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Chuck Surface ~ The Beloved's Embrace

 

 

 

What do I care for a Transcendent Absolute,
Devoid of qualities and attributes?

Give me the Rapturous Ecstasy,
Of The Beloved's Embrace!

Let me Dance with The Beautiful One,
While I exist to Dance.
For if, in Heaven, She and I are no more,
I will linger here, in sha' Allah*.

Let me gaze upon Her Beautiful Face,
As all that fills my sight.
For if, in Heaven, The Beloved is hidden,
I will linger here, in sha' Allah.

Let me hear Her wordless Whisper,
In still silence, and clamorous din.
For if, in Heaven, Her Voice is unheard,
I will linger here, in sha' Allah.

Let me savor the taste of Her Radiance,
As the Wine of my own Existence.
For if, in Heaven, The Tavern is closed,
I will linger here, in sha' Allah.

Let me feel Her Touch, palpable and real,
As a Rapturous Presence, within.
For if, in Heaven, She is far removed,
I will linger here, in sha' Allah.

Let me inhale Her Fragrance,
As the Perfume of Grace, here on Earth.
For if, in Heaven, Love is unscented,
I will linger here, in sha' Allah.

What do I care for a Transcendent Absolute,
Devoid of qualities and attributes?

Give me the Rapturous Ecstasy,
Of The Beloved's Embrace!

 

 

 

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Shushtari ~ Laylâ

 

  You seek Layla, but she reveals herself within you
You think she’s other, but she’s not other than you
And that’s a madness that is apparent to the cult of lovers
So be careful, for otherness is the essence of being cut off
Don’t you see how her beauty envelops you?
She disappears only when you reject part of yourself
“Come close to me,” you say to she who is your All
And when she loves you, she leads you to yourself
Meeting her is bliss beyond description
and none reach her, save those who see meaning without forms
I was so in love with her that I would have vanished in her love
had she not sworn that I only obey her
I concealed her from people with fantasy
After having revealed her, truly, inside my cloak.
I hid her from myself, with the robe of my worlds,
And from my envy, out of the severity of my jealousy
O Dazzling beauty! Should the light of your face
Touch the eyes of a blind man, he would see every atom
She is adorned with each and every charm and grace of beauty
And wherever she appears, she is desired by those who love.

 

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Amoda Maa ~ The bifurcation point

 

 

 The world is breaking, down or open, or both. We stand at a major bifurcation point, like never before seen in our human story. It is an inner and outer breaking point, a point of maximum stress (for that is what "bifurcation point" actually means). A point when we the "system" (whichever system we're talking about, it could be a physical thing like a piece of metal or a psychological thing like the ego-mind or a biological thing like a cellular organism or a collective thing like a species) is under severe pressure to evolve.

But this evolution is not guaranteed. The system could totally break down and devolve. It could collapse into insanity or chaos. It could fall into further unconsciousness, fear and hysteria. It could only barely survive. Or it could start the process of breakdown and at the critical point break through to a new level.

Each of us holds this bifurcation point within. And each of us is called to listen from a deeper place to what is demanded by the reflection of the outer world. Do we continue to operate from a divided state, a state of fear and panic and noisy narratives that lock us into armored perspectives and narrow pedestals? Or do we open so wide that we can hold the totality of the mess, the loss, the grief, the horror and the agony in that openness, and then remain as this openness come what may? Can we truly take up the invitation for an inner revolution of consciousness?

Today, my heart weeps for those whose lives are torn apart by ruthless acts that strip them of true sovereignty. Today, a well of sorrow for the insanity that floods humanity and keeps on coming. Today, a whisper of light on the horizon of darkness as the potential for transformation and evolution beckons.

May we each rise up in our deep hearts and remember who we really are. And live as that, in the face of all that comes.

 

 

 

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Jim Carrey ~ Take it all in

 

"I am here to plant a seed that will inspire you to move forward in life
with enthusiastic hearts and a clear sense of wholeness.
I used to believe that who I was ended at the edge of my skin,
that I had been given this little vehicle called a body from which to experience creation,
and though I couldn’t have asked for a sportier model,
it was after all a loaner and would have to be returned.
Then, I learned that everything outside the vehicle was a part of me, too,
and now I drive a convertible. Top down wind in my hair!
I am elated and truly, truly, truly excited to be present and fully connected to you
at this important moment in your journey.
I hope you’re ready to open the roof and take it all in?!"

 

 

Hafiz ♡ Spin and Surrender

 

 

I wish I could speak like music.
I wish I could put the swaying splendor

Of the fields into words
So that you could hold Truth
Against your body
And dance.

I am trying the best I can
With this crude brush, the tongue,
To cover you with light.

I wish I could speak like divine music.

I want to give you the sublime rhythms
Of this earth and the sky's limbs
As they joyously spin and surrender,
Surrender
Against God's luminous breath.

Hafiz Wants you to hold me
Against your precious
Body

And dance
Dance. 

 

 

Hafiz ♡ For no reason

 

 

               And
                For no reason
                I start skipping like a child. And
                For no reason
                I turn into a leaf
                That is carried so high
                I kiss the sun's mouth
                And dissolve.

                And
                For no reason
                A thousand birds
                Choose my head for a conference table,
                Start passing their
                Cups of wine
                And their wild songbooks all around.

                And
                For every reason in existence
                I begin to eternally,
                To eternally laugh and love!

                When I turn into a leaf
                And start dancing,
                I run to kiss our beautiful Friend
                And I dissolve in the Truth
                That I Am.

 

 

Mary Oliver ~ Living

 

Katsushika Hokusai 1760 – 1849: 'Self Portrait as a Fisherman'
Color woodblock print with metallic pigments; surimono shikishiban.
Art Institute Chicago

 

The witchery of living
is my whole conversation
with you my darlings.
All I can tell you is what I know.
Look, and look again.
This world is not just a little thrill for the eyes.
It's more than bones.
It's more than the delicate wrist with its personal pulse.
It's more than the beating of the single heart.
It's praising.
It's giving until the giving feels like receiving.
You have a life - just imagine that!
You have this day, and maybe another, and maybe still another.

 From “To Begin With, the Sweet Grass”
‘Evidence: Poems’  Beacon Press, 2010

 

With thanks to Miriam Louisa Simons