David Carse - All That Is

 

 

 

 It has become obvious that none of this
is what it once seemed.
We are all dream characters in a dream.
Source, Spirit, God, Goddess, gods...
or: 'my true self,'  'my higher self'...
or: devas, angles, spirit guides,
forces good or evil...
or: guru, sat-guru, master, teacher...
these are all concepts, human ideas, constructs;
and, as such, dream characters here with us in the dream.
There is no separate 'God,' just as there is no separate 'us.'
All these are projections.  What there is, is This.
All That Is.
This is not just another name for God.
Not a being named 'God' or 'Source'
or anything else, outside of, other than, What Is.
In all reality there are not two.  There is only
All That Is.  
This.
You, who you really are when you say "I am"
and I, who I really am when I say "I am"
are the same "I am"
All That Is.
'you,'  'me,'  'we,' apparent individuals,
are dream characters in the dream which
'I,' All That Is, dreams.
There is no we, no me, no you.
Even the dream is within
All That Is.
That is who You really are,
not the you you think you are.

 

 

 

'Perfect Brilliant Stillness'

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Mahmoud Shabestari - The wine of rapture

 

 

 THE wine, lit by a ray from his face,
Reveals the bubbles of form,
Such as the material world and the soul-world,
Which appear as veils to the saints.
Universal Reason seeing this is astounded,
Universal Soul is reduced to servitude.
Drink wine ! for the bowl is the face of the Friend.
Drink wine ! for the cup is his eye, drunken and flown with wine.
Drink wine ! and be free from heart-coldness,
For a drunkard is better than the self-satisfied.
The whole world is his tavern,
His wine-cup the heart of each atom,
Reason is drunken, angels drunken, soul drunken,
Air drunken, earth drunken, heaven drunken.
The sky, dizzy from the wine-fumes' aroma,
Is staggering to and fro ;
The angels, sipping pure wine from goblets,
Pour down the dregs on the world ;
From the scent of these dregs man rises to heaven.
Inebriated from the draught, the elements
Fall into water and fire.
Catching the reflection, the frail body becomes a soul,
And the frozen soul by its heat
Thaws and becomes living.
The creature world remains giddy,
For ever straying from house and home.
One from the dregs' odour becomes a philosopher,
One viewing the wine's colour becomes a relater,
One from half a draught becomes religious,
One from a bowlful becomes a lover,
Another swallows at one draught
Goblet, tavern, cup-bearer, and drunkards ;
He swallows all, but still his mouth stays open.

 

 

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Søren Kierkegaard - Being silent

 

As my prayer became more attentive and inward
I had less and less to say.
I finally became completely silent.
I started to listen
– which is even further removed from speaking.
I first thought that praying entailed speaking.
I then learnt that praying is hearing,
not merely being silent.
This is how it is.
To pray does not mean to listen to oneself speaking,
Prayer involves becoming silent,
And being silent,
And waiting until God is heard.

 

 Thanks to

Edith Daloia