Jackson Peterson - No Separate Places nor Separate Times

 

Nirvana and samsara won’t be found in separate places nor in separate times: the empty nature of samsara is itself nirvana. Not seeing the empty nature of nirvana is itself samsara.

Pure Awareness and afflicted mind won’t be found in separate places nor in separate times. The empty “knowing” nature of the afflicted mind is itself Pure Awareness. Not seeing and knowing the empty nature of Pure Awareness is the afflicted mind.

The ego-self and no-self won’t be found in separate places nor in separate times. The empty nature of the ego-self is indeed the no-self. Clinging to the empty nature of the no-self is indeed itself, the presence of the ego-self. The imagined non-existence of the one, is the imagined existence of the other.

Wisdom and ignorance won’t be found in separate places nor in separate times. Seeing the empty nature of the ignorant mind, is itself wisdom. Not seeing the empty nature of wisdom is indeed ignorance not seen.

Obstacles and release won’t be found in separate places nor in separate times. The empty nature of obstacles is their own release. Not seeing the empty nature of freedom and release, we are bound and obstacled by our own freedom and shackled without release.

We won’t find peace and turbulence in separate places nor in separate times. The empty nature of turbulence is itself our long sought peace. Not seeing the empty nature of our peace, we turn peace into turbulence, like crashing waves that never seem to cease.

The Buddha Mind and samsaric mind won’t be found in separate places nor in separate times, the empty nature of the samsaric mind, is the nature of the Buddha Mind, as all karmic thoughts self-release.

Not seeing the empty nature of our current state of mind, we hope for a future transformation and release; by clearly seeing the empty nature of our current condition, as being the Buddha Mind itself, all seeking and suffering cease.

The material universe and its empty nature, won’t be found in separate places nor in separate times. The form of emptiness isn’t other than the emptiness of form.

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Jalāl al-Dīn Rūmī - A kingly secret

 

Today I sit with wine and drinkers.

Today I do not need the puritan or the chaste.

Today none asks what is the drink or who is drunk.

Today the Saqi hands the wine and smiles.

Talk not of the night of separation today.

Today I meet my Beloved and embrace.

Today is celebration and song and Saqi’s eyes.

Today the cup, the jug and wine.

Today I’m drunk and forget morning, noon and night.

Today time passes, and we do not know it’s passed.

Today all is tumult and all is joy and mischief,

The gathering is alive with presence divine.

Forgetting of our selves, we worship the wine.

Today all we desire is the Saqi’s bounty.

Today Shams of Tabriz showed his rivals the way

By the wine of Oneness, not by trivial talk.

Where is the way that I was treading?

I avoid it as it was the wrong way.

One moment spent away from the Beloved’s street

Is forbidden in the religion of the lovers.

Still I say: the path is not easy,

A thousand traps greet each and every step.

O restless heart, come not this way.

Stay at a place that suits you best.

Stay where life is nourished,

Ask for that wine that lightens the soul.

All else is but mere appearance, color, form;

All else is mere battle for name and fame.

Be silent and sit beside at the feet of he

Who is drunk, and all around him drunk.

O Glory of Belief, Shamsuddin,

To Thee I am enslaved body and soul!

On this path of Love sublime,

Anything else is idolatry;

Anything else but light of union,

On this path is unbelief.

If you only see the Beloved,

Your eyes are faulty;

The truthful eye of the lover

Must look to God alone.

Pass by the world of everyday

And drink the wine of Allah’s Way.

Drink of Love, that is life’s elixir pure.

What use has the lover of this world?

The spirit of the Lover pure

Goes beyond the way of this world.

In the calamity of poverty lies

A kingly secret;

Adopt poverty, O traveller,

For that’s the Prophet’s Way.

He’s worshipped by angels.

He is unique and unrivalled.

His dwelling place, beyond the

World we know.

O Glory of Tabriz, Sun of Truth,

Find not fault in me!

In my heart and soul

A fire burns for Thee!

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