strong
And then I saw that I was gazing from within the presence
Only after that waiting and giving up all trying
Did Lalla flow out from where I knelt

Gently I weep for my mind,
caught in its illusion of ownership.
Mind,  you're not who you think you are.
You're dancing over a pit.
Soon you'll fall through,
And these things,  you've valued
And collected will be left behind. 




Friday, February 24, 2023

Jalâl al-Dîn Rûmî - Such a day



 On a day
when the wind is perfect,
the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty.
Today is such a

My eyes are like the sun that makes promises;
the promise of life
that it always

each morning.

The living heart gives to us as does that luminous sphere,
both caress the earth with great

This is a breeze that can enter the soul.
This love I know plays a drum. Arms move around me;
who can contain their self before my beauty?

Peace is wonderful,
but ecstatic dance is more fun, and less narcissistic;
gregarious He makes our lips.

On a day when the wind is perfect,
the sail just needs to open
and the love starts.

Today is such
a day.

from Love Poems From God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West
translations by Daniel Ladinsky



Wednesday, February 22, 2023

Eric Baret - Sadness

Sadness is one of the deep emotions and it needs to be kept objectively. Sadness or melancholy is one of the essential feelings. A kind of feeling of tranquility Deep down is feeling that what we are looking for is not attainable in objective situations. I feel that no matter what I do, the motivation that drives me, which is unique, which is to be quiet, will not find completion.

When a form of maturity comes, that sadness is constantly there because no matter what I do, I know I won't find what I pretend to find. Sadness in that sense is a form of maturity. When you know this sadness, you can't fall in love anymore. Falling in love would be pretending, again, that I'll be able to find something somewhere, which is impossible in maturity. In this sadness there is no room left for expectation of any satisfaction in the objective world, in the phenomenal world.

When I see clearly that no phenomenal situation can ever satisfy me, that I live with this realization, this sadness becomes an elongation, a feeling. It's no longer the sadness of something missing, but it's like a perfume that little by little gets the nose. At first, the fragrance is in space, we can't smell it from, then, slowly, we discover its origin.

When we are matured enough to keep sadness in mind, a certain backlash occurs. But people who constantly deny sadness, fall in love, get excited about this or that can never go back to the source. They have this challenge on the moment, then deny its authenticity thinking again that a relationship, a situation, something will fulfill them... There comes a time when we no longer deny this sadness.

Nothing can make us go forward what goes on, is the same thing. There's no more intentional dynamism. There is an organic dynamism, because the nature of life is action, but there is nothing that moves us towards something. At this point this sadness becomes actual sadness. And it turns out to be a path, like smoke we follow, that will lead back to what is felt... This is becoming a nostalgia. But the slightest betrayal of this nostalgia, thinking that this or that will satisfy me, drives me to confusion.

According to the Indian approach, sadness is the ultimate feeling. This is the feeling of separation. All Indian music is based on the sense of separation. In the art of miniature Himalayan foothills, Radha is often seen looking for Krishna.

The basic emotion is sadness. This sadness leaves no room for anyone else, no room for falling in love with anything else. This sadness burns every objective situation. Can no longer wait... At that moment that sadness alchemically transforms into non objective feeling. There is no direction to this feeling that becomes a way of life, which leaves no room anymore for a dynamism to go somewhere, to wait, to hope. This is the true sadness.

But as long as one is sad about something, sad because something isn't there or something happened, we deny that true sadness. So we stick to sadness, which becomes a form of poison for the body, for the psyche, for the thought. It is in this conviction that there is nothing for me in objective situations that this sadness transforms into feeling.

There's nothing you can do about it; it's maturity. I can't mature willingly, but I can realize my immaturity. I can realize that I'm constantly attracted to this, by this, constantly trying to build a relationship, maintain a relationship, hoping for a relationship, wanting to end a relationship, wanting this, wanting that, finding myself like this, like that, thinking that eventually, maybe when i've done this, reach this, it'll be better. It's a pretense, a denial of the deep feeling that there's nothing that can satisfy me. When I deny that feeling while waiting for something that can satisfy me, life is miserable. When I clearly see this mechanism within me, then sadness is no longer sad. She becomes a feeling, a fast of the heart.

The understanding that there is nothing for me in the objective world is a fasting of thought. But the most important is the fast of the heart: sadness. I no longer search for emotion. The only emotion I want is this sadness and this feeling. There is no objective ramification, no direction for me...

To be open to sadness is fidelity to the reality of the moment. Rid of all its intentional attachments, this sadness collapses into our hearing. Loyalty without objection to the core. Tears of joy.


 "The one and only desire. Within the nakedness of tantra"
Eric Baret 


Tuesday, February 21, 2023

Jalāl al-Dīn Rūmī - Say nothing



 I’m the slave of the Moon; talk of nothing but moon.
Or brightness and sweetness.
Other than that, say nothing.

Don’t tell of suffering, talk of nothing but blessings.
If you know nothing about them, no matter.
Say nothing.

Last night I went wild. Love saw me and said:
I’m here. Don’t shout, don’t rip your shirt,
say nothing.

I said: O Love, what I fear is something else.
Love said there’s nothing there.
Say nothing.

I’ll whisper secret words in your ears. Just nod yes.
Except for that nod of your head,
say nothing.

A moon pure as spirit rose on the heart’s pathway.
What a joy, to travel the way of the heart.
Say nothing.

I said: O Heart, what is this moon? Heart beckoned:
For now, it’s not for you to know.
Say nothing.

I said: Is this face angel or human?
Neither angel nor human. It is other,
say nothing.

I said: What’s this? I’ll lose my mind if you don’t tell me.
It said: Then lose your mind, and stay that way.
Say nothing.

You who sit in this house filled with images and illusions,
get up, walk out the door. Go,
and say nothing.

I said: O Heart, tell me kindly: Isn’t this about God?
It said: Yes it is,
but kindly say nothing.


for Fabiola


Monday, February 20, 2023

Djalāl ad-Dīn Rûmî - O Cupbearer



 Who am I that I could listen to advice.

O Cupbearer?

Turn the wine glasses, O Cupbearer.

Pour the wine for our Soul

Which adds Soul to our Soul. O Cupbearer.

0 Cupbearer who holds Lovers by their hands,

The One who helps Lovers,

Give the glass of Soul for my hand.

Keep it away from the stranger's lips.

Offer it to me seeretly.

Give the bread to bread eaters.

Give the loaf of bread

To those greedy. helpless ones.

Bread's lovers

Dont deserve Your treasure. O Cupbearer.

O the One who becomes Soul to the Soul of Soul.

We didn't come here to eat bread.

Jump. Get up. Don't put on a poor face

At the assembly of the Sultan.

Just take this big glass

And offer it to that old man.

Once the old man of the village gets drunk,

Go to the side of the drunks, O Cupbearer

O Cupbearer.

Whose favor and kindness are expected,

Be quick. offer more and more.

Where is bashfulness? Where is the drunk?

If you are shy, pour one glass

Over the head of shyness.

Get up. O Cupbearer.

Come, O One who is the enemy of bashfulness.

Come to us with a smile,

So our fortune will smile. O Cupbearer.



from  Divan-e Shams – Divan Kabir

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