Wu Hsin - The I am

The sum of a past is I was.
The sum of a future is
I will be.
The continuous crossing back and forth
Between the two
Obscures the present moment,
The I am, Being Itself.

The preoccupation with
The foreground, the sights,
The smells,
The sounds,
Takes the attention away from
The background.
Yet, it is in this very background that
The Mystery resides.
~ Wu Hsin
Lost Writings of Wu Hsin 

Mystic Meandering - The secret of “The Mystery”

I bow to “The Mystery” of the Pure Being that resides within;
that which all seekers seek, called by different names…

I rest in the Heart of Its Pure Existence,
enfolded by Primordial Love;
Heart within Heart -
The secret of “The Mystery.”

The Embrace of Pure Being

opens my Heart to Its Infinite Love;
the secret of Its Mystery

I only need rest
in this Heart of Pure Love,
the True Guru of the Heart;
and let Love *live* me…

My Heart laughs and cries
at the clarity of revelation -
that there is only Love;
the Ancient Elixir of LIFE…

The secret of “The Mystery” ~

Love…

The secret of Life ~

Love…

~*~

Bowing inwardly
to “The Mystery”

I give my Heart to Love

Mystic Meandering
May 29, 2015

 

 

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Rumi - The Freshness

When it’s cold and raining,
you are more beautiful.

And the snow brings me
even closer to your lips.

The inner secret, that which was never born,
you are that freshness, and I am with you now.

I can’t explain the goings,
or the comings. You enter suddenly,

and I am nowhere again.
Inside the majesty.

— Rumi, “The Freshness,” The Essential Rumi, New Expanded Edition. 

HarperOne, 2004

Rumi - O Drop

Listen, O’ drop, give yourself up without regret,
and in exchange gain the Ocean.
Listen, O’ drop, bestow upon yourself this honor,
and in the arms of the Sea be secure.
Who indeed should be so fortunate?
An Ocean wooing a drop!
In God’s name, in God’s name, sell and buy at once!
Give a drop, and take this Sea full of pearls.

Czeslaw Milosz - A Poem For The End Of The Century

art H.J.Ford

When everything was fine
And the notion of sin had vanished
And the earth was ready
In universal peace
To consume and rejoice
Without creeds and utopias,

I, for unknown reasons,
Surrounded by the books
Of prophets and theologians,
Of philosophers, poets,
Searched for an answer,
Scowling, grimacing,
Waking up at night, muttering at dawn.

What oppressed me so much
Was a bit shameful.
Talking of it aloud
Would show neither tact nor prudence.
It might even seem an outrage
Against the health of mankind.

Alas, my memory
Does not want to leave me
And in it, live beings
Each with its own pain,
Each with its own dying,
Its own trepidation.

Why then innocence
On paradisal beaches,
An impeccable sky
Over the church of hygiene?
Is it because that
Was long ago?

To a saintly man
--So goes an Arab tale--
God said somewhat maliciously:
"Had I revealed to people
How great a sinner you are,
They could not praise you."

"And I," answered the pious one,
"Had I unveiled to them
How merciful you are,
They would not care for you."

To whom should I turn
With that affair so dark
Of pain and also guilt
In the structure of the world,
If either here below
Or over there on high
No power can abolish
The cause and the effect?

Don't think, don't remember
The death on the cross,
Though everyday He dies,
The only one, all-loving,
Who without any need
Consented and allowed
To exist all that is,
Including nails of torture.

Totally enigmatic.
Impossibly intricate.
Better to stop speech here.
This language is not for people.
Blessed be jubilation.
Vintages and harvests.
Even if not everyone
Is granted serenity. 

Wu Hsin - Personal self

The rabbit runs away from
The wolf that is on the hunt.
It is only a body that runs, there is no one who ran.
All notions of a personal self are false.
An action occurred;
At that moment there is only acting, but no actor.
It then follows that any
Life of a personal self is likewise false.
The flower turning to the sun is in
The essential nature of the plant.
The mode of any action of any form,
Its behavior, is inherent in its nature.
There is no entity doing anything; the organism reacts.
Thoughts appear as a necessary function in humans.
The organism does not decide to
Create them any more than it decides to breathe.
They are sourced from
That which sustains and supports the organism.
To believe that you can stop your thoughts,
Presupposes that one initiates them.
This self-deception, this I-am-this-body idea, can die
While the body continues to live.
But there cannot be anyone to bring it about.

Alan Watts - Death

“Nothing is more creative than death, since it is the whole secret of life.
It means that the past must be abandoned, that the unknown cannot be avoided, 

that ‘I’ cannot continue, and that nothing can be ultimately fixed. 

When a man knows this; he lives for the first time in his life. 

By holding his breath, he loses it. 

By letting it go he finds it.”