Jalāl al-Dīn Rūmī ~ I belong to the Soul of the Beloved

 

 

 My home has no address; my tracks leave no trace.
I am neither body nor soul--What can I say?
I belong to the Soul of the Beloved.
I have laid all "twos" aside:
this world and that world are one.
I search for One, I recognize One,
I see One clearly, and I call the name of the One.
That unnameable One, the breath of the breath,
is the first and last, the outside and the inside.
I identify no one except by "O That... O This!"
I am drunk on the cup of Love:
here-now and everywhere-all-time have vanished.
I can't handle any business except celebration.
If I spend an instant without you,
that instant makes my whole life seem worthless.
If I can win one moment with you,
I will crush both worlds under my feet
as I dance in joy forever.
My Beloved  O Shams of Tabrizi
I am living permanently intoxicated:
I have no more tales to tell
except ones about drunkness and revelry.

 

 

Jalāl al-Dīn Rūmī ~ Soul houses

 

 Who is this king
that forms another king out of the ground,
who for the sake of two beggars
makes himself a beggar?

Who is this with his hand out
saying,
 Please, give just a little,
so I can give you a kingdom.

He heals. He enlivens.
He tells the water to boil
and the steam to fade into air.

He makes this dying world eternal.
His greatest alchemy
is how he undoes the binding
that keeps love from breathing deep.
He loosens the chest.

With no tool he fashions where we live.
Do not grieve for your rusty, iron heart.
He will polish it to a steel mirror.

And as you are being lowered into the ground,
closed away from friends, don’t cry.

He turns the ants and the snakes
into beautiful new companions.

Every second he changes cruelty
to loyal friendship.

Remember the proverb, Eat the grapes.
Do not keep talking about the garden.
Eat the grapes.

From a rough stone ledge
come a hundred marble fountains.

Out of unconditioned emptiness
comes this planet with all its qualities.

Lakewater over there.
Out of one huge NO
comes a chorus of yeses.

Rivers of light flow from human eyes,
and consider your ears, where language
alchemizes into amber.

He gives the soul a house,
then another and another.

He descends into dirt
and makes it majesty.

Be silent now.
Say fewer and fewer praise poems.
Let yourself become living poetry

 

 

Bridge to the Soul
 

 

Joan Tollifson ~ Where is the boundary?

 

Blossoms blowing past my windows all day covering the walkway with white petals. Rushing water in the creek, dancing light rippling and swirling. Two mourning doves walking in single file across the roof, bobbing as they go. An ant traversing a rusty pipe. A wave of sadness passing through the bodymind. Little green leaves beginning to appear on the first bushes and trees. A single finger poking the computer keys, words spilling out onto the liquid screen. All of it one whole unfathomable happening—ownerless, borderless, seamless. 

Wars being fought, Gregorian chants being sung, the joy and the sorrow and the way it all goes together and can’t be pulled apart—all of it a fluid momentary creation, undeniably real and yet completely unpindownable, unresolvable, ungraspable. 

Is it possible to wake up NOW to the immediacy, the aliveness, the wonder of this ever-changing moment, just as it is, without needing to label and categorize and explain it in any way at all? Or maybe just to SEE how this labeling, categorizing and explaining happens by itself, and maybe to see it without being pulled in and hypnotized by it, and maybe even to notice that this conceptualizing and storytelling is itself an unresolvable, ungraspable waving of the shoreless ocean, like the ant traversing the rusty pipe and the blossoms blowing past the windows like snow and the single finger tapping the keys and the little black shapes called words spilling out and opening up in you.

 
Where is the boundary between inside and outside, between me and you, between joy and sorrow, between one moment and the next?

 

 

 

https://www.joantollifson.com/joan.html 

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Spiritual Fools

 

 

 

“Everything is impermanent”, says the fool,
while looking for permanent enlightenment.

“Everything is interdependent”, says the fool,
wishing there would be good without bad.

“All is One”, says the fool,
while trying to go beyond duality.

“The Truth is here now”, says the fool,
while doing everything possible to get there.

“There is no self”, says the fool,
while struggling to get rid of it.

“We are all enlightened”, says the fool,
while setting out to heal himself and others.

“The finger is not the moon”, says the fool,
while sanctifying words and mantras.

“We should not be aggressive”, says the fool,
while engaging in asceticism.

“We should be more natural and spontaneous”, says the fool,
while the very trying to be prevents it.

The fools are many. They cry loudest for change and achieve nothing.
When will they wake up from the illusion that there is something wrong with what is?

 

 

 

 

 

 

https://truthlesstruth.wordpress.com/author/truthlesstruth/

 

Jeff Foster ~ Birdsong

 

 I lost interest in truth long ago.

All dreams of enlightenment
and its absence
Have crumbled into birdsong
Morning walks down untrodden paths
And the poetry of silence.

Truth can only be lived,
Never grasped.

Be miraculous, each day. 

 

 

https://www.lifewithoutacentre.com/ 

https://www.facebook.com/LifeWithoutACentre 

 

Something is dying in you. It's called ignorance.

 

 

 Dear passers-by...

Due to eye surgeries,
i am not able to fix my gaze for long on the computer screen.
That is the reason for the lack of posts lately.
Hopefully, i'll be back soon.
Peace & Love

 

Dr Christian Tal Schaller ~ The disease of happiness

 

Warning ! A global epidemic is spreading at breakneck speed. 

The W.W.O.. (World Welfare Organization) predicts 

that billions of people will be infected in the next ten years. 

Here are the symptoms of this disease:

Tendency to be guided by personal intuition 

rather than acting under the pressure of fears, 

received ideas and conditioning from the past.

Total lack of interest 

in judging others, 

judging oneself and 

being interested in anything 

that generates conflict.

Complete loss of ability to worry 

(this is one of the most serious symptoms).

Constant pleasure in appreciating things 

and beings as they are, 

which leads to the disappearance 

of the habit of wanting to change others. 

   

Intense desire to transform oneself to develop 

one's potential for health, creativity and love.

Repeated attacks of smiling, 

that smile that says "thank you" 

and gives a feeling of unity 

and harmony with all that lives. 

Ever-increasing openness to the spirit of childhood, 

simplicity, laughter and cheerfulness.

If you want to continue 

to live in fear, conflict, disease

and conformism, avoid contact 

with people showing these symptoms. 

This disease is extremely contagious. 

If you are already showing symptoms, 

know that your condition 

is probably irreversible. 

Chemical medical treatments 

can temporarily eliminate 

some symptoms, 

but cannot oppose 

the inevitable progression 

of the disease. 

No anti-happiness vaccine exists.

As this disease 

of happiness causes 

a total loss 

of the fear of dying 

which is the central pillar 

of the beliefs of 

modern materialistic society, 

serious social unrest 

is likely to occur, 

such as belligerent strikes, 

gatherings of happy people 

to sing, dance 

and celebrate life, 

sharing and healing circles, 

collective fits of laughter.