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Title: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 06, 2012, 05:32:15 PM
Hang Up The Swing Of Love Today!

Hang the body and the mind between the arms of the beloved,
in the ecstasy of love's joy:

Bring the tearful streams of the rainy clouds to your eyes,
and cover your heart with the shadow of darkness:

Bring your face nearer to his ear,
and speak of the deepest longings of your heart.

Kabir says: 'Listen to me brother!
bring the vision of the Beloved in your heart.'
Kabir
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 06, 2012, 05:33:21 PM
Abode of the Beloved

Oh Companion That Abode Is Unmatched,
Where My Complete Beloved Is.

In that Place There Is No Happiness or Unhappiness,
No Truth or Untruth
Neither Sin Nor Virtue.
There Is No Day or Night, No Moon or Sun,
There Is Radiance Without Light.

There Is No Knowledge or Meditation
No Repetition of Mantra or Austerities,
Neither Speech Coming From Vedas or Books.
Doing, Not-Doing, Holding, Leaving
All These Are All Lost Too In This Place.

No Home, No Homeless, Neither Outside or Inside,
Micro and Macrocosm Are Non-Existent.
Five Elemental Constituents and the Trinity Are Both Not There
Witnessing Un-struck Shabad Sound is Also Not There.

No Root or Flower, Neither Branch or Seed,
Without a Tree Fruits are Adorning,
Primordial Om Sound, Breath-Synchronized Soham,
This and That - All Are Absent, The Breath Too Unknown

Where the Beloved Is There is Utterly Nothing
Says Kabir I Have Come To Realize.
Whoever Sees My Indicative Sign
Will Accomplish the Goal of Liberation.
Kabir
Title: Re: Kabir
Post by: Subramanian.R on September 06, 2012, 05:48:06 PM
Dear Jewell,

Nice poems from Kabir, thank you.

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 08, 2012, 05:06:06 PM
The Song on Reaching the Mountain Peak

Hearken, my sons! If you want
To climb the mountain peak
You should hold the Self-mind’s light,
Tie it with a great “Knot,”
And catch it with a firm “Hook.”
If you practice thus
You can climb the mountain peak
To enjoy the view.

Come, you gifted men and women,
Drink the brew of Experience!
Come “inside” to enjoy the scene –
See it and enjoy it to the full!

Milarepa
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 08, 2012, 05:17:11 PM
To An Early Violet

What though thy bed be frozen earth,
Thy cloak the chilling blast;
What though no mate to clear thy path,
Thy sky with gloom overcast –
What though of love itself doth fail,
Thy fragrance strewed in vain;
What though if bad over good prevail,
And vice over virtue reign –
Change not thy nature, gentle bloom,
Thou violet, sweet and pure,
But ever pour thy sweet perfume
Unasked, unstinted, sure !

- Swami Vivekananda
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 08, 2012, 05:21:04 PM
Quest For God

O’ver hill and dale and mountain range,
In temple, church, and mosque,
In Vedas, Bible, Al Koran
I had searched for Thee in vain.

Like a child in the wildest forest lost
I have cried and cried alone,
“Where art Thou gone, my God, my love?
The echo answered, “gone.”

And days and nights and years then passed
A fire was in the brain,
I knew not when day changed in night
The heart seemed rent in twain.
I laid me down on Ganges’s shore,
Exposed to sun and rain;
With burning tears I laid the dust
And wailed with waters’ roar.

I called on all the holy names
Of every clime and creed.
“Show me the way, in mercy, ye
Great ones who have reached the goal.”

Years then passed in bitter cry,
Each moment seemed an age,
Till one day midst my cries and groans
Some one seemed calling me.

A gentle soft and soothing voice
That said ‘my son’ ‘my son’,
That seemed to thrill in unison
With all the chords of my soul.

I stood on my feet and tried to find
The place the voice came from;
I searched and searched and turned to see
Round me, before, behind,
Again, again it seemed to speak
The voice divine to me.
In rapture all my soul was hushed,
Entranced, enthralled in bliss.

A flash illumined all my soul;
The heart of my heart opened wide.
O joy, O bliss, what do I find!
My love, my love you are here
And you are here, my love, my all!

And I was searching thee -
From all eternity you were there
Enthroned in majesty!
From that day forth, wherever I roam,
I feel Him standing by
O’ver hill and dale, high mount and vale,
Far far away and high.

The moon’s soft light, the stars so bright,
The glorious orb of day,
He shines in them; His beauty – might -
Reflected lights are they.
The majestic morn, the melting eve,
The boundless billowing sea,
In nature’s beauty, songs of birds,
I see through them – it is He.

When dire calamity seizes me,
The heart seems weak and faint,
All nature seems to crush me down,
With laws that never bend.
Meseems I hear Thee whispering sweet
My love, “I am near”, “I am near”.
My heart gets strong. With thee, my love,
A thousand deaths no fear.
Thou speakest in the mother’s lay
Thou shuts the babies eye,
When innocent children laugh and play,
I see Thee standing by.

When holy friendship shakes the hand,
He stands between them too;
He pours the nectar in mother’s kiss
And the baby’s sweet “mama”.
Thou wert my God with prophets old,
All creeds do come from Thee,
The Vedas, Bible, and Koran bold
Sing Thee in Harmony.

“Thou art,” Thou art” the Soul of souls
In the rushing stream of life.
“Om tat sat om.” Thou art my God,
My love, I am thine, I am thine.

 - Swami Vivekananda
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on September 08, 2012, 05:45:27 PM
Dear Jewell,

Yes. As Swami Vivekananda says we are searching for the Truth in scriptures in vain. The Self can be realized
without any support from scriptures. This is what happened in Sri Bhagavan' life. He attained Brahman without
even knowing the word Brahman.

Saint Thayumanavar sings in Ananda Kalippu - the Boisterous  Happiness  Due to Bliss, as under:   

அருளால் எவையும்பார் என்றான் - அத்தை
      அறியாதே சுட்டிஎன் அறிவாலே பார்த்தேன்
இருளான பொருள்கண்ட தல்லால்-கண்ட
      என்னையுங் கண்டிலன் என்னேடி தோழி - சங்கர 13.

என்னையுந் தன்னையும் வேறா - உள்ளத்
      தெண்ணாத வண்ணம் இரண்டற நிற்கச்
சொன்னது மோஒரு சொல்லே-அந்தச்
      சொல்லால் விளைந்த சுகத்தைஎன் சொல்வேன் - சங்கர 14.

விளையுஞ் சிவானந்த பூமி - அந்த
      வெட்ட வெளிநண்ணித் துட்ட இருளாங்
களையைக் களைந்துபின் பார்த்தேன் - ஐயன்
      களையன்றி வேறொன்றுங் கண்டிலன் தோழி - சங்கர 15.

My guru said: See everything in my Grace. But not knowing that word, I tried to see everything with my (scriptural) knowledge.
I found only darkness, and I did not even find myself.

When I removed this weeds (dry scriptural knowledge), I found only the beauty of my Lord, in that Land of Siva-Bliss.
I did not see anything else.

Arunachala Siva.   
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 08, 2012, 05:53:16 PM
Yes Sri Subramanian sir,

We need that knowlege to see that we dont need it. We may need to learn everything,and then we see that we need to unlearn everything,coz it is obstacle later,bringing more necessary concepts.
Well,everyone have its own path...
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on September 08, 2012, 06:35:29 PM
Dear Jewell,

Yes. For those who have learned a lot, they will  start unlearning it after experience of Self Consciousness.

Sri Bhagavan has said in Who am I? : You may have to unlearn all that you have learnt it one day.

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 09, 2012, 04:06:58 AM
Empty My Heart of Thee

by: Emily Dickinson

Empty my Heart, of Thee –
Its single Artery –
Begin, and leave Thee out –
Simply Extinction’s Date –

Much Billow hath the Sea –
One Baltic — They –
Subtract Thyself, in play,
And not enough of me
Is left — to put away –
“Myself” meanth Thee –

Erase the Root — no Tree –
Thee — then — no me –
The Heavens stripped –
Eternity’s vast pocket, picked –
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 09, 2012, 04:08:09 AM
I Shall Know why

I SHALL know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each separate anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky.

He will tell me what Peter promised,
And I, for wonder at his woe,
I shall forget the drop of anguish
That scalds me now, that scalds me now.

By: Emily Dickinson
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 09, 2012, 04:14:12 AM
The Tree of Love

The tree of love its roots hath spread
Deep in my heart, and rears its head;
Rich are its fruits: they joy dispense;
Transport the heart, and ravish sense.
In love’s sweet swoon to thee I cleave,
Bless’d source of love . . . ,

- St. Francis of Asissi, Into Love’s Furnace I am Cast.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 09, 2012, 04:22:16 AM
Unbreakable

 

Unbreakable, O Lord,
Is the love
That binds me to You:
Like a diamond,
It breaks the hammer that strikes it.

My heart goes into You
As the polish goes into the gold.
As the lotus lives in its water,
I live in You.

Like the bird
That gazes all night
At the passing moon,
I have lost myself dwelling in You.

O my Beloved Return.

- Mirabai
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Ravi.N on September 09, 2012, 08:14:54 AM
jewell,
bouquet of choicest Hymns!Thanks very much.Jewell,I warmly recommend 'Whsipers from Eternity' of Sri Paramahansa YogAnanda.

Here is an Excerpt:

I was deaf, but Eternity whispered to me unceasingly. My wisdom's hearing-power slowly left its slumber, and I heard the Whispers of Eternity becoming ever clearer and clearer, in response to my sacred demands.I asked Eternity: "What do Thy whispers mean?"The whispers grew stronger and stronger until at last, suddenly, Eternity loudly answered: "Hear,thou, God's voice of guidance, unceasingly. I am His spokesman—Eternity. I have whispered through thy slumber of ages: 'Wake thyself!' Now, thou art awake, and yet My whispers will never cease to say: 'Wake thy brothers!' In the nooks of sleeping minds, everywhere, My whispers are constantly working. Work thou with Me, through living, eternal whispers—that all may hear Hisvoice."I replied to Eternity: "I will send whispers to all sleeping brothers, saying: 'Awake! Get ready!Come home where He gives perennial peace!' And I will borrow Thy voice, Eternity, when my earthly voice can be heard no more, and then I will still utter through Thee: 'O! hear His all-solacing song-whispers!' "I will wait for all, just to utter Eternity's whispers. As my countless human brothers, as well as beasts and atom-sparks, slowly travel toward the chamber of final freedom, in a seemingly endless train, I will softly say, through these Whispers from Eternity: "Awake! Let us all go home together,following His ever-calling voice."

you may read the Whispers from eternity :
http://www.scribd.com/doc/6842350/WHISPERS-FROM-ETERNITY-complete (http://www.scribd.com/doc/6842350/WHISPERS-FROM-ETERNITY-complete)

Namaskar.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Ravi.N on September 09, 2012, 08:19:06 AM
Prayer at Dawn.
 
With the opening of the earliest dawn and the lotus-buds, my soul softly opens in prayer to receiveThy light. Bathe each petal of my mind with Thy radiant rays! I saturate myself with the perfumeof Thy presence, and I wait to waft with the breeze the aroma of Thy message of love to all. Bless me, that with the spreading dawn I may spread Thy love everywhere. Bless me, that with the awakening dawn I may awaken all souls with my own and bring them to Thee.


Whispers from Eternity-Paramahansa YogAnanda
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Ravi.N on September 09, 2012, 08:22:10 AM
Prayer at Noon.
 
The sun shines high in the heavens: everything is fully awake. Awaken Thou me, likewise! Thou art invisible, yet Thine energy flows through the rays of sunshine. Fill my veins with Thine invisible rays, making me strong and tireless. As the sun shines in the busiest streets, may I behold Thy rays of protecting love in the crowded places of my life's activities. As the light shines steadily, undisturbed, on the street, whether crowded or empty, so may I hold my calmness and my strength steadily, while I move through the crowded or empty streets of life. Give me strength; andwhat I receive, teach me to share with others.

Whispers from Eternity-Paramahansa yogAnanda
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Ravi.N on September 09, 2012, 08:26:01 AM
Prayer at Eventide.
The day is done. Refreshed and sanctified with the sunshine of the day, I pass through the portals of evening, dimly adorned with faint stars, to enter into the temple of silence and worship Thee. Iworship Thy Spirit of approaching calmness. What prayers shall I offer, for I have no words to offer Thee? I shall light a little fire of devotion on the altar of my soul. Will that light suffice to bring Thee into my dark temple—my dimly lighted temple, dark with my ignorance? Come! I crave, I yearn for Thee!

Whispers from Eternity-Paramahansa yogAnanda
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Ravi.N on September 09, 2012, 08:31:43 AM
Prayer at Night
With closed eyes, I sit in the temple of night and worship Thee. The sunlight, revealing a million alluring things, has vanished. One by one, I have closed the doors of my senses, lest the fragrance of the rose, or the song of the nightingale, distract my love from Thee. I am alone in this dark, dark temple. I have left everything, but where art Thou? Darkness is haunting; but, unafraid, I am groping, seeking, crying for Thee. Wilt Thou leave me alone? Come, show Thyself!The door of my memory swings open. Throbbingly thrilled, my heart looks for Thee, but I find Thee not. Halt! Ye throng of a million thoughts and experiences past! Come not into my sacred temple. I close the bursting, thought-pressed door and run everywhere to find Thee. Where art Thou?Darkness deepens, and as I sit still, in anguish of despair, I behold a little taper of concentration burning within me. I stand up, and madly rush through the dimly lighted temple—the farther I go,the deeper grows the gloom. I clasp the empty darkness in hope of seizing Thee. Finding Thee not,I return again, and see the taper dimly burning.I sing outwardly a loud prayer. My large teardrops, and my strong gusts of prayer almost extinguish the taper. I will pray no more with words nor rush or run about in the temple of Stygian darkness, nor drown the taper with my tears. I will sit still, and command my breath to make no sound. I rebuke my boisterous love for Thee. The taper of meditation burns brighter now.O, how maddening! I cannot worship Thee with words, but only with wistful yearning. Brighter the light grows: I behold Thee now. Thou art I. I worship Thee.As night hides everything, I will worship Thee in hidden silence.I am glad with the joy of all minds. I will use the screen of the night to hide myself from the tempting things of the day.O Night, when I am worried, throw thy veil of silent darkness around me. Create a dark temple for me wherever I go, that I may invoke and call Him, whom I love, at any time, anywhere,everywhere.

Whispers from Eternity-Paramahansa yogAnanda
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 09, 2012, 07:14:23 PM
Dear Sri Ravi, Thank You with All my heart for these,Truly Beautiful excerpt,and Prayers! Even,Beautiful is small word for them. I am deeply thouched...
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 09, 2012, 08:26:24 PM
Come To my Pavillion

Come to my pavilion, O my King.
I have spread a bedmade of
delicately selected buds and blossoms,
And have arrayed myself in bridal garb
From head to toe.

I have been Thy slave during many births,
Thou art the be-all of my existence.
Mira’s Lord is Hari, the Indestructible.
Come, grant me Thy sight at once.

- Mirabai
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 09, 2012, 08:27:40 PM
Keep your promise

Take my arm
and keep up your promise!
They call you the refugeless refuge,
they call you redeemer of outcasts.
Caught in a riptide
in the sea of becoming,
without your support I’m a shipwreck!
You reveal yourself age after age
and free the beggar
from her affliction.

Dark One, Mira is clutching your feet,
at stake is your honor!   

- Mirabai
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on September 09, 2012, 08:37:08 PM
Dear Jewell,

You have mentioned Mira's poems. See this wonderful poem of Akka Mahadevi, a Veera Saiva Lady Saint of Karnataka:

You can confiscate
money in hand;
can you confiscate the body's glory?

O peel away every strip
you wear
but can you peel
the Nothing, the Nakedness
that covers and veils?


To this shameless girl
wearing the white Jasmine Lord's *
light of morning
you fool
where is the need for cover and jewel? 

* refers to Siva of Sri Sailam, Andhra Pradesh. He is called Mallikarjuna. Mallika is Jasmine

Arunachala Siva. 
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 09, 2012, 10:35:37 PM
Beautiful poem dear Sri Subramanian sir! Truly Beautiful! And,yes i like Mirabai,she is revelation for me. I didnt know much about Her,but She made deep inpresion on me.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 11, 2012, 01:43:36 AM
 THE WAY THINGS SHOULD

What will
our children do in the morning?

Will they wake with their hearts wanting to play,
the way wings
should?

Will they have dreamed the needed flights and gathered
the strength from the planets that all
men and women need to balance
the wonderful charms of
the earth

so that her power and beauty does not make us forget our own?

I know all about the ways of the heart – how it wants to be alive.

Love so needs to love
that it will endure almost anything, even abuse,
just to flicker for a moment. But the sky’s mouth is kind,
its song will never hurt you, for I sing those words.

What will our children do in the morning
if they do not see us
fly?

Rumi
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 11, 2012, 01:47:14 AM
In A Sudden

 

In a sudden,
the sight,
Your look of light,
stills all,

The curd-pot
falls to the ground.

Parents and
brothers
all call a halt.

Prise out, they say,
this thing from your heart.
You’ve lost your path.

Says Meera:
Who but you
can see in the dark
of a heart?

 

- Mirabai
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 11, 2012, 03:37:19 AM
A Country Fair for those mad with love.

Drive me out of my mind, O Mother!
What use is esoteric knowledge
          Or philosophical knowledge
Transport me totally with the burning wine
Of your all-embracing love.
Mother of mystery, who imbues with mystery
          The hearts of those who love you,
Immerse me irretrievably
In the stormy ocean without boundary,
Pure love, pure love, pure love.                 

Wherever your lovers reside
          Appears like a madhouse
To common perception.
Some are laughing with your freedom,
Others weep tears of your tenderness,
Still others dance, whirling with your bliss.
Even your devoted Gautama, Moses,
Krishna, Jesus, Nanak and Muhammad
          Are lost in the rapture of pure love.

This poet stammers,
Overcome with longing:
‘When? When? When?
When will I be granted companionship
          With her intense lovers?’
Their holy company is heavenly
A country fair for those mad with love
Where every distinction
Between master and disciple disappears

Their love of love sings:
‘Mother! Mother! Mother!
Who can fathom your mystery,
          Your eternal play of love with love?
You are divine madness, O goddess,
Your love the brilliant crown of madness,
Please make this poor poet madly wealthy
          With the infinite treasure of your love

By: Ramprasad
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 11, 2012, 03:40:35 AM
Pure Love

Though I am never loath to grant salvation,
I hesitate indeed to grant pure love.
Whoever wins pure love surpasses all;
He is adored by men;
He triumphs over the three worlds..

From Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 11, 2012, 03:47:04 AM
O Lord White as Jasmine

You’re like milk

In water: I cannot tell

What comes before,

What after;

Which is the master,

Which is the slave;

What’s big.

What’s small.

O lord white as jasmine

If an ant should love you

And praise you.

Will he not grow

To demon powers?
 Mahadeviyakka 
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 11, 2012, 07:09:16 PM
The Divine Image

by William Blake

To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
All pray in their distress;
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.

For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is God, our father dear,
And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is Man, his child and care.

For Mercy has a human heart,
Pity a human face,
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.

Then every man, of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine,
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.

And all must love the human form,
In heathen, turk, or jew;
Where Mercy, Love, & Pity dwell
There God is dwelling too.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 11, 2012, 07:12:24 PM
The confidante loquitur.

That gay one who is the abode of virtue
Incessantly murmurs thy name,
On hearing a word of thee
His limbs are pervaded by a thrill,
Bending down lowly his head
Tears pour from his eyes,
If one should ask him a word
He waves (him) away with his hand,
If one should speak concerning thee
Thou wilt see there is nothing else in his mind.
There is no firmness (left) in him;
A serious matter Cha.n.dî Dâs sings.
      I. iv. 94.

- Chandidas
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 11, 2012, 07:14:32 PM
Die before you die

DIE BEFORE YOU DIE

Ironic, but one of the most intimate acts
of our body is
death.

So beautiful appeared my death – knowing who then I would kiss,
I died a thousand times before I died.

‘Die before you die,’ said the Prophet

Muhammad.

Have wings that feared ever
touched the Sun?

I was born when all I once
feared – I could
love.
 Rabia
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 11, 2012, 07:20:54 PM
The Dagger

The dagger of love has pierced my heart.
I was going to the river to fetch water,
A golden pitcher on my head.
Hariji has bound me
By the thin thread of love,
And wherever He draws me,
Thither I go.
Mira’s Lord is the courtly Giridhara:
This is the nature
Of his dark and beautiful form.

- Mirabai
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 13, 2012, 12:36:58 AM

Be not afraid, for all great power throughout the history of humanity has been with the people. From out of their ranks have come all the greatest geniuses of the world, and history can only repeat itself. Be not afraid of anything. You will do marvelous work.

Be brave! Be strong! Be fearless! Once you have taken up the spiritual life, fight as long as there is any life in you. Even though you know you are going to be killed, fight till you “are killed.” Don’t die of fright. Die fighting. Don’t go down till you are knocked down.

All power is within you. You can do anything and everything. Believe in that. Do not believe that you are weak; do not believe that you are half-crazy lunatics, as most of us do nowadays. Stand up and express the divinity within you.

Swami Vivekananda
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 13, 2012, 12:44:07 AM
I Am and I Am Not

I’m drenched
in the flood
which has yet to come

I’m tied up
in the prison
which has yet to exist

Not having played
the game of chess
I’m already the checkmate

Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I’m already drunk

Not having entered
the battlefield

I’m already wounded and slain

I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality

Like the shadow
I am

And

I am not


From: Love Poems of Rumi
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 13, 2012, 02:01:28 AM
Love

Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,

Guilty of dust and sin.

But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack

From my first entrance in,

Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning

If I lack’d anything.

‘A guest,’ I answer’d, ‘worthy to be here:’

Love said, ‘You shall be he.’

‘I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,

I cannot look on Thee.’

Love took my hand and smiling did reply,

‘Who made the eyes but I?’

‘Truth, Lord; but I have marr’d them: let my shame

Go where it doth deserve.’

‘And know you not,’ says Love, ‘Who bore the blame?’

‘My dear, then I will serve.’

‘You must sit down,’ says Love, ‘and taste my meat.’

So I did sit and eat.

- George Herbert
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 13, 2012, 02:11:36 AM
 WITH PASSION

With
passion pray. With
passion work. With passion make love.

With passion eat and drink and dance and play.

Why look like a dead fish
in this ocean
of
God?

Rumi
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 13, 2012, 02:32:47 AM
If I Can Stop

IF I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

- Emily Dickinson
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on September 13, 2012, 07:01:34 PM
Dear Jewell,

DIE BEFORE YOU DIE.

Excellent.

This is what Sri Maniikkavachgar also mentions in his SetthilAp Pathu -Decad on Not yet Dying.   

புற்று மாய்மர மாய்ப்புனல் காலே
உண்டி யாய் அண்ட வாணரும் பிறரும்
மற்றியாரும் நின்மலரடி காணா
மன்ன என்னையோர் வார்த்தையுட் படுத்துப்
பற்றினாய் பதையேன் மனமிக உருகேன்
பரிகிலேன் பரியாவுடல் தன்னைச்
செற்றிலேன் இன்னுந் திரிதருகின்றேன்
திருப்பெருந்துறையுறை மேவிய சிவனே. 399

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 13, 2012, 07:41:27 PM
Yes Sri Subramanian sir,

It is so beautiful poem. I like the most:

 "Have wings that feared ever
touched the Sun?

I was born when all I once
feared – I could
love."
But i dont understand those words,i only understand when You post eanglish translation beneath it. :)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on September 13, 2012, 07:48:32 PM
Dear Jewell,

Is is somewhat as under:

Some tapasvins consume only water and air in the jungles and remain still like a tree; the anthill grow around them!
The great gods and others have not seen your golden feet. But O Lord, you came and gave me the upadesam of
Nama Sivaya! I took it and with melting heart always chant it. But why should I still live with worm afflicted body?
I am not yet dead, and roam about in vain. (Please to do something to take away by embodied existence). If I die
I shall  be more happy!)

Arunachala Siva.     
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 13, 2012, 09:33:04 PM
He Asked For Charity

God came to my house and asked for charity.

And I fell on my knees and
cried,  ’Beloved,

what may I
give?’

‘Just love,’ He said.

‘Just love.’

St Francis of Assisi
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 15, 2012, 04:34:49 AM
Look To this Day

Look to this day:

For it is life, the very life of life.

In its brief course

Lie all the verities and realities of your existence.

The bliss of growth,

The glory of action,

The splendour of achievement

Are but experiences of time.

For yesterday is but a dream

And tomorrow is only a vision;

And today well-lived, makes

Yesterday a dream of happiness

And every tomorrow a vision of hope.

Look well therefore to this day;

Such is the salutation to the ever-new dawn!

- Kalidasa
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 15, 2012, 04:37:57 AM
Here I am

All night, a man called ‘Allah’
Until his lips were bleeding.
Then the Devil said, ‘Hey! Mr Gullible!
How comes you’ve been calling all night
And never once heard Allah say, ‘Here, I am’?
You call out so earnestly and, in reply, what?
I’ll tell you what. Nothing!’

The man suddenly felt empty and abandoned.
Depressed, he threw himself on the ground
And fell into a deep sleep.
In a dream, he met Abraham, who asked,
‘Why are you regretting praising Allah?’

The man said, ‘ I called and called
But Allah never replied, ‘Here I am.’
Abraham explained, ‘Allah has said,
‘Your calling my name is My reply.
Your longing for Me is My message to you.
All your attempts to reach Me
Are in reality My attempts to reach you.
Your fear and love are a noose to catch Me.
In the silence surrounding every call of ‘Allah’
Waits a thousand replies of ‘Here I am.’

- Rumi
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Post by: Ravi.N on September 15, 2012, 07:27:55 AM
Jewell,

"Your calling my name is My reply.
Your longing for Me is My message to you.
All your attempts to reach Me
Are in reality My attempts to reach you.
Your fear and love are a noose to catch Me.
In the silence surrounding every call of ‘Allah’
Waits a thousand replies of ‘Here I am."

Wonderful!Yes,Japa is not repeating some name of God as bull dozer like exercise.It is communion with God through silent remembrance with the full trust that he is ever responding and speaking to us.

Here is an excerpt from The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna(this is the only book that I keep reading-so please excuse if I quote ad nauseum from this book!)

Dr. Sarkar stood up. He was about to take his leave. Sri Ramakrishna also stood up.
DR. SARKAR: "People call on God when they are faced with a crisis. Is it for the mere fun
of it that they say, 'O Lord! Thou, Thou!'? You speak of God because of that trouble in your
throat. You have now fallen into the clutches of the cotton-carder. You had better speak to
the carder. I am just quoting your own words."
MASTER: "There is nothing for me to say."
DR. SARKAR: "Why not? We lie in the lap of God. We feel free with Him. To whom
should we speak about our illness if not to Him?"
MASTER: "Right you are. Once in a while I try to speak to Him about it, but I do not
succeed."
(The Master lacks any sense of 'Ego' to even pray for cure!-Ravi)
DR. SARKAR: "Why should you even speak to Him? Does He not know of it?"
MASTER (smiling): "A Musslman, while saying his prayers, shouted: 'O Allah! O Allah!'
Another person said to him: 'You are calling on Allah. That's all right. But why are you
shouting like that? Don't you know that He hears the sound of the anklets on the feet of an
ant?
'

Namaskar.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: eranilkumarsinha on September 15, 2012, 12:18:56 PM

Quote:
“’The man said, ‘ I called and called
But Allah never replied, ‘Here I am.’
Abraham explained, ‘Allah has said,
‘Your calling my name is My reply.
Your longing for Me is My message to you.
All your attempts to reach Me
Are in reality My attempts to reach you.
Your fear and love are a noose to catch Me.
In the silence surrounding every call of ‘Allah’
Waits a thousand replies of ‘Here I am.”

Dear Sri Jewell,

Thanks very much for citing a very mystical poem of the great Mystic Poet, Sri Rumi. Bhagwan Sri Ramana has taught that our very Remembrance is the forerunner of Grace. He is caught in the net Net of Love. AND WHEN WE SEEK HIM IN SILENCE, HE BECKONS FROM THE CORE OF OUR HEART, “I AM HERE, I AM HERE, I AM HERE……..”, IN AN UNBROKEN REPLY. Truly, He is in the beginning, in the middle, and in the end, of all our spiritual endeavour, such as, our Remembrance, Longing, Effort, and Abidance.

Pranam,
  Anil     
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on September 15, 2012, 01:18:15 PM
Dear Anil,

Once Adam son of Arthur Osborne and Lucia Osborne asked Sri Bhagavan:

Bhagavan, Will you remember me always?

Sri Bhagavan said: Yes. IF YOU REMEMBER ME, I SHALL REMEMBER YOU!


Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 16, 2012, 12:08:39 AM
Jewell,

"Your calling my name is My reply.
Your longing for Me is My message to you.
All your attempts to reach Me
Are in reality My attempts to reach you.
Your fear and love are a noose to catch Me.
In the silence surrounding every call of ‘Allah’
Waits a thousand replies of ‘Here I am."



Wonderful!Yes,Japa is not repeating some name of God as bull dozer like exercise.It is communion with God through silent remembrance with the full trust that he is ever responding and speaking to us.

Here is an excerpt from The Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna(this is the only book that I keep reading-so please excuse if I quote ad nauseum from this book!)

Dr. Sarkar stood up. He was about to take his leave. Sri Ramakrishna also stood up.
DR. SARKAR: "People call on God when they are faced with a crisis. Is it for the mere fun
of it that they say, 'O Lord! Thou, Thou!'? You speak of God because of that trouble in your
throat. You have now fallen into the clutches of the cotton-carder. You had better speak to
the carder. I am just quoting your own words."
MASTER: "There is nothing for me to say."
DR. SARKAR: "Why not? We lie in the lap of God. We feel free with Him. To whom
should we speak about our illness if not to Him?"
MASTER: "Right you are. Once in a while I try to speak to Him about it, but I do not
succeed."
(The Master lacks any sense of 'Ego' to even pray for cure!-Ravi)
DR. SARKAR: "Why should you even speak to Him? Does He not know of it?"
MASTER (smiling): "A Musslman, while saying his prayers, shouted: 'O Allah! O Allah!'
Another person said to him: 'You are calling on Allah. That's all right. But why are you
shouting like that? Don't you know that He hears the sound of the anklets on the feet of an
ant?
'

Namaskar.

Dear Sri Ravi,

This is a Beautiful story,and i dont mind to read it a thousand times more. And yes,it is true that it is communion with God,not only repeating the name,it is something which comes from the Heart,from the Soul,it is some closeness,and even more than that.
 And like Sri Ramakrishna said,even words are not necessary,not even whisper,not even a thought. God knows before even we know.

Thank You dear Sri Ravi!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 16, 2012, 12:30:47 AM

Quote:
“’The man said, ‘ I called and called
But Allah never replied, ‘Here I am.’
Abraham explained, ‘Allah has said,
‘Your calling my name is My reply.
Your longing for Me is My message to you.
All your attempts to reach Me
Are in reality My attempts to reach you.
Your fear and love are a noose to catch Me.
In the silence surrounding every call of ‘Allah’
Waits a thousand replies of ‘Here I am.”

Dear Sri Jewell,

Thanks very much for citing a very mystical poem of the great Mystic Poet, Sri Rumi. Bhagwan Sri Ramana has taught that our very Remembrance is the forerunner of Grace. He is caught in the net Net of Love. AND WHEN WE SEEK HIM IN SILENCE, HE BECKONS FROM THE CORE OF OUR HEART, “I AM HERE, I AM HERE, I AM HERE……..”, IN AN UNBROKEN REPLY. Truly, He is in the beginning, in the middle, and in the end, of all our spiritual endeavour, such as, our Remembrance, Longing, Effort, and Abidance.

Pranam,
  Anil   

Dear Sri Anil,

Yes,it is very Beautiful poem from Sri Rumi. I love His poetry and His thoughts,all of them.
Remembrance is the Grace,He Is everything indeed. He is the search itself,like you said,the longing,everything. He is Love,and it seems that Love is the key. That Free,Pure Love for Him,which steals our Hearts,slowly,without even our knowing.

Thank You dear Sri Anil!!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 16, 2012, 12:50:50 AM
Dear Jewell,

Is is somewhat as under:

Some tapasvins consume only water and air in the jungles and remain still like a tree; the anthill grow around them!
The great gods and others have not seen your golden feet. But O Lord, you came and gave me the upadesam of
Nama Sivaya! I took it and with melting heart always chant it. But why should I still live with worm afflicted body?
I am not yet dead, and roam about in vain. (Please to do something to take away by embodied existence). If I die
I shall  be more happy!)

Arunachala Siva.   

Dear Sri Subramanian,

Sir,i didnt saw this post till now. Beautiful poem,and there is so much Longing for God..where even death is welcomed.
Thank You very much for translating it!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 16, 2012, 02:04:25 AM
God, God, God

From the depth of slumber,
As I ascend the spiral stairway of wakefulness,
I whisper
God, God, God!

Thou art the food and when I break my fast
Of nightly separation from Thee
I taste thee and mentally say
God, God, God!

No matter where I go, the spotlight of my mind
Ever keeps turning on Thee;
And in the battle dim of activity my silent war cry
Is ever;
God, God, God!

First 3 Verses from Yogananda’s Poem “God, God, God”
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 16, 2012, 04:40:05 AM
Tidings of Union

WHERE are the tidings of union? that I may arise–
Forth from the dust I will rise up to welcome thee!
My soul, like a homing bird, yearning for Paradise,
Shall arise and soar, from the snares of the world set free.
When the voice of thy love shall call me to be thy slave,
I shall rise to a greater far than the mastery
Of life and the living, time and the mortal span:
Pour down, oh Lord! from the clouds of thy guiding grace.
The rain of a mercy that quickeneth on my grave,
Before, like dust that the wind bears from place to place,
I arise and flee beyond the knowledge of man.
When to my grave thou turnest thy blessed feet,
Wine and the lute thou shalt bring in thine hand to me,
Thy voice shall ring through the folds of my winding-sheet,
And I will arise and dance to thy minstrelsy.
Though I be old, clasp me one night to thy breast,
And I, when the dawn shall come to awaken me,
With the flush of youth on my check from thy bosom will rise.
Rise up! let mine eyes delight in thy stately grace!
Thou art the goal to which all men’s endeavour has pressed,
And thou the idol of Hafiz’ worship; thy face
From the world and life shall bid him come forth and arise!

- Hafiz
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 17, 2012, 12:04:20 AM
Ode 1373

I was dead, then alive.
Weeping, then laughing.

The power of love came into me,
and I became fierce like a lion,
then tender like the evening star.

He said, ‘You’re not mad enough.
You don’t belong in this house.’

I went wild and had to be tied up.
He said, ‘Still not wild enough
to stay with us!’

I broke through another layer
into joyfulness.

He said, ‘Its not enough.’
I died.

He said, ‘You are a clever little man,
full of fantasy and doubting.’

I plucked out my feathers and became a fool.
He said, ‘Now you are the candle
for this assembly.’

But I’m no candle. Look!
I’m scattered smoke

He said, ‘You are the Sheikh, the guide.’
But I’m not a teacher. I have no power.

He said, ‘You already have wings.
I cannot give you wings.’

But I wanted his wings.
I felt like some flightless chicken.

Then new events said to me,
‘Don’t move. A sublime generosity is
coming towards you.’

And old love said, ‘Stay with me.’

I said, ‘I will.’

You are the fountain of the sun’s light.
I am a willow shadow on the ground.
You make my raggedness silky.

The soul at dawn is like darkened water
that slowly begins to say Thank you, thank you.

Then at sunset, again, Venus gradually
Changes into the moon and then the whole nightsky.

This comes of smiling back
at your smile.

The chess master says nothing,
other than moving the silent chess piece.

That I am part of the ploys
of this game makes me
amazingly happy.

From: Rumi – Like This
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 18, 2012, 12:57:05 AM
The Rainy Season

The rainy season is abroad
And the skirt of my dress is wet.
You have gone off to distant lands,
And my heart finds it unbearable.
I keep sending letters to my Beloved
Asking when He will return.
Mira’s Lord is the courtly Giridhara:
O Krishna, O Brother of Balram,
Grant me thy sight.

- Mirabai
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 18, 2012, 10:40:01 PM
Listen

Listen, my friend, this road is the heart opening,
kissing his feet, resistance broken, tears all night.

If we could reach the Lord through immersion in water,
I would have asked to be born a fish in this life.
If we could reach Him through nothing but berries and wild nuts
then surely the saints would have been monkeys when they came from the womb!

If we could reach him by munching lettuce and dry leaves
then the goats would surely get to the Holy One before us!
If the worship of stone statues could bring us all the way,
I would have adored a granite mountain years ago.

- Mirabai
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 19, 2012, 10:09:33 PM
What Do White Birds Say

The earth has disappeared beneath my feet,
It fled from all my ecstasy,

Now like a singing air creature
I feel the Rose
Keep opening.

My heart turned to effulgent wings.
When has love not given freedom?
When has adoration not made one free?

A woman broken in tears and sweat
Stands in a field
Watching the sun and me
Trade jokes.

But never would Hafiz laugh
At your blessed labor
Of finding peace.

What do the dancing white birds say
Looking down upon burnt meadows?

All that you think is rain is not.
Behind the veil Hafiz and angels sometimes weep

Because most eyes are rarely glad
And your divine beauty is still too frightened
To unfurl its thousand swaying arms.

The earth has disappeared beneath my feet,
Illusion fled from all my ecstasy.

Now like a radiant sky creature
God keeps opening.

God keeps opening
Inside of Me.

 Hafiz
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 21, 2012, 03:19:45 AM
WHAT KIND OF GOD?

What kind of God would He be

if He did not hear the

bangles ring on

an ant’s

wrist

as they move the earth

in their sweet

dance?

And what kind of God would He be

if a leaf’s prayer was not as precious to creation

as the prayer His own son sang

from the glorious depth

of his soul -

for us.

And what kind of God would He be

if the vote of millions in this world could sway Him

to change the divine

law of

love

that speaks so clearly with compassion’s elegant tongue,

saying, eternally saying:

all are forgiven – moreover, dears,

no one has ever been

guilty.

What
kind of God would He be
if He did not count the blinks
of your
eyes

and is in absolute awe of their movements?

What a God – what a God we
have.

 Kabir
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 22, 2012, 01:36:47 AM
Show Me Your way out

Like a silkworm weaving
her house with love
from her marrow,
and dying
in her body’s threads
winding tight, round
and round,
I burn
desiring what the heart desires.

Cut through, O Lord,
my heart’s greed,
and show me
your way out,

O Lord white as jasmine

 Mahadeviyakka
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on September 22, 2012, 10:12:03 AM
Dear Jewell,

Nice poem from Mahadevi Akka, Veera Saiva saint-poetess of Karnataka. She is one of the four foremost Saints of Veera Saiva
movement in Karnataka, a movement that arose against the hegemony of Brahminism.  The four saints were living in Northern
Karnataka near Kudligi.  I have read most of their poems translated from Kannada into English by Professor Hiremath. A.K.
Ramanujan, the former Professor of Comparative Religions and Philosophy, Chicago University, has also rendered in English
some of the poems of the four great Saints, Basavanna, Desi Ramaiah, Allamma Prabhu and Akka Mahadevi.

Akka Mahadevi was a spinster. She was living almost naked but for bark of trees and leaves around her waist and breasts.
She considered Siva as her husband and had scant respect of men of the world.

In one of her poems she says,

I want to elope with my dear Hara,
Let the human husbands be thrown into kitchen fires!

Arunachala Siva.     
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 22, 2012, 09:16:58 PM
Dear Jewell,

Nice poem from Mahadevi Akka, Veera Saiva saint-poetess of Karnataka. She is one of the four foremost Saints of Veera Saiva
movement in Karnataka, a movement that arose against the hegemony of Brahminism.  The four saints were living in Northern
Karnataka near Kudligi.  I have read most of their poems translated from Kannada into English by Professor Hiremath. A.K.
Ramanujan, the former Professor of Comparative Religions and Philosophy, Chicago University, has also rendered in English
some of the poems of the four great Saints, Basavanna, Desi Ramaiah, Allamma Prabhu and Akka Mahadevi.

Akka Mahadevi was a spinster. She was living almost naked but for bark of trees and leaves around her waist and breasts.
She considered Siva as her husband and had scant respect of men of the world.

In one of her poems she says,

I want to elope with my dear Hara,
Let the human husbands be thrown into kitchen fires!

Arunachala Siva.     

Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

Thank You for those informations about Mahadevi Akka. It is very interesting,indeed. I didnt know anything about Her,just reading few poems. And i like very much that poem which i posted.
And,about other Saints,i dont know anything. I will try to find poems which they wrote also.

Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 22, 2012, 10:48:33 PM
A Community of the Spirit

There is a community of the spirit.

Join it, and feel the delight

of walking in the noisy street

and being the noise.

Drink all your passion,

and be a disgrace.

Close both eyes

to see with the other eye.

Open your hands,

if you want to be held.

Sit down in the circle.

Quit acting like a wolf, and feel

the shepherd’s love filling you.

At night, your beloved wanders.

Don’t accept consolations.

Close your mouth against food.

Taste the lover’s mouth in yours.

You moan, “She left me.” “He left me.”

Twenty more will come.

Be empty of worrying.

Think of who created thought!

Why do you stay in prison

when the door is so wide open?

Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.

Live in silence.

Flow down and down in always

widening rings of being.

From Rumi
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 23, 2012, 10:19:47 PM
Be Lost In The Call

Lord, said David, since you do not need us,
why did you create these two worlds?

Reality replied: O prisoner of time,
I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you’ve never seen the face.

Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw?
Yet clean away the mud and straw,
and a mirror might be revealed.

Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,
it isn’t wine. If you wish your heart to be bright,
you must do a little work.

My King addressed the soul of my flesh:
You return just as you left.
Where are the traces of my gifts?

We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold.
This Sun doesn’t want a crown or robe from God’s grace.
He is a hat to a hundred bald men,
a covering for ten who were naked.

Jesus sat humbly on the back of an ass, my child!
How could a zephyr ride an ass?
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.

Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call.

 Rumi
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 26, 2012, 04:18:48 AM
O Love

O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now,
Be all – worlds dissolve into your
stainless endless radiance,
Frail living leaves burn with your brighter
than cold stares -
Make me your servant, your breath, your core.

 Rumi
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Ravi.N on September 26, 2012, 06:28:55 AM
jewell,

"I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you’ve never seen the face"

Beautiful poem is this by Rumi.Thanks very much.
Namaskar.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Ravi.N on September 26, 2012, 06:33:06 AM
THE EARTHEN GOBLET (A conversation between the poet and the goblet)

“O silent goblet! red from head to heel,
How did you feel
When you were being twirled
Upon the Potter’s wheel
Before the Potter gave you to the world?”
I felt a conscious impulse in my clay
To break away
From the great Potter’s hand
That burned so warm.
I felt a vast
Feeling of sorrow to be cast
Into my present form.
Before that fatal hour
That saw me captive on the Potter’s wheel
And cast into this crimson goblet-sleep,
I used to feel
The fragrant friendship of a little flower
Whose root was in my bosom buried deep.
The Potter has drawn out the living breath of me,
And given me a form which is the death of me;
My past unshapely natural state was best,
With just one flower flaming through my breast"

Harindranath Chattopadhyaya
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Ravi.N on September 26, 2012, 06:37:39 AM
PITCHERS OF CLAY

Outside the Potter’s shop upon the way
In patient rows we stand, pitchers of clay —
Under a copper-clouded sky of gold
Expecting every moment to be sold.
Although we have no language, yet we feel
A bitterness towards the Potter’s wheel
Which moulded us, what though without a flaw,
To shape, which is against our being’s law.
Pitchers are beautiful and yet, indeed,
Even from beauty we would all be freed
And, slipping into Earth, secure escape
From the enchanted tyranny of shape.
Some of us pitchers, tired of being, drop
And break to pieces in the Potter’s shop.
Pathetic things! What does the Potter care
For the pale weariness of Earthenware?

Harindranath chattopadhyaya
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Ravi.N on September 26, 2012, 06:40:11 AM
SHAPER SHAPED

In days gone by I used to be
A potter who would feel
His fingers mould the yielding clay
To patterns on his wheel;
But now, through wisdom lately won,
That pride has died away,
I have ceased to be the potter
And have learned to be the clay.
In other days I used to be
A poet through whose pen
Innumerable songs would come
To win the hearts of men;
But now, through new-got knowledge
Which I hadn’t had so long,
I have ceased to be the poet
And have learned to be the song.
I was a fashioner of swords,
In days that now are gone,
Which on a hundred battle-fields
Glittered and gleamed and shone;
But now that I am brimming with
The silence of the Lord
I have ceased to be a sword-maker
And learned to be the sword.
In by-gone days I used to be
A dreamer who would hurl
On every side an insolence
Of emerald and pearl.
But now that I am kneeling
At the feet of the Supreme
I have ceased to be the dreamer
And have learned to be the dream.

Harindranath chattopadhyaya
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on September 26, 2012, 03:52:00 PM
Dear Ravi and others,

What is divine poetry? When musicians / singers /  poets, write out their experiences of what they got, I think, then
it becomes divine poetry.

Once someone asked Sri Bhagavan: Have not Saint Thyagaraja and others have written poetry in melodious tunes on
Rama etc., and got Atma Jnana? 

Sri Bhagavan replied : No, they have all written on what they had already got!

Once some other devotee asked: How a Brahma Jnani can express his experience?

Sri Bhagavan said: In a way, it cannot be expressed at all? It is like a thief thieving at night, get stung by a scorpion in
a dark room. He can neither cry, lest he might be caught, nor refrain from crying because the pain (Pleasure) is uncontrollable.
So he says  some thing. That is the poetry of a Brahma Jnani.

Arunachala Siva.       
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on September 26, 2012, 03:55:09 PM
In a way, it means somewhat the same thing, when Alexander Pope said:

I lisped in numbers*, because numbers came to me!

(*poetry)

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 26, 2012, 10:13:30 PM
Dear Sri Ravi,

"I felt a conscious impulse in my clay
To break away
From the great Potter’s hand
That burned so warm.
I felt a vast
Feeling of sorrow to be cast
Into my present form.
Before that fatal hour
That saw me captive on the Potter’s wheel
And cast into this crimson goblet-sleep,
I used to feel
The fragrant friendship of a little flower
Whose root was in my bosom buried deep.
The Potter has drawn out the living breath of me,
And given me a form which is the death of me;
My past unshapely natural state was best,
With just one flower flaming through my breast"

Absolutely Beautiful,Beautiful poems!!!  :) They have such a wonderful meaning and message... I didnt know about this poet,and i am amazed,i like this stile!

Thank You Very much dear Sri Ravi!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 26, 2012, 10:20:06 PM
Between the Poles

Between the poles of the conscious and the unconscious, there has

  the mind made a swing:

Thereon hang all beings and all worlds, and that swing never

  ceases its sway.

Millions of beings are there: the sun and the moon in their

  courses are there:

Millions of ages pass, and the swing goes on.

All swing! the sky and the earth and the air and the water; and

  the Lord Himself taking form:

And the sight of this has made Kabîr a servant.

 

~

By:  Kabir
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 26, 2012, 10:24:18 PM
Peace

Behold, it comes in might,
The power that is not power,
The light that is in darkness,
The shade in dazzling light.

It is joy that never spoke,
And grief unfelt, profound,
Immortal life unlived,
Eternal death unmourned.

It is not joy nor sorrow,
But that which is between,
It is not noght nor morrow,
But that which joins them in.

It is sweet rest in music;
And pause in sacred art;
The silence between speaking;
Between two fits of passion –
It is the calm of heart.

It is beauty never seen,
And love that stands alone,
It is song that lives un-sung,
And knowledge never known.

It is death between two lives,
And lull between two storms,
The void whence rose creation,
And that where it returns.

To it the tear-drop goes,
To spread the smiling form
It is the Goal of Life,
And Peace — its only home!

From a letter to Miss MacLeod, 26th December 1900

 Swami Vivekananda
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Ravi.N on September 26, 2012, 11:27:52 PM
Jewell,
Here is another poem by Harindranath Chattopadhyaya:

QUEST

Tireless I climb the thorny steep,
A world of roses staking.
My waking has become a sleep,
My sleep become a waking.

Towards the near yet distant goal
My feet go ever treading.
I seek the silence of the soul,
Which is a master-wedding.

Each pointed thorn upon the way
That bruises is but dating
My progress in the far-away
Beauty where you are waiting.

Something in me until the end
Will keep on ever humming:
“O mighty master! gentle friend!
Accept me, I am coming!”

Tireless I climb the kindling steep,
A shadow-world forsaking.
My waking state is now a sleep,
My sleep is now a waking.

you may download a Book of his poems from this site:
http://www.theosophical.org/files/resources/books/DivineVagabond/DivineVagabond.pdf (http://www.theosophical.org/files/resources/books/DivineVagabond/DivineVagabond.pdf)

Namaskar.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 27, 2012, 02:36:12 AM
Beautiful dear Sri Ravi! Thank You Very much!!! Those poems are full of Beauty and Love! Here is one..

ALL-ONENESS


Beautiful! I love thee dearly
With a love that grows and grows,
Though the world may deem it merely
Fleeting love that comes and goes.
In my heart I hold thee ever
Like an imaged light sublime,
And without the least endeavor
Hold thee inly all the time.


Life is now a daily diving
Into thy deep ocean-trance,
And, by slow degrees, arriving
At the spirit’s blue expanse
That is rolling, ever rolling
Past our knowledge of thy love,
While thy heaven, soft-ensouling
Magic silence, hangs above.

Every day I sit before thee
By thy gazing aureoled,
Life! to say that I adore thee
Were to leave the truth untold.
For the truth is even richer
Than upon the surface seems,
For this body is the pitcher
From which thou dost pour thy dreams.


And my being is thy lyre
Struck by thee to music-dew,
Every drop a planet-fire
Pearly-mellowed in the blue.
All my spirit is a lightning
Flashed above dim worlds of change,
Like a naked laughter brightening
Over death’s long mountain-range

I am one perpetual kneeling
At thy silent sacred feet,
Bearing in my life a feeling
That is wonderfully sweet.
While, outside, the restless scoffer
Strives to hurl at me his dart,
Unto thee a faith I offer
Rooted firmly in the heart.

Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 27, 2012, 02:40:30 AM
I WILL CRY OUT TO THEE


I will cry out to thee from the depth of my soul,
I will cry out to thee;
By crying to thee I will reach the goal,
I will cry out to thee.
Alone at thy door, O Divine, will I stand
With wounds on my feet and blooms in my hand,
Thou wilt deal me delight or wilt deal me dole,
I will cry out to thee.

Though the dawn be bright or the night be black,
I will cry out to thee.
Though the sky be blue or the rain-clouds crack,
I will cry out to thee.
I have journeyed, Beloved, mile after lone mile,
A pilgrim who seeks but a glimpse of thy smile,
And my journey has been o’er a broken track,
I will cry out to thee.


I have cried out to thee, my Love! from the first,
I have cried out to thee.
But my life in the past has been lonely and cursed,
I have cried out to thee.
I wanted to come to thee so long ago,
But my coming to thee has been sorry and slow,
So the thirst that I bring thee is no new thirst,
I will cry out to thee.


I will cry out to thee through all things that appear
I will cry out to thee.
I will cry out to thee through all music I hear;
I will cry out to thee.
Hereafter for me all ocean and sky
Shall be but a wonderful wandering cry,
Be the meeting with thee either distant or near,
I will cry out to thee.

I will cry out to thee in day-breaking light,
I will cry out to thee.
I will cry out to thee in the deepening night,
I will cry out to thee.
I will cry out to thee in the glow-worm and star,
In all shadows that brood and all colors that are;
In the sunsetting red and the moonrise-white,
I will cry out to thee.

I will cry out to thee even when thou art dumb,
I will cry out to thee.
I will cry out to thee though no answer come,
I will cry out to thee.
It may take but a moment for thee to engage
My soul in thy service, or, perhaps, an age,
But to cry out to thee is not wearisome,
I will cry out to thee.

Whatever the hour of night or of day,
I will cry out to thee.
Through the noonday’s gold, or the evening’s grey,
I will cry out to thee.
But my cry will not ever be stormy or wild,
It will always contain the true note of a child,
Of a child who but cries and has nothing to say,
I will cry out to thee.

Though ages and ages may pass me by,
I will cry out to thee.
Though centuries bloom in thy gardens and die,
I will cry out to thee.
Though nobody listen, I will cry still
From the depths of my being, my God, until
My cry is a silence, my silence a cry,
I will cry out to thee.

Whatever may happen, whatever betide,
I will cry out to thee.
I will cry out to thee from deep down inside,
I will cry out to thee.
With a cry I will storm thee some day and win,
Thou wilt open the door and invite me in,
I will cry out to thee as no man ever cried,
I will cry out to thee.

Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Ravi.N on September 27, 2012, 07:14:14 AM
Jewell,
"I will cry out to Thee" is the approach Sri Ramakrishna recommends!
Harindranath Chattopadhyaya is from the same state of BengAl(calcutta).He has met Sri Bhagavan and this is figuring in 'Day by Day with Bhagavan' by Devaraja Mudaliar.Here it is the excerpt:

5-6-45 Afternoon

Myself, Harindranath Chattopadhyaya, G.V. Subbaramayyaand T. P. Ramachandra Aiyar were sitting in the front row just
opposite Bhagavan in the hall and G.V.S. said to H.C. “I recently came across a typed copy of some of your verses made at
Aurobindo Ashram, with Sri Aurobindo’s notes on the margin highly commending some verses.” Thereupon H.C. told
Bhagavan, “I stayed at Aurobindo’s Ashram for two years and I then made about 4000 sonnets and a poem of 50,000 lines plus
other poetry.” Apparently the fact that H.C. had been at Aurobindo’s Ashram before for two years was news to Bhagavan,
though it was not to some of us. This is the third visit of H.C. to Bhagavan. H.C. then gave us a recitation of two of his earliest
poems and one out of those made at Pondicherry
. They are given below. Bhagavan enjoyed the recitation.

(Harindranath recites the poems that I have posted-1.THE EARTHEN GOBLET
(A conversation between the poet and the goblet), 2.PITCHERS OF CLAY and 3.SHAPER SHAPED-Ravi )

After this I asked H.C. to recite before Bhagavan (or rather act as on the stage) a piece from a play of his in which a docklabourer
groaning under his work bursts out into a complaint. H.C. did so and all saw how moving a good recitation can be.
After a while H.C. asked Bhagavan, “How is it, Bhagavan, we sometimes feel choked with tears in Bhagavan’s Presence?”
Bhagavan smiled and kept quiet. I said, “It is a good thing if one’s tears gush forth like that and even of Bhagavan it is
recorded that when he used to go and stand before the image in the temple at Madura, before he came here, tears used to flow
involuntarily out of his eyes, not as the result of any joy or pain, but purely out of bhakti
.” Bhagavan was thereupon kind enough
to add, “Even after coming here such a thing has happened. Even on reading or hearing touching passages from books such
a thing has happened
. Apparently a stock of emotional tears is latent in so many of us, so that at any opportune moment, or on
the slightest provocation, they well out without any control on our part.”

Namaskar
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on September 27, 2012, 09:28:48 AM
Dear Ravi,

Yes. Crying for God is the sure way to get Him.  AzhuthAl unnai peRalAme....said Manikkavachagar. People in the world
cry for money, cry for kith and kin, cry for health, cry for food - but very few cry for God.

Arunachala Siva,   
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on September 27, 2012, 09:35:14 AM
Dear Ravi,

Manikkavachagar says in Tiruchadakam, Ananda Paravasam, last verse:

யானே பொய் என்நெஞ்சும் பொய் என் அன்பும் பொய்
ஆனால் வினையேன் அழுதால் உன்னைப் பெறலாமே
தேனே அமுதே கரும்பின் தெளிவே தித்திக்கும்
மானே அருளாய் அடியேன் உனை வந்து உறுமாறே. 94

I am falsity; my heart is falsity; even my love towards you is falsity.
But can I not get you when I weep for you?
O the honey, the nectar, the sugar cane juice!
Ever sweet God, please bless me to attain You.

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Ravi.N on September 27, 2012, 11:26:20 AM
Subramanian,
Yes friend.ManikkavAchakar's verse is absolutely disarming!
Namaskar.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 27, 2012, 09:58:23 PM
Jewell,
"I will cry out to Thee" is the approach Sri Ramakrishna recommends!
Harindranath Chattopadhyaya is from the same state of BengAl(calcutta).He has met Sri Bhagavan and this is figuring in 'Day by Day with Bhagavan' by Devaraja Mudaliar.Here it is the excerpt:

5-6-45 Afternoon

Myself, Harindranath Chattopadhyaya, G.V. Subbaramayyaand T. P. Ramachandra Aiyar were sitting in the front row just
opposite Bhagavan in the hall and G.V.S. said to H.C. “I recently came across a typed copy of some of your verses made at
Aurobindo Ashram, with Sri Aurobindo’s notes on the margin highly commending some verses.” Thereupon H.C. told
Bhagavan, “I stayed at Aurobindo’s Ashram for two years and I then made about 4000 sonnets and a poem of 50,000 lines plus
other poetry.” Apparently the fact that H.C. had been at Aurobindo’s Ashram before for two years was news to Bhagavan,
though it was not to some of us. This is the third visit of H.C. to Bhagavan. H.C. then gave us a recitation of two of his earliest
poems and one out of those made at Pondicherry
. They are given below. Bhagavan enjoyed the recitation.

(Harindranath recites the poems that I have posted-1.THE EARTHEN GOBLET
(A conversation between the poet and the goblet), 2.PITCHERS OF CLAY and 3.SHAPER SHAPED-Ravi )

After this I asked H.C. to recite before Bhagavan (or rather act as on the stage) a piece from a play of his in which a docklabourer
groaning under his work bursts out into a complaint. H.C. did so and all saw how moving a good recitation can be.
After a while H.C. asked Bhagavan, “How is it, Bhagavan, we sometimes feel choked with tears in Bhagavan’s Presence?”
Bhagavan smiled and kept quiet. I said, “It is a good thing if one’s tears gush forth like that and even of Bhagavan it is
recorded that when he used to go and stand before the image in the temple at Madura, before he came here, tears used to flow
involuntarily out of his eyes, not as the result of any joy or pain, but purely out of bhakti
.” Bhagavan was thereupon kind enough
to add, “Even after coming here such a thing has happened. Even on reading or hearing touching passages from books such
a thing has happened
. Apparently a stock of emotional tears is latent in so many of us, so that at any opportune moment, or on
the slightest provocation, they well out without any control on our part.”

Namaskar


Dear Sri Ravi,

Yes,that is the bhakta's approach. I always loved it,it seems somehow,natural,simple. Only,if this reason,curiosity would not mix... I felt that way when i was reading this poems. Not only that i love that Love which i can feel in them,but that will,determination,unshakable faith,that even in hell,Love will not be any less! No matter what. I saw that all in this poem. I will read more about Harindranath.
Thats way i love Swami Vivekananda so much. He have all that,and was a truly Great,Great Soul! And i look on Sri Ramakrishna Paramhansa and Him,like on one Great fusion. All Love and All Strenght!

And interesting story about meeting with Bhagavan.

Thank You Sri Ravi!!!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 27, 2012, 10:25:32 PM
WING-INTOXICATED


My will is like an olden
And lonely standing hill:
God’s solitary eagle
Of vision proud and regal
With pinions wide and golden
Is monarch of my will:
My will is like an olden
And lonely-standing hill.

My love is like a boundless
Ever-unclouded sky:
No shade shall ever trample
Its azure, deep and ample,
Below, time is a soundless
And ineffectual cry:
My love is like a boundless
Ever-unclouded sky.

My soul is like a lonely
Ripe lustre-warmth that leavens
Millenniums of greyness,
And mortal far-awayness,
Keen as a star when only
One star is in the heavens,—
My soul is like a lonely
Ripe lustre-warmth that leavens.

My hope is like the playing
Of some ecstatic flute,
When, in unruffled weather,
Sweet angels meet together
In heaven, holidaying
In childhood absolute:
My hope is like the playing
Of some ecstatic flute.

My prayer is like a branching
Giant-aspiring tree:
Rich with the bloom-and-wing-time,
God’s everlasting springtime
Which ne’er hath known the blanching
By winters that might be:
My prayer is like a branching
Giant-aspiring tree.

My faith is like a mountain
That rises higher and higher,
Nothing dare overcome it,
Since there, upon its summit,
Playeth the deathless fountain
Of death-consuming fire:
My faith is like a mountain
That rises higher and higher.

Harindranath Chattopadhyaya
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 28, 2012, 10:31:09 PM
A Blessing

The Mother’s heart, the hero’s will,
The softest flowers’ sweetest feel;
The charm and force that ever sway
The altar-fire’s flaming play;
The strength that leads, in love obeys;
Far-reaching dreams, and patient ways,
Eternal faith in Self, in all,
The light Divine in great, in small;
All these and more than I could see,
Today may “Mother” grant to thee!

 Swami Vivekananda
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on September 28, 2012, 10:47:13 PM
The Song Of The Free

The wounded snake its hood unfurls,
The flame stirred up doth blaze,
The desert air resounds the calls
Of heart-struck lion’s rage.

The cloud puts forth it deluge strength
When lightning cleaves its breast,
When the soul is stirred to its in most depth
Great ones unfold their best.

Let eyes grow dim and heart grow faint,
And friendship fail and love betray,
Let Fate its hundred horrors send,
And clotted darkness block the way.

All nature wear one angry frown,
To crush you out – still know, my soul,
You are Divine. March on and on,
Nor right nor left but to the goal.

Nor angel I, nor man, nor brute,
Nor body, mind, nor he nor she,
The books do stop in wonder mute
To tell my nature; I am He.

Before the sun, the moon, the earth,
Before the stars or comets free,
Before e’en time has had its birth,
I was, I am, and I will be.

The beauteous earth, the glorious sun,
The calm sweet moon, the spangled sky,
Causation’s law do make them run;
They live in bonds, in bonds they die.

And mind its mantle dreamy net
Cast o’er them all and holds them fast.
In warp and woof of thought are set,
Earth, hells, and heavens, or worst or best.

Know these are but the outer crust -
All space and time, all effect, cause.
I am beyond all sense, all thoughts,
The witness of the universe.

Not two nor many, ’tis but one,
And thus in me all me’s I have;
I cannot hate, I cannot shun
Myself from me, I can but love.

From dreams awake, from bonds be free,
Be not afraid. This mystery,
My shadow, cannot frighten me,
Know once for all that I am He.

- Swami Vivekananda
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 02, 2012, 12:44:58 AM
A Benediction

The mother’s heart, the hero’s will,
The sweetness of the southern breeze,
The sacred charm and strength that dwell
On Aryan altars, flaming, free;
All these be yours, and many more
No ancient soul could dream before –
Be thou to India’s future son
The mistress, servant, friend in one.

 - Swami Vivekananda
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 02, 2012, 10:50:43 PM
Quote
"Be strong! … You talk of ghosts and devils. We are the living devils. The sign of life is strength and growth. The sign of death is weakness. Whatever is weak, avoid! It is death. If it is strength, go down into hell and get hold of it! There is salvation only for the brave. "None but the brave deserves the fair." None but the bravest deserves salvation.

Discriminate within yourself between the real and the unreal. Have you not read the Vedanta? Even when you sleep, keep the sword of discrimination at the head of your bed, so that covetousness cannot approach you even in dream. Practicing such strength, renunciation will gradually come, and then you will see the portals of heaven are wide open to you.
Swami Vivekananda
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 06, 2012, 01:54:15 AM
Do You Love Me?

A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?

The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.

I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.

I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.

I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.

If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.

 Rumi
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Ravi.N on October 06, 2012, 05:48:13 AM
jewell,
Wonderful verses of Rumi.Thanks very much.
Namaskar.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 06, 2012, 05:21:19 PM
Thank You,dear Sri Ravi!

Indeed are beautiful,those words reflect many thoughts and feelings which we encounter in this search and quest for Reality. They belong to Grace,they are Love itself,thats way they are Universal. They Are Reality,God itself,i would say...
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 06, 2012, 07:04:45 PM
Give All To Love

~

Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good fame,
Plans, credit, and the muse;
Nothing refuse.

‘Tis a brave master,
Let it have scope,
Follow it utterly,
Hope beyond hope;
High and more high,
It dives into noon,
With wing unspent,
Untold intent;
But ’tis a god,
Knows its own path,
And the outlets of the sky.
‘Tis not for the mean,
It requireth courage stout,
Souls above doubt,
Valor unbending;
Such ’twill reward,
They shall return
More than they were,
And ever ascending.

Leave all for love; –
Yet, hear me, yet,
One word more thy heart behoved,
One pulse more of firm endeavor,
Keep thee to-day,
To-morrow, for ever,
Free as an Arab
Of thy beloved.
Cling with life to the maid;
But when the surprise,
Vague shadow of surmise,
Flits across her bosom young
Of a joy apart from thee,
Free be she, fancy-free,
Do not thou detain a hem,
Nor the palest rose she flung
From her summer diadem.

Though thou loved her as thyself,
As a self of purer clay,
Tho’ her parting dims the day,
Stealing grace from all alive,
Heartily know,
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.

- Ralph Emerson
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 07, 2012, 12:59:37 AM
Think On

Think within thee, till the light of day
Be as the darkness of very night—
Till the self-illuminated Way
Show thee the Darkness to be but Light.

Then shall the bounds of the solid Earth
Mingle with the liquid of the Sky:
Then shalt thou gain freedom from Re-birth,
Merging into Shiv the Self on high.

When the nectar of the waning Moon
Riseth to feed the awaiting Sun,
What is it aught but an empty boon?
Booty that the maw of Rah hath won.

Yet shall Self-illuminated Thought
Show another picture, late or soon:—
Ignorance blind—as a demon caught;
Rah himself as booty of the Moon.

There be that to know and to be known.
There be knowledge, too, to know them by.
By the Light in thee shall both be shown,
Thinking and thinking, if thou but try.

Rah it was came booty for the Moon;
Now shall the Moon be booty of thine.
Think on, and both shall a void soon:
Only shall remain the Thought Divine.

By: Lalla
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 07, 2012, 07:03:59 PM
Let Me be Mad

O incomparable Giver of life, cut reason loose at last!

Let it wander grey-eyed from vanity to vanity.

Shatter open my skull, pour in it the wine of madness!

Let me be mad, as You; mad with You, with us.

Beyond the sanity of fools is a burning desert

Where Your sun is whirling in every atom:

Beloved, drag me there, let me roast in Perfection!

- Rumi
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on October 07, 2012, 07:13:09 PM
Dear Jewell,

See this Manikkavachagar's verse which speaks in the same strain:


இருந்து என்னை ஆண்டுகொள் விற்றுக்கொள் ஒற்றிவை என்னின் அல்லால்
விருந்தினனேனை விடுதி கண்டாய் மிக்க நஞ்சு அமுதாய்
அருந்தினனே மன்னும் உத்திரகோச மங்கைக்கு அரசே
மருந்தினனே பிறவிப் பிணிப்பட்டு மடங்கினர்க்கே. 122

Arunachala Siva.



Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Ravi.N on October 07, 2012, 10:28:09 PM
Subramanian,
How do you expect jewell to understand mAnikkavAchakar's tamizh?!!!
Namaskar.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 08, 2012, 02:52:12 AM
Dear Sri Ravi,

Subramanian,
How do you expect jewell to understand mAnikkavAchakar's tamizh?!!!
Namaskar.

 :)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 08, 2012, 02:56:08 AM
Dear Jewell,

See this Manikkavachagar's verse which speaks in the same strain:


இருந்து என்னை ஆண்டுகொள் விற்றுக்கொள் ஒற்றிவை என்னின் அல்லால்
விருந்தினனேனை விடுதி கண்டாய் மிக்க நஞ்சு அமுதாய்
அருந்தினனே மன்னும் உத்திரகோச மங்கைக்கு அரசே
மருந்தினனே பிறவிப் பிணிப்பட்டு மடங்கினர்க்கே. 122

Arunachala Siva.

Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

I would like to know,but i dont understand. :) I can see only some beautiful letters. :)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 08, 2012, 03:07:17 AM
I Have A Hundred Lives

 

I have a hundred lives before me yet
To grasp thee in, O Spirit ethereal,
Be sure I will with heart insatiate
Pursue thee like a hunter through them all.

Thou yet shalt turn back on the eternal way
And with awakened vision watch me come
Smiling a little at errors past and lay
Thy eager hand in mine, its proper home.

Meanwhile made happy by thy happiness
I shall approach thee in things and people dear,
And in thy spirit’s motions half-possess,
Loving what thou hast loved, shall feel thee near,

Until I lay my hands on thee indeed
Somewhere among the stars, as ’twas decreed.

- Sri Aurobindo
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 08, 2012, 04:17:40 AM
Sleep

Sleep has not visited me the whole night,
Will the dawn ever come?
O my companion,
Once I awoke with a start from a dream.
Now the remembrance from that vision
Never fades.
My life is ebbing as I choke and sigh,
When will the Lord of the Afflicted come
I have lost my senses and gone mad,
But the Lord knows my secret.
He who deals out life and death
nows the secret of Mira’s pain.

- Mirabai
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Nagaraj on October 08, 2012, 04:52:39 AM
Sleep

Sleep has not visited me the whole night,
Will the dawn ever come?
O my companion,
Once I awoke with a start from a dream.
Now the remembrance from that vision
Never fades.
My life is ebbing as I choke and sigh,
When will the Lord of the Afflicted come
I have lost my senses and gone mad,
But the Lord knows my secret.
He who deals out life and death
nows the secret of Mira’s pain.

- Mirabai

Dear Sri Jewel,

Thank you for this post. I don't know what made you post this, thank you. It is like it has been posted just for me. This is the first post or prayer, that i read today.

Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 08, 2012, 10:48:03 PM
Dear Sri Nagaraj, I am glad that You liked this post,poem. I always post something which reflect my feelings in that particular moment,and last night betwen three poems,i somehow chose this one.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 09, 2012, 12:01:37 AM
The Beauty of the Heart

The beauty of the heart

is the lasting beauty:

its lips give to drink

of the water of life.
Truly it is the water,

that which pours,

and the one who drinks.

All three become one when

your talisman is shattered.

That oneness you can’t know

by reasoning.

 Rumi
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on October 09, 2012, 02:30:21 PM
Dear Jewell,

Akka Mahadevi is more boisterous. Unlike Mirabai, she does not beg for the sight of Siva. She decided to elope with Him.

Read this wonderful poem: 

I have Maya for mother in law;
  the world for father in law;
  three brothers in law, like tigers;

and the husband's thoughts
  are full of laughing women;
  no god, this man,

And I cannot cross the sister in law,

But I willl
give this wench the slip
and go cuckold my husband with Hara, my Lord.

My mind is my maidl
by her kindness, I join
my Lord
  my utterly beautiful Lord
  from the mountain peaks,
  my Lord white as Jasmine,
and I will make Him
my good husband.

- A.K. Ramanujan's translation from Kannada.

Arunachala Siva.     
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 09, 2012, 11:26:43 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

I love Akka Mahadevi,Her approach and Her poems!! But i love Mirabai too. I love that Intense longing and love which i can see in those poems. I cannot deside what i love more,both of them have something very unique. And that something i find in every poet and poem i usually chose.

Beautiful poem! Thank You for sharing it!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 10, 2012, 02:12:44 AM
THE HOLY WATER


No one lives outside the walls of this sacred place, existence.

The holy water, I need it upon my eyes: it is you, dear, you – each form.

What mother would lose her infant – and we are that to God,
never lost from His gaze are we? Every cry of the heart
is attended by light’s own arms.

You cannot wander anywhere that will not aid you.

Anything you can touch – God brought it into
the classroom of your mind.

Differences exist, but not in the city of love.

Thus my vows and yours, I know they are the same.

I have just peeled the skin from the potato
and you are still contemplating its worth,
sweetheart; indeed there are wonderful nutrients in all,
for God made everything.

You joined our community at birth.

With your Father being who He is, what do the
world’s scales know of your precious value.

The priest and the prostitute – they weigh the same before the Son’s
immaculate being,
but who can bear that truth and freedom,
so a wise man adulterated the
scriptures;
every wise man knows this.

My soul’s face has revealed its beauty to me;
why was it shy so long, didn’t it know how this made me suffer
and weep?

A different game He plays with His close ones.

God tells us truths you would not believe,
for most everyone needs to limit His compassion; concepts of
right and wrong preserve the golden seed
until one of God’s friends comes along and tends your body
like a divine bride.

The Holy sent out a surveyor to find the limits of its compassion
and being.

God knows a divine frustration whenever He acts like that,
for the Infinite has
no walls.

Why not tease Him about this?

Why not accept the freedom of what it means
for our Lord to see us
as Himself.

So magnificently sovereign is our Lover; never say,
“On the other side of this river a different King rules.’

For how could that be true – for nothing can oppose Infinite strength.

No one lives outside the walls of this sacred place, existence.

The holy water my soul’s brow needs is unity.

Love opened my eye and I was cleansed
by the purity of each
form.

 Rabia
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Ravi.N on October 10, 2012, 06:31:09 AM
Jewell,
Wonderful poem of Rabbia.Thanks very much.Here is a poem on Rabbia:


                   RABBIA

        Rabbia, sick upon her bed,
        By two saints was visited —
        Holy Malik, Hassan wise —
        Men of mark in Moslem eyes.
        Hassan said, "Whose prayer is pure
        Will God's chastisements endure."
        Malik, from a deeper sense
        Uttered his experience:
        "He who loves his master's choice
        Will in chastisement rejoice."
        Rabbia saw some selfish will
        In their maxims lingering still,
        And replied "O men of grace,
        He who sees his Master's face,
        Will not in his prayers recall
        That he is chastised at all !"
                                                        — Persian Poem


Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 10, 2012, 10:04:43 PM
Dear Sri Ravi, :) Beautiful! So true..  Thank You Very much!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 11, 2012, 01:58:44 AM
True Love

TRUE love has vanished from every heart;
What has befallen all lovers fair?
When did the bonds of friendship part?–
What has befallen the friends that were?
Ah, why are the feet of Khizr lingering?–
The waters of life are no longer clear,
The purple rose has turned pale with fear,
And what has befallen the wind of Spring?

None now sayeth: “A love was mine,
Loyal and wise, to dispel my care.”
None remembers love’s right divine;
What has befallen all lovers fair?
In the midst of the field, to the players’ feet,
The ball of God’s favour and mercy came,
But none has leapt forth to renew the game–
What has befallen the horsemen fleet?

Roses have bloomed, yet no bird rejoiced,
No vibrating throat has rung with the tale;
What can have silenced the hundred-voiced?
What has befallen the nightingale?
Heaven’s music is hushed, and the planets roll
In silence; has Zohra broken her lute?
There is none to press out the vine’s ripe fruit,
And what has befallen the foaming bowl?

A city where kings are but lovers crowned,
A land from the dust of which friendship springs–
Who has laid waste that enchanted ground?
What has befallen the city of kings?
Years have passed since a ruby was won
From the mine of manhood; they labour in vain,
The fleet-footed wind and the quickening rain,
And what has befallen the light of the sun?

Hafiz, the secret of God’s dread task
No man knoweth, in youth or prime
Or in wisest age; of whom would’st thou ask:
What has befallen the wheels of Time?

- Hafiz
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 12, 2012, 02:27:30 AM
Prayer for Peace – Pir Inayat Khan



Send Thy peace, O Lord, which is perfect and everlasting,
That our souls may radiate peace.
Send Thy peace, O Lord, that we may think, act and speak,
Hamoniously.
Send Thy peace, O Lord, that we may be contented and
Thankful for Thy bountiful gifts.
Send Thy peace, O Lord, that amidst our worldly strife we
may enjoy Thy bliss.
Send Thy peace, O Lord, that we may endure all, tolerate all
In the thought of Thy grace and mercy.
Send Thy peace, O lord, that our lives may become a divine
vision, and in Thy light all darkness may vanish.
Send Thy peace, O Lord, our Father and Mother, that we
Thy children on earth may all unite in one family.

 Hazrat Inayat Khan
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 12, 2012, 02:32:55 AM
Whoever Brought Me Here

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I’ll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I’m like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.

This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.
I don’t plan it.
When I’m outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

 Rumi
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Ravi.N on October 12, 2012, 07:38:43 AM
jewell,

Quote
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.

Beautiful poem of Rumi.Thanks very much.
Namaskar.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 12, 2012, 05:40:33 PM
Thank You,dear Sri Ravi!

That particular part,which You quoted,i like the most. :)
Whoever brought me here,will have to take me home...
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 12, 2012, 07:19:03 PM
Love and Imagination

Love and imagination are magicians

Who create an image of the Beloved in your mind

With which you share your secret intimate moments.

This apparition is made of nothing at al,

But from its mouth comes the question,

‘Am I not your Loved One?’

and from you the soft reply’Yes.Yes.Yes.’

- Rumi
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 13, 2012, 01:07:26 AM
THAT LIVES IN US

If you put your hands on this oar with me,
they will never harm another, and they will come to find
they hold everything you want.

If you put your hands on this oar with me, they would no longer
lift anything to your
mouth that might wound your precious land-
that sacred earth that is
your body.

If you put your soul against this oar with me,
the power that made the universe will enter your sinew
from a source not outside your limbs, but from a holy realm
that lives in us.

Exuberant is existence, time a husk.

When the moment cracks open, ecstasy leaps out and devours space;
love goes mad with the blessings, like my words give.

Why lay yourself on the torturer’s rack of the past and future?

The mind that tries to shape tomorrow beyond its capacities
will find no rest.

Be kind to yourself, dear- to our innocent follies.

Forget any sounds or touch you knew that did not help you dance.

You will come to see that all evolves us.

If you put your heart against the earth with me, in serving
every creature, our Beloved will enter you from our sacred realm
and we will be, we will be
so happy.

 Rumi
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 13, 2012, 08:19:53 PM
I Am and I Am Not

I’m drenched
in the flood
which has yet to come

I’m tied up
in the prison
which has yet to exist

Not having played
the game of chess
I’m already the checkmate

Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I’m already drunk

Not having entered
the battlefield

I’m already wounded and slain

I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality

Like the shadow

I am

And

I am not

 Rumi
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 13, 2012, 09:10:26 PM
The Call of The Impossible

Our godhead calls us in unrealised things.
Asleep in the wide fields of destiny,
A world guarded by Silence’ rustling wings
Sheltered their fine impossibility.

But part, but quiver the cerulean gates,
Close splendours look into our dreaming eyes;
We bear proud deities and magnificent fates;
Faces and hands come near from Paradise.

What shone thus far above is here in us;
Bliss unattained our future’s birthright is;
Beauty of our dim soul is amorous,
We are the heirs of infinite widenesses.

The impossible is the hint of what shall be,
Mortal the door to immortality.

Sri Aurobindo
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 15, 2012, 12:07:22 AM
One Vast Garden

“I find one vast garden spread out all over the universe.

All plants, all human beings, all higher mind bodies

are about in this garden in various ways ,

each has his own uniqueness and beauty.

Their presence and variety give me great delight.

Every one of you adds with his special feature to the glory of the garden.”


Sri Ananandamayi Ma
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 15, 2012, 12:20:07 AM
The Blossom Never Knows



The blossom never knows the fragrance sweet

That in its blossom’s mystery lies,

The deeps that mirror forth the Infinite

Question its secrets with their sighs.

For whom throng still the murmuring bees,

Restless amid the perfumed trees?

Whose memory thrills the impassioned breeze

And paints the magic skies?

Whose one lamps through the way-lost night

Glimmer in moon and starry light?

Whose glory in the dawn breaks bright?

For whom yearns all and cries?

For whose greatness down the ages long

Are the wide heavens a sapphire song?

For whom runs the stream with bablling tongue,

Repeats whose harmonies?

Whose breath perfumes trees, flower and grass,

Inspires the atoms’s dance in space?

Whose trailing robes in twilight pass,

A shadow in longing eyes?

Oh, if thou never wilt appear,

Why are thy masks of Beauty here?

Why sound thy anklets everywhere,

The spell that never dies?

My heart forgets that in my heart

Thy throne for ever lies.

- Dilip Kumar Roy
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 15, 2012, 04:19:34 AM
This We Have Now

This we have now
is not imagination.

This is not
grief or joy.

Not a judging state,
or an elation,
or sadness.

Those come and go.
This is the presence that doesn't.

From Essential Rumi
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 15, 2012, 04:24:50 AM
The spiritual path wrecks the body and afterwards restores it to health.
 It destroys the house to unearth the treasure, and with that treasure builds it better than before.
That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full blown beauty, He said to my heart,
 and made it a hundred times more beautiful.
The core of every fruit is better than its rind: consider the body to be the rind, and its friend, the spirit, to be the core.
seek it, inspired by the Divine breath.
For lovers, the only teaching is the beauty of the Beloved: their only book and lecture is the Face.
Outwardly they are silent, but their penetrating remembrance rises to the high throne of their Friend.
Their only lesson is enthusiasm, whirling, and trembling, not the minor details of law.

Rumi
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 15, 2012, 04:29:41 AM
Learn the backward step that turns your light inward to illuminate your self.
Body and mind of themselves will drop away, and your original face will be manifest.

Coming, going, the waterbirds don't leave a trace, don't follow a path.
Midnight. No waves, no wind, the empty boat is flooded with moonlight.

Enlightenment is like the moon reflected on the water. The moon does not get wet, nor is the water broken.
Although its light is wide and great, The moon is reflected even in a puddle an inch wide.
he whole moon and the entire sky Are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.

Dogen
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Ravi.N on October 15, 2012, 06:50:02 AM
Jewell,
Beautiful poems;I like the simple one by Rumi-This We Have Now .Thanks very much.
Namaskar.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 15, 2012, 05:50:52 PM
Dear Sri Ravi,

Yes,it is beautiful,the Truth itself. This we have now. What can be said more..

Thank You Very much!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 16, 2012, 01:24:43 AM
You are not accidental. Existence needs you.
Without you something will be missing in existence and nobody can replace it.
That's what gives you dignity, that the whole existence will miss you.
The stars and sun and moon, the trees and birds and earth -
everything in the universe will feel a small place is vacant which cannot be filled by anybody except you.

This gives you a tremendous joy, a fulfillment that you are related to existence,
and existence cares for you. Once you are clean and clear, you can see tremendous love falling on you from all dimensions.

The stars, the rocks, the trees, the flowers, fish and birds - all are our brothers and sisters in this dance of life.
We human beings tend to forget this, as we pursue our own private agendas and believe we must fight to get what we need.
But ultimately, our sense of separateness is just an illusion, manufactured by the narrow preoccupations of the mind.

Now is the time to look at whether you are allowing yourself to receive the extraordinary gift of feeling "at "home" wherever you are.
If you are, be sure to take time to savor it so it can deepen and remain with you.
If on the other hand you've been feeling like the world is out to get you, it's time to take a break. Go outside tonight and look at the stars.

Osho
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 16, 2012, 01:36:46 AM
Before there was a trace of this world of men,

I carried the memory of a lock of your hair,

A stray end gathered within me, though unknown.

Inside that invisible realm,

Your face like the sun longed to be seen,

Until each separate object was finally flung into light.

From the moment of Time’s first-drawn breath,

Love resides in us,

A treasure locked into the heart’s hidden vault;

Before the first seed broke open the rose bed of Being,

An inner lark soared through your meadows,

Heading toward Home.

What can I do but thank you, one hundred times?

Your face illumines the shrine of Hayati’s eyes,

Constantly present and lovely.


Poem by Bibi Hayati
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 16, 2012, 06:42:10 PM
Who Knows How Mother Plays


Perchance a prophet thou-
Who knows? Who dares touch
The depths where Mother hides
Her silent failless bolts!
Perchance the child had glimpse
Of shades, behind the scenes,
With eager eyes and strained,
Quivering forms-ready
To jump in front and be
Events, resistless, strong.
Who knows but Mother, how,
And where, and when, they come?
Perchance the shining sage
Saw more than he could tell;
Who knows, what soul, and when,
The Mother makes Her throne?
What law would freedom bind?
What merit guide Her will,
Whose freak is greatest order,
Whose will resistless law?
To child may glories ope
Which father never dreamt;
May thousandfold in daughter
Her powers Mother store.


- Swami Vivekananda
(http://www.oshoteachings.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/osho-on-swami-vivekananda-satori.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 17, 2012, 01:52:11 AM
1. Gracious Lord who was born at the sacred place
the glorious gods of heaven are delighted to praise,
famous Tiruchuli.

2. The sea of nectar, the dweller in Arunachala was born of
the love of Alagu and Sundara. Out of love, the formless
One took human form.

3. Untainted knowledge flowed as the sea of love to the
fine Virupaksha cave on Aruna Hill and took form as
this pure being.

4. He threw down and stood with his feet on illusion, the
challenger; he did away with the deceitful senses and the
mass of past karma.

5. He who was taken up and embraced by Lord Arunachala,
my Lord and Master - he is Grace which took form and
stood as the wish-fulfilling tree.

Ramana Sadguru, Ramana Sadguru,
Ramana Sadguru, my Lord!
Ramana Sadguru, Ramana Sadguru,
Ramana Sadguru, my Lord!

(http://beforeglow.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/ramana_maharshi_191.jpg)
(http://www.a-w-i-p.com/media/blogs/spiritual-matters//Arunachala_lake_77.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 19, 2012, 09:21:34 PM
Recognition


The longing of the mind is to be extraordinary. The ego thirsts and hungers for the recognition that you are somebody. Somebody achieves that dream through wealth, somebody else achieves that dream through power, politics; somebody else can achieve that dream through miracles, jugglery, but the dream remains the same: "I cannot tolerate being nobody."

And this is a miracle-- when you accept your nobodiness, when you are just as ordinary as anybody else, when you don't ask for any recognition, when you can exist as if you are not existing. To be absent is the miracle.

This story is beautiful, one of the most beautiful Zen anecdotes, and Bankei is one of the superb Masters. But Bankei was an ordinary man.

Once it happened that Bankei was working in his garden. A seeker came, a man in search of a Master, and he asked Bankei, "Gardener, where is the Master?"

Bankei laughed and said, "Wait. Go in through that door, and inside you will find the Master."

So the man went round and came inside. He saw Bankei sitting on a throne, the same man who was the gardener outside. The seeker said, "Are you kidding? Get down from this throne. This is sacrilegious, you don't pay any respect to the Master."

Bankei got down, sat on the ground, and said, "Now then, it is difficult. Now you will not find the Master here ... because I am the Master."

It was difficult for that man to see that a great Master could work in the garden, could be just ordinary. He left. He couldn't believe that this man was the Master; he missed.

Everybody is afraid of being nobody. Only very rare and extraordinary people are not afraid of being nobody --a Gautam Buddha, a Bankei. A nobody is not an ordinary phenomenon; it is one of the greatest experiences in life--that you are, and still you are not. That you are just pure existence with no name, with no address, with no boundaries... neither a sinner nor a saint, neither inferior nor superior, just a silence.

People are afraid because their whole personality will be gone; their name, their fame, their respectability, all will be gone; hence, the fear. But death is going to take them away from you anyway. Those who are wise allow these things to drop by themselves. Then nothing is left for death to take away. Then all fear disappears, because death cannot come to you; you don't have anything for death. Death cannot kill a nobody.

Once you feel your nobodiness you have become immortal. The experience of nobodiness is exactly the meaning of nirvana, of nothingness, of absolute undisturbed silence, with no ego, with no personality, with no hypocrisy--just this silence... and these insects singing in the night.

You are here in a way, and still you are not.

You are here because of the old association with the body, but look within and you are not. And this insight, where there is pure silence and pure isness, is your reality, which death cannot destroy. This is your eternity, this is your immortality.

There is nothing to fear. There is nothing to lose. And if you think anything is lost--your name, your respectability, your fame--they are worthless. They are playthings for children, not for mature people. It is time for you to be mature, it is time for you to be ripe, time for you just to be.

Your somebodiness is so small. The more you are somebody, the smaller you are; the more you are nobody, the bigger. Be absolutely nobody, and you are one with the existence itself.

Osho
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 19, 2012, 09:46:15 PM
Renewal

When the heart tires and the throb stills recalling
Things that were once and again can be never,
When the bow falls and the drawn string is broken,
Hands that were clasped, yet for ever are parted,

When the soul passes to new births and bodies,
Lands never seen and meetings with new faces,
Is the bow raised and the fall’n arrow fitted,
Acts that were vain rewedded to the Fate-curve?

To the lives sundered can Time bring rejoining,
Love that was slain be reborn with the body?
In the mind null, from the heart’s chords rejected,
Lost to the sense, but the spirit remembers!

 Sri Aurobindo
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 19, 2012, 10:12:55 PM
I am a vagabond, but never ask me
From where I came.
I only know that I came like a shadow,
I’ll pass like a flame.
Every man that you meet on the roadway
And in the street,
Without his knowing hides a great vagabond’s
Tune in his feet.
What is the sun but a vagabond’s laughter?
What are the stars but a vagabond’s tears?
And the wide world is a wandering vagabond
Looking for someone through the long years.

HARINDRANATH CHATTOPADHYAYA
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 19, 2012, 10:23:28 PM
LIGHT DIVINE


O light I already face to face
I meet you everywhere I go;
Already I begin to know
The poignant bliss of your embrace.

The colored lights which fill the skies
Of moon and sun and star on star,
Now that you flood my being, are
Reflected shadows from my eyes.

One touch of you, O light sublime,
O alchemy of alchemies!
Transmutes this fretting flesh and frees
The spirit from the bonds of time.

The dust of lanes beneath my feet
Is dappled with your warmth of gold;
It is your flowering I behold
In every man in every street.

O light! Already you have come
Into my life without delay;
These lips have nothing more to say
Beyond that they are stricken dumb!

HARINDRANATH CHATTOPADHYAYA


(http://cdn.c.photoshelter.com/img-get/I0000VgwheIAScW8/s/860/860/Truth-and-Beauty.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 21, 2012, 06:12:41 AM
I said to this wanting creature inside me

I said to the wanting-creature inside me:
What is this river you want to cross?
There are no travelers on the river-road, and no road.
Do you see anyone moving about on that bank, or nesting?

There is no river at all, and no boat, and no boatman.
There is no tow rope either, and no one to pull it.
There is no ground, no sky, no time, no bank, no ford!

And there is no body, and no mind!
Do you believe there is some place that will make the
soul less thirsty?
In that great absence you will find nothing.

Be strong then, and enter into your own body;
there you have a solid place for your feet.
Think about it carefully!
Don’t go off somewhere else!

Kabir says this: just throw away all thoughts of
imaginary things,
and stand firm in that which you are.

 Kabir
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 22, 2012, 12:47:32 AM
Shiva

On the white summit of eternity
A single Soul of bare infinities,
Guarded he keeps by a fire-screen of peace
His mystic loneliness of nude ecstasy.
But, touched by an immense delight to be,
He looks across unending depths and sees
Musing amid the inconscient silences
The Mighty Mother’s dumb felicity.

Half now awake she rises to his glance;
Then, moved to circling by her heart-beats’ will,
The rhythmic worlds describe that passion-dance.
Life springs in her and Mind is born; her face
She lifts to Him who is Herself, until
The Spirit leaps into the Spirit’s embrace.

Sri Aurobindo

(http://www.iloveindia.com/spirituality/gods/gifs/shiva-hindu-god.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 22, 2012, 12:57:36 AM
O servant where dost thou seek me


O servant, where dost thou seek Me?

O servant, where dost thou seek Me?

Lo ! I am beside thee.

I am neither in temple nor in mosque:
I am neither in Kaaba nor in Kailash:

Neither am I in rites and ceremonies,
nor in Yoga and renunciation.

If thou art a true seeker, thou shalt at once see Me:
thou shalt meet Me in a moment of time.

Kabir says, ‘ O Sadhu ! God is the breath of all breath.’

- Kabir
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 23, 2012, 04:02:53 PM
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 23, 2012, 04:04:49 PM
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 23, 2012, 04:08:58 PM
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 23, 2012, 04:25:33 PM
Looking for your own face

Your face is neither infinite nor ephemeral.
You can never see your own face,
only a reflection, not the face itself.

So you sigh in front of mirrors
and cloud the surface.

It’s better to keep your breath cold.
Hold it, like a diver does in the ocean.
One slight movement, the mirror-image goes.

Don’t be dead or asleep or awake.
Don’t be anything.

What you most want,
what you travel around wishing to find,
lose yourself as lovers lose themselves,
and you’ll be that.

- Attar
(http://files.abovetopsecret.com/files/img/fd4f2dd3fb.gif)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 23, 2012, 06:35:45 PM
Intoxicated by the Wine of Love


Intoxicated by the Wine of Love.
From each a mystic silence Love demands.
What do all seek so earnestly? ‘Tis Love.
What do they whisper to each other? Love.
Love is the subject of their inmost thoughts.
In Love no longer ‘thou’ and ‘I’ exist,
For Self has passed away in the Beloved.
Now will I draw aside the veil from Love,
And in the temple of mine inmost soul,
Behold the Friend; Incomparable Love.
He who would know the secret of both worlds,
Will find the secret of them both, is Love.

- Farid ud Din Attar
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 23, 2012, 07:40:55 PM
Sonnet CXVI

~

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
   If this be error and upon me proved,
   I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

- William Shakespeare
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 24, 2012, 12:28:05 AM
SONG OF FLOWER-AND-FRUIT


Master-player! play your flute!
Since it is my being’s flame-time:
Lo, I am both flower and fruit
At the same time.

See my petals open wide
Where the God-bee comes and settles
Drunk with honey-aeons inside
The circling petals.

Concentrated, ripe and mute,
Inly-gathered, inly-sweet now
I lie as a voiceless fruit
At your feet now.

Master-player! in this hour
Of enchantment stop your playing:
Gather up both fruit and flower
Without delaying.

HARINDRANATH CHATTOPADHYAYA
(http://sdgonline.org/viraha/p/2012/08/The-wonderful-lotus-face-of-Murari-Sri-Krishna.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 24, 2012, 12:47:27 AM
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I have fallen in love


I have fallen in love, O mother with the

Beautiful One, who knows no death,
knows no decay and has no form;

I have fallen in love, O mother with the

Beautiful One, who has no middle, has
no end, has no parts and has no features;

I have fallen in love, O mother with the

Beautiful One, who knows no birth and
knows no fear.

I have fallen in love, O mother with the

Beautiful One, who is without any family,
without any country and without any peer;

Chenna Mallikarjuna, the Beautiful, is my husband.

Fling into the fire the husbands who are subject
to death and decay.

- Mahadevi
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on October 24, 2012, 08:23:49 PM
Dear Jewell,

Saint Manikkvachagar sings:

When you placed your Feet on my head
I left all my relations*
In the many tanks that is surrounding Thillai Hall of Consciousness,
Let us praise His feet which is refuge, and then pluck flowers in the gardens!


(*mother, father, husband, wife, sons and daughters etc)

 
இணையார் திருவடி என்தலைமேல் வைத்தலுமே
துணையான சுற்றங்கள் அத்தனையும் துறந்தொழிந்தேன்
அணையார் புனற்றில்லை அம்பலத்தே ஆடுகின்ற
புணையாளன் சீர்பாடிப் பூவல்லி கொய்யாமோ. 275

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 24, 2012, 10:09:11 PM
Dear Jewell,

Saint Manikkvachagar sings:

When you placed your Feet on my head
I left all my relations*
In the many tanks that is surrounding Thillai Hall of Consciousness,
Let us praise His feet which is refuge, and then pluck flowers in the gardens!


(*mother, father, husband, wife, sons and daughters etc)

 
இணையார் திருவடி என்தலைமேல் வைத்தலுமே
துணையான சுற்றங்கள் அத்தனையும் துறந்தொழிந்தேன்
அணையார் புனற்றில்லை அம்பலத்தே ஆடுகின்ற
புணையாளன் சீர்பாடிப் பூவல்லி கொய்யாமோ. 275

Arunachala Siva.

Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

Beautiful verse! And it is in the same context Mahadevi's above poem. When we are intoxicated with love for God,all other relations are meaningless and abandoned. Only He can comfort us then,everything else is forgoten.
Thank You Very much!

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 24, 2012, 11:04:35 PM
Upon the hearth the fire is red


Upon the hearth the fire is red,
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet,
Still round the corner we may meet
A sudden tree or standing stone
That none have seen but we alone.
     Tree and flower and leaf and grass,
     Let them pass! Let them pass!
     Hill and water under sky,
     Pass them by! Pass them by!

Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or secret gate,
And though we pass them by today,
Tomorrow we may come this way
And take the hidden paths that run
Towards the Moon or to the Sun.
     Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe,
     Let them go! Let them go!
     Sand and stone and pool and dell,
     Fare you well! Fare you well!

Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Then world behind and home ahead,
We'll wander back to home and bed.
     Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,
     Away shall fade! Away shall fade!
     Fire and lamp, and meat and bread,
     And then to bed! And then to bed!

 J. R. R. Tolkien
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 24, 2012, 11:24:24 PM
The Lover


A lover', said the hoopoe, now their guide,
'Is one in whom all thoughts of self have died;
Those who renounce the self deserve that name;
Righteous or sinful, they are all the same!
Your heart is thwarted by the self's control;
Destroy its hold on you and reach your goal.
Give up this hindrance, give up mortal sight,
For only then can you approach the light.
If you are told: "Renounce our Faith," obey!
The self and Faith must both be tossed away;
Blasphemers call such action blasphemy --
Tell them that love exceeds mere piety.
Love has no time for blasphemy or faith,
Nor lovers for the self, that feeble wraith.

by Farid ud-Din Attar
(http://www.stuartwildeblog.com/storage/shiva%20parvati.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1237822661418)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 25, 2012, 12:01:10 AM
Invocation

When we join our hands in worship of the elephant-headed one,
Son of Lord Arunachala,
Who is anger pierced the lion-headed Vishnu with his beak,
He grants success in deeds and gives forth wisdom,
He brings red-hued Lakshmi to our side,
He inspires devotion to God and confers true knowledge of reality.
(http://yogametaphysics.files.wordpress.com/2012/02/siva-arunachala1.jpg?w=630)

1
Lord who stands immanent as the Red Mountain, full of glory,
Unseen by the black cloud of Vishnu and the lotus-born Brahma,
Who on this fair earth can grasp and speak your greatness,
If you, in compassion, deign not to bestow your grace.


2
Immaculate One who swallowed the poison from the ocean of milk! Exalted emissary! Holy Guru in the form of the Red Mountain,
Who delights our eyes and gives us nurture!
To a dog such as I, who never thought
To strew flowers at your feet in the early morning,
You afforded me shelter.


3
Lord who burned up the God of love,
Who bears a bow of sugar cane!
Your pure heart is my only recourse.
Without that, everlasting Lord Sonagiri,
Who ate up the abundant venom,
What salvation then remains for a dog such as I?
Speak!


4
Lord Sonagiri, seat of true knowledge,
Whose glory spreads throughout the world,
Is the one who cuts away the illusion-fraught births
Of those who speak of him!
Immaculate and unapproachable Mountain, look upon me,
And grant that I shall no more take form within a mother's womb.


5
Lord who wears an ornament in his hair,
Red Mountain of fire, without you to watch over me,
Who else is there upon this earth for a dog such as I
To wipe out this very day unceasing birth and close-pursuing death?


6
Lord of the Vedas that imparts goodness, venerable Red Mountain,
The First Cause that Vishnu sought!
If you fix your graceful thoughts on me,
Surely the results of my good and evil deeds,
And my soul's three-fold impurity
Will be abolished this very day,
And cease to crush this solitary devotee!


7
O my heart!
If you meditate with love upon the form of the Red Mountain Lord,
Who drank with relish the poison hala,
He, the Supreme One, will dissolve the worldly fetters
That vex you and keep you in thrall.
What cause then is there for you to fear the Lord of death?


8
Monarch who dwells as the Red Mountain,
When I lauded you as the Supreme One,
Worshipping and praising you with melting heart,
When I sought your favour with hands clasped
And tears running down from my eyes,
You granted me my boon, according to my desire.
What I might offer you in return, I cannot see.


9
Exalted Red Mountain, wisdom's very form,
Who thwarted the desire of Daksha who dared oppose him!
You whose locks are intertwined with the holy Ganges!
My desire is to see and know your holy form, giving you my love, Before my eyes grow dim and weak.

ARUNAGIRI ANTADI
by GUHAI NAMASHIVAYA
-only one part of the Hymn
(http://www.arunachalasamudra.org/images/enter.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 25, 2012, 03:39:10 AM
Love is Here

Love is here; it is the blood in my veins, my skin.
I am destroyed; He has filled me with Passion.
His fire has flooded the nerves of my body.
Who am I? Just my name; the rest is Him.

 Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi
(http://www.glitters123.com/glitter_graphics/Heart/Heart-Glitters-84.gif)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 25, 2012, 10:11:41 PM
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I’ve Come Here to Depart

I haven’t come here to settle down.
I’ve come here to depart.
I am a merchant with lots of goods,
selling to whoever will buy.
I didn’t come to create any problems,
I’m only here to love.
A Heart makes a good home for the Friend.
I’ve come to build some hearts.
I’m a little drunk from this Friendship-
Any lover would know the shape I’m in.
I’ve come to exchange my twoness,
to disappear in One.
He is my teacher. I am His servant.
I am a nightingale in His garden.
I’ve come to the Teacher’s garden
to be happy and die singing.
They say “Souls which know each other here,
know each other there.
I’ve come to know a Teacher
and to show myself as I am.

 Yunus Emre
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 25, 2012, 10:45:10 PM
How Could a Lover Fall?

What could have caused your grip to weaken
that allowed creation to be?

How could a lover fall to his death
from the arms of infinite
strength?

How active you are in the mind sustaining such a great wall
that the sun can cast a frightening shadow
the world believes.

No one has ever really known sadness. No real God
would ever allow pain.

How then can a heart feel it is broken and in need
If we are held in the arms of infinite
compassion and
strength?

The mirror you (God) stand before -
we need to gaze into it also.

That .name/ you called Beloved
as I fell from your lips –
I suffer

 because I did not quite
hear it;

so tell me again dear One
so clear:

I am
you.

 Tukaram
(http://ee.dunres.sk/obrazky/clanky/KrishnaRadhaLOve%5B1%5D.gif)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 26, 2012, 12:06:43 AM
Hakuin's Song of Zazen

All beings are primarily Buddhas.
It is like water and ice:
There is no ice apart from water;
There are no Buddhas apart from beings.

Not knowing how close the truth is to them,
Beings seek for it afar -- what a pity!
They are like those who, being in the midst of water,
Cry out for water, feeling thirst.

They are like the son of the rich man,
Who, wandering away from his father,
Goes astray amongst the poor.
It is all due to their ignorance
That beings transmigrate in the darkness
Of the Six Paths of existence.

When they wander from darkness to darkness,
How can they ever be free from birth-and-death?

As for the Dhyana practice as taught in the Mahayana,
No amount of praise can exhaust its merits.
The Six Paramitas--beginning with the Giving, Observing the Precepts,
And other good deeds, variously enumerated,
Such as Nembutsu, Repentance, Moral Training, and so on --
All are finally reducible to the practice of Dhyana.

The merit of Dhyana practice, even during a single sitting,
Erases the countless sins accumulated in the past.
Where then are the Evil Paths to misguide us?
The Pure Land cannot be far away.

Those who, for once, listening to the Dharma
In all humility,
Praise it and faithfully follow it,
Will be endowed with innumerable merits.

But how much more so when you turn your eyes within yourselves
And have a glimpse into your self-nature!
You find that the self-nature is no-nature -
The truth permitting no idle sophistry.
For you, then, open the gate leading to the oneness of cause and effect;
Before you, then, lies a straight road of non-duality and non-trinity.

When you understand that form is the form of the formless,
Your coming-and-going takes place nowhere else but where you are.
When you understand that thought is the thought of the thought-less.
Your singing-and-dancing is no other than the voice of the Dharma.
How boundless is the sky of Samadhi!
How refreshingly bright is the moon of the Fourfold Wisdom!
Being so is there anything you lack?
As the Absolute presents itself before you
The place where you stand is the Land of the Lotus,
And your person -- the body of the Buddha.
(http://www.wellhappypeaceful.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/buddha.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on October 26, 2012, 01:45:41 PM
Dear Jewell,

Buddha is always within you. He is never separate from you. That is why, it is said, 'If you see Buddha on the road, kill him.'
though this statement may be looking outlandish.

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 26, 2012, 02:08:38 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir, That statement about killing Buddha is actually funny. :) I understand what it conveys. Yes,every man is Buddha,always and now. It is our very nature,and we are searching it elsewhere. Thats funny to in some way.  Thank You Very much sir! With prayers and love,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Nagaraj on October 26, 2012, 05:09:41 PM
The One remains, the many change and pass;

   Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly;

Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,

   Stains the white radiance of Eternity,

   Until Death tramples it to fragments. - Die,

If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek!

   Follow where all is fled!


- P B Shelley

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 26, 2012, 05:38:35 PM
Dear Sri Nagaraj, What a Beautiful,Beautiful poem,with Wonderful message! Follow where all is fled... That 'death' is truly a birth. Our Light Ever Shine! :) Thank You! With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 26, 2012, 11:19:50 PM
Awake! awake O sleeper of the land of shadows (from Jerusalem)
by William Blake


Awake! awake O sleeper of the land of shadows, wake! expand!
I am in you and you in me, mutual in love divine:
Fibres of love from man to man thro Albions pleasant land.
In all the dark Atlantic vale down from the hills of Surrey
A black water accumulates, return Albion! return!
Thy brethren call thee, and thy fathers, and thy sons,
Thy nurses and thy mothers, thy sisters and thy daughters
Weep at thy souls disease, and the Divine Vision is darkend:
Thy Emanation that was wont to play before thy face,
Beaming forth with her daughters into the Divine bosom
Where hast thou hidden thy Emanation lovely Jerusalem
From the vision and fruition of the Holy-one?
I am not a God afar off, I am a brother and friend;
Within your bosoms I reside, and you reside in me:
Lo! we are One; forgiving all Evil; Not seeking recompense!
Ye are my members O ye sleepers of Beulah, land of shades!
(http://openclipart.org/people/presquesage/lotus_fleur.svg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 26, 2012, 11:44:46 PM
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Ah, what was there in that light-giving candle that it set fire to the heart, and snatched the heart away?


Ah, what was there in that light-giving candle that it set fire to the heart, and snatched the heart away?
You who have set fire to my heart, I am consumed, O friend; come quickly, quickly!
The form of the heart is not a created form, for the beauty of God manifested itself from the cheek of the heart.
I have no succour save in his sugar, I have no profit save in his lip.
Remember him who one dawn released this heart of mine from the chain of your tress.
My soul, the first time I saw you my soul heard something from your soul.
When my heart drank water from your fountain it drowned in you, and the torrent snatched me away.

by Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi
(http://www.glitters123.com/glitter_graphics/Heart/Heart-Glitters-79.gif)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 27, 2012, 12:07:02 AM
I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you (from Four Quartets)

by T. S. Eliot

I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on darkness,
And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama
And the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away--
Or as, when an underground train, in the tube, stops too long between stations
And the conversation rises and slowly fades into silence
And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen
Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about;
Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but conscious of nothing--
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
(http://www.deviantart.com/download/129346009/A_light_from_the_darkness_by_teh_artish.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 27, 2012, 12:26:47 AM
Prayer for the Great Enlightenment
by Paramahansa Yogananda

O August God, Beloved Father, Oversoul of the Universe, Spirit of Spirits, Friend of Friends! unravel for me the mystery of my existence.
Teach me to worship Thee in breathlessness, in sleeplessness, in deathlessness.

In the stillness of my soul, possess me; may I be conscious of Thine immortal presence in and around me.
I yearn to know Thee, O secondless, O True Unique!
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 27, 2012, 12:36:36 AM
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Heart's Wisdom


It was within yourself, what Heaven brought.
What comes from God is in your heart the wine
Of Bliss and Wisdom. It will ne'er be found
By those who do not stand on sacred ground.

The singing of the flute came from Above;
The flute was in my heart; the song was Love.
It was the Ocean's endless melody:
A song of God and of Eternity.

by Frithjof Schuon
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 27, 2012, 03:16:09 AM
The Rose
by Ummi Sinan

I dreamt I came to a magnificent city
     whose palace was the rose, rose.
The crown and throne of the great sultan,
     his garden and chambers
          were the rose, rose.

Here they buy and sell but roses
     and the roses are the scales they use,
Weighing roses with more roses,
     the marketplace and bazaar
          are all roses, rose.

The white rose and the red rose
     grew coupled in one garden.
Their faces turn as one toward the thorn.
     Both thorn and blossom
          are the rose, rose.

Soil is the rose and stone is the rose,
     withered is the rose, fresh is the rose.
Within the Lord's private gardens
     both slender cypress and old maple
          are the rose, rose.

The rose is turning the waterwheel
     and gets ground between the stones.
The wheel turns round as the water flows.
     Its power and its stillness
          are the rose, rose.

From the rose a tent appears
     filled with an offering of everything.
Its gatekeepers are the holy prophets.
     The bread and the wine they pour
          are the rose, rose.

Oh Ummi Sinan, heed the mystery
     of the sorrow of nightingale and rose.
Every cry of the forlorn nightingale
          is for the rose, the rose.
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 28, 2012, 01:21:24 AM
A World with No Boundaries (Ghazal 363)

With every breath the sound
of love surrounds us,
and we are bound for the depths
of space, without distraction.

We've been in orbit before
and know the angels there.
Let's go there again, Master,
for that is our land.

Yet we are beyond all of that
and more than angels.
Out beyond duality,
we have a home, and it is Majesty.
That pure substance is
different from this dusty world.
What kind of place is this?
We once came down; soon we'll return.
A new happiness befriends us
as we work at offering our lives.

Muhammad, the jewel of the world,
is our caravan's chosen guide.
The sweetness we breathe on the wind
is from the scent of his hair,
and the radiance of our thought
is from the light of his day.

His face once caused
the moon to split in two.
She couldn't endure the sight of him.
Yet how lucky she was,
she who humbly received him.
Look into your heart and see
the splitting moon within each breath.
Having seen that vision,
how can you still dream?

When the wave of "Am I not?" struck,
it wrecked the body's ship;
when the ship wrecks again,
it will be the time of union.

The Human Being, like a bird of the sea,
emerged from the ocean of the soul.
Earth is not the final place of rest
for a bird born from the sea.

No, we are pearls of that ocean;
all of us live in it;
and if it weren't so, why would
wave upon wave arrive?

This is the time of union,
the time of eternal beauty.
It is the time of luck and kindness;
it is the ocean of purity.
The wave of bestowal has come.

The roar of the sea is here.
The morning of happiness has dawned.
No, it is the light of God.

Whose face is pictured here?
Who is this shah or prince?
Who is this ancient intelligence?
They are all masks . . .
and the only remedy is
this boiling ecstasy of the soul.

A fountain of refreshment
is in the head and the eyes -
not this bodily head
but another pure spiritual one.

Many a pure head has been spilled
in the dust. Know the one from the other!
Our original head is hidden,
while this other is visible.
Beyond this world is a world
that has no boundaries.

Put your water skin away, brother,
and draw some wine from our cask!
The clay jug of perception
has such a narrow spout.
The sun appeared from the direction of Tabriz,
and I said, "This light is at once joined
with all things, and yet apart from everything."

by Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 28, 2012, 01:32:52 AM
Looking for your light

Looking for your light,
I went out:

it was like the sudden dawn
of a million million suns,

a ganglion of lightnings
for my wonder.

O Lord of Caves,
if you are light,
     there can be no metaphor.

 Allama Prabhu
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 28, 2012, 01:37:05 AM
Forgetful one, get up!
by Lalla



Forgetful one, get up!
It's dawn, time to start searching.

Open your wings and lift.
Give like the blacksmith
even breath to the bellows.

Tend the fire that changes
the shape of metal.

Alchemical work begins at dawn,
as you walk out to meet the Friend.

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 28, 2012, 01:44:59 AM
Through Thee have I forgotten Thee!
by Akka Mahadevi



After my body became
Thyself, whom could I serve?
After my mind became
Thyself, whom could I invoke?
After my consciousness was lost in Thee,
Whom could I know?
Being Thyself in Thee,
O Cenna Mallikarjuna Lord,
Through Thee have I forgotten Thee!
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 29, 2012, 12:58:52 AM
The Subject Tonight is Love


“Know

The true nature of your Beloved.

In His loving eyes your every thought,

Word and movement is always-

Always Beautiful.”

 Hafiz
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 29, 2012, 01:11:31 AM
The Stairway of Existence

We
Are not
In pursuit of formalities
Or fake religious
Laws,

For through the stairway of existence
We have come to God’s
Door.

We are
People who need to love, because
Love is the soul’s life,

Love is simply creation’s greatest joy.

Through
The stairway of existence,
O, through the stairway of existence, Hafiz

Have
You now come,
Have we all now come to
The Beloved’s
Door.

 Hafiz Poems- The Gift
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 29, 2012, 01:25:33 AM
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I am pale with longing for my beloved
by Mirabai


I am pale with longing for my beloved;
     People believe I am ill.
Seizing on every possible pretext,
     I try to meet him "by accident."

They have sent for a country doctor;
     He grabs my arm and prods it;
How can he diagnose my pain?
     It's in my heart that I am afflicted.

Go home, country doctor,
     Don't address me by my name;
It's the name of God that has wounded me,
     Don't force your medicines on me.

The sweetness of his lips is a pot of nectar,
     That's the only curd for which I crave;
Mira's Lord is Giridhar Naagar.
     He will feed me nectar again and again.
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 29, 2012, 06:32:44 PM
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Someone Should Start Laughing

I have a thousand brilliant lies
For the question:

How are you?

I have a thousand brilliant lies
For the question:

What is God?

If you think that the Truth can be known
From words,

If you think that the Sun and the Ocean

Can pass through that tiny opening Called the mouth,

O someone should start laughing!
Someone should start wildly Laughing ‘Now!

 I Heard God Laughing: Renderings of Hafiz”
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 29, 2012, 07:23:08 PM
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That Mother who is manifest in all beings—Her we salute.
She whom the world declares to be the great Maya. Her we salute.
Thou Giver of all Blessings, Thou the Giver of Strength,
Thou the Giver of Desires, Thou the Merciful One,
To Thee our salutation, Thee we salute Thee we salute,.
Thou terrible black night—Thou the night of Delusion,
Thou the night of Death.
To Thee our salutation—Thee we salute, Thee we salute.

SWAMI VIVEKANANDA

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 29, 2012, 10:29:49 PM
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AWAKE! for Morning in the Bowl of Night

Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:

     And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught

The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.

  Omar Khayyam
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 29, 2012, 11:16:21 PM
Intelligence

Rabia and the riddle of the lost needle



We are born to be blissful, it is our birthright. But people are so foolish, they don't even claim their birthright. They become more interested in what others possess and they start running after those things. They never look within, they never search in their own house.

The intelligent person will begin his search from his inner being--that will be his first exploration--because unless I know what is within me how can I go on searching all over the world?--it is such a vast world. And those who have looked within have found it instantly, immediately. It is not a question of gradual progress, it is a sudden phenomenon, a sudden enlightenment.


I have heard about a very great Sufi mystic woman, Rabia al-Adawia. One evening, people found her sitting on the road searching for something. She was an old woman, her eyes were weak, and it was difficult for her to see. So the neighbors came to help her. They asked, "What are you searching for?"

Rabia said, "That question is irrelevant, I am searching. If you can help me, help."

They laughed and said, "Rabia, have you gone mad? You say our question is irrelevant, but if we don't know what you are searching for, how can we help?"

Rabia said, "Okay. Just to satisfy you, I am searching for my needle, I have lost my needle." They started helping her--but immediately they became aware of the fact that the road was very big and a needle was a very tiny thing. So they asked Rabia, "Please tell us where you lost it--the exact, precise place. Otherwise it is difficult. The road is big and we can go on searching and searching forever. Where did you lose it?"

Rabia said, "Again you ask an irrelevant question. How is it concerned with my search?"

They stopped. They said, "You have certainly gone crazy!"

Rabia said, "Okay. Just to satisfy you, I have lost it in my house."

They asked, "Then why are you searching here?" And Rabia is reported to have said, "Because here there is light and there is no light inside." The sun was setting and there was a little light still left on the road.

This parable is very significant. Have you ever asked yourself what you are searching for? Have you ever made it a point of deep meditation to know what you are searching for? No. Even if in some vague moments, dreaming moments, you have some inkling of what you are searching for, it is never precise, it is never exact. You have not yet defined it.

If you try to define it, the more it becomes defined the more you will feel that there is no need to search for it. The search can continue only in a state of vagueness, in a state of dreaming; when things are not clear you simply go on searching. Pulled by some inner urge, pushed by some inner urgency, one thing you do know: you need to search. This is an inner need. But you don't know what you are seeking. And unless you know what you are seeking, how can you find it?

It is vague--you think it is in money, power, prestige, respectability. But then you see people who are respectable, people who are powerful--they are also seeking. Then you see people who are tremendously rich--they are also seeking. To the very end of their life they are seeking. So richness is not going to help, power is not going to help. The search continues in spite of what you have.

The search must be for something else. These names, these labels--money, power, prestige--these are just to satisfy your mind. They are just to help you feel that you are searching for something. That something is still undefined, a very vague feeling. The first thing for the real seeker, for the seeker who has become a little alert, aware, is to define the search; to formulate a clear-cut concept of it, what it is; to bring it out of the dreaming consciousness; to look into it directly; to face it.

Immediately a transformation starts happening. If you start defining your search, you will start losing your interest in the search. The more defined it becomes, the less it is there. Once it is clearly known what it is, suddenly it disappears. It exists only when you are not attentive.

Let it be repeated: the search exists only when you are sleepy; the search exists only when you are not aware. The unawareness creates the search.

Yes, Rabia is right. Inside there is no light. And because there is no light and no consciousness inside, of course you go on searching outside--because outside it seems more clear. Our senses are all extroverted. The eyes open outwards, the hands move, spread outwards, the legs move into the outside, the ears listen to the outside noises, sounds. Whatsoever is available to you is all opening towards the outside; all the five senses move in an extrovert way.

You start searching there where you see, feel, touch--the light of the senses falls outside. And the seeker is inside. This dichotomy has to be understood. The seeker is inside but because the light is outside, the seeker starts moving in an ambitious way, trying to find something outside which will be fulfilling. It is never going to happen. It has never happened. It cannot happen in the nature of things--because, unless you have sought the seeker, all your search is meaningless. Unless you come to know who you are, all that you seek is futile, because you don't know the seeker. Without knowing the seeker how can you move in the right dimension, in the right direction? It is impossible.

The first things should be considered first. If all seeking has stopped and you have suddenly become aware that now there is only one thing to know--"Who is this seeker in me? What is this energy that wants to seek? Who am I?"--then there is a transformation. All values change suddenly. You start moving inwards. Then Rabia is no longer sitting on the road searching for a needle that is lost somewhere in the darkness of one's own inner soul. Once you have started moving inwards....

In the beginning it is very dark--Rabia is right. It is very, very dark because for lives together you have never been inside--your eyes have been focussed on the outside world. Have you watched it? Sometimes when you come in from the road where it is very sunny and there is bright light--when you suddenly come into the house it is very dark because the eyes are focussed for the outside light. When there is much light, the pupils of the eyes shrink. In darkness the eyes have to relax. But if you sit a little while, by and by the darkness disappears. There is more light; your eyes are settling.

For many lives you have been outside in the hot sun, in the world, so when you go in you have completely forgotten how to re-adjust your eyes. Meditation is nothing but a re-adjustment of your vision, of your eyes. And if you go on looking inside--it takes time--gradually, slowly, you start feeling a beautiful light inside. But it is not aggressive light; it is not like the sun, it is more like the moon. It is not glaring, it is not dazzling, it is very cool; it is not hot, it is very compassionate, it is very soothing, it is a balm.

By and by, when you have adjusted to the inside light, you will see that you are the very source. The seeker is the sought. Then you will see that the treasure is within you and the whole problem was that you were seeking for it outside. You were seeking for it somewhere outside and it has always been here within you. You were seeking in a wrong direction, that's all.

Osho

Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 30, 2012, 10:50:51 PM
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With A Flower

I hide myself within my flower,

That wearing on your breast,

You, unsuspecting, wear me too –

And angels know the rest.

I hide myself within my flower,

That, fading from your vase,

You, unsuspecting, feel for me

Almost a loneliness.

 

- Emily Dickinson
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 30, 2012, 11:31:28 PM
One Beautiful song from Serbian singer,which i love very much. It is about longing.

Morning

Jade and silk,sweet love
is my living wound
with a thread of pain,over my heart,
it embroiders every day.
Are you sleeping,are you sad as I am
while the sea is your shore now.
like me...

I'm looking for you,I'm waking you up,
your hands are cold
I'm living here alone,without hope
Are you sleeping,are you sad as I am
while the sea is your shore now.

Hey,teary,rosary,
the sea is your bed linen
you've past all the stops
only,to me You are not coming
I'm still dying,I'm not mourning my soul to You
From always,I love you,forever.

I wish I could tell you what Sunday means to me
when the morning lives to see me without you.

Hey,teary,rosary,
the sea is your bed linen
you've past all the stops
only to me You are not coming.
I'm not mourning my soul to You
Always I loved You,
Forewer...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=S7wQlSaZRTk (http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=S7wQlSaZRTk)

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on October 31, 2012, 12:22:52 AM
One Swaying Being

Love is not condescension, never
that, nor books, nor any marking
on paper, nor what people say of
each other.
Love is a tree with
branches reaching into eternity
and roots set deep in eternity,

and no trunk! Have you seen it?

The mind cannot. Your desiring
cannot. The longing you feel for
this loves comes from inside you.

When you become the Friend, your
longing will be as the man in
the ocean who holds to a piece of
wood. Eventually, wood, man, and
oceans become one swaying being,

shams Tabriz, the secret of God.

Rumi
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 01, 2012, 02:11:55 AM
Who is it that echoes


When, to the hungerless figure,
you serve waters of no thirst,
whisper the senseless word
in the heart,
and call without a name,

who is it that echoes O!
in answer,
O Ramanatha,

is it you,
or is it me?


by Devara Dasimayya
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 01, 2012, 02:27:35 AM
You have nothing to worry about


You have nothing to worry about.
Be free from worries,
And remain immersed in love for the Beloved.
He shall take you across the ocean of the world,
If you seek support of his boat sailing in this ocean.

No amulet, charm, yogic practice
     or other holy repetition is of any avail.
Only he provides the technique which destroys sins,
     and removes vices from the heart.

By seeing and reflecting within your heart,
     says Daria,
You will be freed from all ills
Just by kindling the wick of Nam
     with the Satguru's lamp.


Dariya
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 01, 2012, 02:33:03 AM
Though he has no form


Though he has no form
my eyes saw him,

his glory is fire in my mind
that knows

his secret inner form
invented by the soul.

What is
beyond the mind

has no boundary.
In it our senses end.

Mukta says: Words cannot hold him
yet in him all words are.

 Muktabai
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 01, 2012, 11:11:12 PM
He Who Knows Love


He who knows Love--becomes Love, and his eyes
Behold Love in the heart of everyone,
Even the loveless: as the light of the sun
Is one with all it touches. He is wise
With undivided wisdom, for he lies
In Wisdom's arms. His wanderings are done,
For he has found the Source whence all things run--
The guerdon of the quest, that satisfies.

He who knows Love becomes Love, and he knows
All beings are himself, twin-born of Love.
Melted in Love's own fire, his spirit flows
Into all earthly forms, below, above;
He is the breath and glamour of the rose,
He is the benediction of the dove.

 Elsa Barker
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 01, 2012, 11:22:10 PM
Who are You, who keeps my heart awake? (from The Lover of God)


Who are You, who keeps my heart awake?
Every moment is lit by You, so that I feel
no longer separate from You.

Whose flute is playing sweet and bitter
songs of love? It starts the cuckoos singing,
and calls the nectar-heavy bees of my desire.

A young wife could be blooming
in the season of honey, watching the moon,
and be stolen in a moment.

Touch Radha, Whoever You are. She shivers
at Your feet, risking everything to bear
love's searing fire. Master, is that not You?

She's grown reckless with her soul.
Her fear is gone, her hesitation. Who are You?
She'll weep at Your lotus feet until she knows.

 Rabindranath Tagore
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 02, 2012, 12:30:13 AM
As the mirror to my hand


As the mirror to my hand,
the flowers to my hair,
kohl to my eyes,
tambul to my mouth,
musk to my breast,
necklace to my throat,
ecstasy to my flesh,
heart to my home --

as wing to bird,
water to fish,
life to the living --
so you to me.
But tell me,
Madhava, beloved,
who are you?
Who are you really?

Vidyapati says, they are one another.

 Vidyapati
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 02, 2012, 02:22:37 AM
Tell me, O Swan, your ancient tale


Tell me, O Swan, your ancient tale.
From what land do you come, O Swan? to what shore will you fly?
Where would you take your rest, O Swan, and what do you seek?

Even this morning, O Swan, awake, arise, follow me!
There is a land where no doubt nor sorrow have rule: where the terror of Death is no more.
There the woods of spring are a-bloom, and the fragrant scent "He is I" is borne on the wind:
There the bee of the heart is deeply immersed, and desires no other joy.


 Kabir
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 02, 2012, 03:39:11 PM
What a carefree game He plays!


He said, "Let there be," and it happened.
He made the latent turn into the manifest,
Out of the formless He created the form.
What a wondrous game He played!
What a carefree game He plays!

When He disclosed the hidden secret,
He lifted the veil from over His face.
Why does He now hide from me?
The Real permeates everyone.
What a carefree game He plays!

He said, "We have honored mankind;
None has been created like you;
You are the crown of all creation."
What a proclamation with the beat of drum!
What a carefree game He plays!

He himself indulges in these carefree acts;
He himself feels frightened of himself;
He has taken abode in every house;
And the people keep wandering in delusion.
What a carefree game He plays!

He himself aroused longing to become mad in love.
He himself became Laila to steal Majnun's heart.
Himself He wept, himself consoled himself.
0, what a game of love He plays!
What a carefree game He plays!

Himself the lover, He himself is the Beloved.
Here logic and reason have no part to play.
Bullah rejoices in his union with the Beloved.
Why does He create separation now?
What a carefree game He plays!


 Bulleh Shah
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 02, 2012, 03:50:27 PM
Inner Wakefulness


This place is a dream
only a sleeper considers it real
then death comes like dawn
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought
was your grief

A man goes to sleep in the town
where he has always lived
and he dreams
he's living in another town
in the dream he doesn't remember
the town he's sleeping in his bed in
he believes the reality
of the dream town
the world is that kind of sleep

Humankind is being led
along an evolving course,
through this migration
of intelligences
and though we seem
to be sleeping
there is an inner wakefulness,
that directs the dream
and that will eventually
startle us back
to the truth of
who we are

 Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi
(http://satheeshiyer.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/little_krishna.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 02, 2012, 04:11:01 PM
He Who is Stricken by Love


He who is stricken by Love
Sings and dances out of tune.

He who wears the garb of Love
Gets blessings from above.

Soon as he drinks from this cup
No questions and no answers remain.

He who is stricken by Love
Sings and dances out of tune.

He who has the Beloved in his heart,
He is fulfilled with his Love.
No need he has for formality,
He just enjoys his ecstasy.

He who is stricken by Love
Sings and dances out of tune.


 Bulleh Shah
(http://www.funnydb.com/img/glitter-graphics/hearts/004.gif)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 02, 2012, 04:15:15 PM
To Nature


It may indeed be phantasy, when I
Essay to draw from all created things
Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings;
And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie
Lessons of love and earnest piety.
So let it be; and if the wide world rings
In mock of this belief, it brings
Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity.
So will I build my altar in the fields,
And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,
And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields
Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee,
Thee only God! and thou shalt not despise
Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice


 Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 02, 2012, 10:09:30 PM
Your love has made me dance all over

Your love has made me dance all over.
Falling in love with you
Was supping a cup of poison.
Come, my healer, it's my final hour.
Your love has made me dance all over.

 Bulleh Shah
(http://www.nitya-tarangini.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/radha-krishna-dance.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 02, 2012, 10:20:24 PM
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I Am All



I am the blue firmament and the black cloud,
I am the waterfall and the sound thereof,
I am the graven image and the stone by the wayside,
I am the rose and the falling petals thereof,
I am the flower of the field and the sacred lotus,
I am the sanctified waters and the still pool,
I am the tree that towereth among the mountains
And the blade of grass in the peaceful lane,
I am the tender spring leaf and the evergreen foliage.

I am the barbarian and the sage,
I am the impious and the pious,
I am the ungodly and the godly,
I am the harlot and the virgin,
I am the liberated and the man of time,
I am the the indestructible and the destructible,
I am the renunciation and the proud possessor.
I am all
few know me.

I am neither This nor That,
I am neither detached nor attached,
I am neither heaven nor hell -- few know me --
I am neither philosophies nor creeds,
I am neither the Guru nor the disciple.
O friend,
I contain all.

I am clear as the mountain stream,
Simple as the new spring leaf.

Happy are they
That meet with me.

by Jiddu Krishnamurti
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 03, 2012, 01:29:29 PM
Mind can accept any boundary anywhere. But the reality is that, by its very nature, existence cannot have any boundary,
because what will be beyond the boundary - again another sky. That's why I'm saying skies upon skies are available for your flight.
Don't be content easily. Those who remain content easily remain small: small are their joys, small are their ecstasies, small are their silences, small is their being.
 But there is no need! This smallness is your own imposition upon your freedom, upon your unlimited possibilities, upon your unlimited potential.

Ecstasy is our very nature; not to be ecstatic is simply unnecessary. To be ecstatic is natural, spontaneous.
It needs no effort to be ecstatic, it needs great effort to be miserable.
That's why you look to tired, because misery is really hard work; to maintain it is really difficult, because you are doing something against nature.

To be creative means to be in love with life. You can be creative only if you love life enough that you want to enhance its beauty,
you want to bring a little more music to it, a little more poetry to it, a little more dance to it.

Intelligence is a natural phenomenon -- just as breathing is, just as seeing is. Intelligence is the inner seeing; it is intuitive.
It has nothing to do with intellect. Never confuse intellect with intelligence, they are polar opposites.
Intellect is of the head; it is taught by others, it is imposed on you. You have to cultivate it. It is borrowed, it is something foreign, it is not inborn.
But intelligence is inborn. It is your very being, your very nature.

Existence is not a problem to be solved, it is a mystery to be lived. And you should be perfectly aware what the difference is between a mystery and a problem.
A problem is something created by the mind; a mystery is something which is there, not created by the mind. A problem has an ugliness in it, like disease.
A mystery is beautiful. With a problem, immediately a fight arises. You have to solve it; something is wrong, you have to put it right;
something is missing, you have to supply the missing link. With a mystery there is no question like that. The moon arises in the night....
It is not a problem, it is a mystery. You have to live with it. You have to dance with it. You have to sing with it, or you can be just silent with it.
Something mysterious surrounds you.

My way has been described as that of the heart, but it is not true. The heart will give you all kinds of imaginings, hallucinations, illusions, sweet dreams --
but it cannot give you the truth. The truth is behind both: it is in your consciousness, which is neither head nor heart.

Osho

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 03, 2012, 01:58:13 PM
Whatever It was


Whatever It was
that made this earth
the base,
the world its life,
the wind its pillar,
arranged the lotus and the moon,
and covered it all with folds
of sky

with Itself inside,

to that Mystery
indifferent to differences,

to It I pray,
O Ramanatha.

 Devara Dasimayya
(http://www.arunachala-ramana.org/photos/eternal_light_video.jpg)
(http://www.theendofseeking.net/Graphics/Ramana%20Maharshi/Ramana%20Maharshi%20-%201%20-%20186x294%20BW.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 03, 2012, 02:20:20 PM
The Pathway Finally Opened


When my heart came to rule
in the world of love,
it was freed
from both belief
and from disbelief.

On this journey,
I found the problem
to be myself.

When I went beyond myself,
the pathway finally opened.

 Mahsati Ganjavi
(http://ramanujadasan2192.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/lotus_feet_of_rama.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 03, 2012, 02:29:47 PM
I cannot say
which is which:
the glowing
plum blossom is
the spring night's moon.

 Izumi Shikibu
(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/241/a/e/shiva_cosmic_by_vishnu108-d5cuayu.gif)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 03, 2012, 02:55:39 PM
No one knows my invisible life


No one knows my invisible life.
Pain
and madness for Rama.
Our wedding bed is high up
in the gallows.
Meet him?
If the dark healer comes,
we'll negotiate the hurt.
I love the man who takes care
of cows. The cowherd.
Cowherd and dancer.
My eyes are drunk,
worn out from making love
with him. We are one.
I am now his dark color.
People notice me, point fingers at me.
They see my desire,
since I'm walking about like a lunatic.
I'm wiped out, gone.
Yet no one knows I live with my prince,
the cowherd.
The palace can't contain me.
I leave it behind.
I couldn't care less about gossip
or my royal name.
I'll be with him
in all his gardens.

 Mirabai
(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/273/7/c/govinda__s_song_by_vishnu108-d4bd5tc.gif)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 03, 2012, 03:03:55 PM
Treasure in the Ground

Like
     treasure hidden in the ground
     taste in the fruit
     gold in the rock
     oil in the seed

     the Absolute hidden away
     in the heart

     no on can know
     the ways of our lord

     white as jasmine.

 Akka Mahadevi
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 03, 2012, 03:14:41 PM
Dear Jewell,

Akka Mahadevi is a virulent Veera Saiva Saint. She was practically roaming naked, but for some leaves to cover her breasts
and organ. Her favorite god, the only god, is Siva in Sri Sailam, in the present Andhra Pradesh.  Once she went to meet
her senior Veera Saiva Saint, Devara Dasimayya. Devara Dasimayya asked her: Why Akka! (Elder Sister!) have you not still
overcome the shame of nakedness. Akka Mahadevi replied: Anna! (Elder Brother), it is not for my sake,  I am clothing myself
with leaves, but for people like you, who have still not overcome the shame of nakedness and also a small amount of lust
still lurking in your mind!

Devara Desimayya prostrated before her!

Here is a sample of her another poem:

Better than meeting
and mating all the time
is the pleasure of mating once
after being far apart.

When he's away
I cannot wait
to get a glimpse of him.

Friend, when will I have it
both ways
be with Him
yet not with Him,
my Lord white as Jasmine.*

(Siva of Sri Sailam is called Channa Mallikarjuna, the Lord white/yellow as Jasmine!)

Arunachala Siva.               
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 03, 2012, 03:20:50 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

Thank for Beautiful poem and message!

There is only Love...

Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 03, 2012, 06:16:23 PM
The Word


Find the word, understand the word,
Depend on the word;
The word is heaven and space, the word the earth,
The word the universe.
The word is in our ears, the word is on our tongues,
The word the idol.
The word is the holy book, the word is harmony,
The word is music.
The word is magic, the word the Guru.
The word is the body, the word is the spirit, the word is being,
The word Not-being.
The word is man, the word is woman,
The Worshipped Great.
The word is the seen and unseen, the word is the existent
And the non-existent.
Know the word, says Kabir,
The word is All-powerful.

Kabir
(http://krishnaleela.org/saints/om-namo-bhagavate-vasudevay.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 04, 2012, 01:24:39 AM
For Freedom


As a bird soars high
In the free holding of the wind,
Clear of the certainty of ground,
Opening the imagination of wings
Into the grace of emptiness
To fulfill new voyagings,
May your life awaken
To the call of its freedom.

As the ocean absolves itself
Of the expectation of land,
Approaching only
In the form of waves
That fill and pleat and fall
With such gradual elegance
As to make of the limit
A sonorous threshold
Whose music echoes back among
The give and strain of memory,
Thus may your heart know the patience
That can draw infinity from limitation.

As the embrace of the earth
Welcomes all we call death,
Taking deep into itself
The right solitude of a seed,
Allowing it time
To shed the grip of former form
And give way to a deeper generosity
That will one day send it forth,
A tree into springtime,
May all that holds you
Fall from its hungry ledge
Into the fecund surge of your heart.

John O'Donohue
(http://webfronter.com/waltham-forest/TestRiverley2/ff_customcss/Website/Pupil_Zone/Year_2/2nd_eagle.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 04, 2012, 12:14:02 PM
Dear Jewell,

Nice.  See this ghazal of Samsuddin Mohammad Hafiz:

Where are the glad tidings of union that
I may sacrifice my life forthwith and arise.

I am a homing bird of celestial origin and
I shall rise setting free the snares of this world.

Oh God, send  showers from the clouds of guidance
Before, like a dust, I rise up and be scattered.

If you declare me as your slave, I swear by your love
I shall rise to renounce the kingdom of the world.,

Upon my grave do not say without wine and music/
So I may rise dancing by your fragrance.

Hold me in your tight embrace for one night
I may emerge as a youth in the morning from your side.

Don't you think that I shall leave the dust of your street
Even if I am oppressed by heaven
And the high handedness of the world.

I shall never abandon your street so long as I am alive
Even if I have to deal with my life, I shall give it up
Rather than your street.

O you full of grace and elegance
Show me your beautiful face,
Like Hafiz, I shall rise renouncing both
My life and the world.

**

Arunachala Siva.     
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 04, 2012, 03:49:09 PM
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If the divine is found through ablutions


If the divine is found through ablutions
surely frogs and fish would find him first
if the divine is hidden in jungles
the cattle would have discovered him by now
O Bulleh, the divine is found by those
with pure and true heart

 Bulleh Shah
(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/160/e/a/radha_floral_by_vishnu108-d3igex4.gif)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 04, 2012, 03:54:09 PM
In Praise of the Earth


Let us bless
The imagination of the Earth,
That knew early the patience
To harness the mind of time,
Waited for the seas to warm,
Ready to welcome the emergence
Of things dreaming of voyaging
Among the stillness of land.

And how light knew to nurse
The growth until the face of the Earth
Brightened beneath a vision of color.

When the ages of ice came
And sealed the Earth inside
An endless coma of cold,
The heart of the Earth held hope,
Storing fragments of memory,
Ready for the return of the sun.

Let us thank the Earth
That offers ground for home
And holds our feet firm
To walk in space open
To infinite galaxies.

Let us salute the silence
And certainty of mountains:
Their sublime stillness,
Their dream-filled hearts.

The wonder of a garden
Trusting the first warmth of spring
Until its black infinity of cells
Becomes charged with dream;
Then the silent, slow nurture
Of the seed's self, coaxing it
To trust the act of death.

The humility of the Earth
That transfigures all
That has fallen
Of outlived growth.

The kindness of the Earth,
Opening to receive
Our worn forms
Into the final stillness.

Let us ask forgiveness of the Earth
For all our sins against her:
For our violence and poisonings
Of her beauty.

Let us remember within us
The ancient clay,
Holding the memory of seasons,
The passion of the wind,
The fluency of water,
The warmth of fire,
The quiver-touch of the sun
And shadowed sureness of the moon.

That we may awaken,
To live to the full
The dream of the Earth
Who chose us to emerge
And incarnate its hidden night
In mind, spirit, and light.

  John O'Donohue
(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/149/1/1/brahma_creation_ii_by_vishnu108-d3hk424.gif)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 04, 2012, 04:13:18 PM
In one salutation to thee, my God (from Gitanjali)

In one salutation to thee, my God, let all my senses spread out and touch this world at thy feet.
     Like a rain-cloud of July hung low with its burden of unshed showers let all my mind bend down at thy door in one salutation to thee.
     Let all my songs gather together their diverse strains into a single current and flow to a sea of silence in one salutation to thee.
     Like a flock of homesick cranes flying night and day back to their mountain nests let all my life take its voyage to its eternal home in one salutation to thee.

Rabindranath Tagore
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 04, 2012, 04:16:21 PM
Dear Jewell,

Yes. Sri Bhagavan has also said that silence is the ultimate submission to godhead. He also said, that like all rivers ultimately
reach the ocean back and all birds wherever they fly have to come to its nest, the human souls should eventually rest in God.

Arunachala Siva. 
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 04, 2012, 04:24:20 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

Yes,it is our destiny,our birth right and our nature itself. Then,only false need to go.. And Silence will lead us,the Silence is leading us even now,and teaches us. Bhagavan is the Silence.

Thank You sir!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 04, 2012, 04:46:06 PM
No end to the journey


No end, no end to the journey
no end, no end never
how can the heart in love
ever stop opening
if you love me,
you won't just die once
in every moment
you will die into me
to be reborn

Into this new love, die
your way begins
on the other side
become the sky
take an axe to the prison wall,
escape
walk out like someone
suddenly born into color
do it now

 Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi
(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/220/1/c/vishnu_yoga_by_vishnu108-d5ad4g4.gif)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 04, 2012, 05:13:56 PM
For Presence
by John O'Donohue


Awaken to the mystery of being here
and enter the quiet immensity of your own presence.

Have joy and peace in the temple of your senses.

Receive encouragement when new frontiers beckon.

Respond to the call of your gift and the courage to
follow its path.

Let the flame of anger free you of all falsity.

May warmth of heart keep your presence aflame.

May anxiety never linger about you.

May your outer dignity mirror an inner dignity of
soul.

Take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that seek
no attention.

Be consoled in the secret symmetry of your soul.

May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven
around the heart of wonder.
(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/265/c/b/mahaprabhu_lotus_by_vishnu108-d4aklj0.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 04, 2012, 07:49:36 PM
The light of the sun, the moon, and the stars shines bright:
The melody of love swells forth, and the rhythm of love's detachment beats the time.
Day and night, the chorus of music fills the heavens; and Kabir says
"My Beloved One gleams like the lightning flash in the sky."

Do you know how the moments perform their adoration?
Waving its row of lamps, the universe sings in worship day and night,
There are the hidden banner and the secret canopy:
There the sound of the unseen bells is heard.
Kabir says: "There adoration never ceases; there the Lord of the Universe sitteth on His throne."
The whole world does its works and commits its errors: but few are the lovers who know the Beloved.
The devout seeker is he who mingles in his heart the double currents of love and detachment, like the mingling of the streams of Ganges and Jumna;
In his heart the sacred water flows day and night; and thus the round of births and deaths is brought to an end.

Behold what wonderful rest is in the Supreme Spirit! and he enjoys it, who makes himself meet for it.
Held by the cords of love, the swing of the Ocean of Joy sways to and fro; and a mighty sound breaks forth in song.
See what a lotus blooms there without water! and Kabir says
"My heart's bee drinks its nectar."
What a wonderful lotus it is, that blooms at the heart of the spinning wheel of the universe! Only a few pure souls know of its true delight.
Music is all around it, and there the heart partakes of the joy of the Infinite Sea.
Kabir says: "Dive thou into that Ocean of sweetness: thus let all errors of life and of death flee away."

Behold how the thirst of the five senses is quenched there! and the three forms of misery are no more!
Kabir says: "It is the sport of the Unattainable One: look within, and behold how the moon-beams of that Hidden One shine in you."
There falls the rhythmic beat of life and death:
Rapture wells forth, and all space is radiant with light.
There the Unstruck Music is sounded; it is the music of the love of the three worlds.
There millions of lamps of sun and of moon are burning;
There the drum beats, and the lover swings in play.
There love-songs resound, and light rains in showers; and the worshipper is entranced in the taste of the heavenly nectar.
Look upon life and death; there is no separation between them,
The right hand and the left hand are one and the same.
Kabir says: "There the wise man is speechless; for this truth may never be found in Vedas or in books."

from The light of the sun, the moon, and the stars shines bright
Kabir
(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/345/d/0/sri_krishna_victory_by_vishnu108-d4isbdf.gif)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 05, 2012, 12:18:17 AM


Here it is – right now. Start thinking about it and you miss it.

Huang Po


(http://www.westonacupuncturist.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Vitamin-D_Sun1.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 05, 2012, 01:25:10 PM
Dear Jewell,

Yes. Realization is here and now if you could remain in thoughtless state.

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 05, 2012, 04:07:00 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

For me here and now is the matter of being,seeing. With thinking it is not there,because of indetification with it. The moment we ingludge in them,we are traped,without it,there is no bondage. 'Bondage' belongs to thought also.There is no one to remain in thoughtless state,coz it is already out of it,even now. Thoughts are passing by,but they are not problem,coz there is no more the one who thinks them. Coz the 'one' belong to thoughts too.

With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 05, 2012, 04:39:20 PM
Who

In the blue of the sky, in the green of the forest,
Whose is the hand that has painted the glow?
When the winds were asleep in the womb of the ether,
Who was it roused them and bade them to blow?

He is lost in the heart, in the cavern of Nature,
He is found in the brain where He builds up the thought:
In the pattern and bloom of the flowers He is woven,
In the luminous net of the stars He is caught.

In the strength of a man, in the beauty of woman,
In the laugh of a boy, in the blush of a girl;
The hand that sent Jupiter spinning through heaven,
Spends all its cunning to fashion a curl.

There are His works and His veils and His shadows;
But where is He then? by what name is He known?
Is He Brahma or Vishnu? a man or a woman?
Bodies or bodiless? twin or alone?

We have love for a boy who is dark and resplendent,
A woman is lord of us, naked and fierce.
We have seen Him a-muse on the snow of the mountains,
We have watched Him at work in the heart of the spheres.

We will tell the whole world of His ways and His cunning;
He has rapture of torture and passion and pain;
He delights in our sorrow and drives us to weeping,
Then lures with His joy and His beauty again.

All music is only the sound of His laughter,
All beauty the smile of His passionate bliss;
Our lives are His heart-beats, our rapture the bridal
Of Radha and Krishna, our love is their kiss.

He is strength that is loud in the blare of the trumpets,
And He rides in the car and He strikes in the spears;
He slays without stint and is full of compassion;
He wars for the world and its ultimate years.

In the sweep of the worlds, in the surge of the ages,
Ineffable, mighty, majestic and pure,
Beyond the last pinnacle seized by the thinker
He is throned in His seats that for ever endure.

The Master of man and his infinite Lover,
He is close to our hearts, had we vision to see;
We are blind with our pride and the pomp of our passions,
We are bound in our thoughts where we hold ourselves free.

It is He in the sun who is ageless and deathless,
And into the midnight His shadow is thrown;
When darkness was blind and engulfed within darkness,
He was seated within it immense and alone.


Sri Aurobindo
(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs51/f/2009/264/8/7/OM_SHIVAYA_by_VISHNU108.gif)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 05, 2012, 04:56:35 PM
Bulleh Shah

” Alif -He who meditates on Allah
His face is pale, his eyes bloodshot.
He who suffers pangs of separation,
No longer he longs his life ~ last.
Say -Soulful is my love for you,
Whom shall I go and tell?
In the swelling waters of a river at midnight
A wailing swallow fell. ”

(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/181/d/5/madan_mohan_by_vishnu108-d3klts1.gif)
art by VISHNU108
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 05, 2012, 05:10:34 PM
By my life I will not let you go


I caught the thief of Pandhari
by tying a rope around his neck.

I made my heart the prison cell
and locked him up inside.

I bound him firmly with the Word,
I fettered his holy feet,

I thrashed him, whipped him
with the word so'ham
while Vitthal complained bitterly.

Sorry, O Lord,
says Jani,
by my life I will not let you go.

Janabai
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 05, 2012, 05:42:00 PM
On the death of the Beloved


Though we need to weep your loss,
You dwell in that safe place in our hearts,
Where no storm or might or pain can reach you.

Your love was like the dawn
Brightening over our lives
Awakening beneath the dark
A further adventure of colour.

The sound of your voice
Found for us
A new music
That brightened everything.

Whatever you enfolded in your gaze
Quickened in the joy of its being;
You placed smiles like flowers
On the altar of the heart.
Your mind always sparkled
With wonder at things.

Though your days here were brief,
Your spirit was live, awake, complete.

We look towards each other no longer
From the old distance of our names;
Now you dwell inside the rhythm of breath,
As close to us as we are to ourselves.

Though we cannot see you with outward eyes,
We know our soul's gaze is upon your face,
Smiling back at us from within everything
To which we bring our best refinement.

Let us not look for you only in memory,
Where we would grow lonely without you.
You would want us to find you in presence,
Beside us when beauty brightens,
When kindness glows
And music echoes eternal tones.

When orchids brighten the earth,
Darkest winter has turned to spring;
May this dark grief flower with hope
In every heart that loves you.

May you continue to inspire us:

To enter each day with a generous heart.
To serve the call of courage and love
Until we see your beautiful face again
In that land where there is no more separation,
Where all tears will be wiped from our mind,
And where we will never lose you again.

John O'Donohue
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 05, 2012, 11:31:50 PM
How can I see the splendor of the moon


How can I see the splendor of the moon
If his face shines over my heart,
Flaming like the sun?

The Turks in his eyes charge through my soul,
While untrue curling hair
Defeats faith.

Yet if he lifted the veil from his face,
The world would be undone,
The universe astounded.

He walks through the garden
With grace, erect,
His exquisite posture mocking even the straight cypresses.

He charges, riding his gnostic horse
Into the holy space of divinity,
The sacred sphere.

Tonight the Saki with its red-stained ruby lips
Pours wine for the luxury of every drunk,
And sates every reveler's taste.

As Hayati has drunk his ecstasy,
Her soul now satisfied by the wine of his pure heart,
How can she drink any other nectar?

Bibi Hayati
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 06, 2012, 01:26:52 AM
The Shape of Love


What we see is not the most important.
Could dust rise without the invisible
hand of the wind?
Could a fan turn without any current?
Could lungs breathe without breath?
Tell me
What is the shape of Love?
How much does Joy weigh
when held in the palm of your hand?
Can you catch the Spirit of Life in a jar?

All things seen depend
upon the Unseen.
All sounds depend upon Silence.
All things felt depend
upon what is not felt.

Adyashanti
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 06, 2012, 09:11:30 PM
Winter Lotus


Intoxicated by Krishna's bewitching form,
     I have renounced all propriety and
          wander the forest shamelessly.

He strikes from the corner of His wide,
     lovely, Lordly eyes
          with that crooked,
               sidelong glance.

     O, friend!
Is there anyone capable of restraining herself
     after seeing His smiling face,
          brimming full of love?

I am like a winter lotus —
     struck, bent, and broken
          by an elephant.

 Rasakhan
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 06, 2012, 09:26:21 PM
Enchanted


I put my fingers in my ears
     to block the sound
          whenever Krishna gently plays His flute!

Declares Raskhan,
     "It happens when enchanter Mohan
          climbs to the rooftop
               to call His cows.

"I issue a warning to all the people of Braja.
     Tomorrow, I will not be able to console them.

"O, friend! Having glimpsed His smile,
     I cannot...
          I cannot...
               I will not
                    control my love."

 Rasakhan
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 06, 2012, 10:52:17 PM
She's found him, she has, but Radha disbelieves

She's found him, she has, but Radha disbelieves
That it's true, what she sees when her eyes behold
     her master's moonlike face.
Her gaze is fixed, but her mind is glazed,
     her eyes refuse to close;
And her intellect wages a raging debate:
     Is it a dream? Or is this her true Lord?
Her eyes fill and fill with beauty's high pleasure,
     then hide it away in her breast:
Like bees driven wild by any distance from honey
     they dart back and forth from the hoard to the source.
Sometimes she musters her thoughts; she wonders:
     "Who does he love? Who can this Hari be?"
For love, says Sur, is an awkward thing.
     It ripples the mind with waves.

Surdas
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Balaji on November 07, 2012, 05:00:23 PM
Ramana Satguru

There was also a devotee from Chidambaram, Subrahmanya Iyer, who often sang with great fervour Tiruvachagam, hymns in praise of Arunachala by Bhagavan, and songs in praise of Bhagavan also. One morning when he began a song with the refrain, "Ramana Satguru, Ramana Satguru, Ramana Satguru Rayane," Bhagavan also joined in the singing. The devotee got amused and began to laugh at Bhagavan himself singing his own praise. He expressed his amusement and Bhagavan replied, "What is extraordinary about it? Why should one limit Ramana to a form of six feet? Is it not the all-pervading Divinity that you adore when you sing 'Ramana Satguru, Ramana Satguru?' Why should I not also join in the singing?" We all felt lifted to Bhagavan's standpoint.

Om Namo Bagavathe Sri Ramanaya
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 07, 2012, 05:04:45 PM
Dear Balaji,

Yes. Ramana Sadguru is the name of all pervading Self, Paramatma. Sri Bhagavan had no name.

Arunachala Siva. 
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 07, 2012, 05:05:10 PM
Dear Balaji,

Yes,i like that story alot. It can teach us something,like what You said,it is all-pervading Divinity that we adore,and in the same time it is very sweet. Beautiful!

Thank You Very much!

With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Balaji on November 07, 2012, 05:06:33 PM
Kavyakantha Ganapati Sastri, was not merely a sastri, a learned man, but a poet and a tapaswin. His broad forehead, bright eyes, aquiline nose, charming face and beard, and the melodious ring in his voice - all these proclaimed that he was a rishi to be ranked with the foremost of the Vedic Seers. There was authority, dignity and sweetness in his talk, and his eyes sparkled as he spoke. He recited the following verse (sloka) in praise of Bhagavan, which he had just then composed, and explained its import :

1/ It is effulgent Devi Uma sparkling in your eyes dispelling the ignorance of devotees;
2/ It is Lakshmi Devi, the consort of lotus-eyed Vishnu, alive in your lotus face;
3/ It is Para Vak Saraswati, the consort of Brahma, dancing in your talk.
4/ Great Seer, Ramana, the Teacher of the whole world,
5/ How can mortal man praise you adequately?

Om Namo Bhagavathe Sri Ramanaya
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 07, 2012, 05:09:20 PM
Dear Jewell,

Ramana Sadguru poem (along with four other poems,) has been written by one Satyamangalam Venkatramana Iyer, in
1910-11, much earlier than Sri Bhagavan's Sri Arunachala Stuti Panchakam.

These poems are chanted on the evening of every Saturday evening in parayana in the Samadhi Hall.

Arunachala Siva. 
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 07, 2012, 05:11:06 PM
Dear Balaji,

Yes. This is one of the verses of Ramana Chatvarimsat.

Arunachala Siva.
 
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 07, 2012, 06:14:12 PM
Dear Balaji,

Beautiful verses,from Beautiful Soul Kavyakantha Ganapati Sastri!
It is indeed impossible to praise Bhagavan,our Sadguru adequately. There are no words to describe His Greateness. Our efforts toward reaching the Truth,and selfinquiry are best praise,i believe.

Thank You Very much!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 07, 2012, 06:19:38 PM
Dear Sri Subramanaian sir,

Yes,these poems are truly wonderful. I listen chantings of some poems on the internet. However,it is probably completely different experience to listen that at Ramanashram itself. And Ramana Sadguru is truly Beautiful poem!



Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 07, 2012, 06:30:26 PM
Night Mirror


Li-Young, don't feel lonely
when you look up
into great night and find
yourself the far face peering
hugely out from between
a star and a star. All that space
the nighthawk plunges through,
homing, all that distance beyond embrace,
what is it but your own infinity?

And don't be afraid
when, eyes closed, you look inside you
and find night is both
the silence tolling after stars
and the final word
that founds all beginning, find night,

abyss and shuttle,
a finished cloth
frayed by the years, then gathered
in the songs and games
mothers teach their children.

Look again
and find yourself changed
and changing, now the bewildered honey
fallen into your own hands,
now the immaculate fruit born of hunger.
Now the unequaled perfume of your dying.
And time? Time is the salty wake
of your stunned entrance upon
no name.

Li-Young Lee
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 07, 2012, 06:40:11 PM
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Fortunate Birth


In the kingdom of children
Every one of you is this child,
An innocent being
Who jumped out of heaven
And landed in Shambhala.
Fortunate birth is who you are --
Everything is perfect in your world.

Your clothing is the mist of heaven,
Your feet covered by dragon's breath,
You are the most fortunate beings on earth.
You are the children of dharma.
Nothing can close your open heart.
Other children suffer, caught in perpetual dilemma --
Because Buddha has touched you,
You are fortunate.

Be dharmic now,
Be powerful now,
Be benevolent now --
Not for me, not for others --
But because that is your blood.
When you feel privileged, use it.
When you feel ashamed, pounce.
Consume that hesitation --
It's only a flicker of your imagination.

You are the blessed people on this earth.
Every atom of your being is Buddha --
What's left is joy.
You have no excuse;
Don't sulk.
You can be sad, for sadness is
the most genuine expression.
Expression of goodness is who you are.
Being a child of dharma is dilemma.
Being a child of dharma is freedom.

Consume this hesitation of not knowing.
Never doubt,
Only walk forward.
Love everything,
For that is why you are here.

Sakyong Mipham Rinpoche
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 07, 2012, 06:54:44 PM
Of whom so dear

Of whom so dear
The name to hear
Illumines with a Glow
As intimate — as fugitive
As Sunset on the snow —

Emily Dickinson


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 07, 2012, 07:07:34 PM
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Loving Vow


I know all about the Enchanter's heart.
     His glance has merged my heart with Him.

Ever since the day
I saw the captivating and beautiful,
     moon-like face of that eminent Shyam
          in the love-bower,
     my eyes have abandoned all caution
          and family concerns.

Now I wander His forest glade.
     What can I do?
          He has captured me.

I am stuck to that mine of nectar.
     My loving vow is to His advantage.

Rasakhan
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 07, 2012, 11:43:43 PM
On Waking


I give thanks for arriving
Safely in a new dawn,
For the gift of eyes
To see the world,
The gift of mind
To feel at home
In my life,
The waves of possibility
Breaking on the shore of dawn,
The harvest of the past
That awaits my hunger,
And all the furtherings
This new day will bring.

 John O'Donohue
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 08, 2012, 01:33:12 PM
Bliss of Identity

     All Nature is taught in radiant ways to move,
All beings are in myself embraced.
O fiery boundless Heart of joy and love,
How art thou beating in a mortal’s breast !

                  It is Thy rapture flaming through my nerves
And all my cells and atoms thrill with Thee ;
My body thy vessel is and only serves
As a living wine-cup of Thy ecstasy.

I am a centre of Thy golden light
And I its vast and vague circumference,
Thou art my soul great, luminous and white
And Thine my mind and will and glowing sense.

Thy spirit’s infinite breath I feel in me;
My life is a throb of Thy eternity.

    Sri Aurobindo
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 08, 2012, 02:02:21 PM
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He bartered my heart


He bartered my heart
     looted my flesh,
     claimed as tribute
     my pleasure,
     took over
     all of me.

I'm the woman of love
for my lord, white as jasmine.

 Akka Mahadevi
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 08, 2012, 02:09:06 PM
Dear Jewell,

Akka Mahadevi is my most favorite Veera Saiva poetess.

Here is another beautiful poem from her:

O brothers, why do you talk
to this woman,
hair loose,
face withered,
body shrunk?

O fathers, why do you bother
with this woman?
She has no strength of limb,
has lost the world,
lost power of will,
turned devotee.

she has lain down
with the Lord white as Jasmine*
and has lost her caste too!

(*Lord white as Jasmine, Channa Mallikarjuna, Siva, of Sri Srisailam.)

Arunachala Siva.
 
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 08, 2012, 02:16:12 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

Yes,i noticed that Akka Mahadevi is Your favorite poetess. I like Her an Her poems too!

It is a Beautiful poem! Thank You very much!

With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 08, 2012, 08:51:07 PM
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The birds have vanished into the sky


The birds have vanished into the sky,
and now the last cloud drains away.

We sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains.

Li Po

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 08, 2012, 09:08:35 PM
Reminiscence


My soul arose at dawn and, listening, heard
One voice abroad, a solitary bird,
A song not master of its note, a cry
That persevered into eternity.
My soul leaned out into the dawn to hear
In the world's solitude its winged compeer
And, hearkening what the Angel had to say,
Saw lustre in midnight and a secret day
Was opened to it. It beheld the stars
Born from a thought and knew how being prepares.
Then I remembered how I woke from sleep
And made the skies, built earth, formed ocean deep.

Aurobindo
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 08, 2012, 10:18:02 PM
Lifts Beyond Conception

Independent
Of this body is my mind
When the call from the Golden Nightingale
Lifts and pours my being throughout
The Sky.

Independent of this mind is my
Heart

When God unfurls even a shadow of His tress
Upon my bare shoulder.

Sovereign of my illumined heart

Is the indivisible knowledge
In the gaze of my spirit’s wings climbing to
Such a sublime height they each
Become the Sun
Itself

And reside – perched beyond every throne
Known to man.

Hafiz,
This Sufi path of love is so astoundingly
Glorious

That
One day each
Wayfarer upon it will become
The Inconceivable –

The Creator of God
Himself.

 Hafiz
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 09, 2012, 03:20:13 PM
Rubaiyat verse – Enjoy

Literal

Khayam, if you are intoxicated with wine, enjoy!
If you are seated with a lover of thine, enjoy!
In the end, the Void the whole world employ
Imagine thou art not, while waiting in line, enjoy!

Meaning:

In life devote yourself to joy and love
Behold the beauty of the peaceful dove
Those who live, in the end must all perish
Live as if you are already in heavens above.

Fitzgerald:

And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,
End in the Nothing all Things end in–Yes-
Then fancy while Thou art, Thou art but what
Thou shalt be–Nothing–Thou shalt not be less.

 Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Hari on November 09, 2012, 03:33:45 PM
"Rubaiyat" is one of my favourite and Omar Khayyam one of the greatest Islamic mystics, no matter that his texts sometimes sound atheistic. Just his God has no description. He is personal, pantheistic, shunya, everything!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 09, 2012, 03:37:22 PM
Yes,dear Hari,i love Him too. It maybe sounds atheistic,but i see God in all His words. They are very profound and beautiful. I found some very good verses.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Hari on November 09, 2012, 03:41:14 PM
I see theism/pantheism/panentheism/atheism/religions and so on just as God's play or if you don't prefer the use 'God', play of the Supreme Consciousness or play of Maya. We cannot put the mystics in any category. :)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 09, 2012, 03:45:16 PM
Yes,i see it that way too. All this is His Leela only,there is nothing apart from Him. Nothing. And i like word God,coz it takes all of His manifestations and the Supreme beyond manifestation,for me. I like all His names. And He,for sure cannot be put in any category. He is beyond category.  :)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 09, 2012, 03:53:06 PM
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One Friend


Many clouds do race to hide Thee -

Of friends and wealth and fame -

And yet through mist of tears I see

Appear Thy Golden Name.

Each time my father, mother, friends

Do loudly claim they did me tend,

I wake from sleep to sweetly hear

That Thou alone didst help me here.

- Paramahansa Yogananda
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Hari on November 09, 2012, 03:54:50 PM
Yes. Everything is according to our hearts desire. Actually God is Formless but He manifests the way which is dear to our hearts. This was the most difficult part to accept about God for me. All great teachers have taught to not be attached to the form of God, finally we must let go of it. It was very, very difficult even for a Great Soul as Sri Ramakrishna. That's why I am a little afraid. How could I let go God's Form? And why should I?
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 09, 2012, 04:07:05 PM
You dont need to worry about that. It will make You to let it go,when the time comes. And,it need not to be in the same way how Sri Ramakrishna experience it,or any other Guru. It will be Your way only. I dont think we should on force try to let go some form if that is not our heart wish. Why should we. We can enjoy in formless and with form also,in the same time. Then we are truly rich.  :) God is everywhere anyway,so why not to enjoy and love all of His Beautiful forms. And when the time come to let go,or if it comes,that will happen.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Hari on November 09, 2012, 04:14:00 PM
But when I let Him go I think it will be like He disappears. :( It is like you have a close friend 10-20-30-50 years and suddenly He disappears.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 09, 2012, 04:21:36 PM
No,i dont think it will be like that. The thing is that You will let go in that moment when You wont need it anymore,when is the time to trancendent everything.
But,i truly dont believe it need to be same like in someone else's case. Sri Ramakrishna did need to let go of Kali at some point,but the Mother Kali was His cherished form after realisation too.  :)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 09, 2012, 04:59:08 PM
The Universe


What if someone said to an embryo in the womb,

‘Outside of your world of black nothing

is a miraculously ordered universe;

a vast Earth covered with tasty food;

mountains, oceans and plains,

fragrant orchards and fields full of crops;

a luminous sky beyond your reach,

with a sun, moonbeams, and uncountable stars;

and there are winds from south, north and west,

and gardens replete with sweet flowers

like a banquet at a wedding feast.

The wonders of this world are beyond description.

What are you doing living in a dark prison,

Drinking blood through that narrow tube?’

But the womb- world is all an embryo knows

And it would not be particularly impressed

By such amazing tales, saying dismissively:

‘You’re crazy. That is all a deluded fantasy.’

One day you will look back and laugh at yourself.

You’ll say, ‘ I can’t believe I was so asleep!

How did I ever forget the truth?

How ridiculous to believe that sadness and sickness

Are anything other than bad dreams.’

- Rumi
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 09, 2012, 08:23:57 PM
The minute I heard my first love story

The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.

 Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 09, 2012, 09:01:02 PM
If You are a mountain


If You are a mountain,
then I am a peacock.
If You are the moon,
then I am a partridge.

O Madho, if You break from me,
then I shall break with You.
And if I break from You,
to whom shall I then go?

If You are the lamp,
then I am the wick.
If You are the shrine,
then I am the pilgrim.

My love for You
is true and real.
When I fell in love with You,
I gave up my love for others.

Wherever I go,
there I seek to serve You.
No other god
can be a Master like You.

By praising You,
I cut Yama's noose.
Yearning for love
Ravi Dass loudly sings.

 Ravidas
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 09, 2012, 09:42:39 PM
Enlightenment

When practitioners of Zen fail to transcend
the world of their senses and thoughts,
all they do has no value.
Yet, when senses and thoughts are obliterated
all the roads to universal mind are blocked
and there is no entrance.
The primal mind has to be recognised along with the senses and thoughts.
It neither belongs to them nor is independent of them.
Don’t build your understanding on your senses and thoughts,
yet don’t look for the mind separate from your senses and thoughts.
Don’t attempt to grasp Reality by pushing away your senses
and thoughts.
Unobstructed freedom is to be neither attached not detached.
This is enlightenment.
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The Real Buddha

People perform a vast number of complex practices
hoping to gain spiritual merit as countless as the grains
of sand on the riverbed of the Ganges:
but you are essentially already perfect in every way.
Don’t try and augment perfection with meaningless practice.
If it’s the right occasion to perform them, let practices happen.
When the time has passed, let them stop.
If you are not absolutely sure that mind is the Buddha,
and if you are attached to the ideas of winning merit from spiritual practices,
then your thinking is misguided and not in harmony with the Way.
To practice complex spiritual practices is to progress step by step:
but the eternal Buddha is not a Buddha of progressive stages.
Just awaken to the one Mind,
and there is absolutely nothing to be attained.
This is the real Buddha.

 Huang Po
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 10, 2012, 02:03:19 PM
The only way to communicate is in love, through silence.
But nobody hows to be in love and nobody knows how to be in silence.
We are so full of knowledge, communication is impossible.
Language is one of the reasons there is so much misundertanding in the world.

Understanding is bliss, misunderstanding is the cause of misery.

Misunderstanding  is the stepping stone towards confusion, chaos.
Is it that we are talking too much, in that incessant chatter, that we surpass our realms of beautiful silence
and step into the dark clouds of meaningless thoughts,
each word is like a thunderbolt, sometimes it misses our mind ,
but Lo behold, when it does strike we are astonished at the interpretations.

Osho
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 10, 2012, 02:11:36 PM
Dear Jewell,

Silence is golden and it is equivalent to thousands of words. Love is Sivam. Anbe Sivam, - says Tirumoolar. Alright, how can
we love others? Unless one loves one's own Self within, he cannot love others. He can not see that others are also the Self.

Once a Pandit (knowledgeable in scriptures)  came to the Hall. He was talking to the members of the Hall for hours together.
He came like that for 10 days and kept on talking. Sri Bhagavan was quite patient while others were restless.  They were thinking:
When we have learnt the direct method, why all these indirect methods?

After 10 days, the Pandit came and sat in silence. He did not speak a word on that day. He was listening to Sri Bhagavan's words
here and there. Sri Bhagavan said: The Pandit has also become like us. All laughed.

Arunachala Siva.         
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 10, 2012, 02:49:42 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

It is a Beautiful story. And silence is indeed true comunion,because,it is comunion of consciousness itself,where is no need for words.
And yes,true love is only possible if we see the Self or God in everyone.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 10, 2012, 02:59:33 PM
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Dawn is a Friend

Dawn is a friend who comes to rouse the lover from grief,
And enemy, for from his pain he wants no relief.

Without separation's pain how can he be aware
Of the Beloved's presence in the perfumed air?

The deep night breathes quietly as a woman sleeping;
In the silence of it song's harvest spirit is reaping.

With the rising of the sun the world's day begins,
The day of the market and gossip -- the sowing of sins.

In the daylight of the world the lover is like a fish
Hooked and thrown up on the burning sand to writhe and perish.

He longs for the ocean of night with its islands of stars,
And the white hand of his Beloved that heals the day's scars.

In the silence continues the siege of the Beloved's beauty;
And his soul's sigh steals out and goes on sentry duty.

Francis Brabazon
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 10, 2012, 03:50:04 PM
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The Child Angel

Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, my child,
unflickering and pure, and delight them into silence.

They are cruel in their greed and their envy,
their words are like hidden knives thirsting for blood.

Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts, my child,
and let your gentle eyes fall upon them like the
forgiving peace of the evening over the strife of the day.

Let them see your face, my child, and thus know the
meaning of all things, let them love you and love each other.

Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless, my child.
At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming flower,
and at sunset bend your head and in silence
complete the worship of the day.

 Rabindranath Tagore
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 10, 2012, 04:04:16 PM
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Love came and emptied me of self


Love came and emptied me of self,
every vein and every pore,
made into a container to be filled by the Beloved.
Of me, only a name is left,
the rest is You my Friend, my Beloved.

 Abu-Said Abil-Kheir
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: latha on November 10, 2012, 06:51:00 PM
Dear Jewellji,

Simple and beautiful message and the picture is perfect. Thank you for sharing such gems. The truth is universal and it is only our limited minds that focuses on the differences instead of experiencing the truth that unites us all.

Om Namo Bhagavate Sri Ramanaya
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 11, 2012, 01:38:01 AM
Dear lathaji, Thank You Very much for so beautiful and kind words! Yes,the truth is universal,and there are no differences,like You said,only our minds are creating them. Without it,it is so simple and wonderful. Unity,love.  With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Vinod on November 11, 2012, 02:05:21 AM
Dear Jewell,

Rumi's quotes are very beautiful. After reading it I just took a pause and kept thinking for a while and it so true!. Before being realized we are so attached to this life, that we think it as every thing and do many mistakes to make it better NOT realizing the fact that it is just a period which we need to pass, which determines our journey to reach the final goal - Arunachala, Jesus, Allah etc (with what ever name people call)

OM ARUNAACHALESHWARAAYA NAMAHA!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 11, 2012, 02:16:50 AM
Dear Vinod, Yes,everything happens here is to take us home,to make us come to the point where all began,to our real Self and nature. And You said it beautifuly,everything passes,everything is constantly changing. That is one leson i learned,that,and leson that nothing is like it seems to,our minds interpret everything wrongly. Even our difficulties are there only to make us more aware. To live more in Now,not in past,or future. And,Yes,i love Rumi too. He is one of my favorites. Everything He wrote is so true and beautiful. With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 11, 2012, 04:36:46 PM
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Thief of hearts

Thief of hearts,
you have ransacked
this beggar's hut,
left me
nothing.

All I see
now
is the print
of your pilfering hand
everywhere.

 Ivan M. Granger
(http://bhagavan-ramana.org/arch-35_7.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 11, 2012, 04:45:04 PM
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In love with the new sun


In love with the new sun
the cherry blossom forgets
the night's frost

 Ivan M. Granger
(http://thriftyninja.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Cherry_Blossoms.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 11, 2012, 05:02:01 PM
Too many nights

Too many nights
and no moon.

Have you stopped
heaven and earth
to hide your face?

If you will not
drench me
in your light

then swallow me
in this blind
hunger!

 Ivan M. Granger
(http://www.pics22.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/awesome-peacock-flowers-graphic.gif)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 11, 2012, 05:53:48 PM
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You you


Adi Atman,

I am a fool

I place a picture
before me
and say
     -- you you

hosanna hari hari bol!

daybreak and I whisper
to the sun
     -- you

full moon night
and I cry out
     -- you

summer downpour
the thunder crash
shouts for me
     -- YOU

drowning
drunk from too much
seawater
I sputter
     -- you you you

shambo shankara!

I am a grasping fool
I say -- you --

and you are gone

when I remember to shut up
then you are here

and I am gone

Ivan M. Granger
(http://www.beezone.com/Ramana/smRamanaMaharshi.GIF)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 11, 2012, 07:06:22 PM
Dear Jewell,


வான நாடரும் அறி ஒணாத நீ
மறையில் ஈறும் முன் தொடர் ஒணாத நீ
ஏனை நாடரும் தெரி ஒணாத நீ
என்னை இன்னிதாய் ஆண்டு கொண்டவா
ஊனை நாடகம் ஆடு வித்தவா
உருகி நான் உனைப் பருக வைத்தவா
ஞான நாடகம் ஆடு வித்தவா
நைய வையகத்து உடைய விச்சையே. 99

Saint Manikkavachagar says: You are rare even to gods. The Vedas cannot reach you. Even the devout bhaktas
cannot trace you. But you have taken over me and ruled me. You made this body to do some drama in this world.
But you made this drama a drama of Jnana Sadhana. You have been made me to be born in this world only for
this drama, O My father!

Arunachala Siva.   
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 11, 2012, 07:16:21 PM
O,it is so Beautiful! Such heart touching words.

Thank You Very much for this poem,dear Sri Subramanian sir!

With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 11, 2012, 07:29:32 PM
Dear Jewell,

விச்சு அது இன்றியே விளைவமு செய்குவாய்
விண்ணும் மண்ணகம் முழுதும் யாவையும்
வைச்சு வாங்குவாய் வஞ்சகப் பெரும்
புலையனேனை உன்கோயில் வாயிலிற்
பிச்சன்ஆக்கினாய் பெரிய அன்பருக்கு
உரியன் ஆக்கினாய் தாம் வளர்த்தது ஓர்
நச்சு மாமரம் ஆயினும் கொலார்
நானும் அங்கனே உடைய நாதனே. 100

(Maniikkavachagar, Tiruvachakam, tiru Sadhagam, 10, Anandatitam, Verse 6.)
 
What are God's capacities?  These are immeasurable. He can harvest without even putting a seed on the field!
He can create, sustain and dissolve the earth and sky! But this great Power made this lowly dog eater to come and
join your group in the temple and made other ardent devotees to love me and made them own me as one among
their group. Will anyone cut off the tree just because a fruit is poisonous. So I am also like that, O Lord, you make
me bear good fruits and not cut me off.

Arunachala Siva.   
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 11, 2012, 07:33:07 PM
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A Blessing for One Who is Exhausted


When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic,
Time takes on the strain until it breaks;
Then all the unattended stress falls in
On the mind like an endless, increasing weight,

The light in the mind becomes dim.
Things you could take in your stride before
Now become laborsome events of will.

Weariness invades your spirit.
Gravity begins falling inside you,
Dragging down every bone.

The tide you never valued has gone out.
And you are marooned on unsure ground.
Something within you has closed down;
And you cannot push yourself back to life.

You have been forced to enter empty time.
The desire that drove you has relinquished.
There is nothing else to do now but rest
And patiently learn to receive the self
You have forsaken for the race of days.

At first your thinking will darken
And sadness take over like listless weather.
The flow of unwept tears will frighten you.

You have traveled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.

Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through.

Become inclined to watch the way of rain
When it falls slow and free.

Imitate the habit of twilight,
Taking time to open the well of color
That fostered the brightness of day.

Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.
Be excessively gentle with yourself.

Stay clear of those vexed in spirit.
Learn to linger around someone of ease
Who feels they have all the time in the world.

Gradually, you will return to yourself,
Having learned a new respect for your heart
And the joy that dwells far within slow time.

 John O'Donohue
(http://www.stuartperrin.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/ramana-maharshi-recline.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 11, 2012, 07:35:15 PM
Dear Jewell,

Nice poem by John. Thanks.

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 11, 2012, 07:39:59 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

Wonderful! I truly feel this way. Whatever happens,happens because of His will and Love. Whatever fruit we give it is all His Love's fruit. That is only that Love manifesting in so many Beautiful and sweet ways. How wonderful and magical are His ways!

Thank You Very much!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 11, 2012, 07:45:42 PM
Dear Jewell,

God or the Self has got another name - LOVE. Without one loving his own Self, he cannot love others. Because in everyone
there is the Self. The Upanishads say: A man loves his wife not for her sake but the Self within her. So also he loves his
son, daughter, relatives etc.,

In 'Tamizh, there is a saying, Anbe Sivam. Siva is Love.

Arunachala Siva. 
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 11, 2012, 07:55:48 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

 :) Yes,it is another name for the Self. It is the nature of the Self,and even all this started because of Love. I agree,we love everybody only beacuse of love for the Self,and when it is pure then it is the love for the love's sake. So in Tamizh love is Anbe? Good to know.

Thank You Very much!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 12, 2012, 06:22:44 PM
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For a New Beginning


In out-of-the-way places of the heart,
Where your thoughts never think to wander,
This beginning has been quietly forming,
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.

For a long time it has watched your desire,
Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,
Noticing how you willed yourself on,
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.

It watched you play with the seduction of safety
And the gray promises that sameness whispered,
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,
Wondered would you always live like this.

Then the delight, when your courage kindled,
And out you stepped onto new ground,
Your eyes young again with energy and dream,
A path of plenitude opening before you.

Though your destination is not yet clear
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning
That is at one with your life's desire.

Awaken your spirit to adventure;
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm,
For your soul senses the world that awaits you.

 John O'Donohue
(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/098/1/8/sri_vishnu_by_vishnu108-d4vfgck.gif)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 12, 2012, 06:51:46 PM
This love -- O Bulleh -- tormenting, unique

This love -- O Bulleh -- tormenting, unique
the face of the idol akin to the divine in heaven
can there be divinity without my beloved
even if I have to contest the scriptures
this love is fearless, marches to death in defiance
dances and whirls like a street prostitute,
to win a single smile from the beloved

 Bulleh Shah

(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m91uufANWu1r2pr83o1_500.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 12, 2012, 07:01:48 PM
The lover is outcast and idle

My soul,
the way of the masters
is thinner than the thinnest.
What blocked Solomon's way was an ant.

Night and day the lover's
tears never end,
tears of blood,
remembering the Beloved.

"The lover is outcast and idle,"
they used to tell me.
It's true.
It happened to me.

I tried to make sense of the Four Books,
until love arrived,
and it all became a single syllable.

You who claim to be dervishes
and to never do what God forbids --
the only time you're free of sin
is when you're in His hands.

Two people were talking.
One said, "I wish I could see this Yunus."
"I've seen him," the other says,
"He's just another old lover."

Yunus Emre
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 12, 2012, 07:27:53 PM
Love is a lamp of God, I am its moth

Love is a lamp of God, I am its moth;
love is a shackle, my heart is its crazy captive.

Since becoming a sharer in the secret of your glance
my heart became a friend of the friend, a stranger to the stranger.

Making no difference between dry piety and endless carouse --
such is the libertine way of the masters of ecstasy.

The black soil of the reveler's world is full of abundance,
the sun of wisdom rises in the tavern jar.

He drinks the wine mingled with poison of the glance of those eyes;
I could be tipsy from the languor of those blue eyes.

Take care, do not neglect that sleeping dagger,
its tale is always the gossip of death.

Galib, enter the secluded palace of pleasure and see its secret,
the wise way of the daughter of the vine is something else.

 Seyh Galib
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 13, 2012, 12:22:14 AM
Love is Lord of All

Why are Nature's changes bound
To a fixed and ordered round?
What to leagu'd peace hath bent
Every warring element?
Wherefore doth the rosy morn
Rise on Phibus' car upborne?
Why should Phobe rule the night,
Led by Hesper's guiding light?
What the power that doth restrain
In his place the restless main,
That within fixed bounds he keeps,
Nor o'er earth in deluge sweeps?
Love it is that holds the chains,
Love o'er sea and earth that reigns;
Love whom else but sovereign Love?
Love, high lord in heaven above!
Yet should he his care remit,
All that now so close is knit
In sweet love and holy peace,
Would no more from conflict cease,
But with strife's rude shock and jar
All the world's fair fabric mar.

Tribes and nations Love unites
By just treaty's sacred rites;
Wedlock's bonds he sanctifies
By affection's softest ties.
Love appointeth, as is due,
Faithful laws to comrades true
Love, all-sovereign Love!oh, then,
Ye are blest, ye sons of men,
If the love that rules the sky
In your hearts is throned on high!

 Boethius
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 13, 2012, 12:39:11 AM
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Fidelity

Beloved,
do not retreat
in wounded
silence.

You once whispered
in my ear
that you know even
my dreams.

Then you know
I dream
of laying with you
again
at our golden spring
until I remember
no other

home.

 Ivan M. Granger
(http://www.arunachala-ramana.org/photos/restored_photos/full/CLO_16.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 13, 2012, 12:46:39 AM
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Mother

Mother,
You're always finding ways to amuse Yourself.

Syama, You stream of nectar,
through Your deluding power
You forge a horrible face
and adorn Yourself with a necklace of skulls.
The earth quakes under Your leaps and bounds.
You are frightful
     with that sword in Your hand.
At other times
You take a flirtatious pose,
and then, Mother,
even the God of Love is undone!

Your form is inconceivable and undecaying.
Narayani, Tripura, Tara --
You are beyond the three qualities
     yet composed of them.
You are terrifying,
You are black,
You are beautiful.

Thus assuming various forms,
You fulfill wishes of Your worshipers.
Sometimes You even dance
     Brahman, Eternal One
in the lotus heart of Kamalakanta.

 Kamalakanta
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 13, 2012, 01:01:58 AM
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The Adoration of the Divine Mother III

Bring into life’s closed room the Immortal’s air
And fill the finite with the Infinite.
All that denies must be torn out and slain
And crushed the many longings for whose sake
We lose the One for whom our lives were made.
Now other claims had hushed in him their cry:
Only he longed to draw her presence and power
Into his heart and mind and breathing frame;
Only he yearned to call for ever down
Her healing touch of love and truth and joy
Into the darkness of the suffering world.
His soul was freed and given to her alone.

- Sri Aurobindo
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 13, 2012, 06:00:56 PM
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Devotion for Thee

Life in my body pulsates only for Thee,
My heart beats in resignation to Thy will.
If on my dust a tuft of grass were to grow
Every blade would tremble with my devotion for Thee!

 Khwaja Abdullah Ansari
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 13, 2012, 06:28:54 PM
Give Me

O Lord, give me a heart
I can pour out in thanksgiving.
Give me life
So I can spend it
Working for the salvation of the world.

 Khwaja Abdullah Ansari
(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/099/8/5/bhagavad_gita_by_vishnu108-d26er5o.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 13, 2012, 06:55:14 PM
So what if love's idol is hidden? One's heart will never be far away

So what if love's idol is hidden? One's heart will never be far away.
My guide lives many mountains away, but he is visible before me.
Whoever has one grain of love is drunk without wine.
They are true mystics, Bahu, whose graves are alive.

Sultan Bahu
(http://www.arunachala-ramana.org/arunachala/images/girivalam/aruna_057.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 13, 2012, 07:13:21 PM
Pain

And a woman spoke, saying, Tell us of Pain.
And he said:
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

Much of your pain is self-chosen,
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.

 Kahlil Gibran
(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N0kT1r2xEgI/T4bNeZ8KtlI/AAAAAAAAAJU/gIB5T8XUgS0/s1600/GodsHands.jpg)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 13, 2012, 07:23:07 PM
Dear Jewell,

See this wonderful song from Tiruppugazh:  I shall give the meaning later.


   
......... பாடல் .........

ஓருரு வாகிய தாரகப் பிரமத்
     தொருவகைத் தோற்றத் திருமர பெய்தி
          ஒன்றா யொன்றி யிருவரிற் றோன்றி மூவா தாயினை

இருபிறப் பாளரி னொருவ னாயினை
     ஓராச் செய்கையி னிருமையின் முன்னாள்

நான்முகன் குடுமி இமைப்பினிற் பெயர்த்து
     மூவரும் போந்து இருதாள் வேண்ட
          ஒருசிறை விடுத்தனை

ஒருநொடி யதனில் இருசிறை மயிலின்
     முந்நீ ருடுத்த நானிலம் அஞ்ச நீவலஞ் செய்தனை

நால்வகை மருப்பின் மும்மதத் திருசெவி
     ஒருகைப் பொருப்பன் மகளை வேட்டனை

ஒருவகை வடிவினி லிருவகைத் தாகிய
     மும்மதன் தனக்கு மூத்தோ னாகி
          நால்வாய் முகத்தோன் ஐந்துகைக் கடவுள்
               அறுகு சூடிக் கிளையோ னாயினை

ஐந்தெழுத் ததனில் நான்மறை யுணர்த்து
     முக்கட் சுடரினை இருவினை மருந்துக்
          கொருகுரு வாயினை

ஒருநாள் உமையிரு முலைப்பா லருந்தி
     முத்தமிழ் விரகன் நாற்கவி ராஜன்
          ஐம்புலக் கிழவன் அறுமுக னிவனென
               எழில்தரு மழகுடன் கழுமலத் துதித்தனை

அறுமீன் பயந்தனை ஐந்தரு வேந்தன்
     நான்மறைத் தோற்றத்து முத்தலைச் செஞ்சூட்
          டன்றி லங்கிரி யிருபிள வாக ஒருவேல் விடுத்தனை

காவிரி வடகரை மேவிய குருகிரி இருந்த
     ஆறெழுத் தந்தணர் அடியிணை போற்ற
          ஏரகத் திறைவ னென இருந்தனையே.

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 13, 2012, 07:33:31 PM
Dear Jewell,

See this poem of Manikkavachagar. He describes the pains and sufferings right from his stay in the womb,
till he attained aduthood:


 யானை முதலா எறும்பு ஈறாய
ஊனம் இல் யோனியின் உள்வினை பிழைத்தும்
மானுடப் பிறப்பினுள் மாதா உதரத்து
ஈனம் இல் கிருமிச் செருவினில் பிழைத்தும்
ஒரு மதித் தான்றியின் இருமையில் பிழைத்தும்
இருமதி விளைவின் ஒருமையில் பிழைத்தும்
மும்மதி தன்னுள் அம்மதம் பிழைத்தும்
ஈர் இரு திங்களில் பேர் இருள் பிழைத்தும்
அஞ்சு திங்களில் முஞ்சுதல் பிழைத்தும்
ஆறு திங்களில் ஊறு அலர் பிழைத்தும 20

ஏழு திங்களில் தாழ் புவி பிழைத்தும்
எட்டுத் திங்களில் கட்டமும் பிழைத்தும்
ஒன்பதில் வருதரு துன்பமும் பிழைத்தும்
தக்க தசமதி தாயொடு தான்படும்
துக்க சாகரம் துயர் இடைப்பிழைத்தும்
ஆண்டுகள் தோறும் அடைந்த அக்காலை
ஈண்டியும் இருத்தியும் எனைப்பல பிழைத்தும்
காலை மலமொடு கடும்பகல் பசி நிசி
வேலை நித்திரை யாத்திரை பிழைத்தும்
கரும்குழல் செவ்வாய் வெள்நகைக் கார்மயில் 30

ஒருங்கிய சாயல் நெருங்கி உள் மதர்த்துக்
கச்சு அற நிமிர்ந்து கதிர்ந்து முன் பணைத்து
எய்த்து இடைவருந்த எழுந்து புடைபரந்து
ஈர்க்கு இடைபோகா இளமுலை மாதர்தம்
கூர்த்த நயனக் கொள்ளையில் பிழைத்தும்
பித்த உலகர் பெரும் துறைப் பரப்பினுள்
மத்தம் களிறு எனும் அவாவிடைப் பிழைத்தும்
கல்வி என்னும் பல்கடல் பிழைத்தும்
செல்வம் என்னும் அல்லலில் பிழைத்தும்
நல்குரவு என்னும் தொல்விடம் பிழைத்தும் 40

புல்வரம்பு ஆய பலதுறை பிழைத்தும்
தெய்வம் என்பதோர் சித்தம் உண்டாகி
முனிவு இலாதது ஓர் பொருள் அது கருதலும்
ஆறு கோடி மாயா சக்திகள்
வேறு வேறு தம் மாயைகள் தொடங்கின
ஆத்தம் ஆனார் அயலவர் கூடி
நாத்திகம் பேசி நாத்தழும்பு ஏறினர்
சுற்றம் என்னும் தொல்பசுக் குழாங்கள்
பற்றி அழைத்துப் பதறினர் பெருகவும்
விரதமே பரம் ஆக வேதியரும் 50

சரதம் ஆகவே சாத்திரம் காட்டினர்
சமய வாதிகள் தம்தம் தங்களே
அமைவது ஆக அரற்றி மலைந்தனர்
மிண்டிய மாயா வாதம் என்னும்
சண்ட மாருதம் சுழிந்து அடித்துத் தாஅர்த்து
உலோகாய தமெனும் ஒள் திறப்பாம்பின்
கலா பேதத்த கடுவிடம் எய்தி
அதில் பெருமாயை எனைப்பல சூழவும்
தப்பாமே தாம் பிடித்தது சலியாத்
தழலது கண்ட மெழுகு அது போலத் 60

தொழுது உளம் உருகி அழுது உடல்கம்பித்து
ஆடியும் அலறியும் பாடியும் பரவியும்
கொடிறும் பேதையும் கொண்டது விடாதென
படியே ஆகி நல் இடைஅறா அன்பின்
பசுமரத்து ஆணி அறைந்தால் போலக்
கசிவது பெருகிக் கடல் என மறுகி
அகம் குழைந்து அனுகுலமாய் மெய் விதிர்த்துச்
சகம் பேய் என்று தம்மைச் சிரிப்ப
நாண் அது ஒழிந்து நாடவர் பழித்துரை
பூண் அது ஆகக் கோணுதல் இன்றிச் 70

சதுர் இழந்து அறிமால் கொண்டு சாரும்
கதியது பரமா அதிசயம் ஆகக்
கற்றா மனம் எனக் கதறியும் பதறியும்
மற்று ஓர் தெய்வம் கனவிலும் நினையாது
அருபரத்து ஒருவன் அவனியில் வந்து
குருபரன் ஆகி அருளிய பெருமையைச்
சிறுமை என்று இகழாதே திருவடி இணையைப்
பிறிவினை அறியா நிழல் அது போல
முன் பின்னாகி முனியாது அத்திசை
என்பு நைந்து உருகி நெக்கு நெக்கு ஏங்கி 80

அன்பு எனும் ஆறு கரை அது புரள
நன்புலன் ஒன்றி நாத என்று அரற்றி
உரை தடுமாறி உரோமம் சிலிர்ப்ப
கரமலர் மொட்டித்து இருதயம் மலரக்
கண்களி கூர நுண் துளி அரும்ப
சாயா அன்பினை நாள்தொரும் தழைப்பவர்
தாயே ஆகி வளர்த்தனை போற்றி
மெய் தரு வேதியன் ஆகி வினைகெடக்
கைதரவல்ல கடவுள் போற்றி
ஆடக மதுரை அரசே போற்றி 90

கூடல் இலங்கு குருமணி போற்றி
தென் தில்லை மன்றினுள் ஆடி போற்றி
இன்று எனக்கு ஆர் அமுது ஆனாய் போற்றி
மூவா நான்மறை முதல்வா போற்றி
சேவார் வெல்கொடிச் சிவனே போற்றி 

I shall give the meaning later.

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 13, 2012, 08:52:51 PM
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You must accept those who surrender to you

If the Ganga flows to the ocean
and the ocean turns her away,
tell me, O Vitthal,
who would hear her complaint?

Can the river reject its fish?
Can the mother spurn her child?

Jan says,
Lord,
you must accept those
who surrender to you.

 Janabai
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 14, 2012, 04:57:07 PM
Dear Jewell,

Here is another gem from Tiruppugazh. Arunagiri Nathar says all the details of various diseases one has to undergo
in this birth, and unless Sadasiva helps him with love and grace, he cannot overcome this birth, diseases, senility,
and death.

தனத்தத் தானன தானன தானன
     தனத்தத் தானன தானன தானன
          தனத்தத் தானன தானன தானன ...... தந்ததான

......... பாடல் .........

எலுப்புத் தோல்மயிர் நாடிகு ழாமிடை
     இறுக்குச் சீபுழு வோடடை மூளைகள்
          இரத்தச் சாகர நீர்மல மேவிய ...... கும்பியோடை

இளைப்புச் சோகைகள் வாதம் விலாவலி
     உளைப்புச் சூலையொ டேவலு வாகிய
          இரைப்புக் கேவல மூலவி யாதியொ ...... டண்டவாதங்

குலைப்புக் காய்கனல் நீரிழி வீளையொ
     டளைப்புக் காதடை கூனல்வி சூசிகை
          குருட்டுக் கால்முட மூமையு ளூடறு ...... கண்டமாலை

குடிப்புக் கூனமி தேசத மாமென
     எடுத்துப் பாழ்வினை யாலுழல் நாயெனு
          னிடத்துத் தாள்பெற ஞானச தாசிவ ...... அன்புதாராய்

கெலிக்கப் போர்பொரு சூரர்கு ழாமுமி
     ழிரத்தச் சேறெழ தேர்பரி யாளிகள்
          கெடுத்திட் டேகடல் சூர்கிரி தூள்பட ...... கண்டவேலா

கிளர்ப்பொற் றோளிச ராசர மேவியெ
     யசைத்துப் பூசைகொள் ஆயிப ராபரி
          கிழப்பொற் காளைமெ லேறுமெ நாயகி ...... பங்கின்மேவும்

வலித்துத் தோள்மலை ராவண னானவன்
     எடுத்தப் போதுடல் கீழ்விழ வேசெய்து
          மகிழ்ப்பொற் பாதசி வாயந மோஅர ...... சம்புபாலா

மலைக்கொப் பாமுலை யாள்குற மாதினை
     அணைத்துச் சீர்புலி யூர்பர மாகிய
          வடக்குக் கோபுர வாசலில் மேவிய ...... தம்பிரானே.

After telling all these he completes the song by praying to Muruga who is near the Northern Towers of Chidambaram
temple. This shrine is called Pandiya Nayakar temple. Very powerful deity for curing all illnesses.

You can again see the meaning and anglisized version in the same website www.kaumaram.com

Arunachala Siva.   
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 14, 2012, 09:46:12 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

I found translation. Wonderful!  :) Thank You!!!

Here it is:

elupputh thOl mayir nAdi kuzhAm idai: Bones, skin, hair, clusters of veins and arteries,

iRukku chee puzhuvOd adai mULaigaL: the dormant puss, worms and germs, various parts of the brain,

iraththa sAgara neer mala mEviya kumbiyOdai: sea of blood, water, faeces - these are all filled in this body, a slimy pond;

iLaippu sOgaigaL vAtham vilA vali: general weakness, anaemia, rheumatism, paralysis,

uLaippu sUlaiyodE valu vAgiya iraippu: stomach ache, chUlai (another kind of stomach pain), extreme breathlessness,

kEvala mUla viyAdhiyodu aNdavAtham: the worst kind of piles, swelling of the testicles,

kulaippuk kAy kanal neerizhiv eeLaiyodu aLaippu: nervous debility, high fever, diabetes, bronchitis causing accumulation of phlegm,

kAdhadai kUnal visUsigai: deafness, hunched back, cholera,

kuruttuk kAl mudam UmaiyuL UdaRu kaNta mAlai: blindness, lameness, itchy ring worm around the neck that eats the flesh from inside,-

kudippuk kUnam idhE satham Amena eduththu: such diseases have settled inside this miserable body; thinking that this body is everlasting,

pAzh vinaiyAl uzhal nAyen: I, the lowly dog, roam about aimlessly afflicted by my bad deeds.

unidaththu thALpeRa nyAna sadhAsiva anbuthArAy: To enable me to attain Your hallowed feet, kindly grant me the Auspicious and Blissful Knowledge.

kelikkap pOr poru sUrar kuzhAm umizh iraththa sERezha: They came to the battlefield in order to win; but the blood gushing from the multitude of demons formed a slimy pond;

thEr pari yALigaLkeduththittE: their armies of chariots, horses and elephants were all destroyed;

kadal sUr giri thUL pada kaNda vElA: The seas, Demon SUran and Mount Krouncha, along with the seven hills, were all smashed by Your Spear, Oh Lord!

kiLarp potrOLi: She has majestic and beautiful shoulders;

charAchara mEviye asaiththup pUjaikoL Ayi: She is the Mother, who mingles with all stationary and moving objects of the Universe and also influences them all and accepts all puja offerings;

parApari: She is the all-pervasive One;

kizhappoR kALai melERum enAyaki panginmEvum: She mounts Her favourite Bull, Nandi; She is Our Goddess PArvathi, and He is Her consort by Her side;

valiththuth thOLmalai rAvaNan Anavan eduththap pOdhu: when RAvaNan exerted the strength of his shoulders fully and attempted to lift Mount KailAsh*,

udal keezh vizhavE seydhu magizh poRpAdha: He gleefully made Ravanas's body fall under the Mount by the force of the big toe of His lovely feet;

sivAya namO ara sambu bAlA: and He is the fundamental substance in the five- lettered ManthrA "SivAyanamaha". He is Lord SivA Sambu, and You are His son!

malaik oppA mulaiyAL kuRamAdhinai aNaiththu: You embraced VaLLi, the KuRavAs' damsel, who has mountain-like bosoms!

seerpuliyUr paramAgiya vadakku gOpura vAsalil mEviya thambirAnE.: In this famous town called PuliyUr (Chidhambaram), You remain the highest principle by the side of the northern temple tower, Oh Unique Lord!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 14, 2012, 09:49:30 PM
OruruvAgiya thAragap piramaththu: The Brahmam is the complete, primeval principle of ONENESS (1);

oruvagaith thOtRaththu: in a unique (1) form of Lord SivA (when His five faces are joined with the sixth, athOmugam),

irumarapeythi: the two (2) characterstics, namely, Shakthi and Sivam, are combined

onRAy onRi: to unite (1) as a single (1) manifestation;

iruvAriR thOnRi: having the origin from the two (2) aspects, namely, Shakthi and Sivam

mUvAthAyinai: You for ever remain youthful (mU refers to the number 3);

irupiRappALarin: Coming in the lineage of Brahmins (who are supposed to have two (2) births, one before the holy-thread ceremony and one after)

oruvan Ayinai: You came as the unique (1) poet, ThirugnAna Sambandhar!

OrAc cheygaiyin: (OrA has two meanings: one -1- and ignorant) Being ignorant of the meaning of the PraNava Manthra (OM)

irumaiyin munnAL: (irumai has two meanings: two -2- and pride) when proud Brahma walked past Murugan one day (munnAl has two meanings: three -3- and one day),

nAnmugan kudumi imaippiniR peyarththu: the tuft of the four-faced (4) Brahma was instantaneously untangled (with Your knuckles);

mUvarum pOnthu iruthAL vENda: VishNu, SivA and IndrA, the three (3) Lords, approached You and prostrated at Your two (2) feet requesting compassion;

orusiRai viduththanai: then, You released Brahma from his unitary (1) prison-cell.

orunodiyathanil irusiRai mayilin: In the matter of one (1) second, You mounted the peacock with two (2) wings;

munneeer uduththa nAnilam anja: the earth wearing the seas, surrounded by water in three (3) sides as a robe, and consisting of four (4) major subdivisions, namely, mullai - the forests, kuRinji - the mountains, marutham - plains with paddy-fields, and neythal - the seaside, was terrified (anja has two meanings: the number five -5- and terrified);

nee valam seythanai: You flew around the world!

nAlvagai maruppin mummathaththu: The divine elephant, AirAvadham, has four (4) different tusks and is capable of being affected by three (3) kinds of frenzy;

irusevi orugai poruppan: it has two (2) ears and a unique (1) trunk; that mountain-like elephant belongs to IndrA;

magaLai vEttanai: and You wooed IndrA's daughter, DEvayAnai, and married her!

oruvagai vadivinil: In one (1) form of a special figure,

iruvagaiththu Agiya: He could come in two (2) different forms, namely an older elephant and a younger elephant;

mummathan thanakku: the older elephant has three (3) different discharges of bilious juices of frenzy (namely, through its cheeks, its trunk and its jaw);

mUththOn Agi: You became the older* brother of that older elephant;

nAlvAy mugaththOn: (nAlvAy has two meanings: four (4) and hanging mouth, (namely, trunk) he has a trunk hanging from His mouth;

ainthugaik kadavuL: He has five (5) arms (four arms from the shoulders plus the trunk)

aRugu sUdikku: He wears his favourite grass aRugam (cynodon) (Arugam has two meanings: the number six -6- and cynodon grass); He is Lord GaNapathi;

iLaiyOn Ayinai: You are the younger brother of that Lord;

ainthezuththu athanil: through the five (5) sacred letters of Lord SivA (namely, NamasivAya)

nAnmaRai uNarththu: the four (4) vEdAs declare Him to be the Lord Almighty;

mukkat chudarinai: He has three (3) effulgent eyes (namely, the Sun, the Moon and the Fire - agni);

iruvinai marunthukku: He is the ultimate medicine for the two (2) kinds of deeds (namely, good and bad); He is Lord SivA;

oru guruvAyinai: and You are the unique (1) Master of that Lord SivA!

orunAL: Once (1) upon a time,

umaiyiru mulaippAl arunthi: imbibing the holy milk from the two (2) hallowed breasts of Goddess UmA DEvi,

muththamiz viragan: he became an expert in all the three (3) branches of Tamil language (namely, literature, music and drama);

nARkavi rAjan: he became the king of four (4) kinds of poetry**

aimpulak kizhavan: he conquered the five (5) sensory organs, without being subject to any of their influence;

aRumugan ivan ena: people referred to him as none other than Lord ShanmugA, with six (6) faces;

ezhiltharum azhagudan: he had an extraordinary youth and handsomness (ezhil has two meanings: the number -7- and handsomness);

kazhumalaththu uthiththanai: he was ThirugnAna Sambandhar; and You were born as him in SeegAzhi, Oh Lord!

aRumeen payanthanai: You came as the child of the six (6) KArthigai maids (represented by the six star-constellation, KArthigai);

aim tharu vEnthan: You became the emperor of the Celestial world that possesses five (5) wish-yielding trees (namely, kaRpagam, manthAram, pArijAtham, santhAnam and arichanthanam);

nAnmaRaith thOtRaththu: this mountain has a secretive appearance like the four (4) vEdAs;

muththalaic chenjchUttu: it has three (3) distinctive reddish peaks as its crest;

anRilang giri: that mountain has the name of the bird anRil (KrounchA);

iru piLavAga: it was split into two (2)

oru vEl viduththanai: when You wielded Your singularly (1) unique spear, Oh Lord!

kAviri vadakarai mEviya gurugiri: Choosing SwAmimalai, on the northern bank of River KAvEri,

ARezuththu anthaNar adiyiNai pOtRa: as Your lotus feet are extolled by VEdic priests chanting the six-lettered manthrA, SaravaNabava,

Eragaththu iRaivan ena irunthanaiyE: You are seated with relish as the Lord of ThiruvEragam (SwAmimalai)!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 14, 2012, 10:17:40 PM
Third gave me a headache.  :) I could not find it. But here it is. I hope it is right.

   On earth girt by the watery seas, from elephant to ant,
Through many matrices I passed,
Obtained a human form within my mother's womb.
..
Thus was I born into the sad sea of th' afflictive life.
Then during each year as it met me
I gained and hoarded gains. How varied was my life!.
Morning's routine, hunger in noontide hour, and night
For sleep. In journeys oft I lived.
Jet black locks, and crimson lips, and radiant smiles were hers;

   Into love's sea I plunged.
..
In the wide marts where foolish worldlings toil
I lived, still slave to fierce desires.
I lived by sea of learning multiform;
I lived in sorrow men call wealth;
I lived 'mid ancient stings of poverty,

   And thus in varied forms and fortunes spent my days.
Then wondrous thought of the Divine, so-called, arose.
Soon as I knew that BEING, free from hate, unique,
Delusive powers in ever-changing millions
Began beguiling varied play.

Relations, neighbours, came around,
With fluent tongue they urged their 'atheism'
Friends around (such herds of cattle old !)-
Seiz'd me, call'd, hurried to and fro;
The BrAhman said 'the way of penance is supreme

   And others showed the law of trusting love !
Sectarian disputants complacently
Discordant tenets shouted loud and fought.
Then haughty VedAnt creed unreal came,
Whirled, dashed, and roared like furious hurricane.
LOkAyathan a glistening mighty snake
Brought cruel poisoned heresies.
Whilst these delusions, endless, girt me round,
Lest I should go astray, He laid His hand on me !
As wax before the unwearied fire

   With melting soul I worshipt, wept, and bent myself,
Danced, cried aloud, and sang, and prayed.
They say: 'The tooth of elephant and woman's grasp relax not,'
So I with love, real, interrnitting never,
Was pierced, as wedge driven into soft young tree.
All tears, I like the refluent sea was tossed;
Soul was subdued, and body quivered with delight.
While the world called me demon, mocking me,
False shame I threw aside; the folk's abusive word
I took as ornament; nor did I swerve.

   My mind was rapt;-a fool, but in my folly wise,-
The goal I sought to reach infinity ! All wondering desire,
As cow yearns for its calf, I moaning, hurried to and fro.
Not ev'n in dreams thought I of other gods.
The One most precious Infinite to earth came down;
Nor did I greatness of the Sage superne contemn,
Who came in grace. Thus from the pair of sacred feet
Like shadow from its substance parting not,
Before, behind, at every point, to it I clung.
My inmost self in strong desire dissolved, I yearned;

   Love's river overflowed its banks;
My senses all in Him were centredl; 'Lord !' I cried.
With stammering speech, and quivering frame
I clasped adoring hands; my heart expanding like a flower.
Eyes gleamed with joy and tears distilled.
His love that fails not day by day still burgeons forth !
Like mother, Thou hast brought me up, I praise !
God, strong to cancel deeds of ours,
Who didst become in truth a Sage, I praise !
King of golden Madura !

   Guru Pearl, in KUdal shining bright !
Dancing in southern Tillai's court,
This day to me precious ambrosia Thou !
Source of the fourfold mystic Scroll that ne'er grows old !
Civan, whose conquering banner is the Bull !

It is Beautiful! And i truly enjoyed in this search.  :)

Thank You Very much sir!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 14, 2012, 10:47:16 PM
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We Yield Our Hearts


Lodgers we who on Thy threshold dwell,
and nightingales that in Thy garden sing,
whether we leave Thy door, or waiting stand,
of only Thee we speak, of Thee we hear.
Since we are captives caught within Thy nets,
where shall we trust our passion of our heads?
And since in Thy affection we draw breath,
how shall we yearn for strangers? Lo, we lay
our heads upon the threshold of Thy door,
waiting to come to Thee. Since we have quaffed
the beaker of Thy love, we yield our hearts
and make our Lives Thy ransom: since we come
again into Thy street, we turn our backs
on all that is, save Thee. Our souls are bound
to serve Thee, though in grief, and we have died
to selfhood! We are captives of Thy love
and have not strength to flee. Thy beauty's fever
hat lit a flame: shall not our hearts be burned?

Fakhruddin Iraqi
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 14, 2012, 10:58:39 PM
One Heart

Look at the birds. Even flying
is born

out of nothing.

The first sky
is inside you, open
at either end of day.

The work of wings
was always freedom, fastening
one heart to every falling thing.

 Li-Young Lee
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 14, 2012, 11:57:21 PM
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At love's most sumptuous feast was I with love made drunk


At love's most sumptuous feast was I with love made drunk -
Is not this why to me besotted seems the monk?

Of love I took a draught, I worship at its shrine;
Think not, a pious one, that I am drunk with wine.

Love leaves me dazed and sick, I stagger, overcome,
Whene'er to its embrace, enchanted, I succumb.

I am a drunkard, aye, but wine to me seems weak;
Upon the couch of love sweet solace do I seek.

When man, by Nature's will, did first appear on earth
A dram of love did he receive from her at birth.

Wind, water, fire and flame, the world is drunk with love,
The devil and the ghost, the serpent and the dove.

The earth, and heaven too, this would I say on oath,
So trust my words, I pray, are sots and drunkards both.

The sky reels drunkenly; the stars, half-swooning, wink -
Of love's sweet-scented wine a cupful did they drink.

And so in paradise did Eve, and Adam too,
Men, angels, houris, sprites, the faithless and the true;

Kings, prophets, holy men, Mukhtar and Suleiman,
And Noah of the Ark, and Jesus - everyone;

The Shah Mardan, Kerrar, the heathen, the devout,
Those who are firm of faith and also those who doubt;

Apostles, saints and seers, the scorned and the extolled,
The sages and the fools, the young, the very old.

The zealous Mufti claims his share in open glee;
The Ghadi holy one in the revelry.

The tavern-keeper drinks, the tavern haunter too,
The dervish and the priest wax maudlin o'er the brew.

The infidels, the giaours partake of love with zest;
All lovers are alike, none differ from the rest.

The outcast Angel drinks who waits at Heaven's door;
The mystic tries a sip and, thirsting, calls for more.

Love's fumes are wondrous strong, and though the cup be small,
He who doth fill it full, may reel and, stumbling, fall.

A drop will make one faint, one's limbs to wax 'twill turn,
With passion's melting fire one's heart 'twill sear and burn.

The voices in the inn are hoarse and shrill with wine;
The flute and tambourine, carousing, moan and whine.

There is a city where love reigns and lovers dwell;
Come, knock upon its gate, and enter for a spell.

No man who there abides, the morning sober meets:
The city walls are drunk, the market-place, the streets.

Alone the drunkards leave upon this earth a trace.
Mansour was right, for love doth all of life embrace.

Our hearts reflect the glow upon mount Sinai;
We who are drunk with love can happy live and die.

The Universe is drunk, for drunk 'tis meant to be -
Thus holds the keeper of both time and destiny.

The sun itself is drunk, else would it give no light;
'Tis clear to Nasimi, no veil obscures his sight.

The secret has he probed of love's mad drunkenness,
And now in flaming words his knowledge doth confess.

 Imadeddin Nasimi
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 15, 2012, 12:25:03 AM
He is the One in many


He is the One in many,
countless are His shapes and forms.
He pervades all that exists;
wherever I look, He is there.
But very few perceive this reality,
for Maya ever enchants us
with her multiple reflections
of color and alluring beauty.

Everything is Gobind,
Gobind is everything.
Nothing that exists
is without Gobind:
the one thread strings
innumerable beads --
Prabhu Himself is the thread,
the threader, the threaded.

River and waves,
foam and bubbles
have all their being
within water itself.
This play of things
is the sport of Parbhama.
The One cannot be thought
different from the other.

Hope is a lie
and desire a mere dream --
yet both are construed
as actual reality.
But when my guru
gave me his holy wisdom,
I awoke from my dream
and my heart yielded.

Namdeva says,
Behold Hari's creation;
ponder upon it
with all your heart,
and you will see
that in every pore,
in every living thing,
there is only the one Murari.

Namdev
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 15, 2012, 01:44:23 AM
Who is it that loves?


“Who is it that loves and who that suffers?

He alone stages a play with Himself.

The individual suffers because he perceives duality.

 Find the One everywhere and in everything

and there will be an end to pain and suffering.”


By: Sri Ananandamayi Ma
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 15, 2012, 01:53:10 AM
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” The vast universal suffering feel as thine:
Thou must bear the sorrow that thou claimst to heal;
The day-bringer must walk in darkest night.
He who would save the world must share its pain.
If he knows not grief, how shall he find grief’s cure? “

Sri Aurobindo

From: Savitri
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 15, 2012, 12:57:58 PM

Every now and again take a good look at something not made with hands --
a mountain, a star, the turn of a stream.
There will come to you wisdom and patience and solace and, above all, the assurance that
You Are Not alone in the world.

Sidney Lovett
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 15, 2012, 01:16:23 PM


“Walk on a rainbow trail; walk on a trail of song, and all about you will be beauty.
There is a way out of every dark mist,over a rainbow trail.”

 Robert Motherwell

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 15, 2012, 01:18:08 PM
Dear Jewell,

Saint Manikkavachagar says in Tiruth thOL nokkam, Verse 5:

நிலம்நீர் நெருப்புயிர் நீள்விசும்பு நிலாப்பகலோன்
புலனாய மைந்தனோ டெண்வகையாயப் புணர்ந்துநின்றான்
உலகே ழெனத்திசை பத்தெனத்தா னொருவனுமே
பலவாகி நின்றவா தோணோக்கம் ஆடாமோ. 319

He is all nature; He is land, water, fire, high space, moon and sun and Purusha. He is thus one in the forms of eight.
He is the world with ten directions. He is the One. He is the many. Let us see His dancing shoulders and dance with Him!

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 15, 2012, 01:31:33 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir, Beautiful poem! Yes,He is everything,He dances in everything,so we should join Him and dance with Him our way out. Even,we are already where we need to be,and are what we are,then all we have here is this dance of life. If we play,lets play properly,with joy. :) Thank You sir! With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 15, 2012, 01:38:43 PM
Dear Jewell,

See this poem from Tiruppalli Ezhuchi of Manikkavachagar, Verse 5:

பூதங்கள் தோறும்நின் றாய்எனின் அல்லால்
போக்கிலன் வரவிலன் எனநினைப் புலவோர்
கீதங்கள் பாடுதல் ஆடுதல் அல்லால்
கேட்டறி யோம்உனைக் கண்டறி வாரைச்
சீதங்கொள் வயல்திருப் பெருந்துறை மன்னா
சிந்தனைக் கும்அரியாய் எங்கள் முன்வந்து
ஏதங்கள் அறுத்தெம்மை ஆண்டருள் புரியும்
எம்பெரு மான்பள்ளி யெழுந்தருளாயே. 372


You are in the five elements. Yet you are without coming and going. We know only how to sing and dance. But
we never know who has really 'seen' you. O the Lord of Tiruperundurai, enclosed with cool paddy fields, you are
beyond our comprehension. Please come before us and remove our inadequacies and come and grace us.

Unless Grace is coming forth, we can never realize the Sivam.

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 15, 2012, 01:57:22 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir, Wonderful! Grace is all we need,and yet,Grace we are. Who is there to see whom,and where He is, if not in our hearts. How far is one's own heart,and how far is one's own being. He is hiding from Him self. What a wonder...
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 15, 2012, 03:51:00 PM
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“If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy,
if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you,
if the simple things in nature have a message you understand,
Rejoice, for your soul is alive.”


 Eleanora Duse
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 15, 2012, 04:02:03 PM
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Having crossed the river

Having crossed the river,
where will you go, O friend ?

There's no road to tread,
No traveler ahead,
Neither a beginning, nor an end.

There's no water, no boat, no boatman, no cord;
No earth is there, no sky, no time, no bank, no ford.

You have forgotten the Self within,
Your search in the void will be in vain;
In a moment the life will ebb
And in this body you won't remain.

Be ever conscious of this, O friend,
You've to immerse within your Self;
Kabir says, salvation you won't then need,
For what you are, you would be indeed.

 Kabir
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 15, 2012, 04:13:12 PM
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The Guest is inside you, and also inside me


The Guest is inside you, and also inside me;
you know the sprout is hidden inside the seed.
We are all struggling; none of us has gone far.
Let your arrogance go, and look around inside.

The blue sky opens out further and farther,
the daily sense of failure goes away,
the damage I have done to myself fades,
a million suns come forward with light,
when I sit firmly in that world.

I hear bells ringing that no one has shaken,
inside love there is more joy than we know of,
rain pours down, although the sky is clear of clouds,
there are whole rivers of light.
The universe is shot through in all parts by a single sort of love.
How hard it is to feel that joy in all our four bodies!

Those who hope to be reasonable about it fail.
The arrogance of reason has separated us from that love.
With the word "reason" you already feel miles away.

How lucky Kabir is, that surrounded by all this joy
he sings inside his own little boat.
His poems amount to one soul meeting another.
These songs are about forgetting dying and loss.
They rise above both coming in and going out.

 Kabir
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 15, 2012, 04:43:37 PM
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What comes from the heart,
                    touches the heart.


~ Author Unknown ~
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 16, 2012, 05:00:38 AM
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You are closer to me than myself (Ghazal 2798)


My love, you are closer to me than myself,
you shine through my eyes.
Your light is brighter than the Moon.
Step into the garden
so all the flowers, even the tall poplar
can kneel before your beauty.
Let your voice silence the lily
famous for its hundred tongues.
When you want to be kind you are
softer than the soul but when you withdraw
you can be so cold and harsh.

Dear one, you can be wild and rebellious but
when you meet him face to face
his charm will make you docile like the earth.
Throw away your shield and bare your chest
there is no stronger protection than him.

That's why when the dervish withdraws
from the world he covers all the cracks in the wall,
so the outside light cannot come though.
He knows that only the inner light
illuminates his world.

Jelaluddin Rumi
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 16, 2012, 05:21:47 AM
Surrender is not something that you can do. If you do it, it is not surrender, because the doer is there.
Surrender is a great understanding that, "I am not." Surrender is an insight that the ego exists not, that, "I am not separate."
Surrender is not an act but an understanding.

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The essential surrender happens within you, it has nothing to do with anybody outside you.
The basic surrender is a relaxation, a trust — so don’t be misguided by the word.
Linguistically, surrender means to surrender to somebody, but religiously, surrender simply means trust, relaxing.
It is an attitude rather than an act: you live through trust.
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Surrender means seeing that "I am not separate" -- just SEEING that "I am not separate."
Nothing is surrendered, nothing is dropped; just a nonsense idea, a dream is no more there because you are awake.
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My own observation is: lovers don't surrender to each other, they surrender to something unknown that exists between them.
They surrender to love -- call it the 'god of love' -- they both surrender to the god of love. Hence nobody's ego is fulfilled by your surrender;
both the egos disappear in love.

Osho
 

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 16, 2012, 05:51:29 AM
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All I Was Doing Was Breathing


Something has reached out and taken in the beams of my eyes.
There is a longing, it is for his body, for every hair of that dark body.
All I was doing was being, and the Dancing Energy came by my house.
His face looks curiously like the moon, I saw it from the side, smiling.
My family says: "Don't ever see him again!" And they imply things in a low voice.
But my eyes have their own life; they laugh at rules, and know whose they are.
I believe I can bear on my shoulders whatever you want to say of me.
Mira says: Without the energy that lifts mountains, how am I to live?

Mirabai

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 16, 2012, 11:32:32 AM
Dear Jewell,

See this Annaip Pathu, Tiruvachakam, of Manikkavachagar for similar thoughts:


 உன்னற் கரியசீர் உத்தர மங்கையர்
மன்னுவ தென்நெஞ்சில் அன்னே என்னும்
மன்னுவ தென்நெஞ்சில் மாலயன் காண்கிலார்
என்ன அதியசம் அன்னே என்னும். 343

வெள்ளைக் கலிங்கத்தர் வெண்திரு முண்டத்தர்
பள்ளிக்குப் பாயந்தர் அன்னே என்னும்
பள்ளிக்குப் பாயத்தர் பாய்பரி மேற்கொண்டான்
உள்ளங் கவர்வரால் அன்னே என்னும். 344

தாளி அறுகினர் சந்தனச் சாந்தினர்
ஆளெம்மை ஆள்வரால் அன்னே என்னும்
ஆளெம்மை ஆளும் அடிகளார் தங்கையில்
தாள மிருந்தவா றன்னே என்னும். 345

தையலோர் பங்கினர் தாபத வேடத்தர்
ஐயம் புகுவரால் அன்னே என்னும்
ஐயம் புகுந்தவர் போதலும் என்னுள்ளம்
நையுமிது வென்னே அன்னே என்னும். 346

கொன்றை மதியமும் கூவின மத்தமும்
துன்றிய சென்னியர் அன்னே என்னும்
துன்றிய சென்னியின் மத்தம்உன் மத்தமே
இன்றெனக் கானவா றன்னே என்னும். 347

திருச்சிற்றம்பலம்


Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Nagaraj on November 16, 2012, 12:14:42 PM
Poets are indeed blessed!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 16, 2012, 12:30:20 PM
Dear Nagaraj,

The last two verses are really wonderful. In the penultimate verse, the love-torn lady says: He is concorporate with his wife.
But he is dressed like a tapasvi!  He came for alms, Amma! He took it. And after his going, my heart sinks, how come, Amma?

The last verse says: He is wearing konRai flowers and koovilam flowers and also unmatham flowers (the plant that produces
madness, after consuming). He is also having garlands of these flowers. The unmatham flowers that he is having as his
garland, has caused  madness today for me, Amma!

Arunachala Siva. 
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Nagaraj on November 16, 2012, 12:41:11 PM
when such a person is seen glaring at infinity, poetry is the beautiful garland by which one offers such a garland to that infinity.

மாலை யளித்தரு ணசல ரமணவென்
மாலை யணிமுதரு ளருணசலா


mAlai yalitharu nAcala ramaNaven
mAlai yanImudaru larunAcalA

O Arunachalaramana, having bestowed upon me the
garland (of your grace), graciously wear my garland (this
Bridal Garland of Letters), O Arunachala

Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 16, 2012, 01:03:35 PM
Dear Nagaraj,

Muruganar has used his poetic genius in explaining these last two lines. mAlai aLitharuL arunachala ramana, en
mAlai aNintharuL arunachala!

Now bridal garland means that a bride should garland her garland on her neck to the groom and the groom should
in turn garland his on his neck. Now what garland Arunachala Siva, can give. He cannot give Uma's garland, because
she might get angry. He cannot give either the head garland that Ganga is wearing!  What can this poor Siva do?

Muruganar here explains that the word mAl (the first time occurring mAl) means the flood of love! Thus it means, Arunachala
Siva, you give me flood of your love for me (and that is more than a garland) and take my garland!

As per Hindu sampradaya, in wedding, groom should garland the bride first. Here Arunachala Siva would give His flood of
love and then the devotee (the love-torn) lady would garland Him as usual.

Sri Bhagavan also  says Navamani Malai, Verse 7:

kaNNe undhan kazhal iNaiyil   
kAdhal perukke tharuvAye!

kAdha perukku = flood of love = mAl.

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Nagaraj on November 16, 2012, 04:07:12 PM
What joy Subramanian Sir, you have narrated very nicely! My favorite line in entire Bhagavan tamil literature is this alone:

kaNNe undhan kazhal iNaiyil   
kAdhal perukke tharuvAye!


Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Nagaraj on November 16, 2012, 04:09:51 PM
every verse of Bhagavan is nectar:

aNNA malaiyAi adiyenai aNda anRe Avi udal
koNdAi enakku or kuRai uNdo kuRaiyum guNamum nee allAl
ennen ivaRRai en uyire eNNam adhuvo adhu seivAi
kaNNe un dhan kazhal iNaiyil kAdhal perukke tharuvAye.


Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Nagaraj on November 16, 2012, 04:16:10 PM
Here is the translation:

O Annamalai! The very moment you took me as Your own, You took possession of (my) soul and body. (Therefore) is there (now) any shortcoming (defect, want or grievance) for me ? (Since my shortcomings and virtues cannot exist apart from You) I will not think of them, (my) shortcomings and virtues but only of You. O my life (my Real Self), whatever be (Your) will, do that (alone). O beloved, Bestow (upon me) only ever-increasing love for Your two Feet.



Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 16, 2012, 04:39:49 PM
Dear Nagaraj,

I am reading Arunachala Aksharamana Malai every day. I should say that I have understood it somewhat. But after
reading Muruganar's Virutthi Urai (detailed comments), the book which I bought about 6 months back, from Asramam,
I understood that there are several inner meanings and subtle meanings in each verse of the poem. 

The above explanation about  mAlai has been only from this book of Muruganar.

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 16, 2012, 08:02:33 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

I found this poem. It is so Beautiful! I love it!  :) Thank You Very much!

Here it is:

Whose glory none may know in Uttara-mangai 'bides;
He in my heart and soul abides;
MOTHER!' SAITH SHE.
'He in my heart abides, Whom Mal and Ayan
Could not see! How wondorous strange!
MOTHER!' SAITH SHE.

White is His steed, and white His shaven head;
He wears the sleeper's mystic dress.
MOTHER!' SAITH SHE.
'Wearing the sleeper's dress, a prancing steed
He rides, and steals away my soul,
MOTHER!' SAITH SHE.

He wears the twining-wreath; the sandal paste
He smears; He rules and makes us His,
MOTHER!' SAITH SHE.
'He makes us His; in lowly servants' hands,
Hark, how the lordly servants' hands,
MOTHER!' SAITH SHE.

The fair One's Half, ascetic's garb He wears,
Enters our homes an alms to ask,
MOTHER!' SAITH SHE.
'He ent'ring alms to ask, my inmost soul
In sorrow sinks; wherefore is this?
MOTHER!' SAITH SHE.

Cassia, the moon, the vilvaflower, and wild
Phrenzies crowd thick His head,
MOTHER!' SAITH SHE.
'The vilvaflower that crowns His sacred brow
Wild phrenzy bringeth me to-day,
MOTHER!' SAITH SHE.

thirucciRRambalam
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 16, 2012, 08:17:07 PM
Dear Sri Nagaraj,

Yes,poetry is indeed Divine,the beautiful and magical language of the Heart and Soul. It can lift you to such hights... And this is Beautiful poem and verse You quoted!

I truly enjoyed!

Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 16, 2012, 08:43:16 PM
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66.
Pit/tuvit/tunai/nêr
Pit/tanâk/kinai/yarul
Pit/tam/teli/marun
d' Arunâ/chalâ.
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67.
Bî/diyil/lunai/châr
Bî/diyil/lenai/chêr
Bî/diyun/dranak/kên
Arunâ/chalâ.
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68.
Pul/lari/vê/durai
Nal/lari/vê/durai
Pul/lida/vê/yarul
Arunâ/chalâ.
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69.
Bû/mana/mâ/manam
Pû/rana/manan/golap
Pû/rana/mana/marul
Arunâ/chalâ.
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70.
Peyar/ninait/tida/vê
Pidit/tizhut/tanai/yun
Peru/maiyâ/rari/vâr
Arunâ/chalâ.
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71.
Pêyt/tanam/vida/vidâp
Pê/yâp/pidit/tenaip
Pê/yanâk/kinai/yen
Arunâ/chalâ.
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Aru/nâ/chalam/vâzhi
Anbar/kalum/vâzhi
Aksha/ramana/mâlai/vâzhi
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 16, 2012, 08:53:10 PM
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With madness for thee thou hast freed me from madness (for the world);
grant me now the cure of all madness, Oh Arunachala!
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Fearless I seek Thee, Fearlessness Itself! How canst Thou fear to take me, Oh Arunachala?
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Where is (my) ignorance of (Thy) wisdom, if I am blessed with union to Thee, Oh Arunachala?
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(a) My mind has blossomed, (then) scent it with Thy fragrance and perfect it, Oh Arunachala!
(b) Espouse me, I beseech Thee, and let this mind, now wedded to the world, be wedded to perfection, Oh Arunachala!
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Mere thought of Thee has drawn me to Thee, and who can gauge Thy glory (in Itself), Oh Arunâchala?
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Thou hast possessed me, unexorcizable spirit! and made me mad (for Thee),
that I may cease to be a ghost (wandering in the world), Oh Arunachala!
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Blessed be Arunachala! Blessed be His devotees!
Blessed be this Marital Garland of Letters!
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 16, 2012, 09:28:13 PM
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It was like a stream

It was like a stream
     running into the dry bed
     of a lake,
               like rain
     pouring on plants
     parched to sticks.

It was like this world's pleasure
     and the way to the other,
                         both
     walking towards me.

Seeing the feet of the master
O lord white as jasmine,
     I was made
     worthwhile.

Akka Mahadevi
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 16, 2012, 10:03:15 PM
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What is love?"

"The total absence of fear," said the Master.

"What is it we fear?"

"Love," said the Master.

Anthony de Mello

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 17, 2012, 07:05:40 AM
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One Point Contains All


One point contains all;
Learn about the One, forget the rest.
Forget hell and the terrible grave;
Leave the ways of sin and purify
Your heart.
That's how the argument is spun:
It's all contained in One!

Why rub your head against the earth?
What point in your vain prostration?
Your Kalimah read, makes others laugh.
You do not grasp the Lord's word!
Somewhere the truth is written down:
It's all contained in One!

Some go to the jungle in vain
And starve and cause themselves some pain;
They waste their time with all this
And come home tired, nothing gained!

Find your master and become God's slave.
In this way you'll be free of care;
Free of desire, free of worry,
And your heart truthful, pure.

Bulleh has discovered this truth alone:
It's all contained in One!

 Bulleh Shah
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 17, 2012, 07:36:21 AM
Courage

The seed cannot know what is going to happen, the seed has never known the flower.
And the seed cannot even believe that he has the potentiality to become a beautiful flower.
Long is the journey, and it is always safer not to go on that journey because unknown is the path, nothing is guaranteed.

Nothing can be guaranteed. Thousand and one are the hazards of the journey, many are the pitfalls -
and the seed is secure, hidden inside a hard core.
But the seed tries, it makes an effort; it drops the hard shell which is its security, it starts moving.
Immediately the fight starts: the struggle with the soil, with the stones, with the rocks.
And the seed was very hard and the sprout will be very, very soft and dangers will be many.

There was no danger for the seed, the seed could have survived for millennia, but for the sprout many are the dangers.
 But the sprout starts towards the unknown, towards the sun, towards the source of light, not knowing where, not knowing why.
Great is the cross to be carried, but a dream possesses the seed and the seed moves.

The same is the path for man. It is arduous. Much courage will be needed.

When we are faced with a very difficult situation we have a choice: we can either be resentful,
and try to find somebody or something to blame for the hardships, or we can face the challenge and grow.

The flower shows us the way, as its passion for life leads it out of the darkness and into the light.
There is no point fighting against the challenges of life, or trying to avoid or deny them.
They are there, and if the seed is to become the flower we must go through them.
Be courageous enough to grow into the flower you are meant to be.

Osho

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 17, 2012, 07:51:53 AM
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The Guest


I have discovered my deep deathless being:
Masked by my front of mind, immense, serene
It meets the world with an Immortal's seeing,
A god-spectator of the human scene.

No pain and sorrow of the heart and flesh
Can tread that pure and voiceless sanctuary.
Danger and fear, Fate's hounds, slipping their leash
Rend body and nerve, -- the timeless Spirit is free.

Awake, God's ray and witness in my breast,
In the undying substance of my soul
Flamelike, inscrutable the almighty Guest.
Death nearer comes and Destiny takes her toll;

He hears the blows that shatter Nature's house:
Calm sits He, formidable, luminous.

 Aurobindo
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 17, 2012, 09:34:04 PM
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The glow of the light of daybreak is in your emerald vault, the goblet of the blood of twilight is your blood-measuring bowl


The glow of the light of daybreak is in your emerald vault, the goblet of the blood of twilight is your blood-measuring bowl.
Mile on mile, torrent on torrent come dancing and gliding to the shore of your sea.
With all the abstention and aspiration of the moon, the cap falls off the head of the moon when the moon raises its face to gaze upon your height.
Every morn the nightingales lament like the heart-forlorn ones to the melodies of those attaining your verdant meadow.
The spirits seek vision, the hearts all seek the Beloved; you in whose broad orchard four streams are let flow -- one stream pure water, another honey, the third fresh milk, the fourth your ruby wine.
You never give me a chance, you are giving wine upon wine; where is the head, that I may describe the drinking-cup of your wine?
Yet who am I? Heaven itself in the round of this heavy bumper finds not a moment's peace from your love and the craving for you.
Moon of silver girdle, you have experience of love; heaven, loverhood is apparent in your features.
When love is yoked to the heart it wearies of the heart's chatter; heart, be silent! How long this striving and inquiring of yours?
The heart said, "I am His reed pipe, I wail as the breath inn me." I said, "Be lamenting now, the slave of whose passion is the soul."
We have opened your door; do not desert your companions; in thankfulness for an all-embracing love which has seized you from head to toe.

 Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 17, 2012, 09:49:17 PM
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Heart's Wisdom


It was within yourself, what Heaven brought.
What comes from God is in your heart the wine
Of Bliss and Wisdom. It will never be found
By those who do not stand on sacred ground.

The singing of the flute came from Above;
The flute was in my heart; the song was Love.
It was the Ocean's endless melody:
A song of God and of Eternity.

 Frithjof Schuon

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 17, 2012, 10:10:42 PM
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Parched


The parched know --
real thirst
draws rainwater
from an empty sky.

 Ivan M. Granger

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 18, 2012, 07:58:11 AM
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Projections

In a cinema hall, you look at the screen, you never look at the back--the projector is at the back.
The film is not there really on the screen; it is just a projection of shadow and light. The film exists just at the back, but you never look at that.
And the projector is there. Your mind is at the back of the whole thing, and the mind is the projector.
But you always look at the other, because the other is the screen. When you are in love the person seems beautiful, no comparison.
When you hate, the same person seems the ugliest, and you never become aware of how the same person can be the ugliest
and the same person can be the most beautiful....
So the only way to reach to truth is to learn how to be immediate in your vision, how to drop the help of the mind.
This agency of the mind is the problem, because mind can create only dreams.... Through your excitement the dream starts looking like reality.
If you are too excited then you are intoxicated, then you are not in your senses. Then whatsoever you see is just your projection.
And there are as many worlds as there are minds, because every mind lives in his own world.

Each of us is projecting an image they have constructed in their minds, covering the real face of the person they are looking at.
All of us can get caught up in projecting movies of our own making onto the situations and people surrounding us.
It happens when we are not fully aware of our own expectations, desires and judgments; instead of taking responsibility for them and owning them,
we try to attribute them to others. A projection can be devilish or divine, disturbing or comforting, but it is a projection nonetheless--
a cloud that prevents us from seeing reality as it is.
The only way out is to recognize the game. When you find a judgment arising about another, turn it around:
Does what you see in others really belong to you?
Is your vision clear, or clouded by what you want to see?

Osho

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 18, 2012, 08:18:29 AM
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No Conflict


No
Conflict
When the flute is playing
For then I see every movement emanates
From God's
Holy
Dance.

 Hafiz (Daniel Ladinsky)

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 18, 2012, 08:33:17 AM
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Sam's Song of Strength


In western lands beneath the Sun
     the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
     the merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
     and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
     amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey's end I lie
     in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
     beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
     and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
     nor bid the Stars farewell.

 J. R. R. Tolkien

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 18, 2012, 09:02:57 AM
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The Arrow of His Glance

Friend, the arrow of his glance struck

my eyes;

Its point pierced my heart (and) his

sweet image entered my soul.

For a long time I have been staying

(here) watching the road, standing

at my house.

My life clings to (my) dark beloved,

(he is) a life-giving herb.

Mira says I am sold into the hands of

Giridhar, but people say I am loose.


Mirabai
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 18, 2012, 11:48:05 AM
Dear Jewell,

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish?
Son of Man, for you know only a heap of broken images,
Where the sun beats, dead trees give no shelter and cricket no relief.

                            -T.S. Eliot 


Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 18, 2012, 12:01:11 PM
O,what beautiful poem. Sri Subramanian sir,i felt Bhagavan send me this poem through You. :) Thank You Very much sir!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 18, 2012, 05:49:32 PM
Dear Jewell,

Today is Skanda Sashti, the day on which Subramanya killed the three demons representing ego, karma and maya.
He is holding a spear given by his mother. How is the spear? It is deep, broad at the end, and pointed at the top.
This represents the Jnana which is deep, broad and pointed. This spear will vanquish ego, karma and maya.

  உய்ய என் உள்ளத்துள் ஓங்காரமாய் நின்ற
மெய்யா விமலா விடைப்பாகா வேதங்கள்
ஐயா எனவோங்கி ஆழ்ந்து அகன்ற நுண்ணியனே 35

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 18, 2012, 09:17:19 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

I didnt know that. Thank You for this information and verse. I accidently found something interesting and beautiful. Here it is.


(தில்லையில் அருளியது - நாலடித் தரவு கொச்சகக் கலிப்பா)
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பூத்தாரும் பொய்கைப் புனலிதுவே எனக்கருதிப்
பேய்த்தார் முகக்குறும் பேதைகுண மாகாமே
தீர்த்தாய் திகழ்தில்லை அம்பலத்தை திருநடஞ்செய்
கூத்தா உன் சேவடி கூடும்வண்ணந் தோணோக்கம். 315
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The demon-car allures: 'a stream flowing from flowery lake,'
Men think, and rush to draw, in ignorance and folly lost!
Thou hast such fond delusions far removed, O Dancer blest
In shining Tillai's court! As we Thy roseate Foot would reach,
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என்றும் பிறந்திறந் தாழாமே ஆண்டுகொண்டான்
கன்றால் விளவெறிந் தான்பிரமன் காண்பரிய
குன்றாத சீர்த்தில்லை அம்பலவன்குணம்பரவித்
துன்றார் குழலினீர் தோணோக்கம் ஆடாமோ. 316
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The Lord of Tillai's court, whose glory never wanes;
Whom 'he who hurled the calf at fruit,' and Brahma could not see;
Lest I in endless births and deaths should sink, made me His own;
Praising His excellence, ye maids with thickly clusterig locks,
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பொருட்பற்றிச் செய்கின்ற பூசனைகள் போல்விளங்கிச்
செருப்புற்ற சீரடி வாய்க்கலசம் ஊனமுதம்
விருப்புற்று வேடனார் சேடெறிய மெய்குளிர்த்தங்கு
அருட்பெற்று நின்றவா தோணோக்கம் ஆடாமோ. 317
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As in the worship paid true ministrations HE discerned:-
The glorious slippered-foot, the chalice-mouth, the flesh for food;-
Such gifts acceptance gained! He knew the woodman's pure desire;
And as the saint stood there, with joyous mind, fulfilled of grace,
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கற்போலும் நெஞ்சங் கசிந்துருகிக் கருணையினால்
நிற்பானைப் போலஎன நெஞ்சினுள்ளே புகுந்தருளி
நற்பாற் படுத்தென்னை நாடறியத் தானிங்ஙன்
சொற்பால தானவா தோணோக்கம் ஆடாமோ. 318
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So that my stony heart was melted, He all tenderly
Compassionate stood by, and came within my soul in grace,
Led me in way of good; and then, as all the country knows,
He here drew nigh, spake with me face to face; and thus
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நிலம்நீர் நெருப்புயிர் நீள்விசும்பு நிலாப்பகலோன்
புலனாய மைந்தனோ டெண்வகையாயப் புணர்ந்துநின்றான்
உலகே ழெனத்திசை பத்தெனத்தா னொருவனுமே
பலவாகி நின்றவா தோணோக்கம் ஆடாமோ. 319
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Earth, water, fire, air, ether vast, the wandering moon, the sun,
And man, - to sense revealed: EIGHT WAYS He joined Himself to me;
Throughout seven worlds, in regions ten, He moves: yet One alone
Is He! As manifold He comes and 'bides with us; and so
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புத்தன் முதலாய புல்லறிவிற் பல்சமயம்
தத்தம் மதங்களில் தட்டுளுப்புப் பட்டுநிற்கச்
சித்தஞ் சிவமாக்கிச் செய்தனவே தவமாக்கும்
அத்தன் கருணையிலனால் தோணோக்கம் ஆடாமோ. 320
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Buddhists, and others,- in their wisdom fools,- the men of many sects,
All with their systems worthless and outworn, bewildered stand;-
My every power He fills with bliss superne, makes all life's works
Devotion true,-through His compassion, FATHER seen! And thus
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தீதில்லை மாணி சிவகருமஞ் சிதைத்தானைச்
சாதியும் வேதியன் தாதையனைத் தாளிரண்டுஞ்
சேதிப்ப ஈசன் திருவருளால் தேவர்தொழப்
பாதகமே சோறு பற்றினவா தோணோக்கம். 321
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The Neophyte from evil free, cut off the feet of him
Who rashly overturned the work in Civan's honour done:
A Brahman he in caste, His father too! Through Ican's grace,
While gods adored, his crime was utterly consumed; and thus
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மானம் அழிந்தோம் மதிமறந்தோம் மங்கைநல்லீர்
வானந் தொழுந்தென்னன் வார்கழலே நினைத்தடியோம்
ஆனந்தக் கூத்தன் அருள்பெறில் நாம் அவ்வணமே
ஆனந்த மாகிநின் றாடாமே தோணோக்கம். 322
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Our pride is gone, forgotten reason's laws; ye maidens fair!
We think but of the cinctured foot of Him, Lord of the south,
Whom heaven adores! The rapturous Dancer's grace if we obtain,
His slaves,- even so in rapture lost, we then shall dance; and thus
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எண்ணுடை மூவர் இராக்கதர்கள் எரிபிழைத்துக்
கண்ணுதல் எந்தை கடைத்தலைமுன் நின்றதற்பின்
எண்ணிலி இந்திரர் எத்தனையோ பிரமர்களும்
மன்மிசை மால்பவர் மாண்டனர்காண் தோணோக்கம். 323
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The Three in story famed, of giant race, escaped the fire,
And guardians stand before my 'Brow-eyed' Father's door; since when,
Indras beyond compute, and Brahmas (who can count the sum?)
Behold! And many Mals, too, on this earth have died; and thus
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பங்கயம் ஆயிரம் பூவினிலோர் பூக்குறையத்
தங்கண் இடந்தான் சேவடிமேல் சாத்தலுமே
சங்கரன் எம்பிரான் சக்கரமாற் கருளியவாறு
எங்கும் பரவிநாம் தோணோக்கம் ஆடாமோ. 324
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From out a thousand lotus flowers one flower was wanting still;-
His eye Mal straight dug out, and placed on Aran's foot, our Lord!
To Him then Cankaran forthwith the mighty discus gave,-
A gracious recompense. Thus everywhere extolling Him,

Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 18, 2012, 09:46:38 PM
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The self forgets itself
by Kabir


The self forgets itself
as a frantic dog in a glass temple
barks himself to death;
as a lion, seeing a form in the well,
leaps on the image;
as a rutting elephant sticks his tusk
in a crystal boulder.
The monkey has his fistful of sweets
and won't let go. So
from house to house
he gibbers.
Kabir says, parrot-on-a-pole:
who has caught you?

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 18, 2012, 09:57:21 PM
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A Dream Within A Dream


Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 18, 2012, 10:11:13 PM
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The True Person is detached and humble
and to the world appears confusing.
The people all strain their eyes and ears,
yet the True Person remains childlike.


Lao Tzu

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 18, 2012, 11:44:42 PM
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Journey Home

The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.

I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my
voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet.

It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself,
and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.

The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own,
and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.

My eyes strayed far and wide before I shut them and said `Here art thou!'

The question and the cry `Oh, where?' melt into tears of a thousand
streams and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance `I am!'

Rabindranath Tagore

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 19, 2012, 12:29:22 AM
Trust
God's fool


A fool is one who goes on trusting; a fool is one who goes on trusting against all his experience.
You deceive him, and he trusts you; and you deceive him again, and he trusts you; and you deceive him again, and he trusts you.
Then you will say that he is a fool, he does not learn. His trust is tremendous; his trust is so pure that nobody can corrupt it.

Be a fool in the Taoist sense, in the Zen sense. Don´t try to create a wall of knowledge around you. Whatsoever experience comes to you,
let it happen, and then go on dropping it.
Go on cleaning your mind continuously; go on dying to the past so you remain in the present, herenow, as if just born, just a babe.

In the beginning it is going to be very difficult. The world will start taking advantage of you...let them. They are poor fellows.
Even if you are cheated and deceived and robbed, let it happen, because that which is really yours cannot be robbed from you,
that which is really yours nobody can steal from you.

And each time you don´t allow situations to corrupt you, that opportunity will become an integration inside.
Your soul will become more crystallized.

Moment to moment, and with every step, the Fool leaves the past behind. He carries nothing more than his purity, innocence and trust.


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 19, 2012, 12:44:30 AM
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The View, Concisely Put


This mind that knows emptiness
Is itself the awakened mind, bodhicitta.
The Buddha potential is just this.
The sugata essence is just this.

Because of tasting what is,
It is also the great bliss.
The understanding of secret mantra is just this.
Means and knowledge is just this.

This self-knowing, while one is still defiled,
Does not depend on other things,
So self-existing wakefulness is just this.
Being aware, it is cognizance.

A natural knowing that is free of thought.
This self-knowing cannot possibly form thoughts.
Without conceptualizing 'a mind,'
Since it is not something to be conceived,
This original wakefulness, cognizant yet thought-free,
Is like the wisdom of the Tathagata.

Therefore, it is taught, "Realize that luminous mind
Is the mind of original wakefulness,
And don't seek an enlightenment separate from that."

Naropa

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 19, 2012, 08:00:45 AM
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On Non-Dependence of Mind


Coming, going, the waterbirds
don’t leave a trace,
don’t follow a path.

 
- Dogen

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 19, 2012, 08:15:32 AM
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Keep love in your heart.
A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.


Oscar Wilde


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 19, 2012, 08:28:55 AM
True religion is real living; living with all one's soul, with all one's goodness and righteousness.

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Anyone who doesn't take truth seriously in small matters cannot be trusted in large ones either.

Albert Einstein

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 19, 2012, 08:53:00 AM
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A Fisherman


Studying texts and stiff meditation can make you lose your Original Mind.
A solitary tune by a fisherman, though, can be an invaluable treasure.
Dusk rain on the river, the moon peeking in and out of the clouds;
Elegant beyond words, he chants his songs night after night.


 Ikkyu (Ikkyu Sojun)

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 20, 2012, 01:48:38 AM
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A Zen monk asked for a verse:


"Mind itself is buddha" -- difficult to practice, but easy to explain;
"No mind, no buddha" -- difficult to explain, but easy to practice


 Eihei Dogen

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 20, 2012, 02:02:02 AM
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Like tangled hair


Like tangled hair,
The circular delusion
Of beginning and end,
When straightened out,
A dream no longer.

  Eihei Dogen

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Hari on November 20, 2012, 02:07:49 AM
Love

Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
from my first entrance in,
drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
if I lack’d anything.
‘A guest,’ I answer’d, ‘worthy to be here:’
Love said, ‘You shall be he.’
‘I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
I cannot look on Thee.’
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
‘Who made the eyes but I?’
‘Truth, Lord; but I have marr’d them: let my shame
go where it doth deserve.’
‘And know you not,’ says Love, ‘Who bore the blame?’
‘My dear, then I will serve.’
‘You must sit down,’ says Love, ‘and taste my meat.’
So I did sit and eat.
- George Herbert -
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 20, 2012, 02:21:16 AM
O,such a Beautiful poem!  Thank You Very much,dear Hari!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 20, 2012, 02:50:15 AM
The grapes of my body can only become wine


The grapes of my body can only become wine
After the winemaker tramples me.
I surrender my spirit like grapes to his trampling
So my inmost heart can blaze and dance with joy.
Although the grapes go on weeping blood and sobbing
"I cannot bear any more anguish, any more cruelty"
The trampler stuffs cotton in his ears: "I am not working in ignorance
You can deny me if you want, you have every excuse,
But it is I who am the Master of this Work.
And when through my Passion you reach Perfection,
You will never be done praising my name."

 Jelaluddin Rumi
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 20, 2012, 03:05:49 AM
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You are Enlightened


I have told you a beautiful story about Rabindranath Tagore.
In one of his poems he has the same glimpse that is expressed in your question.

In the poem he says, ”I have been searching for God for many, many lives.
Sometimes I saw him near a faraway star, and I was immensely happy that although the star was far away,
it was not impossible to reach.
And I started moving there, but by the time I reached the star God had moved to some other place.
But he was visible – so far away, but inviting, creating hope.
And I went on running around the universe for many, many lives.

”One day it happened, I came to the house of God. I could not believe that I had arrived.
It was such a shock, but still I stepped towards the door. As I was going to knock on the door my hand suddenly froze.
A thought arose in me: Just wait a minute and think it over.
It is written outside the door, ‘This is the house of God.’ If by chance it turns out to be really the house of God then you are finished.
What are you going to do then?

”For millions of years your training has been only for searching. You are perfectly disciplined as a seeker, but finding?
That is absolutely new; you are not acquainted with it. And moreover, a finding of the ultimate, the absolute God,
beyond which there is nothing to search... what will you do then? What will you be?
And it is going to be forever – an eternal situation of a full stop.” He took his shoes in his hands.
He was afraid that as he goes back down the steps, if God hears some noise outside and opens the door...
And then he ran away, not looking back.

The poem is beautiful because it says, ”I am again searching him. I know him, his house;
I go on avoiding it. I go in every direction, but I keep myself far away from the house where he is,
because I know that meeting him is going to be my disappearance.”
Enlightenment is nothing but your disappearance. It is nothing but a pure silence.
Naturally one feels afraid and one starts thinking, ”It is better to remain unenlightened and searching for it.”
The story that I told you from Rabindranath’s poem is your story. It is everybody’s story.
That’s why I say, you are enlightened, but you don’t want to recognize it.
You want to find some way so that you can
start searching for enlightenment again.

Source: “Hari Om Tat Sat “ - Osho

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 20, 2012, 03:18:59 AM
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Zero Circle


Be helpless, dumbfounded,
Unable to say yes or no.
Then a stretcher will come from grace
     to gather us up.

We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty.
If we say we can, we're lying.
If we say No, we don't see it,
That No will behead us
And shut tight our window onto spirit.

So let us rather not be sure of anything,
Beside ourselves, and only that, so
Miraculous beings come running to help.
Crazed, lying in a zero circle, mute,
We shall be saying finally,
With tremendous eloquence, Lead us.
When we have totally surrendered to that beauty,
We shall be a mighty kindness.

 Jelaluddin Rumi

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 20, 2012, 03:30:45 AM
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  Ribhu Gita Chapter 26 Verse 6-10

    Abide as That in which there is neither any defect nor good quality, neither pleasure nor pain, neither thought nor silence, neither misery nor austerities practiced for getting rid of misery, no “I-am-the-body” idea, no objects of perception whatsoever - and be always happy, free from all traces of thought.

     
    Abide as That in which there is no work, physical, mental, verbal or of any other kind, neither sin nor virtue, neither attachment nor its consequences - and be always happy, free from all traces of thought.

     
    Abide as That in which there are neither thoughts nor a thinker, neither the arising nor the preservation nor the dissolution of the world, nothing whatsoever at any time - and be always happy, free from all traces of thought.

     
    Abide as That in which there is neither the Self-limiting Power of Illusion nor its effects, neither knowledge nor ignorance, neither separate soul nor Lord of Creation, neither being nor non-being, neither world nor God - and be always happy, free from all traces of thought.

     
     Abide as That in which there are no gods and their worship, none of the three Divine aspects of Creator, Preserver and Destroyer or meditation on them no Supreme Formless God nor meditation on Him - and be always happy, without the least trace of thought.

Bhagavan Ramana Maharashi

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 20, 2012, 01:16:06 PM
Dear Jewell,

Yes. IN permanent abidance of thoughtless and egoless state, one becomes Brahman. Why such a person who has already
attained Brahman-hood pray to Brahman?

Arunachala Siva.   
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Hari on November 20, 2012, 01:20:23 PM
Why, Sri Subramanian?
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 20, 2012, 01:25:29 PM
Dear Hari,

You are Hari. Will you pray to Hari i.e. yourself?

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Hari on November 20, 2012, 01:32:42 PM
No but Jnanis pray to God.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 20, 2012, 01:37:05 PM
Dear Hari,

That is for the sake of others. Sri Bhagavan composed AAMM for sadhus singing while going for bhiksha. The other four poems
He wrote to describe His experience from Arunachala.

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Hari on November 20, 2012, 02:48:01 PM
But He prayed to Shiva to give more time to His Mother. How would you explain that?
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 20, 2012, 02:58:25 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir, I dont think jnanis,or Realised ones pray only because of others. There is the truth,showing devotion,but not just because of that. But also because it is the sign of true humility and offering,whille still in body and with trace of individuality,which is necessary to keep body alive and function. And they offer devotion to God coz of Pure Love,that is the nature of God. Thats why and how this creation even started,because of Love to be,to enjoy in itself. Sat-Chit-Ananda. Gratefulness toward the Source,the Self. With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Hari on November 20, 2012, 03:02:11 PM
I agree with you, Jewell!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 20, 2012, 03:38:02 PM
Dear Hari, Jewell,

Yes. I agree. Jnanis are also great bhaktas. But they show devotion for devotion sake. Not for any benefits for them.
When the question of Hari was about Brahman, originally, I answered saying that since they are already in Brahman-hood,
they do not contemplate on Brahman. Of course, Jnana and bhakti go together.

Arunachala Siva.   
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 20, 2012, 11:08:57 PM
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Piousness and the path of love


Piousness and the path of love
are two different roads.
Love is the fire that burns both belief
and non-belief.
Those who practice Love have neither
religion nor caste.

Abu-Said Abil-Kheir

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 20, 2012, 11:31:45 PM
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Life is a song - sing it.

Life is a game - play it.
Life is a challenge - meet it.
Life is a dream - realize it.
Life is a sacrifice - offer it.
Life is love - enjoy it.

Sai Baba

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 20, 2012, 11:54:40 PM
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Its Already Here

 Swami Ramteerth has told a small story: a lover went away to a far land. He did not return.
His beloved kept watching the road she became tired, waiting and waiting.
He wrote letters, saying again and again, I am coming now, I am coming soon, this month, next month.
Years began to pass and finally the beloved got upset. There is a limit to waiting.
She travelled to the distant city where her beloved was. She inquired the way and arrived at his house.
The door was open. It was evening, the sun had set.

She stopped at the door looking inside. For many days she had not seen her lover.
He was sitting before her, but he was absorbed in deep concentration, he was writing something.
He was so absorbed that the beloved felt to wait a little, not to interfere with him, who knows what threads of thought might be lost.
He was so overwhelmed with emotion that tears were flowing from his eyes. He was writing something and kept right on writing.
 An hour passed, two hours passed.

Then he lifted his eyes and saw: he couldn’t believe it, he was shocked. He had been writing a letter to his beloved.
He was writing a letter to this one who had sat two hours in front of him. And she was waiting for him to lift his eyes.
He couldn’t believe it, he thought, ”It must be hallucination, it is an illusion, perhaps a sort of auto-hypnosis.
I had such abundance of feeling for the beloved, perhaps that is why she is appearing like a dream. Is it not an illusion?”
He rubbed his eyes.

His beloved began to laugh. She said, ”What are you thinking? Do you think I am a mirage?”
He started trembling. He said, ”But how did you come? I was writing a letter to you.
Mad one – why didn’t you stop me? You were in front of me while I was writing you a letter.”

Existence is here in front of us and we are praying to become one with it – Oh lord where art thou?
Tears are pouring from our eyes but because of our wall of tears we don’t see what is in front of us.
We are searching for it. We miss only because of our search.

Source: The Mahageeta, Volume 1 “ - Osho

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 21, 2012, 12:13:17 AM
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Love


Can love be latched and hidden? A trickling tear
Will proclaim it loud.

The loveless grasp all; while the loving
With their very bones help others.

The soul, it is said, is enclosed in bones
That human love may be.

From love, devotion comes; and from that unsought
Priceless enlightenment.

Bliss hereafter is the fruit, they say,
Of a loving life here.

"Love helps only virtue," say the fools:
But it also cures vice.

As boneless worms wither in the sun, so too
The loveless in a just world.

A loveless life is a withered tree that would fain
Sprout in a desert.

What good are outward features if they lack
Love, the inward sense?

Love's way is life; without it humans are
But bones skin-clad.

 Tiruvalluvar

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 21, 2012, 12:40:55 AM
Zen prevents you from nothing. It opens everything that is potential in you. If you have a potentiality of being a painter, Zen will open it -- you may not have been aware of it. If there is a potentiality for poetry, Zen will open that potentiality, and for the first time you will start thinking in poetry, not in prose.

The same is true about music or dance, or scientific exploration. Any kind of original experiences, Zen allows you. It is not preventive of anything. It is affirmative, the most affirmative experience in life. It simply makes you aware of all that is hidden in you, of all that you have never looked at. It not only makes you aware, it helps you to explore that potentiality.

Zen is not a dry, desertlike experience, it is very juicy, a beautiful garden -- a spring in your life where flowers suddenly start opening up. One never knows what is going to happen to him when he becomes aware. It is not a decision on your part, it is not a choice. It is a choiceless, simple experience -- you start moving into a certain direction. Suddenly that direction becomes so full of life, so attractive that you can devote everything to it.

Religions are destructive in many ways. They destroy people by creating guilt, by making them sinners, by forcing them to renounce the world and all that is pleasant, and to go into hardships unnecessarily. But those who go into hardships are respected and their hardship has nothing to contribute to the world, only sickness, only guilt. All your saints are together enforcing guilt in you.

So in this way they destroy humanity, and in other ways they kill people because they don't belong to their fold. They force people -- either by the sword, or with bread. In the past they used to come with a sword, now they come with bread. The poor have been always vulnerable to being converted, either by force or by bribery. But this is not religiousness at all, this is pure politics.

Zen is an authentic religious experience. Its authenticity is in its opening of creativeness in human beings. Zen masters have never killed anyone. They have not forced anyone to their path; on the contrary, you have to go to them. And it has been very difficult to be accepted; the masters have been very choosy. Unless you show an immense desire and longing, they will not initiate you; the question of conversion does not arise. You have to go to the well, the well does not come to you. The well does not even invite you, it is simply there, available.

Source Osho Book "The Zen Manifesto: Freedom From Oneself"


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 21, 2012, 01:13:12 AM
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Song Of Songs


    I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

    As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

    As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

    He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

    Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

    His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.

    I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

    The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

    My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

    My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

    For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

    The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

    The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

    O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

    Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

    My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

    Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 21, 2012, 11:44:20 PM
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With Us


Even if you're not a seeker,
still, follow us, keep searching with us.
Even if you don't know how
to play and sing,
you'll become like us;
with us you'll start singing and dancing.

Even if you are Qarun, the richest of kings,
when you fall in love,
you'll become a beggar.
Though you are a sultan, like us you'll become a slave.

One candle of this gathering
is worth a hundred candles; its light is as great.
Either you are alive or dead.
You'll come back to life with us.

Unbind your feet.
Show the rose garden --
start laughing with your whole body,
like a rose, like us.

Put on the mantle for a moment
and see the ones whose hearts are alive.
Then, throw out your satin dresses
and cover yourself with a cloak, like us.

When a seed falls into the ground,
it germinates, grows, and becomes a tree:
if you understand these symbols,
you'll follow us, and fall to the ground, with us.

God's Shams of Tabriz says
to the heart's bud,
"If your eyes are opened,
you'll see the things worth seeing."

  Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 21, 2012, 11:52:17 PM
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An Exquisite Truth


This is an exquisite truth:
Saints and ordinary folks are the same from the start.
Inquiring about a difference
Is like asking to borrow string
when you've got a good strong rope.
Every Dharma is known in the heart.
After a rain, the mountain colors intensify.
Once you become familiar with the design of fate's illusions
Your ink-well will contain all of life and death.

  Hsu Yun

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 22, 2012, 12:18:02 AM
Moon and clouds are the same;

Moon and clouds are the same;
mountain and valley are different.
All are blessed; all are blessed.
Is this one? Is this two?

 

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The Great Way has no gate

The Great Way has no gate,
A thousand roads enter it.
When one passes through this gateless gate,
He freely walks between heaven and earth.

  Wu Men (Hui-k'ai)

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 22, 2012, 12:42:46 AM
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O Lover of gentle nature


O Lover of gentle nature,
You are to be much praised:
Generous, courteous without measure,
Sum of all goodness,
You do not will to do anything,
Lover, without my will.
And thus I must not hold silence
About your beauty and goodness.
Powerful you are for my sake, and wise;
Such I cannot hide.
Ah, but to whom will I say it?
Seraphim know not how to speak of it.

Lover, you have grasped me in your love,
To give me your great treasure,
That is, the gift of your own self,
Which is divine goodness.
Heart cannot express this,
But willing pure nothingness purifies the heart,
Which makes me climb so high,
By union in concordance,
Which I ought never to reveal.

Marguerite Porete

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Ravi.N on November 22, 2012, 07:18:34 AM
Jewell,
What a wide range of sources of choicest poems and verses that you are presenting here!You are truly Blessed.Appropos of this Sri Ramakrishna says:
"The cow that picks and chooses its food gives milk only in dribblets, but if she eats all kinds of plants, then her milk flows in torrents".
Thanks very much.
Namaskar.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 22, 2012, 05:15:02 PM
Dear Sri Ravi, Thank You sooo much for the Wonderful words of Sri Ramakrishna. I feel we are truly Blessed,having All those words,theachings and Great Ones available. We are indeed rich. And Thank You for so kind words,dear Ravi!!! With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 22, 2012, 05:33:49 PM
Dear Jewell,

Nice poems. Thank you very much.

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 22, 2012, 05:52:59 PM
Thank You,dear Sri Subramanian sir! Also,for posting poems in Tamil,giving me joy of searching and discovering. :) With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 22, 2012, 06:02:52 PM
Dear Jewell,

See how Manikkavachagar treats his lover Siva: ananda titam, Verse 1, Tiruvachakam:

மாறு இலாத மாக் கருணை வெள்ளமே
வந்து முந்தி நின்மலர் கொள்தாள் இணை
வேறு இலாப் பதம் பரிசு பெற்ற நின்
மெய்ம்மை அன்பர் உன் மெய்ம்மை மேவினார்
ஈறு இலாத நீ எளியை ஆகி வந்து
ஒளி செய் மானுடம் ஆக நோக்கியும்
கீறு இலாத நெஞ்சு உடையேன் ஆயினன்
கடையன் நாயினன் பட்ட கீழ்மையே. 95

You are the ocean of compassion! The true devotees came to you first and got the prize of salvation. The incomparable
Great that You are, You came like a simple human being (as a guru) and looked at me. But my heart did  not open. I am
a lowly fellow, lowlier than a dog. What else can I say?

Arunachala Siva.     
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 23, 2012, 05:21:49 AM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

Beautiful poem,and Beautiful verse! Thank You Very much for sharing this tresures!

With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 23, 2012, 05:46:46 AM
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War is cut short by a word,
and a word heals the wounds,
and there's a word that changes
poison into butter and honey.

~ Yunus Emre (Turkey, 13th century)

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 23, 2012, 05:54:30 AM
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My joy


My joy --
My Hunger --
My Shelter --
My Friend --
My Food for the journey --
My journey's End --
You are my breath,
My hope,
My companion,
My craving,
My abundant wealth.
Without You -- my Life, my Love --
I would never have wandered across these endless countries.
You have poured out so much grace for me,
Done me so many favors, given me so many gifts --
I look everywhere for Your love --
Then suddenly I am filled with it.
O Captain of my Heart
Radiant Eye of Yearning in my breast,
I will never be free from You
As long as I live.
Be satisfied with me, Love,
And I am satisfied.

Rabia Basri (Rabia Al-'Adawiyya)

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 23, 2012, 06:08:00 AM
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Companion


Along the road, you were my companion
Seeking the path, you were my guide

No matter to whom I spoke, it was you who answered
When Sun called Moon to Sky, it was you who shined

In the Night of aloneness, you
were my comforter

When I laughed, you were the smile on my lips
When I cried, you were the tears on my face

When I wrote, you were the verse
When I sang, you were the song

Rarely did my heart desire another lover
Then when it did, you came to me in the other.

 Sarmad

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 24, 2012, 06:39:19 PM
The love of God, unutterable and perfect


The love of God, unutterable and perfect,
     flows into a pure soul the way that light
     rushes into a transparent object.
The more love that it finds, the more it gives
     itself; so that, as we grow clear and open,
     the more complete the joy of heaven is.
And the more souls who resonate together,
     the greater the intensity of their love,
     and, mirror-like, each soul reflects the other.

 Dante Alighieri

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 24, 2012, 06:54:29 PM
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The Presence of Love


 And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.

     You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within;
     And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart
     Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulses beat;
     You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light,
     Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve
     On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake.

And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,
How oft! I bless the Lot, that made me love you.

 Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 24, 2012, 06:58:53 PM
Dear Jewell,

Yes. God's love is called Grace, aruL. AruL or Grace is the natural characteristic of God. Like Sun and its heat or light, we cannot
separate God from Love or Grace. It flows more when we show love to him.

In Sri Arunachala Padigam, Sri Bhagavan says:

anburu Arunachala!  - Arunachala whose form is Love.

anbinil viLaiyum inbame!  - Bliss swells in our heart, because of His love towards us.

Again Sri Bhagavan says in Padigam, Verse 4:

AzhiyAm karuNai aNNale! - O the Master who is the ocean of grace.

Okay, who gets that Billss permanently?

He says in Pancharatnam Verse 5:

unnaikaNdu ellAmum un uruvAi, anniyamil anbu seyyum annon Arunachala velhum, inburuvAm unnil Azhnthe!

He gets bliss and drowns in His form of love, when one shows love to all without any exception to all, seeing them
all as Your Form. He also wins the prize of self realization.

Arunachala Siva.     
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 24, 2012, 07:04:34 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

Beautiful! Heart melting words indeed...

Thank You Very much sir!

Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 24, 2012, 07:18:22 PM
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The Point of the Circle


The point appeared in the circle
And was not;
But it was the dot
That the circle begot.

The point appears
As a circle, as it revolves
In the eyes of him
Who a circle draws.

When the point
Completed the circle
Its beginning and end
Were one.

When the compass
Did the circle complete
It was wrapped up
And rested its feet.

Without existence
Not-being are we;
We who are Not
And You existence free.

I said the whole world was His dream;
Then I saw His dream was He.
Sweeter than the words of our guide,
Nimatullah knows no other words.

 Shah Nematollah Vali

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 24, 2012, 07:34:22 PM
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Here's a message for the faithful


Here's a message for the faithful
what is it that you cherish
to find the Way to see your nature
your nature is naturally so
what Heaven bestows is perfect
looking for proof leads you astray
leaving the trunk to search among the twigs
all you get is silly.

Han-shan (Cold Mountain)

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 25, 2012, 12:31:41 AM
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Hymn to the Nameless One


Now as the year swings down,
and the darkness encloses
even the smallest bird,
the largest animal,
and we too enter the hour
when everything is falling once more
into the twilight
of not knowing,
what we ask is that
you be with us,
not as a pillar of fire
nor a blaze across
the heavens,
but like water
at rest in a pitcher
which catches the morning light
and is filled
with its own radiance.

 Dorothy Walters

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 25, 2012, 07:23:59 PM
Dear Jewell,

Nochur Venkataraman said: Arunachala is a frozen Ganga. Ganga is a flowing Arunachala.

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 25, 2012, 07:43:37 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir, Yes,Ganga is a Holy River. I read many interesting stories about it,and i would like to see it one day. Also because of many other reasons. With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 26, 2012, 12:48:17 AM
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Dark Night


(Songs of the soul delighted at having reached the high state of perfection, the union with God, by way of spiritual negation.)

On a darkened night,
Anxious, by love inflamed,
-- O happy chance! --
Unnoticed, I took flight,
My house at last at peace and quiet.

Safe, disguised by the night,
By the secret ladder I took flight,
-- O happy chance! --
Cloaked by darkness, I scaled the height,
My house at last at peace and quiet.

On that blessed night,
In secret, and seen by none,
None in sight,
I saw with no other guide or light,
But the one burning in my heart bright.

This guide, this light,
Brighter than the midday sun,
Led me to the waiting One
I knew so well -- my delight!
To a place with none in sight.

O night! O guide!
O night more loving than the dawn!
O night that joined
The lover with the Beloved;
Transformed, the lover into the Beloved drawn!

Upon my flowered breast,
For him alone kept fair,
There he slept,
There I caressed,
There the cedars gave us air.

I drank the turret's cool air,
Spreading playfully his hair.
And his hand, so serene,
Cut my throat. Drained
Of senses, I dropped unaware.

Lost to myself and yet remaining,
Inclined so only the Beloved I spy.
All has ceased, all rests,
Even my cares, even I;
Lost among the lilies, there I die.

John of the Cross

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 26, 2012, 01:05:51 AM
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The mind is like a reflection in a mirror


The mind is like a reflection in a mirror:
Though it is insubstantial, it is not nonexistent.
What is, we have no control over;
And what isn't, is ephemeral
Aren't the esteemed sages
Just regular people who've resolved the matter?

There are changes upon changes.
Once the five components are clearly seen,
The diverse things in the world are joined into one.
How can there be two formless dharma bodies?
Once compulsive desires are eliminated and insight comes,
There are no thoughts about where the promised land may lie.

The will to survive must be killed off.
Once it is killed off, there will be peace of mind.
When the mind integrates this,
An iron ship has been made to float.

 P'ang Yun (Layman P'ang)

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 26, 2012, 01:18:22 AM
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I will praise thy works


I will praise thy works
With songs of thanksgiving,
Continually,
In all the generations of time.
With the coming of day
I embrace my Mother,
With the coming of night,
I join my Father,
And with the outgoing
Of evening and morning
I will breathe Their Law,
And I will not interrupt these Communions
Until the end of time.

 Edmond Bordeaux Szekely

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 26, 2012, 01:25:37 AM
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On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time (from Gitanjali)


     On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time. But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands.
     Hidden in the heart of things thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts, buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers into fruitfulness.
     I was tired and sleeping on my idle bed and imagined all work had ceased. In the morning I woke up and found my garden full with wonders of flowers.

 Rabindranath Tagore

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 26, 2012, 01:47:03 AM
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What could be the Other when First is naught?


What could be the Other when First is naught?
What is to dwell when nothing is born?
Viewers none, who can bear witness?
Untouched by tongue, taste the nectar blessed.
Akha, you will understand if you view this sensibly,
It's the possessed who grieve for father's father.

 Akha

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 26, 2012, 01:29:23 PM
Dear Jewell,

அருளா தொழிந்தால் அடியேனை அஞ்சல் என்பார் ஆர்இங்குப்
பொருளா என்னைப் புகுந்தாண்ட பொன்னே பொன்னம்பலக்கூத்தா
மருளார் மனத்தோ டுனைப்பிரிந்து வருந்துவேனை வாவென்றுன்
தெருளார் கூட்டங் காட்டாயேல் செத்தே போனாற் சிரியாரோ. 385

சிரிப்பார் களிப்பார் தேனிப்பார் திரண்டுதிரண்டுன் திருவார்த்தை
விரப்பார் கேட்பார் மெச்சுவார் வெவ்வே றிருந்துன் திருநாமம்
தரிப்பார் பொன்னம் பலத்தாடும் தலைவா என்பார் அவர்முன்னே
தரிப்பாய் நாயேன் இருப்பேனோ நம்பி இனித்தான் நல்காயே. 386

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 26, 2012, 01:37:20 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir, You know how much i love this sir! :) But,i will search later when i come through computer. I cant wait! :) Thank You Very much!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 26, 2012, 09:29:31 PM
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 Grace if Thou show not to Thy servant, who
is here to bid me cast away my fears?
All gold, Thou entering here, mad'st me Thine own,
as thing of worth; Dancer in court of gold!
Me, from Thee severed, with bewildered mind,
and troubled sore, ah! bid to come to Thee.
If Thou show not Thy glorious fellowhip,
I die; and then will not men scoff?

 They smile, they joy, honied delights they quaff,
in thronging crowds Thy words expound and hear,
And loud extol. Then each apart repeats
the saving mystery of Thy sacred Name.
'Our Head, Who dancest in the golden court,'
they cry. before these blessed ones, shall I
Like dog, that jackals chase and scare, remain?
My Teacher, even now bestow Thy grace!

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Thank You,dear Sri Subramanian sir! It is Beautiful!!!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 26, 2012, 09:45:15 PM
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Before there was a trace of this world of men,

I carried the memory of a lock of your hair,

A stray end gathered within me, though unknown.

Inside that invisible realm,

Your face like the sun longed to be seen,

Until each separate object was finally flung into light.

From the moment of Time’s first-drawn breath,

Love resides in us,

A treasure locked into the heart’s hidden vault;

Before the first seed broke open the rose bed of Being,

An inner lark soared through your meadows,

Heading toward Home.

What can I do but thank you, one hundred times?

Your face illumines the shrine of Hayati’s eyes,

Constantly present and lovely.

    Bibi Hayati

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 26, 2012, 10:03:14 PM
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Love


(After Kabir)

Kabir says: I will tell you
     the secret of love.
The weaver does not weave it,
     nor is it grown in the fields,
     yet love is for sale in the market.
Go there now: king or beggar,
     anyone can afford it,
     your money stays in your pocket.
What do you exchange for love?
Kabir says: lose no time,
     cut off your head
     and take love in return.

Colin Oliver

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 26, 2012, 10:13:20 PM
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Endless is my Wealth


The sage
king Janaka
stands on a hill
watching his city in flames
"Endless is my wealth,"
he says
"I have nothing at all,
and thus when this city of Mithila crumbles,
red embers, white ashes
all monuments of men destroyed,
nothing of mine is burned."

"I have nothing at all,
and endless is my wealth."

 Shankara

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 26, 2012, 10:50:21 PM
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As you recognize that you already own the wholeness you seek,
and no one outside you can give you more than you already are,
dysfunctional situations will evaporate like bad dreams exposed to the morning sun.”

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Enlightenment does not ask you to be perfect;
it simply asks you to find perfection right where you stand.”

Alan Cohen


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 26, 2012, 11:14:26 PM
Zen is rejoicing in purposelessness. What purpose is in a flower? What purpose is in the sun rising? For what purpose are you here? There seems to be no purpose to me.

I have looked deep enough in every corner of my being -- there seems to be no purpose at all, and I consider it a great freedom. If there were a purpose, then you would be in bondage, then there would be a destiny you have to fulfill. Then you could be a failure.
Every purpose creates failures and successes. But if there is no purpose, nobody is a failure. Wherever you end up, that is the place you were destined to end. Wherever your boat leads you, and wherever the river moves, that is the direction. If you have any direction, you are going to be in conflict with many directions.

Don't have any direction, and don't have any desire. That does not mean repress desire. That simply means, rejoice in every desire, rejoice in every moment. Whatever is available, whatever has come across your path, love, be friendly.

Don't make any demands on existence, otherwise you will be in suffering. All those who live in misery, live in misery for the simple reason they are thinking that a certain purpose has to be fulfilled, a certain success has to be achieved, a certain ambition. And when it is not achieved -- and there are more possibilities of not achieving it -- you will be in misery. And even if you achieve it, it makes no difference, you will be in misery. You will be in misery because when you achieve it you will find nothing is achieved.

You have become the world's richest man, and suddenly you find you are surrounded by all kinds of junk. You cannot live if you are trying to be richer. You will be richer if you live.

Live each moment in as much intensity as possible, and you will be richer. But if you are living for riches, then it is always tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... and you are wasting all these valuable moments, you are becoming poorer every moment.

You are forgetting the language of living the present, and that is the only poverty.
I know of no other richness than to live each moment without bothering about the past which is no more, and without desiring of the future which is not yet. Live it! When it will come you will be able to live it too. You will be more efficient in living tomorrow if you are intensely living life today.

Zen knows about the wine, but it is not of desire, it is of a silence.
It is of a desireless deepening of your life.
It is a silent song without sounds.
It is a music without instruments.
It is pure being.

At such a moment where being and non-being become equivalent, their presence and absence are synonymous. You are so present that you are almost absent, or the other way round -- you are so absent that you are totally present.

When you are no more, you are. When you are no more, you are the whole vastness of existence. When there is no desire, you are fulfilled. It is not that any desire has to be fulfilled. When there is no desire, when you have learned the art of remaining in a non-desiring moment, you are fulfilled.

When you are not doing anything, your action is perfect. Only non-doing can be perfect. Any doing is bound to be imperfect. No man is capable of doing anything perfectly. Perfection is of the imagination.

Life consists of all kinds of imperfections. You have to love the imperfect, and you have to respect the imperfect -- not only in others, but in yourself too.

Every day, whenever you reach to the point of your innermost being where everything is silent, where you cannot even say you are, a pure isness, unbounded, a tremendous drunkenness arises. I have called it divine drunkenness.

Osho Book "The Zen Manifesto : Freedom From Oneself"


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 26, 2012, 11:27:14 PM
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My soul is your temple, O Lord
(from Shiva Manasa Pooja)

My soul is your temple, O Lord,
My actions are your handmaids,
My body is your home,
My senses witness only you,
My sleep is pure meditation on you,
These walking feet are your journey,
Whatever falls from my mouth is prayer to you,
Oh Lord, everything I say and do are worship.

 Shankara

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Nagaraj on November 27, 2012, 05:10:36 AM
Zen is rejoicing in purposelessness.

beautiful post.

Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 27, 2012, 02:36:18 PM
Dear Sri Tushnim,Sri Nagaraj, Yes,thats the true beauty of Zen and freedom in real sense of that word. And it help us to become non doers,non ambitious and not to struggle anymore. Thank You Very much!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 27, 2012, 03:01:45 PM
Yes,We Are,dear Sri Tushnim. :) It help us to realise that. Is that better? :D
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Hari on November 27, 2012, 03:57:13 PM
Quote
"Zen is rejoicing in purposelessness."

How could it be said better? Zen path is complete saranagathi and jnana at the same time. But who could really understand the deepness of this teaching? To understand Zen in its fullness we need very pure mind.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 27, 2012, 04:51:43 PM
Dear Hari, Yes,all those teachings i see too like one and the same. And from one we come to another,depending on what we need in some particular moment. And it is indeed difficuld to understand without pure mind. But,those teachings make us pure,those teachings make us understand.  When we ponder over something that long,it is bound to come like understanding.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 28, 2012, 01:04:42 AM
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If it rains fire


If it rains fire
 you have to be as the water;

if it is a deluge of water
     you have to be as the wind;

if it is the Great Flood,
     you have to be as the sky;

and if it is the Very Last Flood of all the worlds,
     you have to give up self

and become the Lord.

Allama Prabhu

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 28, 2012, 01:47:23 AM
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Formula for Obtaining Life


Now, then!
Ha, now thou hast come to listen, thou Long Human Being, thou art staying, thou Helper of human beings.
Thou never lettest go thy grasp from the soul.
Thou hast, as if it were, taken a firmer grasp upon the soul.
I originated at the cataract, not so far away.
I will stretch out my hand to where thou art.
My soul has come to bathe itself in thy body.
The white foam will cling to my head as I walk along the path of life, the white staff will come into my extended hand.
The fire of the hearth will be left burning for me incessantly.
The soul has been lifted up successively to the seventh upper world.

 Cherokee

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 28, 2012, 01:56:54 AM
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Joyous in love, I make my aim


Joyous in love, I make my aim
forever deeper in Joy to be.
The perfect Joy's the goal for me:
so the most perfect lady I claim.
I've caught her eyes. All must exclaim:
the loveliest heard or seen is she.

You know I'd never base my fame
on brags. If ever we're to see
a flowering Joy, this Joy, burst free,
should bear such fruit no man can name,
lifting among the others a flame
that brightens in obscurity.

Guilhem IX of Poitou

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 28, 2012, 03:12:18 AM
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This rare and heavenly creature


This rare and heavenly creature
alone without peer
look and it's not there
it comes and goes but not through doors
it fits inside a square-inch
it spreads in all directions
unless you acknowledge it
you'll meet but never know

 Han-shan (Cold Mountain)

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 28, 2012, 03:24:05 AM
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No such thing as mind

my abiding place
has no pillars;
it is roofless --
yet the rain does not wet it,
nor the wind strike it.

when it blows,
the mountain wind is boisterous,
but when it blows not,
it simply blows not.

though it has no bridge,
the cloud climbs up to heaven;
it does not ask aid
of gautama's sutras.

ripples appear
on the unaccumulated water
of the undug well,
as the formless, bodiless man
draws water from it.

the mind:
since there is really
no such thing as mind,
with what enlightenment
shall it be enlihtened?

Ikkyu

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Hari on November 28, 2012, 03:43:10 AM
Quote
the mind:
since there is really
no such thing as mind,
with what enlightenment
shall it be enlihtened?

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 28, 2012, 03:47:41 AM
Innocence is Divine

Zen has no value system. Zen only brings one thing into the world: understanding, awareness. Through awareness comes innocence. And innocence is innocent of good and bad, both. Innocence is simply innocence – it knows no distinction.

The last story. It is about Ryokan – the same master I was talking about a few days before, who burned the roof to save the bamboo shoot. Ryokan was a great lover of children. As might be expected of such a character as he was, he himself was a child. He was the child Jesus speaks about. He was so innocent that it was almost unbelievable that a man can be so innocent. He had no cunning, no cleverness. He was so innocent that people used to think that he was a little mad.

He liked to play with children. He played hide-and-seek, he played tamari, hand-ball, too. One evening it was his turn to hide, and he hid himself well under a straw stack in the field. It was growing darker and the children, not being able to locate him, left the field. Early in the following morning, a farmer came and had to remove the straw stack to begin his work. Finding Ryokan there, he exclaimed, ’Oh Ryokan-sama! What are you doing here?’

The master answered, ’Hush! Don’t talk so loud, the children will find me.’

The whole night under that straw he is waiting for the children! Such innocence is Zen. And such innocence is divine. Such innocence knows no distinctions between good and bad, knows no distinctions between this world and that, knows no distinction between this and that. Such innocence is what suchness is. And this suchness is the innermost core of religion.

Source: " Zen: The Path of Paradox, Vol 2 " - Osho


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 28, 2012, 03:56:10 AM
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Who is the buddha?


"we come into this world alone,
we depart alone" --
this also is illusion.
i will teach you the way
not to come, not to go!

we eat, excrete, sleep, and get up;
this is our world.
all we have to do after that
is to die.

i shan't die, i shan't go anywhere,
i'll be here;
but don't ask me anything,
i shan't answer.

whatsoever it may be,
it is all part of the world of illusion,
death itself
not being a real thing.

should you wish to know the way
in both this world,
and that other,
ask a man of mercy and sincerity.

a monk asks master pai-chang,
"who is the buddha?"
pai-chang answers,
"who are you?"

Ikkyu

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 28, 2012, 10:59:02 AM
Sri Bhagavan said: "Where can I go. I am here  only.'

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 28, 2012, 12:06:01 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir, Yes,Bhagavan is Always Here. He truly Is. Thank You sir,for these beautiful words of Bhagavan!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 28, 2012, 05:20:34 PM
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The haunt of the hearts of the gnostics


The haunt of the hearts of the gnostics is a mead
Celestial -- beyond it are the veils of the Lord.
His nearness their sole boundary from the world of the Secret --
Melt they would with love if their moment had come.
For their thirst is a cup purely filled from His love,
And the cool of a breeze beyond words to describe.
Hearts near the Throne-Lord -- they had sought to be near --
With what blessings the King in their nearness hath graced them!

Pleased with them, He hath pleased them unto ultimate pleasure:
The Beloved's welcome is the abode wherein they dwell,
Most penetrant their resolve; by it they have travelled,
By it their thoughts pierce to what is hidden by the Veils.
Their secret ever goeth between the Beloved and themselves,
From other than nearness by nearness made safe.

 Dhun-Nun al- Misri

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 28, 2012, 05:29:47 PM
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Giving


You often say, "I would give, but only to the deserving."
The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture.
They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.
Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and his nights, is worthy of all else from you.
And he who has deserved to drink from the ocean of life deserves to fill his cup from your little stream.
And what desert greater shall there be, than that which lies in the courage and the confidence, nay the charity, of receiving?
And who are you that men should rend their bosom and unveil their pride, that you may see their wealth naked and their pride unabashed?
See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver, and and instrument of giving.
For in truth it is life that gives unto life -- while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness.

 Kahlil Gibran

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 28, 2012, 05:41:43 PM
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The real form of buddha

on the sea of death and life,
the diver's boat is freighted
with "is" and "is not".
but if the bottom is broken through,
"is and "is not" disappear.

the mind cannot become the buddha;
the body cannot become the buddha;
only what cannot become the buddha
can become the buddha.

as lightning
which disappears like dew,
which vanishes like a phantom --
thus think of yourself.

a mind to search elsewhere
for the buddha
is the foolishness
in the very center of foolishness.

the dew on the lotus leaf
undyed by its colour,
just as it is,
is the real form of buddha.

Ikkyu

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 28, 2012, 06:09:00 PM
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Song of Songs


    I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;
    I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat,
    O friends; drink, drink abundantly, O beloved.
    I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying,
    Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
    I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
    My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
    I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh,
    and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
    I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake:
    I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
    The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me;
    the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
    I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
    What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women?
    what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
    My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
    His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
    His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
    His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
    His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
    His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
    His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

Chapter 5

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 28, 2012, 06:10:35 PM
Dear Jewell,

Compare the Buddha's words with those of Manikkavachgar:

  வேதமும் வேள்வியும் ஆயினார்க்கு
மெய்ம்மையும் பொய்ம்மையும் ஆயினார்க்குச்
சோதிய மாய் இருள் ஆயினார்க்குத்
துன்பமுமாய் இன்பம் ஆயினார்க்குப்
பாதியு மாய் முற்றும் ஆயினார்க்குப்
பந்தமு மாய் வீடும் ஆயினார்க்கு
ஆதியும் அந்தமும் ஆயினார்க்கு
ஆடப்பொற்சுண்ணம் இடித்தும்நாமே. 214

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 28, 2012, 06:32:36 PM
For Him Who is the VEdam and the Sacrifice;
for Him Who is the Falsehood and the Truth;
For Him Who is the Splendour and the Gloom;
for Him Who is Affection and Delight;
For Him Who is the Half, Who is the Whole;
for Him Who is the Bond and the Release;
For Him Who is the First, Who is the Last;
dancing, POUND WE THE DUST OF GOLD !



For Him Who is Everything and Nothing!

Beautiful!

Thank You Sir!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 28, 2012, 06:43:38 PM
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The original man
must return to his original place

the moon is the house,
the mind is the master in it:
when we understand this,
it is only a transitory world
we live in here.

deeply thinking of it,
i and other people --
there is no difference,
as there is no mind
beyond this mind.

every spring when you see
the cherry blossoms bloom,
feel with pain
the brevity of your life!

the original man
must return to his original place;
why seek then
the needless buddha?

the morning dew
flees away,
and is no more;
who may remain
in this world of ours?

we pray for our life of tomorrow,
ephemeral life though it may be;
this is the habit of our mind
that passed away yesterday.

do not take it to heart;
the real way
is one, itself as it is;
there are not two, or three.

Ikkyu

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 28, 2012, 06:54:07 PM
Dear Jewll,

Compare this with Manikkavachagar's Tiruvammanai, Verse 5:


 கல்லா மனத்துக் கடைப்பட்ட நாயேனை
வல்லாளன் தென்னன் பெருந்துறையான் பிச்சேற்றிக்
கல்லைப் பிசைந்து கனியாக்கித் தன்கருணை
வெள்ளத் தழுத்தி வினைகடிந்த வேதியனைத்
தில்லை நகர்புக்குச் சிற்றம் பலம்மன்னும்
ஒல்லை விடையானைப் பாடுதுங்காண் அம்மானாய். 179

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 28, 2012, 07:03:53 PM
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The Mighty One, the South-King, Perun-turrai's Lord,
Me vilest cur, of mind untaught, with frenzy filled;
Kneaded the stone, made it sweet fruit; plunged in the flood
Of mercy; all my sin destroyed. To Him, the Sage,
Who Tillai's city entering, in the sacred court abides,
The ancient Rider of the Bull, SING we ! AMMAANAY, SEE !

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 :) :) Beautiful!

Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 28, 2012, 07:22:58 PM
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Effortlessly


Effortlessly,
Love flows from God into man,
Like a bird
Who rivers the air
Without moving her wings.
Thus we move in His world
One in body and soul,
Though outwardly separate in form.
As the Source strikes the note,
Humanity sings --
The Holy Spirit is our harpist,
And all strings
Which are touched in Love
Must sound.

  Mechthild of Magdeburg

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on November 28, 2012, 07:42:46 PM
Dear Jewell,

Compare this with Manikkavachagar's Tirukottumbi, Verse 2.

நானார் என் உள்ளமார் ஞானங்க ளார் என்னை யாரறிவார்
வானோர் பிரானென்னை ஆண்டிலனேல் மதிமயங்கி
ஊனா ருடைதலையில் உண்பலிதேர் அம்பலவன்
தேனார் கமலமே சென்றூதாய் கோத்தும்பீ. 216

 Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 28, 2012, 10:32:37 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir, I will,for sure. :) But now i came through my phone. I will chek it when i log from computer. Thanks to You,i will read all Manikkavachagar's verses. And maybe even learn little of Your language. :) Thank You sir!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Balaji on November 28, 2012, 11:24:21 PM
Dear Jwell


Lord Shiva's photo is  beautiful.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 29, 2012, 03:57:02 PM
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I SURRENDER


There's so much life I've left to live
And this fire is burning still
When I watch you look at me
I think I could find the will
To stand for every dream
And forsake this solid ground

And give up this fear within
Of what would happen if they ever knew
I'm in love with you

'Cause I'd surrender everything
To feel the chance to live again
I reach to you
I know you can feel it too
We'd make it through
A thousand dreams I still believe
I'd make you give them all to me
I'd hold you in my arms and never let go
I surrender
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I know I can't survive
Another night away from you
You're the reason I go on
And now I need to live the truth
Right now, there's no better time
From this fear I will break free
And I'll live again with love
And no they can't take that away from me
And they will see

'Cause I'd surrender everything
To feel the chance to live again
I reach to you
I know you can feel it too
We'd make it through
A thousand dreams I still believe
I'd make you give them all to me
I'd hold you in my arms and never let go
I surrender

Every night's getting longer
And this fire is getting stronger,
I'll swallow my pride and I'll be alive
Can't you hear my call
I surrender all
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 29, 2012, 05:04:14 PM
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Love is a place


love is a place
and through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places

yes is a world
and in this world of
yes live
(skillfully curled)
all worlds

 e. e. cummings

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 29, 2012, 05:39:02 PM
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Hsin Hsin Ming


the great way is not difficult
the way

reality of things
cease to hold opinions

the unity of emptiness
to live in the great way

when all things are seen equally
to this ultimate finality 

in this world of suchness
the way is beyond language

Sengstan (Sosan) 3rd Zen Patriarch

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 29, 2012, 06:02:18 PM
Beautiful!!!  :) :)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 29, 2012, 06:11:55 PM
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Japuji Saheb


He is Omkar
By Divine Order
He alone is everything
he makes the worthless worthy
through listening

through contemplation
you are the formless
how shall i praise him
he is supreme
he is the greatest of the great

he is the king of kings
he cannot be described
he is the true lord
he is the primal being
he is the true reality

real power lies in his hands
each is ranked by his glance
he cannot be spoken of in words
in the realm of truth the formless abides
compassionate look

Guru Nanak Dev ji

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 29, 2012, 06:19:45 PM
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I would like to offer you something

whatever runs counter
to the mind and will of ordinary people
hinders the law of men
and the law of buddha.

i would like
to offer you something,
but in the daruma sect
we have nothing at all.

as ikkyu does not think of his body
as if it were his body,
he lives in the same place,
whether it is town or country.

the mind of man is without sound,
without odour;
he who answers when called
is nothing but a thief.

if we say "there is,"
people think "there is";
but though it answers,
it is not,
this mountain echo.

if we say, "there is not,"
people think "there is not,"
though it answers,
the mountain echo.

Ikkyu

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 29, 2012, 06:55:52 PM
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By whatever path you go, you will have to lose yourself in the one.
Surrender is complete only when you reach the stage
`Thou art all' and `Thy will be done'.

Sri Bhagavan Ramana Maharshi

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 29, 2012, 07:07:05 PM
Meditation doesn't lead you to silence;
meditation only creates the situation in which the silence happens.
And this should be the criterion -- that whenever silence happens laughter will come into your life.
A vital celebration will happen all around.
You will not become sad, you will not become depressed, you will not escape from the world.
You will be here in this world, but taking the whole thing as a game,
enjoying the whole thing as a beautiful game, a big drama, no longer serious about it.
Seriousness is a disease.

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Delight, enjoy.
God is not a thing, it is an attitude, an attitude of celebration and festivity.
Drop sadness. He is so close by; dance! Drop long faces, it is sacrilege -- because He is so close by.
Forget your childish miseries and worries; He is so close by. Don't go on brooding about immaterial things;
He is so close by. Allow Him to hold your hand. He has been waiting for you for long.

Osho

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on November 29, 2012, 07:27:17 PM
Dear Jewell,

Compare this with Manikkavachagar's Tirukottumbi, Verse 2.

நானார் என் உள்ளமார் ஞானங்க ளார் என்னை யாரறிவார்
வானோர் பிரானென்னை ஆண்டிலனேல் மதிமயங்கி
ஊனா ருடைதலையில் உண்பலிதேர் அம்பலவன்
தேனார் கமலமே சென்றூதாய் கோத்தும்பீ. 216

 Arunachala Siva.

I am nought, yet made like to Him
Who am I? - Wisdom's lessons what are they
that fill my mind? - and me who'd know
Had not the Lord of heaven made me His own?
He of the temple court, Who erst
A mendicant with mind distraught asked food,
in broken skull with flesh impure !
Haste to Him lotus-foot, as honey sweet;
AND BREATHE HIS PRAISE, THOU HUMMING-BEE !
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Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

Beautiful! This is one of my favorite verses!

Thank You Very much!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 01, 2012, 05:56:42 PM
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I am a man of original inactivity

of heaven or hell we have
no recollection, no knowledge;
we must become what we were
before we were born.

rain, hail, snow and ice
are divided from one another;
but after they fall,
they are the same water
of the stream in the valley.

should you seek
the way of the buddha
all night long,
searching, you will enter
into your own mind.

when they ask you,
"where is your country?
what is your native place?" answer,
"i am a man
of original inactivity."

the figure of the real man
standing there --
just a glimpse of him,
and we are in love.
 
Ikkyu

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 01, 2012, 06:13:32 PM
Dear Jewell,

Sri Bhagavan used to say jocularly about Himself: Pani ledu vaadu - in Telugu. It means only 'one who has no work.'

In activity is the best activity. A man who is truly inactive, does all activities with the help of God/Self/Guru inside.

I shall give on Tayumanavar's song in this context.

Arunachala Siva. 
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 01, 2012, 06:19:37 PM
Dear Jewell,

See this verse of Tayumanavar, in Akara Bhuvanam, Chidambara Rahasyam:

பேறனைத்தும் அணுவெனவே உதறித் தள்ளப்
      பேரின்ப மாகவந்த பெருக்கே பேசா
வீறனைத்தும் இந்நெறிக்கே என்ன என்னை
      மேவென்ற வரத்தேபாழ் வெய்ய மாயைக்
கூறனைத்துங் கடந்தஎல்லைச் சேட மாகிக்
      குறைவறநின் றிடுநிறைவே குலவா நின்ற
ஆறனைத்தும் புகுங்கடல்போல் சமயகோடி
      அத்தனையுந் தொடர்ந்துபுகும் ஆதி நட்பே. 3.

Arunachala Siva,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 01, 2012, 06:41:29 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

This is a hard task. I cannot find translation. But i will try to translate in different way,only it will take a time.

Like we in Serbia like to say,You gave me a boon sir.  :)

And,yes,in inaction we can only do good action. Because we are not the doers anymore,all is just happening,and we are tools in God's hands.

With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 01, 2012, 06:53:45 PM
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My self of long ago

a rest on the way back
from the leaky road
to the never-leaking road;
if it rains, let it rain;
if it blows, let it blow.

my self of long ago,
in nature non-existent;
nowhere to go when dead,
nothing at all.

when asked, he answered;
no question, no answer;
then master daruma
must have had
nothing in his mind.

our mind --
without end,
without beginning,
though it is born, though it dies --
the essence of emptiness!

all the sins committed
in the three worlds
will fade and disappear
together with myself.

Ikkyu

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 01, 2012, 06:59:10 PM
Dear Jewell,

The translation is somewhat as under:

I threw away all my treasures and wealth, as if they are mere atoms.
You came then as a flood and made me dumbfounded.
"All your valor is only to be in this path. Be in my Abode. " (You said)
The scorching Maya is there but beyond are You, as the Remains.

O  the Fullness, without any inadequacy!

Like all the rivers merge in the ocean,
All these religions merge in You as the only Final  Refuge.

Arunachala Siva
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 01, 2012, 07:03:55 PM
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One instant is eternity


One instant is eternity;
eternity is the now.
When you see through this one instant,
you see through the one who sees.
 
 Wu Men (Hui-k'ai)

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 01, 2012, 07:07:20 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

Beautiful! Everything is these words. Thank You Very much!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 01, 2012, 07:22:50 PM
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You who would read this book


You who would read this book,
If you indeed wish to grasp it,
Think about what you say,
For it is very difficult to comprehend;
Humility, who is keeper of the treasury of
Knowledge
And the mother of the other Virtues,
Must overtake you.

Theologians and other clerks,
You will not have the intellect for it,
No matter how brilliant your abilities,
If you do not proceed humbly.
And may Love and Faith, together
Cause you to rise above Reason,
Since they are the ladies of this house.

Humble, then, your wisdom
Which is based on Reason,
And place all your fidelity
In those things which are given
By Love, illuminated through Faith.
And thus you will understand this book
Which makes the Soul live by love.
 
 Marguerite Porete

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 01, 2012, 07:35:00 PM
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If High Heaven had no love for wine


If High Heaven had no love for wine,
There would not be a Wine Star in the sky.
If Earth herself had no love for wine,
There would not be a city called Wine Springs.
Since Heaven and Earth both love wine,
I can love wine, without shame before God.
Clear wine was once called a Saint;
Thick wine was once called "a Sage."

Of Saint and Sage I have long quaffed deep,
What need for me to study spirits and hsien?
At the third cup I penetrate the Great Way;
A full gallon -- Nature and I are one...
But the things I feel when wine possesses my soul
I will never tell to those who are not drunk.

 Li Po

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 01, 2012, 07:48:04 PM
Dear Jewell,

You have written about book readers and theologians. Saint Manikkavachgar says in kaNdapathu, verse 3:
உருத்தெரியாக் காலத்தே உள்புகுந்தென் உளம்மன்னிக்
கருத்திருத்தி ஊன்புக்குக் கருணையினால் ஆண்டுகொண்ட
திருத்திருத்தி மேயானைத் தித்திக்குஞ் சிவபதத்தை
அருத்தியினால் நாயடியேன் அணிகொள்தில்லை கண்டேனே. 477

You have entered my mind even before I know your form.
You removed all my false knowledge and with grace you entered my body and ruled over me.
O Lord of tiruthiruthi, the sweet Siva Abode!
I saw your form Chidambaram, with my perseverance.

Arunachala Siva.

 
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 01, 2012, 08:16:10 PM
How sweet words...

Yes,Sri Subramanian sir,

Peservance and faith are the key. And to let that Grace rule over us,take us whole.

Beautiful verse! Thank You Very much!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 01, 2012, 08:45:44 PM
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Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling:
     The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly -- and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.

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And look -- a thousand Blossoms with the Day
Woke -- and a thousand scatter'd into Clay:
     And this first Summer Month that brings the Rose
Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.
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And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,
End in the Nothing all Things end in -- Yes --
     Then fancy while Thou art, Thou art but what
Thou shalt be -- Nothing -- Thou shalt not be less.

Omar Khayyam
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 01, 2012, 09:35:03 PM
You are already a Buddha


An old Zen story tells of a pilgrim who mounted his horse and crossed formidable mountains and swift rivers seeking a famous wise man in order to ask him how to find true enlightenment. After months of searching, the pilgrim located the teacher in a cave.
The Master listened to the question and said nothing. The seeker waited. Finally, after hours of silence, the Master looked at the steed on which the pilgrim had arrived, and asked the pilgrim why he was not looking for a horse instead of enlightenment.

The pilgrim responded that obviously he already had a horse. The Master smiled, and retreated into his cave. Very indicative! The Master said, ”Why don’t you search for a horse? Why do you bother about Buddhahood?”

And the man said, ”What nonsense are you talking about? The horse is already with me. I have got the horse!Why should I seek it?”

And the Master didn’t say anything – he simply smiled and retreated into his cave. Finished! He had given the answer.

You are a Buddha. You cannot search for it. That is the great declaration of all the great religions – that you are gods and goddesses in disguise, incognito.

You have forgotten your own identity, you don’t know who you are. Hence all seeking. And sometimes you start seeking that which you are already. Then it is impossible to find... then frustration.

Don’t start seeking, just start looking at what is the case. Looking into the reality as it is, is enough. That is the meaning of Zen people when they say ”Be herenow” – look into reality.

Nothing is missing, all is already here. Listening to it, please avoid creating an ideal; otherwise your ideal will mislead you.

Source: " Zen: The Path of Paradox, Vol 3 " - Osho



Meditate on this small parable, a real story.

Ma Tsu heard of Ta Mei’s stay on the mountain, and sent a monk to ask him this question....Ma Tsu is a great Zen master, and Ta Mei is one of his disciples – he had thousands of disciples. The master sent some-body to ask the disciple some question – because he is staying on a mountain, alone, meditating, just sitting silently there. Now, the master must be feeling that he is getting settled or something. So he sends a person. He cannot go – he is very old, it will be difficult for him to climb the mountain – but he wants to see whether this Ta Mei can still be unsettled or not. He must be thinking to unsettle this Ta Mei, so...

Ma Tsu heard of Ta Mei’s stay on the mountain and sent a monk to ask him this question: ’What did you obtain when you called on the great master Ma Tsu and what prompted you to stay here?’

Ta Mei replied, ’The great master told me that mind was Buddha and that is why I came to stay here.’

The monk said, ’The great master’s Buddha Dharma is different now.’

Ta Mei asked, ’What is it now?’

The monk replied, ’He says it is neither mind nor Buddha.’

Ta Mei laughed and said, ’That old man is causing confusion in the minds of others and all this will have no end. Let him say that it is neither mind nor Buddha. As far as I am concerned, mind is Buddha.’

When the monk returned and reported the above dialogue to Ma Tsu, the latter was very happy and said, ’The plum is now ripe.’ ’Ta Mei’ in Chinese means ’big plum’. ’The plum is ripe now, I cannot unsettle him.’ Now even the master cannot unsettle the disciple. The disciple has arrived; now he knows all the tricks of the old man.

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 01, 2012, 09:59:00 PM
Question : Why do I never remember that I am the Self ?
Ramana Maharshi : People speak of memory and oblivion of the fullness of the Self. Oblivion and memory are only thought-forms. They will alternate so long as there are thoughts. But reality lies beyond these. Memory or oblivion must be dependent on something.

That something must be foreign to the Self as well, otherwise there would not be oblivion. That upon which memory and oblivion depend is the idea of the individual self. When one looks for it, this individual `I' is not found because it is not real. Hence this `I' is synonymous with illusion or ignorance (maya, avidya or ajnana]. To know that there never was ignorance is the goal of all the spiritual teachings. Ignorance must be of one who is aware. Awareness is jnana. Jnana is eternal and natural, ajnana is unnatural and unreal.

Question : Having heard this truth, why does not one remain content?
Ramana Maharshi : Because samskaras [innate mental tendencies] have not been destroyed. Unless the samskaras cease to exist, there will always be doubt and confusion. All efforts are directed to destroying doubt and confusion. To do so their roots must be cut. Their roots are the samskaras. These are rendered ineffective by practice as prescribed by the Guru.

The Guru leaves it to the seeker to do this much so that he might himself find out that there is no ignorance. Hearing the truth [sravana] is the first stage. If the understanding is not firm one has to practise reflection [manana] and uninterrupted contemplation [nididhyasana] on it. These two processes scorch the seeds of samskaras so that they are rendered ineffective.
Some extraordinary people get unshakable jnana after hearing the truth only once. These are the advanced seekers. Beginners take longer to gain it.

Question : How did ignorance (avidya] arise at all?
Ramana Maharshi : Ignorance never arose. It has no real being. That which is, is only vidya [knowledge].

Question : Why then do I not realize it?
Ramana Maharshi : Because of the samskaras. However, find out who does not realize and what he does not realize. Then it will be clear that there is no avidya.


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 01, 2012, 10:07:33 PM
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If you ponder it


If you ponder it,
     there is mindfulness, wisdom of mind;

If you ponder it,
     the whole of the universe is known;

If you ponder it,
     you will never face harm;

If you ponder it,
     you will never walk the way of death.

That name--
     so immaculately clear--
     only the mind that ponders it
                    can truly be aware.

 Guru Nanak

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 02, 2012, 10:37:27 AM
Dear Jewell,

What is 'mindfullness'? It is the mind fully absorbed in Atma. Then the mind becomes Atma.

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 02, 2012, 11:55:51 AM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir, Yes,it is a Self Abidance,Awareness.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 02, 2012, 06:39:35 PM
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The beauty of the heart


The beauty of the heart
is the lasting beauty:
its lips give to drink
of the water of life.

Truly it is the water,
that which pours,
and the one who drinks.

All three become one when
your talisman is shattered.

That oneness you can't know
by reasoning.

 Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 02, 2012, 06:49:09 PM
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Shall I tell you our secret?


Shall I tell you our secret?
We are charming thieves who steal hearts
and never fail because we are
the friends of the One.
The time for old preaching is over
we aim straight at the heart.
If the mind tries to sneak in and take over
we will string it up without delay.
We turn poison into medicine
and our sorrows into blessings.
All that was familiar,
our loved ones and ourselves,
we had to leave behind.

Blessed is the poem that comes through me
but not of me because the sound of my own music
will drown the song of Love.

 Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 02, 2012, 07:04:02 PM
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All are just as they are

pitiful are
people who do not know
nirvana and its eternal felicity!
how they grieve
at life, death, and mutability!

shaka, and amida too,
were originally human beings;
have i not also
the form of a man?

wonderful, indeed,
the lotus flower of the law!
however many ages may pass,
still that same colour.

the crescent moon
becomes full, and wanes,
and nothing is left;
but still, there in the dawn,
the crescent moon!

whenever we see them, all are
just as they are:
the willow is green,
the flower is red.

Ikkyu

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 02, 2012, 07:13:44 PM
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Come silently like the Moon


O, my love
Come silently in the middle of the night
As gliding moonlight

With your tender touch
Bring sweet dreams to my eyes

O, my love, never again
I will need to open the door,
Come quietly through the door of my heart
Be there forever in my sweet memory

Come as the fragrance of un-blossomed flowers
Swaying in the evening breeze
Sing out my name over and over again
Like love-stricken evening bird in the wilderness

Come as tear drops in my eyes
Whisper in my ears like soothing tune of flute
Come as my lost love
O my ever lost love
Be there as eternal pain in my heart.

 Nazrul Islam

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 02, 2012, 07:24:13 PM
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My Beloved One is Mine


I gave myself to Love Divine,
And lo! my lot so changed is
That my Beloved One is mine
And I at last am surely His.

When the sweet Huntsman from above
First wounded me and left me prone,
Into the very arms of Love
My stricken soul forthwith was thrown.
Since then my life's no more my own
And all my lot so changed
That my Beloved One is mine
And I at last am surely His.

Teresa of Avila

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 02, 2012, 07:38:43 PM
When Alexander the Great was coming to India he met one great man, Diogenes. In their dialogue there is one point which is relevant. Diogenes asked him, "What are you going to do after you have conquered the whole world?"

Alexander said, "After I have conquered the whole world, I am going to relax, just like you."

Diogenes was having a sunbath, naked. He lived naked, by the side of a river, and he was lying in the sand enjoying the morning sun and the cool breeze.

Diogenes laughed and he said, "If after conquering the whole world you are just going to relax like me, why not relax right now? Is conquering the whole world a precondition for relaxation? I have not conquered the whole world."

Alexander felt embarrassed because what he was saying was right. Then Diogenes said, "Why are you wasting your life in conquering the world -- only to relax, finally, just like me. This bank of the river is big enough, you can come, your friends can come. It is miles long and the forest is beautiful. And I don't possess anything. If you like the place where I am lying down, I can change!"

Alexander said, "Perhaps you are right, but first I have to conquer the world."

Diogenes said, "It is up to you. But remember one thing: have you ever thought that there is no other world? Once you have conquered this world, you will be in difficulty."

It is said that Alexander became immediately sad. He said, "I have never thought about it. It makes me feel very sad that I am so close to conquering the world ... and I am only thirty-three, and there is no other world to conquer."

Diogenes said, "But you were thinking to relax. If there was another world, I think first you would conquer that and then relax. You will never relax because you don't understand a simple thing about relaxation -- it's either now or never. If you understand it, lie down, throw these clothes in the river.

If you don't understand, forget about relaxation. And what is the point in conquering the world? What are you going to gain by it? Except losing your life, you are not going to gain anything."

Alexander said, "I would like to see you again when I come back. Right now I have to go, but I would have loved to sit and listen to you. I have always thought of meeting you -- I have heard so many stories about you. But I have never met such a beautiful and impressive man as you. Can I do anything for you? Just a word, a hint from you, and it will be done."

Diogenes said, "If you can just stand a little to the side, because you are preventing the sun. That will be enough gratitude -- and I will remain thankful for my whole life."

When Alexander was leaving him, Diogenes told him, "Remember one thing: you will never be able to come back home because your ambition is too great and life is too short. You will never be able to fulfill your ambitions, and you will never be able to come back home."

And actually it happened that Alexander never could reach back home. He died when he was returning from India, just on the way.

A fictitious story has been prevalent for these two thousand years. The story has some significance, and some historicity also about it, because on the same day Diogenes also died.

Both died on the same day, Alexander a few minutes before, and Diogenes a few minutes after him; hence the story has come into being ... When they were crossing the river that is the boundary of this world and the kingdom of God, Alexander was ahead of Diogenes, just a few feet ahead, and he heard a laughter from behind.

It seemed familiar and he could not believe it -- it was Diogenes. He was very much ashamed, because this time he was also naked. Just to hide his embarrassment, he told Diogenes, "It must be an unprecedented event that on this river a world conqueror, an emperor, is meeting a beggar" -- because Diogenes used to beg.

Diogenes again laughed and said, "You are perfectly right, but on just one point you are wrong." And Alexander asked, "What is the point?"

Diogenes said, "The emperor is not where you think he is, nor is the beggar where you think. The beggar is ahead of me. You have come losing everything; you are the beggar. I have come living each single moment with such totality and intensity, so rich, so fulfilled, that I can only be called an emperor, not a beggar."

This story seems to be fictitious, because how can one know what happened? But it seems to be significant. The moment you know that life and existence are fleeting phenomena ... it does not mean you have to renounce them; it simply means: before they fly away, squeeze the juice of every moment.

That's where I differ from all the enlightened people of the world. They will say, "Renounce them, because they are changing." And I will say, "Because they are changing, squeeze the juice quickly. Before they escape, taste them, drink them, rejoice in them. Before the moments go away, make them a celebration, a dance, a song."

Because they are fleeting, that does not mean you have to renounce them. It simply means that you should be very alert, so nothing can escape without being squeezed completely.

This world has to be lived as intensely and totally as possible, and it is not against your awareness. In fact, you will have to be very aware not to miss a single moment. So awareness and enjoying this life can grow together simultaneously. And this is my vision of the whole man.

Source: “The Great Zen Master Ta Hui” - Osho


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 02, 2012, 07:47:20 PM
Dear Jewell,

All saints and Jnanis of the world have expressed the same views.

See this Manikkavachagar's verse in Uyirunni Pathu, Verse 7 of Tiruvachakam:


 வேண்டேன்புகழ் வேண்டேன் செல்வம்
வேண்டேன் மண்ணும் விண்ணும்
வேண்டேன் பிறப் பிறப்புச்சிவம் வேண்டார் தமைநாளும்
தீண்டேன்சென்று சேர்ந்தேன்மன்னு திருப்பெருந்துறை இறைதாள்
பூண்டேன்புறம் போகேன் இனிப் புறம்போகலொட் டேனே. 512

I do not want eulogies from others. Nor do I want wealth.
Nor do I want the world and the space above,
I shall not even touch those who do not want Siva, who is birthless and deathless,
I shall be only with the Lord of 'Tiruperundurai, and I do not want to go outside.
I shall not leave Siva and avoid seeing anything outside.

Arunachala Siva.       
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 02, 2012, 07:51:09 PM
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When my Beloved appears


When my Beloved appears,
With what eye do I see Him?

With His eye, not with mine,
For none sees Him except Himself.

Muhyiddin Ibn 'Arabi

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 02, 2012, 07:55:55 PM
Dear Jewell,

kaNNukku kaNNai kaNNinRi kAN unai kANuvathu evar pAr
Arunachala Siva.  (AAMM)

Sri Bhagavan.

Arunachala Siva,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 02, 2012, 09:48:02 PM
Eye of the eye you are,and without eyes you see. Who can see you,O Arunachala! Yes,both poems speaking about the same. :) Thank You,dear Sir!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 03, 2012, 05:12:46 AM
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“A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction and at such a speed.
It feels an impulsion. this is the place to go now.
But the sky knows the reasons and patterns behind all clouds.
And you will know, too, when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons.”


Richard Bach

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
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Walking is Zen, sitting is Zen


Walking is Zen, sitting is Zen;
Speaking or silent, active or quiet, the essence is at peace.
Even facing the sword of death, our mind is unmoved;
Even drinking poison, our mind is quiet.

 Hsuan Chueh of Yung Chia / Yoka Genkaku

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 03, 2012, 05:46:44 AM
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“How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a weary world.”

William Shakespeare

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“Be inspired with the belief that life is a great and noble calling;
not a mean and groveling thing that we are to shuffle through as we can,
but an elevated and lofty destiny.”

William E. Gladstone

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“Serene will be our days, and bright and happy will our nature be,
when love is an unerring light, and joy its own security.”

William Wordsworth

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 03, 2012, 06:21:43 AM
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“True love is the most enduring of all of life's worldly possessions,
never tarnishing over time but ever to remain bright and brilliant in the light of love.”

Joseph P. Martino


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 03, 2012, 10:48:29 AM
Dear Jewell,

See this verse of Manikkavachagar about his expression of love:


மெய்தான் அரும்பி விதிர் விதிர்த்து உன் விரை ஆர் சுழற்கு என்
கைதான் தலை வைத்துக் கண்ணீர் ததும்பி வெதும்பி உள்ளம்
பொய்தான் தவிர்ந்து உன்னைப் போற்றி சய சய போற்றி என்னும்
கைதான் நெகிழ விடேன் உடையாய் என்னைக் கண்டு கொள்ளே. 5

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 03, 2012, 05:45:13 PM
My frame before Thy fragrant foot is quivering like all opening bud;-
My hands above my head I raise; while tears pour down, my melting soul,
The false renouncing,, praises Thee; with songs of triumph praises Thee,-
Nor suffer I adoring hand to rest;-O Master, look on me !

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Beautiful,dear Sri Subramanian sir! Thank You Very much!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 03, 2012, 06:15:05 PM
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And this I know: whether the one True Light


And this I know: whether the one True Light,
Kindle to Love, or Wrath -- consume me quite,
     One Glimpse of It within the Tavern caught
Better than in the Temple lost outright.

 Omar Khayyam

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 03, 2012, 06:27:44 PM
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Self-Abandonment


I sat drinking and did not notice the dusk,
Till falling petals filled the folds of my dress.
Drunken I rose and walked to the moonlit stream;
The birds were gone, and men also few.

 Li Po

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 03, 2012, 06:35:15 PM
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I celebrate myself, and sing myself
(from Song of Myself)


I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loaf and invite my soul,
I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, formed from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back awhile sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.

 Walt Whitman

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 03, 2012, 06:51:10 PM
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Who goes there? hankering, gross, mystical, nude


Who goes there? hankering, gross, mystical, nude;
How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat?
What is a man anyhow? what am I? what are you?
All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own,
Else it, were time lost listening to me.
I do not snivel that snivel the world over,
That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth.
Whimpering and truckling fold with powders for invalids, conformity goes to the fourth-removed,
I wear my hat as I please indoors or out.
Why should I pray? why should I venerated and be ceremonious?
Having pried through the strata, analyzed to a hair, counseled with doctors and calculated close,
I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.
In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barleycorn less,
And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.
I know I am solid and sound,
To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow,
All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means.
I know I am deathless,
I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass,
I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night.
I know I am august,
I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood,
I see that the elementary laws never apologize,
(I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my home by, after all.)
I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
And if each and all be aware I sit content.
One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself,
And whether I come to my own today or in ten thousand or ten million years,
I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.
My foothold is tenoned and mortised in granite,
I laugh at what you call dissolution,
And I know the amplitude of time.

Walt Whitman

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 03, 2012, 07:42:46 PM
Dear Jewell,

See this poem of Manikkavachagar in Neethal ViNNappam, Tiruvachakam, Verse 16;


என்னை அப்பா அஞ்சல் என்பவர் இன்றி நின்று எய்த்து அலைந்தேன்
மின்னை ஒப்பாய் விட்டிடுதி கண்டாய் உவமிக்கின் மெய்யே
உன்னை ஒப்பாய் மன்னும் உத்தரகோச மங்கைக்கு அரசே
அன்னை ஒப்பாய் எனக்கு அத்தன் ஒப்பாய் என் அரும் பொருளே. 120

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 03, 2012, 08:04:34 PM
I wandered weary, none to say 'Fear not !' Like lightning's flash
Behold, THOU HAST FORSAKEN ME ! Thou Truth beyond compare;
Great UTTARA-KOCA-MANGAI'S KING, that like Thyself abides:
Like Mother Thou, like Father Thou, my soul's most precious WEALTH !



Beautiful,dear sir! And see this. I love this verse alot!


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(தில்லையில் அருளியது - கலிவிருத்தம்)

ஞானவாள் ஏந்தும்ஐயர் நாதப் பறையறைமின்
மானமா ஏறும்ஐயர் பதிவெண் குடைகவிமின்
ஆனநீற் றுக்கவசம் அடையப் புகுமின்கள்
வானவூர் கொள்வோம்நாம் மாயப்படை வாராமே. 615

Strike the sounding drum of the Guru, Wielder of wisdom's sword;
Spread the white canopy over the Guru, Who mounts the charger of heaven;
Enter and take to you armour of ashes, fragrant, divine;
Possess we the heavenly fortress, where hosts of illusion come not !

தொண்டர்காள் தூசிசெல்லீர் பக்தர்காள் சூழப்போகீர்
ஒண்திறல் யோகிகளே பேரணி உந்தீர்கள்
திண்திறல் சித்தர்களே கடைக்கூழை செல்மின்கள்
அண்டர்நா டாள்வோம் நாம் அல்லற்படை வாராமே. 616

Servants of His,- march on in the van; ye Devout ones,- move on the flanks;
Ye Sages of power illustrious,- come fill up the swelling ranks;
Ye Mystics of strength unfailing,- advance and close up the rear:
We shall rule the heavenly land, no hosts of evil for ever to fear !

திருச்சிற்றம்பலம்

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 04, 2012, 09:21:50 AM
Dear Jewell,

Nice. These two verses appear under Tirupadai Ezhucchi, the Rise of the Holy Army, in Tiruvachakam.

The second verse speaks of four types of Siva devotees.  The first is thoNdargaL, the servitors. Those who do service
in Siva temples, like cleaning the precincts, plucking flowers, bringing pure water from the well or tank for the oblations.
The second is bhkatargaL, the devotees,  those who sing praise of Siva inside the sanctum. The third is YogigaL, the Yogis,
who constantly contemplate on Siva Raja Yogam. The fourth is Siddhargal, the Siddhas, who have attained sivajnanam,
but remain inside the temples to steadily abide in it.

The poet says that all these four would march as a holy army and attain Siva Lokam, the Abode of Siva.

Arunachala Siva.   
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 04, 2012, 09:33:14 AM
Dear  Jewell,


என்னை அப்பா அஞ்சல் என்பவர் இன்றி நின்று எய்த்து அலைந்தேன்
மின்னை ஒப்பாய் விட்டிடுதி கண்டாய் உவமிக்கின் மெய்யே
உன்னை ஒப்பாய் மன்னும் உத்தரகோச மங்கைக்கு அரசே
அன்னை ஒப்பாய் எனக்கு அத்தன் ஒப்பாய் என் அரும் பொருளே. 120

This verse which I posted yesterday, and was posted by you today, appears in Neethal ViNNappam, verse 16 in Tiruvachakam.

The entire 50 verses of Neethal ViNNappam, are said to have been written by Manikkavachagar in Uttara Kosa Mangai, a town
near Ramanathapuram, on the southern tip of Tamizh Nadu.  The saint has special love for Uttarakosa Mangai and Tiruperundurai.
The first temple is mentioned throughout in Neethal ViNNappam and also in many verses in Tirup PoNNoosal.

Tiruperundurai, of course is often mentioned in Tiruvachakam, in many verses in many decads.

In Siva Raja Yogam, Uttara Kosa Mangai refers to Mother on the crown to which kundalini rises. Uttara = North; also top.
It is in the top of spinal cord  Kosa = one of the five sheaths, here the spinal cord. Mangai means a lady or Mother Devi.

Arunachala Siva.         
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 04, 2012, 08:20:32 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

How interesting! I dint know all that,and it is truly great to know all this. The meaning behind these poems is indeed mystical and profound. And,there is always some deep insight,which goes in more then just one way,how to say.

Thank You Very much for information on Manikkavachagar too!! And,one more thing which i must to add,it is also very interesting how You chose which verse to put,and when sir.  :)

Thank You!!

With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 04, 2012, 08:27:43 PM
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The Word of The Silence


A bare impersonal hush is now my mind,
A world of sight clear and inimitable,
A volume of silence by a Godhead signed,
A greatness pure, virgin of will.

Once on its pages Ignorance could write
In a scribble of intellect the blind guess of Time
And cast gleam-messages of ephemeral light,
A food for souls that wander on Nature's rim.

But now I listen to a greater Word
Born from the mute unseen omniscient Ray:
The Voice that only Silence's ear has heard
Leaps missioned from an eternal glory of Day.

All turns from a wideness and unbroken peace
To a tumult of joy in a sea of wide release.

Aurobindo

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 04, 2012, 08:40:20 PM
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Remove duality and do away with all disputes


Remove duality and do away with all disputes;
The Hindus and Muslims are not other than He.
Deem everyone virtuous, there are no thieves.
For, within every body He himself resides.
How the Trickster has put on a mask!

Bulleh Shah

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 04, 2012, 08:56:18 PM
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Monkey on monkeyman's stick


Monkey on monkeyman's stick
     puppet at the end of a string

I've played as you've played
I've spoken as you've told me
I've been as you let me be

     O engineer of the world
     lord white as jasmine

     I've run
     till you cried halt.

Akka Mahadevi

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 04, 2012, 09:03:26 PM
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In the Quiet Night


The floor before my bed is bright:
Moonlight - like hoarfrost - in my room.
I lift my head and watch the moon.
I drop my head and think of home.

Li Po

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 04, 2012, 09:59:25 PM
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Fluent


I would love to live
Like a river flows,
Carried by the surprise
Of its own unfolding.

 John O'Donohue

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 06, 2012, 02:08:06 AM
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These are really the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me
(from Song of Myself)


These are really the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me,
If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing, or next to nothing,
If they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they are nothing,
If they are not just as close as they are distant they are nothing.
This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is,
This is the common air that bathes the globe.

Walt Whitman

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 06, 2012, 02:47:09 AM
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Bulleh! to me, I am not known


Not a believer inside the mosque, am I
Nor a pagan disciple of false rites
Not the pure amongst the impure
Neither Moses, nor the Pharaoh

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

Not in the holy Vedas, am I
Nor in opium, neither in wine
Not in the drunkard`s intoxicated craze
Niether awake, nor in a sleeping daze

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

In happiness nor in sorrow, am I
Neither clean, nor a filthy mire
Not from water, nor from earth
Neither fire, nor from air, is my birth

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

Not an Arab, nor Lahori
Neither Hindi, nor Nagauri
Hindu, Turk, nor Peshawari
Nor do I live in Nadaun

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

Secrets of religion, I have not known
From Adam and Eve, I am not born
I am not the name I assume
Not in stillness, nor on the move

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

I am the first, I am the last
None other, have I ever known
I am the wisest of them all
Bulleh! do I stand alone?

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

 Bulleh Shah

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 06, 2012, 03:20:49 AM
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Seeker of truth


Seeker of truth

follow no path
all paths lead where

truth is here

 e. e. cummings

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 06, 2012, 04:11:14 AM
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May my heart always be open to little


may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile

 e. e. cummings

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 06, 2012, 04:42:32 AM
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To return to the sky of our native place?


since the journey of life
is little but grief and pain,
why should we be so reluctant
to return to the sky of our native place?

to write something and leave it behind us,
it is but a dream.
when we awake we know
there is not even anyone to read it.

though we do not preach the doctrine,
unasked the flowers bloom in spring;
they fall and scatter,
they turn to dust.

we are born, we die.
all are the same,
shakamuni, daruma,
the cat and the ladle.

to harden into a buddha is wrong;
all the more i think so
when i look at a stone buddha.

Ikkyu

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 06, 2012, 12:03:36 PM
Dear Jewell,

Merging in sky or Pure Space or Guru's Feet or Sivapuram -- means only liberation. Manikkavachagar being a Saivite
says that they should all go to Sivapuram. For that they should dispense with anger and desire.   

விடுமின் வெகுளி வேட்கைநோய் மிகவோர் காலம் இனியில்லை
உடையான் அடிக்கீழ்ப் பெருஞ்சாத்தோடு உடன்போ வதற்கே ஒருப் படுமின்
அடைவோம் நாம்போய்ச் சிவபுரத்துள் அணியார் கதவ தடையாமே
புடைபட்டுருகிப் போற்றுவோம் புயங்கள் ஆள்வான் புகழ்களையே. 609


Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 06, 2012, 10:58:46 PM
Free ye your souls from pains of wrath and lust;
henceforth the time shall not be long drawn out !
Beneath our Master's feet with glad acclaim
that we in one may go, in one combine !
Even we in Civan's town shall refuge find,
whose flo'r-wreathed gates to us shall not be closed !
There entered we in ecstasy shall sing
the glories only of BHUYANGAN-KING !

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Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

Beautiful! I like rest of this verse very much too.

Thank You Very much!




புகழ்மின் தொழுமின் பூப்புனைமின் புயங்கன் தானே புந்திவைத்திட்டு
இகழ்மின் எல்லா அல்லலையும் இனியோர் இடையூ றடையாமே
திகழுஞ் சீரார் சிவபுரத்துச் சென்று சிவன்தாள் வணங்கிநாம்
நிகழும் அடியார் முன்சென்று நெஞ்சம் உருகி நிற்போமே. 610

Praise ye ! Adore ! Bring beauteous flowers !
BHUYANGAN'S foot plant ye within your souls !
Despise adversities of every form !
Henceforth no hindrance bars your happy way
To Civan's town, that filled with glory shines
To Civan's foot go we to worship there !
Before the saints that there abide we'll move,
and stand in soul-dissolving rapture there !

நிற்பார் நிற்கநில் லாவுலகில் நில்லோம் இனிநாம் செல்வோமே
பொற்பால் ஒப்பாந் திருமேனிப் புயங்கன் ஆவான் பொன்னடிக்கே
நிற்பீர் எல்லாந் தாழாதே நிற்கும் பரிசே ஒருப்படுமின்
பிற்பால் நின்று பேழ்கணித்தாற் பெறுதற் கரியன் பெருமானே. 611

Let those that bide abide,- abide not we
in world that not abides. Straight pass we on
Unto the foot of our BHUYANGAN-KING,
Whose sacred form is milk with golden hue !
All ye that loitering stand delay not now !
Gather in one to march, wherever ye stand !
Unto the Mighty One access henceforth
is hard to gain, if ye should loiter now !

பெருமான் பேரானந்ததுப் பிரியா திருக்கப் பெற்றீர்காள்
அருமா லுற்றிப் பின்னைநீர் அம்மா அழுங்கி அரற்றாதே
திருமா மணிசேர் திருக்கதவங் திறந்தபோதே சிவபுரத்துச்
திருமா லறியாத் திருப்புயங்கன் திருத்தாள் சென்று சேர்வோமே. 612

Ye, with the Lord, in rapture infinite
conjoined for ever, who have gained to dwell !
In strong illusion henceforth sink not ye,
in sooth; nor utter senseless words profane !
The sacred door where dwells the priceless Gem,
is opening even now. To Civan's town
Come, move we on, to reach the sacred foot
of BHUYANGAN, to Mal divine unknown !

சேரக் கருகிச் சிந்தனையைத் திருந்த வைத்துச் சிந்திமின்
போரிற் பொலியும் வேற்கண்ணாள் பங்கன் புயங்கன் அருளமுதம்
ஆரப் பருகி ஆராத ஆர்வங்கூர அழுந்துவீர்
போரப் புரிமின் சிவன்கழற்கே பொய்யிற் கிடந்து புரளாதே. 613

Ah, think how ye may reach the goal ! Your thoughts
correct, and duly chasten'd, ponder this !
Ye, who are sinking now in love's excess,-
enjoying, never sated, the ambrosial grace
Of BHUYANGAN, the Spouse of Her, whose eyes.
are like the gleaming spear that warrior wields,-
Joy ye to go to Civan's jewell'd foot,
nor wallowing lie ye here in falsehood's mire !

புரள்வார் தொழுவார் புகழ்வாராய் இன்றே வந்தான் ஆகாதீர்
மருள்வீர் பின்னை மதிப்பாரார் மதியுட் கலங்கி மயங்குவீர்
தெருள்வீராகில் இதுசெய்ம்மின் சிவலோ கக்கோன் திருப்புயங்கன்
அருளார் பெறுவார் அகலிடத்தே அந்தோ அந்தோ அந்தோவே. 614

Will ye not come this day, and be His own,
and prostrate fall, and worship, and adore?
Those lost in wilderment, who would esteem?
Ye who bewildered and confounded stand,
If ye would perfect clearness gain, this do !
Ye who would gain in this wide realm the grace
Of sacred BHUYANGAN, of Civa-world
the King ! Ah, haste ye, haste ye, haste ye on !

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 06, 2012, 11:10:17 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

Here is one verse which i find so sweet and beautiful.



கண்களிரண்டும் அவன்கழல் கண்டு களிப்பன ஆகாதே
காரிகை யார்கள்தம் வாழ்விலென் வாழ்வு கடைப்படும் ஆகாதே
மண்களில் வந்து பிறந்திடு மாறி மறந்திடும் ஆகாதே
மாலறி யாமலர்ப் பாதம் இரண்டும் வணங்குதும் ஆகாதே
பண்களி கூர்தரு பாடலொ டாடல் பயின்றிடும் ஆகாதே
பாண்டிநன்னாடுடை யான்படை யாட்சிகள் பாடுதும் ஆகாதே
விண்களி கூர்வதோர் வேதகம் வந்துவெளிப்படும் ஆகாதே
மீன்வலை வீசிய கானவன் வந்து வெளிப்படும் ஆயிடிலே. 635

Eyes the twain His jewell'd Feet beholding shall be glad;- SHALL IT NOT BE?
Joy amid joys of damsels beautiful shall cease to lure;- SHALL IT NOT BE?
The round of birth in earthly worlds shall in oblivion pass; -SHALL IT NOT BE?
Twin flowery Feet that Mal knew not adoring shall we bow; -SHALL IT NOT BE?
To sing with gladsome melody, and dance our endless task; -SHALL IT NOT BE?
The warriors of the fair Pandi-land's Lord we shall sing; -SHALL IT NOT BE?
The mystic change for which the heavens are glad will come; -SHALL IT NOT BE?
If He who cast the net-the Woodman,- come, in grace made manifest to me?

ஒன்றினொ டொன்றுமோ ரைந்தினொ டைந்தும் உயிர்ப்பது மாகாதே
கன்றை நினைந்தெழு தாயென வந்த கணக்கது வாகாதே
காரணமாகும் அனாதி குணங்கள் கருத்தறு மாகாதே
நன்றிது தீதென வந்த நடுக்கம் நடந்தன வாகாதே
நாமுமெ லாமடி யாருட னேசெல நண்ணினு மாகாதே
என்றுமென் அன்பு நிறைந்த பராவமு தெய்துவ தாகாதே
ஏறுடை யான்எனை ஆளுடை நாயகன் என்னுள் புகுந்திடிலே. 636

One with one, and five with five,- the life shall last; -SHALL IT NOT BE?
Thy servants' servants' servants made, we shall be free; -SHALL IT NOT BE?
The Mother thinks on her young, and rising hastes; so shall He come; -SHALL IT NOT BE?
The casual qualities that no beginning own shall fill the thought; -SHALL IT NOT BE?
At 'this is good,' and 'this is ill,' no more shall trembling shake; -SHALL IT NOT BE?
We too to join Thy saints above shall onward pass; -SHALL IT NOT BE?
The Ambrosia supreme that fills my loving thought we then shall gain; -SHALL IT NOT BE?
If the bull's Lord, my Master, Whose I am, within my soul shall entering come?

பந்த விகார குணங்கள் பறிந்து மறிந்திடு மாகாதே
பாவனை யாய கருத்தினில் வந்த பராவமு தாகாதே
அந்த மிலாத அகண்டமும் நம்முள் அகப்படு மாகாதே
ஆதி முதற்பா மாய பரஞ்சுடர் அண்ணுவ தாகாதே
செந்துவர் வாய்மட வாரிட ரானவை சிந்திடு மாகாதே
சேலன கண்கள் அவன்திரு மேனி திளைப்பன வாகாதே
இந்திர ஞால இடர்ப்பிற வித்துய ரேகுவ தாகாதே
என்னுடைய நாயக னாகியஈசன் எதிர்ப்படு மாயிடிலே. 637

Bonds, changes, qualities, all loos'd and cast aside shall fall away; -SHALL IT NOT BE?
Within my mind, erewhile with fancies fill'd Ambrosia supreme shall flow; -SHALL IT NOT BE?
The Endless, Indivisible shall in us dwell; -SHALL IT NOT BE?
The heavenly Light, from endless days supreme shall then appear; -SHALL IT NOT BE?
The pains from silly ones with crimson lips shall be dispell'd; -SHALL IT NOT BE?
The sparkling eyes His sacred form shall then embrace; -SHALL IT NOT BE?
Sorrow of grief-ful birth, that from illusions springs, shall all depart; -SHALL IT NOT BE?
If I can, my own loving Lord, in presence meet me here?

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 06, 2012, 11:17:53 PM
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I carry your heart with me


I carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)
i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)
i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

 e. e. cummings

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 06, 2012, 11:45:25 PM
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Roll the Dharma thunder
(from The Song of Enlightenment)


Roll the Dharma thunder,
Beat the Dharma drum.
Clouds of kindness gather. Sweet dew is dispersed;
Dragons and elephants tread upon it, moistening everything.
The Three Vehicles and five natures are all roused awake.
The Himalaya Pinodhni grass is unalloyed indeed;
Pure ghee produced from it I have often partaken of.
The nature completely pervades all natures.
The dharma everywhere contains all dharmas.
One moon universally appears in all waters.
The moons in all waters are by one moon gathered in.

 Hsuan Chueh of Yung Chia / Yoka Genkaku

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 07, 2012, 12:45:43 AM
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Love


O nectar! O delicious stream!
O ravishing and only pleasure! Where
     Shall such another theme
Inspire my tongue with joys or please mine ear!
     Abridgement of delights!
     And Queen of sights!
O mine of rarities! O Kingdom wide!
O more! O cause of all! O glorious Bride!
     O God! O Bride of God! O King!
     O soul and crown of everything!

     Did not I covet to behold
Some endless monarch, that did always live
     In palaces of gold,
Willing all kingdoms, realms, and crowns to give
     Unto my soul! Whose love
     A spring might prove
Of endless glories, honours, friendships, pleasures,
Joys, praises, beauties and celestial treasures!
     Lo, now I see there's such a King.
     The fountain-head of everything!

     Did my ambition ever dream
Of such a Lord, of such a love! Did I
     Expect so sweet a stream
As this at any time! Could any eye
     Believe it? Why all power
     Is used here;
Joys down from Heaven on my head do shower,
And Jove beyond the fiction doth appear
     Once more in golden rain to come

     To Danae's pleasing fruitful womb.
     His Ganymede! His life! His joy!
Or He comes down to me, or takes me up
     That I might be His boy,
And fill, and taste, and give, and drink the cup.
     But those (tho' great) are all
     Too short and small,
Too weak and feeble pictures to express
The true mysterious depths of Blessedness.
     I am His image, and His friend,
     His son, bride, glory, temple, end.

 Thomas Traherne

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 07, 2012, 01:35:22 AM
This is one Serbian song.


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The Fire is burning


It is burning,still now,near us
The fire of love which we ignited
The flame is growing,and shining with it
The day is near,when we will say yes

The fire is burning,now within
The fire is burning full of flame
Is it dreaming?
Or it is truly so beautiful,
Or my beloved, i am in love with you,madly,blind?
Oh,come now,come now,
Say yes.

The song is singing my favorite singer.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=TbZEPWgI0Lk (http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=TbZEPWgI0Lk)

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 07, 2012, 07:38:43 PM
Dear Jewell,

See this Manikkavachagar's verse in Kovil Tirupadigam, Verse 9

இரந்திரந் துருக என்மனத் துள்ளே
ஏகின்ற சோதியே இமையோர்
சிரந்தனிற் பொலியுங் கமலச்சே வடியாய்
திருப்பெருந்துறையுறை சிவனே
நிரந்தஆகாயம் நீர்நிலம் தீகால்
ஆயவை அல்லையாய் ஆங்கே
கரந்ததோர் உருவே களித்தனன் உன்னைக்
கண்ணுறங் கண்டுகொண்டின்றே. 393

Arunachala Siva.
 
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 07, 2012, 10:32:18 PM
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That I may ever ASK and melt, within my mind,
O Light, Thou dost arise! In beauty shines
On heavenly heads the lotus of Thy roseate feet!
Civan, who dwellest in Perun-turrai's shrine!
The boundless ether, water, earth, fire, air;- all these
Thou art; and none of these Thou art; but dwellest
In these concealed, O formless One! My heart is glad
that with these eves THIS DAY I've seen Thee clear!

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Sooo sweet and beautiful! Truly thouching words,and one of the most beautiful verses!
Thank You Very much,dear Sri Subramanian sir!




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இன்றெனக் கருளி இருள்கடிந்துள்ளக்
தெழுகின்ற ஞாயிறே போன்று
நின்றநின் தன்மை நினைப்பற நினைந்தேன்
நீயலால் பிறிது மற்றின்மை
சென்றுசென்றுணுவாய்த் தேய்ந்துதேய்ந்தொன்றாம்
திருப்பெருந்துறையுறை சிவனே
ஒன்றும் நீயல்லை அன்றியொன் றில்லை
யாருன்னை அறியகிற்பாரே. 394

THIS DAY on me in grace Thou risest bright, a Sun,
bidding from out my mind the darkness flee!
That thought may cease upon Thy nature manifest,
I think. Beside Thee all that is is nought,-
Moving ever,- as atoms ever wasting,- Thou art One!
Civan, Who dwellest in Perun-turrrai's shrine!
Thou art not anything; without Thee nothing is;
who are they that can know Thee as Thou art?

பார்பதம் அண்டம் அனைத்துமாய் முளைத்துப்
பரந்ததோர் படரொளிப் பரப்பே
நீருறு தீயே நினைவதேல் அரிய
நின்மலா நின்னருள் வெள்ளச்
சீருறு சிந்தை எழுந்ததோர் தேனே
திருப்பெருந்துறையுறை சிவனே
ஆருற வெனக்கிய காரய லுள்ளார்
ஆனந்தம் ஆக்குமென் சோதி. 395

Expanse of light, that everywhere through every world,
o'er earth and heaven springs forth and spread alone !
Thou Fire in water hid! O Pure One, if of Thee
we think, Thou'rt hard to reach. Fountain of grace,
Upsprining in the thought devout, as honey sweet!
Civan, in Perun-turrai's sacred shrine
Who dwellest,- who are my kindered here, and strangers who?
my LIGHT. Thou changest all to rapturous joy!

சோதியாய்த் தோன்றும் உருவமே அருவாம்
ஒருவனே சொல்லுதற் கரிய
ஆதியே நடுவே அந்தமே பந்தம்
அறுக்கும் ஆனந்தமா கடலே
தீதிலா நன்மைத் திருவருட்குன்றே
திருப்பெருந்துறையுறை சிவனே
யாதுநீ போவதோர் வகையெனக்கருளாய்
வந்துநின் இணையடி தந்தே. 396

O Form, beheld in radiant LIGHT made manifest;
Thou only Mystic Ones Who wearest no form;
Thou First! Thou Midst! Thou Last! Great Sea of rapturous joy!
Thou that dost loose our being's bonds!
Thou sacred Hill of grace and good, from evil free!
Civan in sacred Perun-turrai's shrine
Who dwellest! There is no way for Thee to part from me!
Come, GIVE to me worship at Thy feet!

தந்ததுன் தன்னைக் கொண்டதென் றன்னைச்
சங்கரா ஆர்கொலோ சதுரர்
அந்தமொன் றில்லா ஆனந்தம் பெற்றேன்
யாதுநீ பெற்றதொன் றென்பால்
சிந்தையே கோயில் கொண்ட எம்பெருமான்
திருப்பெருந்துறையுறை சிவனே
எந்தையே ஈசா உடலிடங் கொண்டாய்
யான் இதற் கிலன்ஓர்கைம் மாறே. 397

What Thou hast GIVEN is THEE; and what hast gained is ME:
O Cankara, who is the knowing one?
I have obtained the rapturous bliss that knows no end;
yet now, what one thing hast Thou gained from me?
Our Peruman, Who for Thy shrine hast taken my thought!
Civan, Who dwellest in Perun-turrai's courts!
My Father, and my Master! Thou hast made this frame
Thine home; for this I know no meet return!

திருச்சிற்றம்பலம்

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 07, 2012, 10:39:43 PM
The Game of Chess


If a rosebush starts trying to become a rosebush, it will go mad. It is ALREADY the rosebush. You may have forgotten. Zen says you are in a state of slumber, you have forgotten who you are, that’s all. Nothing has to be done, just a remembrance. That’s what Nanak calls SURATI, Kabir calls SURATI – just a remembrance. You have only to REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE! NOW SIT DOWN AND LISTEN

So Zen teaches not by words, not by scriptures, not by theories, but by direct pointing, by engaging us in a game in which the only answer is a new level of consciousness. Listen to this story and you will understand how Zen creates situations. Zen is very psychological. The problem is psychological – you have simply forgotten; it is not that you have gone anywhere. You have fallen asleep. Zen functions as an alarm. It hits you, hits at the heart, makes you awake.

Listen to this beautiful parable:

A young man, who had a bitter disappointment in life, went to a remote monastery and said to the Master, ”I am disillusioned with life and wish to attain enlightenment to be freed from these sufferings. But I have no capacity for sticking long at anything. I could never do long years of meditation and study and austerity. I would relapse and be drawn back to the world again, painful though I know it to be. Is there any short way for people like me?”

”There is,” said the Master, ”if you are really determined. Tell me, what have you studied? What have you concentrated on most in your life?”

”Why, nothing really. We were rich and I did not have to work. I suppose the thing I was really interested in was chess; I spent most of my time at that.”

The Master thought for a moment and then said to his attendant, ”Call such-and-such a monk, and tell him to bring a chess board and men.”

But the attendant said, ”Sir, that monk does not know how to play chess.”

The Master said, ”Don’t be worried. You simply call him.”

The monk came with the board and the Master set up the men. He sent for a sword and showed it to the two. ”Oh monk,” he said, ”you have vowed obedience to me as your Master, and now I require it of you. You will play a game of chess with this youth, and if you lose I shall cut off your head with this sword.”

And the man does not know much about chess. Maybe he can recognize the chessboard, or maybe he has played once or twice when he was young. But to put this man against this young, rich man, who has never done anything but play chess, is simply a death warrant. And then the Master says, ”You have surrendered to me, and you have told me I can do anything I want with your life or with your death. Now the moment has come. If you lose I shall cut off your head with this sword.”

And a naked sword is there in the hands of the Master, and he is standing just close by. ”But I promise that if you die by my hand, you will be born in paradise. If you win, I shall cut off the head of this man. Chess is the only thing he has ever tried hard at, and if he loses he deserves to lose his head also.” They looked at the Master’s face and saw that he meant it: he would cut off the head of the loser.

They began to play. With the opening moves the youth felt the sweat trickling down to his heels as he played for his life. The chessboard became the whole world; he was entirely concentrated on it. At first he had somewhat the worst of it, but then the other made an inferior move and he seized his chance to launch a strong attack. As his opponent’s position crumbled, he looked covertly at him. He saw a face of intelligence and sincerity, worn with years of austerity and effort.

The other was a beggar – a BHIKKHU – his eyes were silent and calm. He was not disturbed even by the idea of death. He was playing because of the Master’s request, and he had surrendered himself so there was no problem in it. Even if paradise were not promised, then too, he would have to follow. He was playing calm and quiet. His eyes were very silent and very intelligent – and the young man is winning! and the monk’s moves are going all wrong! The young man looked at the monk – the grace, the austerity, the beauty, the silence, the intelligence.

He thought of his own worthless life, and a wave of compassion came over him. He decided: ”To let this man die is unnecessary. If I die, nothing is lost to the earth. I am a stupid man, I have wasted my life, I have nothing. This man has worked hard, disciplined his life, has lived a life of austerity, a life of meditation and prayer. If he is killed that will be a loss.” Great compassion arose in him. He deliberately made a blunder and then another blunder, ruining his position and leaving himself defenseless.

The Master suddenly leant forward and upset the board. The two contestants sat stupefied. ”There is no winner and no loser,” said the Master slowly. ”There is no need to fall here. Only two things are required, ” and he turned to the young man, ”complete concentration and compassion. You have today learned them both. You were completely concentrated on the game, but then in that concentration you could feel compassion and sacrifice your life for it. Now, stay here a few months and pursue our training in this spirit and your enlightenment is sure. He did so and got it.

A tremendously beautiful story. The Master created a situation and showed the whole path. This is DIRECT – showing the path. He showed all that can be shown! There are only two things – meditation and compassion. Meditation means being utterly absorbed into something, totally absorbed into something, completely lost. If you are dancing and only the dance remains and the dancer is forgotten, then it is meditation. If you are gambling and only gambling remains and the gambler disappears, then it is meditation. It can be any activity.

Meditation is not averse to any activity. Meditation requires only one thing: be absorbed in it totally, whatsoever it is. If you are a thief and you are going to steal, and while stealing if you get absorbed utterly and totally, it is meditation. Who you are, what you do, does not matter! For Zen all that matters is totality, utter concentration, absorbed, lost, drunk into it. So much so that you are not standing behind aloof. This is the fundamental – meditation. And then a natural outflow of it, a natural by-product – compassion.

Compassion cannot be practiced. It comes as a shadow to meditation. Now, this is the whole Buddha dharma, this is ALL. And this Master, whose name is not known, must have been a great deviser. Through the game of chess he expressed the whole Buddha dharma. He expressed all the fundamentals, all that is needed. No more is needed. This is enough for your whole journey. Means and ends – all are included in this small situation.

Source: " Zen: The Path of Paradox, Vol 3 " - Osho
 


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Ravi.N on December 07, 2012, 10:59:37 PM
Jewell,
Beautiful story by Sri Rajneesh.It recalls to my mind the story of Bahubali.Here it is:

Bahubali's elder brother, Bharata, was envious of his wealth, grandeur, strength and success. His desire was for all of Bahubali's kingdom and wealth, and thus, Bharat decided to attack the lands Bahubali ruled. Fearing that the war would destroy both the kingdoms, as well as thousands of innocent soldiers, the ministers of both sides began negotiations. After much thinking, it was decided that a personal contest between the two brothers would be a better option than war. The brothers were required to enter three traditional forms of martial contest: drishti yuddha, jala yuddha, and malla yuddha.
 
The last battle was to be fought by hitting heads with fists. Bharat had the first shot, because he was older than Bahubali, which knocked Bahubali nearly to the ground. Then, it was Bahubali's turn. Bahubali's name means 'Bahu' - Arm, and 'Bali' - Strength, he was known for the immense strength of his arm. Everybody knew and worried, that if Bahubali's blows struck Bharat, Bharat would probably die. This contest could have been easily won by Bahubali striking Bharat. But as Bahubali raised his arm to land a blow, he paused, realizing that fighting his elder brother for land, wealth, and power was neither sane nor righteous. Indeed, it would have been a grievous moral failure for a son of a Tirthankara.
 
As a rule for a Kshatriya, once he has taken action, it is not possible for him to withdraw or retreat. So, instead of landing a blow on his older brother with his raised arm, he simply changed direction, pulling out his own hair with the same hand, thus avoiding striking Bharat. With this, he put aside all of his possessions, and became a solitary renunciant. Learning from this example, Bharat came to understand the folly of his greed for land, money, and power forgiving his younger brother. Bharat continued to ruled for some time, until eventually joining Lord Rishabdev as a solitary renunciant.
 
Meditation
 
The fight with his brother troubled Bahubali, so after much contemplation, he decided to give up his kingdom and take up the ascetic life. He took to meditation with a thirst for truth, but - it was for ego that he took to meditation on his own. Among monks who accept monastic vows, one must bow to all others who have accepted previously regardless of age. Bahubali knew that if he went to Lord Rishabdev (Aadinath) for permission to take monastic vows, he would have to bow down to all his 98 younger brothers, who had renounced before him. Bahubali began meditating with great resolve to attain supreme knowledge, but did not succeed because of his ego, which stopped him from visiting his father's court, did not allow him to attain this Keval Jnana.
 
However, Bahubali was adamant. He continued his practice unmindful of the vines, ants, and dust which enveloped his body. Concerned, his sisters Brhami and Sundari asked Tirthankar Adinath about their worldly brother Bahubali. Tirthankar Adinath said that, although just moments away from enlightenment, Bahubali could not achieve it because he didn't realise that he was standing on 'the elephant' - Ego. Now understanding his folly, the sisters approached him and said 'O more bhai, ave to gaj ti utro' (O my dear brother, at least now get down from the elephant). This saying from the sisters led Bahubali to question "Am I really standing on any kind of elephant?". From this question he soon realised that the elephant he was standing upon was his pride and ego. As Bahubali realised his mistake, shedding his pride and ego, truth and enlightenment dawned upon him.Blessed with the knowledge of Truth, Bahubali went to see his father who welcomed him. Bahubali began teaching and showing people the right path.
 
Bahubali is a major figure in Jain hagiography. His story exemplifies the inner strength of Indian culture. He won everything from his brother and could have become an emperor, but he returned everything to the brother. Bahubali is considered the ideal of the man who conquers selfishness, jealousy, pride and anger.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bahubali (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bahubali)
Namaskar.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 07, 2012, 11:02:07 PM
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Lute


My lute set aside
          on the little table
lazily I meditate
          on cherishing feelings
the reason I don't bother
          to strum and pluck?
there's a breeze over the strings
          and it plays itself

 Po Chu-i

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 07, 2012, 11:18:01 PM
Dear Sri Ravi,

Thank You for Beautiful story! Yes,Selfishness, jealousy, pride and anger,are exact qualities that hamper man's progress toward realisation and keep him traped in endless circle. Specialy if he is not aware of them. Or aware of them,but loves the same.



Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 07, 2012, 11:27:42 PM
Dear Sri Ravi,

I wish to thank You for the link too! And all other links You have give me. They were truly helpful!

Thank You!

With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 07, 2012, 11:52:50 PM
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The Song of Beren and Lúthien



The leaves were long, the grass was green,
     The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
     Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinúviel was dancing there
     To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
     And in her raiment glimmering.

There Beren came from mountains cold,
     And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled.
     He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
     And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
     And her hair like shadow following.

Enchantment healed his weary feet
     That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
     And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
     She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
     In the silent forest listening.

He heard there oft the flying sound
     Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
     In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
     And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beechen leaves
     In the wintry woodland wavering.

He sought her ever, wandering far
     Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
     In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
     As on a hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
     A mist of silver quivering.

When winter passed, she came again,
     And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
     And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
     About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
     Upon the grass untroubling.

Again she fled, but swift he came.
     Tinúviel! Tinúviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
     And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
     His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinúviel
     That in his arms lay glistening.

As Beren looked into her eyes
     Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
     He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinúviel the elven-fair,
     Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
     And arms like silver glimmering.

Long was the way that fate them bore,
     Over stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
     And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
     And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
     In the forest singing sorrowless.

 J. R. R. Tolkien

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 08, 2012, 12:10:22 AM
Q:What is the nature of the Self?

Bhagavan Ramana Maharshi:
What exists in truth is the Self alone. The world, the individual soul, and God are appearances in it.
like silver in mother-of-pearl, these three appear at the same time, and disappear at the same time.
The Self is that where there is absolutely no "I" thought. That is called "Silence".
The Self itself is the world; the Self itself is "I"; the Self itself is God; all is Siva, the Self.

Q: Is not everything the work of God?

Bhagavan Ramana Maharshi:
Without desire, resolve, or effort, the sun rises; and in its mere presence, the sun-stone emits fire, the lotus blooms,
water evaporates; people perform their various functions and then rest.
Just as in the presence of the magnet the needle moves, it is by virtue of the mere presence of God that the souls governed by the three (cosmic) functions
or the fivefold divine activity perform their actions and then rest, in accordance with their respective karmas.
God has no resolve; no karma attaches itself to Him.
That is like worldly actions not affecting the sun, or like the merits and demerits of the other four elements not affecting all pervading space.


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 08, 2012, 12:20:09 AM
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Me from Myself -- to banish


Me from Myself -- to banish --
Had I Art --
Impregnable my Fortress
Unto All Heart --

But since Myself -- assault Me --
How have I peace
Except by subjugating
Consciousness?

And since We're mutual Monarch
How this be
Except by Abdication --
Me -- of Me?

 Emily Dickinson

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Ravi.N on December 08, 2012, 11:15:02 AM
Jewell/Friends,
This is one of my favourite Stories as narrated by Sri Rajneesh-Mullah Nasruddin story that reveals the nature of a suppressed mind,how it keeps metamorphing!

Mullah Nasruddin and his Robe

Jalal, an old friend of Mulla Nasrudin's, turned up suddenly one day early in the  morning at mullah's home.

 The Mulla said, "I am delighted to see you after such a long time. I am just about to start on a round of visits, however. Come, walk with me, and we can talk."

"Lend me a decent robe," said Jalal, "because, as you see, I am not dressed for visiting. "

Nasrudin lent him a very fine robe.The Moment his friend put on that dress and appeared quite dapper,Mullah regretted his decision;he thought 'I should have worn that dress and given the one that I am wearing to Jalal';

Yet he consoled himself,"Afterall How does it matter?Is not jalal My Good Friend?What difference does it make whether I wear the Dress or he wears it!".

They went out together.

At the first house,as the Host opened the Door he totally ignored Mullah as his eyes were glued on jalal and his Dress.

Nasrudin presented his friend. "This is my old companion, Jalal. But the robe he is wearing, that is mine! "

On their way to the next village, jalal said, "What a stupid thing to say!'The robe is mine'? Indeed! Don't do it again. "

Nasrudin promised saying that it was a slip of his tongue.

To make amends,he said to Jalal "Friend,I am gifting this dress to you.It is yours from now on.Where then will be the need to discuss it!"

As soon as he said this,Mullah Regretted saying what he said:"I should not have gifted the Dress in order to please Jalal.I should have mananged to hold peace for sometime and everything would have been forgotten.Now I have lost the Chance of wearing that Pretty and Expensive Robe!What a Fool am I?"

Immediately he consoled himself:'After all who is Jalal?He is my Best Friend.How does it matter to whom the Dress Belong to.Let it be with Him"


They Proceeded to the Next house.When they were comfortably seated at the next house, The Host was all the time staring at jalal and his fine Dress.

Nasrudin said, "This is Jalal, an old friend, come to visit me. But the robe -- the robe is his! "

As they left, Jalal was just as annoyed as before. "Why did you say that? Are you crazy?Now we are quits,If you do not mind," said Jalal.

"I  shall not say anything more about the robe." Nasrudin promised."There is just one last House to be visited and then we will be back home.We can talk and Dine.Please forgive!"

At the third and final place of call, Nasrudin slid, "May I present Jalal, my friend. And the robe, the robe he is wearing.... But we must not say anything about the robe, must we?"
---------------------------------------------

Once you are trying to repress a thought, it comes up again and again and again.


Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 08, 2012, 04:08:01 PM
Dear Sri Ravi, Nice and funny story from Osho. But with beautiful meaning. And,yes,that is the Zen approach. Not repress anything,using force,just to use awareness every moment. Thank You! With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 08, 2012, 04:19:31 PM
Dear Ravi and Jewell,

Talks No. 326:

In answer to a question by a long resident attendant Sri Bhagavan said: Everybody complains of the restlessness of the mind.
Let the mind be found and then they will know. True, when a man sits down to meditate, thoughts rush up by dozens. The mind is
only a bundle of thoughts. The attempt to push through the barrage of thoughts is unsuccessful. If one can by any means abide in
the Self it is good,.....If one wants to abide in the thought free state, a struggle is inevitable. ....The thoughts are the enemy.....

Arunachala Siva.     
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 08, 2012, 04:40:15 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir, Yes,the only thing we should do,is to see to whom these thoughts belong,to see what is mind,and to Abide in the Self. Which is exactly awareness. But i will not call the thoughts an enemies,from the simple reason,it make resistance in me then. I like to see them like something which is happening outside myself. Not ingludging,not supressing,just simple observance,and every time coming back to the most important question,Who am I,or just,simply,I. Or any other mettod of practice. With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 08, 2012, 05:01:28 PM
Dear Jewell,

There are only two things to drive away the thoughts. One is to ignore them completely and bring the mind back into the Self.
The other way is to replace these thoughts by one single thought of some god's or guru's name constantly till one goes to sleep

Both have been recommended by Sri Bhagavan.

Arunachala Siva. 
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 08, 2012, 05:08:58 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir, Yes,very true. Both serve same purpouse. With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 08, 2012, 07:55:08 PM
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Beannacht / Blessing



On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.
And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

 John O'Donohue

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 08, 2012, 08:01:43 PM
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I am a little church(no great cathedral)


I am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness

around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains

i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)

 e. e. cummings

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 08, 2012, 08:08:19 PM
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The soil is in ferment, O friend


The soil is in ferment, O friend
Behold the diversity.
The soil is the horse, so is the rider
The soil chases the soil, and we hear the clanging of soil
The soil kills the soil, with weapons of the soil.
That soil with more on it, is arrogance
The soil is the garden so is its beauty
The soil admires the soil in all its wondrous forms
After the circle of life is done it returns to the soil
Answer the riddle O Bulleh, and take this burden off my head."

 Bulleh Shah

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 08, 2012, 08:31:47 PM
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For in and out, above, about, below


For in and out, above, about, below,
'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,
     Play'd in a Box whose Candle is the Sun,
Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.

 Omar Khayyam

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 08, 2012, 09:00:00 PM
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If I speak in the tongues[a] of men or of angels, but do not have love,
I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge,
and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.
If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,
but do not have love, I gain nothing.
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Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 
It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
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Love never fails.
But where there are prophecies, they will cease;
where there are tongues, they will be stilled;
where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
For we know in part and we prophesy in part,  but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears.
When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.
When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.
For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face.
Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
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And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love.

Corinthians 13

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 08, 2012, 09:13:57 PM
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Love and kindness are never wasted.
They always make a difference.
They bless the one who receives them, and they bless you, the giver.


Barbara De Angelis

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 08, 2012, 10:47:36 PM
One beautiful song from Serbia,named Prayer.


Prayer

I'm wide awake
An empty bed drives my dreams away
Life melts like ice
Disappears in the twinkling of an eye

I'm losing my mind,
Pushing reality out of sight
I still love You
I still trust You blindly

I walk around like lunatic
Days are like wounds
Countless and hard to get through

Prayer.It burns my sore lips like a fire
Prayer.Thy name is something I admire
Heaven knows just as well as I do
So many times i said that
Heaven knows just as well as I do
I pray and live only for You

Your name is my only prayer.

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 09, 2012, 01:23:28 PM
Dear Jewell,

The prayer, it burns my sore lips like a fire....Nice. Tamizh saints (both Nayanmars and Azhwars) have said: I am telling your
Name till my tongue gets a mark or niche.

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 09, 2012, 05:12:47 PM
Dear Jewell,

You mentioned - 'it bruns my sore lips like a fire., I said that Ashwars and Nayanamars have also used this phrase, that their
tongue got a mark or niche by constantly chanting god's name. Manikkavachagar says - that various atheists spoke
non existence of god  and confused him! Their tongue got a mark or niche in speaking about non existence of god!

Aத்தம் ஆனார் அயலவர் கூடி
நாத்திகம் பேசி நாத்தழும்பு ஏறினர்
சுற்றம் என்னும் தொல்பசுக் குழாங்கள்
பற்றி அழைத்துப் பதறினர் பெருகவும்
விரதமே பரம் ஆக வேதியரும் 50

This Nathazhumbu in line 2 is the niche or mark on their tongues. The saint poet further says that he had escaped their company.

Arunachala Siva.   
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 10, 2012, 01:31:40 AM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

Yes,it is beautiful fraze. I wasnt aware that it is so common. Well,if our lips should get mark from anything,that would be God's name.

Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 10, 2012, 01:41:34 AM
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Now does our world descend


Now does our world descend
the path to nothingness
(cruel now cancels kind:
friends turn to enemies)
therefore lament,my dream
and don a doer's doom

create now is contrive;
imagined,merely know
(freedom:what makes a slave)
therefore,my life,lie down
and more by most endure
all that you never were

hide,poor dishonoured mind
who thought yourself so wise;
and much could understand
concerning no and yes:
if they've become the same
it's time you unbecame

where climbing was and bright
is darkness and to fall
(now wrong's the only right
since brave are cowards all)
therefore despair,my heart
and die into the dirt

but from this endless end
of briefer each our bliss -
where seeing eyes go blind
(where lips forget to kiss)
where everything's nothing
- arise,my soul;and sing

 e. e. cummings

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 10, 2012, 02:05:32 AM
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The Ball no Question makes of Ayes and Noes,
But Right or Left, as strikes the Player goes;
     And he that toss'd Thee down into the Field,
He knows about it all -- He knows -- HE knows!

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
     Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.


 Omar Khayyam

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 10, 2012, 02:19:34 AM
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The Cold Clear Spring at Nanyang


A pity it is evening, yet
I do love the water of this spring
seeing how clear it is, how clean;
rays of sunset gleam on it,
lighting up its ripples, making it
one with those who travel
the roads; I turn and face
the moon; sing it a song, then
listen to the sound of the wind
amongst the pines.

 Li Po

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 10, 2012, 02:51:58 AM
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You ask why I make my home in the mountain forest


You ask why I make my home in the mountain forest,
and I smile, and am silent,
and even my soul remains quiet:
it lives in the other world
which no one owns.
The peach trees blossom,
The water flows.

Li Po

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 10, 2012, 03:23:32 AM
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Sudden Light


I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell;
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

You have been mine before,
How long ago I may not know:
But just when at that swallow's soar
Your neck turned so,
Some veil did fall, - - I knew it all of yore.

Has this been thus before?
And shall not thus time's eddying flight
Still with our lives our love restore
In death's despite,
And day and night yield one delight once more?

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 10, 2012, 03:56:42 AM
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“Love is a force that connects us to every strand of the universe,
an unconditional state that characterizes human nature,
a form of knowledge that is always there for us if only we can open ourselves to it.”

Emily H. Sell

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 10, 2012, 10:08:40 AM
Dear Jewell,

Yes. Very true. Love is another name of Siva, says Tirumoolar.

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 10, 2012, 05:41:34 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir, Yes,Shiva Is love. Bhagavan is best example for that,always showing all embrasing love and compassion towards anyone and anything He was in thouch. With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 11, 2012, 04:12:46 AM
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Make of my body the beam of a lute


Make of my body the beam of a lute
     of my head the sounding gourd
     of my nerves the strings
     of my fingers the plucking rods.

Clutch me close
     and play your thirty-two songs
     O lord of the meeting rivers!

 Basava

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 11, 2012, 04:29:06 AM
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Treading along in this dreamlike, illusory realm


Treading along in this dreamlike, illusory realm,
Without looking for the traces I may have left;
A cuckoo's song beckons me to return home;
Hearing this, I tilt my head to see
Who has told me to turn back;
But do not ask me where I am going,
As I travel in this limitless world,
Where every step I take is my home.

Eihei Dogen

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 11, 2012, 04:44:50 AM
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Contemplation


Since the moon is full tonight,
let us call upon the stars in prayer.
The power of concentration,
seen through the bright, one-pointed mind,
is shaking the universe.

All living beings are present tonight
to witness the ocean of fear
flooding the Earth.

Upon the sound of the midnight bell,
everyone in the ten directions joins hands
and enters the meditation on Mahakaruna.

Compassion springs from the heart,
as pure, refreshing water,
healing the wounds of life.

From the highest peak of the Mind Mountain,
the blessed water streams down,
penetrating rice fields and orange groves.

The poisonous snake drinks
a drop of this nectar
from the tip of a blade of grass,
and the poison on its tongue vanishes.

Mara's arrow's
are transformed
into fragrant flowers.

The wondrous action of the healing water--
a mysterious transformation!
A child now holds the snake in her innocent arms.

Leaves are still green in the ancient garden.
The shimmering sunlight smiles on the snow,
and the sacred spring still flows toward the East.

On Avalokita's willow branch,
or in my heart,
the healing water is the same.

Tonight all weapons
fall at our feet
and turn to dust.

One flower,
two flowers,
millions of little flowers
appear in the green fields.

The gate of deliverance opens
with a smile on the lips
of my innocent child.

 Thich Nhat Hanh

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 11, 2012, 04:59:14 AM
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By the God who was in pre-eternity living and moving and omnipotent, everlasting


By the God who was in pre-eternity living and moving and omnipotent, everlasting.
His light lit the candles of love so that a hundred thousand secrets became known.
By one decree of Him the world was filled -- lover and loved, ruler and ruled.
In the talismans of Shams-e Tabrizi the treasure of His marvels became concealed.
For from the moment that you journeyed forth, we became separated from sweetness like wax;
All the night we are burning like candles, paired to his flame and deprived of honey.
In separation from his beauty, my body is a waste, and the soul in it is like an owl.
Turn those reins in this direction, twist the trunk of the elephant of joy.
Without your presence concert is not lawful; music has been stoned like Satan.
Without you not one ode has been uttered, until that gracious vision of yours arrived and was understood;
Then out of the joy of hearing your letter five or six odes were composed.
May our eventide through you be radiant dawn, O you in whom Syria and Armenia and Rum glory.

Rumi

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 11, 2012, 09:55:52 AM
Dear Jewell,

Excellent poem with insightful meaning and purport. Thanks.

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 12, 2012, 04:17:05 AM
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Detached You are, even from your being


Detached You are, even from your being,
and this being is nothing but You.
Unmanifest, yet the manifest is naught
but Your shadow.

Moons, galaxies and worlds drunk from this cup.
And the cupbearer is nowhere to be seen!

 Abu-Said Abil-Kheir

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Post by: Jewell on December 12, 2012, 04:38:23 AM
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A dervish in ecstasy



A frenzied dervish, mad with love for God,
Sought out bare hills where none had ever trod.
Wild leopards kept this madman company --
His heart was plunged in restless ecstasy;
He lived within this state for twenty days,
Dancing and singing in exultant praise:
"There's no division; we two are alone --
The world is happiness and grief has flown."
Die to yourself -- no longer stay apart,
But give to Him who asks for it your heart;
The man whose happiness derives from Him
Escapes existence, and the world grows dim;
Rejoice for ever in the Friend, rejoice
Till you are nothing, but a praising voice.

 Farid ud-Din Attar

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
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Mysticism


The sun can only be seen by the light
of the sun. The more a man or woman knows,
the greater the bewilderment, the closer
to the sun the more dazzled, until a point
is reached where one no longer is.

A mystic knows without knowledge, without
intuition or information, without contemplation
or description or revelation. Mystics
are not themselves. They do not exist
in selves. They move as they are moved,
talk as words come, see with sight
that enters their eyes. I met a woman
once and asked her where love had led her.
"Fool, there's no destination to arrive at.
Loved one and lover and love are infinite."

 Farid ud-Din Attar

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 12, 2012, 04:59:11 AM


Communion

Harmony without and within


    Man is living as an island, and that's where all misery arises. Down the centuries man has been trying to live independently from existence--that is not possible in the very nature of things. Man can neither be independent nor dependent. Existence is a state of interdependence: everything depends on everything else. There is no hierarchy, nobody is lower and nobody is higher. Existence is a communion, an eternal love affair.

    But the idea that man has to be higher, superior, special, creates trouble. Man has to be nothing--man has to dissolve into the totality of things. And when we drop all the barriers, communion happens and that communion is a benediction. To be one with the whole is all. That is the very core of religiousness.

    Heraclitus says: It would not be better if things happened to men just as they wish. Unless you expect the unexpected you will never find the truth, for it is hard to discover and hard to attain. Nature loves to hide. The lord whose oracle is at Delphi neither speaks nor conceals--but gives signs.

    Existence has no language... and if you depend on language there can be no communication with existence. Existence is a mystery, you cannot interpret it. If you interpret, you miss. Existence can be lived, but not thought about. It is more like poetry, less like philosophy. It is a sign, it is a door. It shows, but it says nothing.

    Through mind, there is no approach to existence. If you think about it, you can go on thinking and thinking, about and about, but you will never reach it--because it is precisely thinking that is the barrier. Thinking is a private world, it belongs to you--then you are enclosed, encapsulated, imprisoned within yourself. Nonthinking, you are no more; you are enclosed no more. You open, you become porous, existence flows into you and you flow into existence.

    Learn to listen--listening means you are open, vulnerable, receptive, but you are not in any way thinking. Thinking is a positive action. Listening is passivity: you become like a valley and receive; you become like a womb and you receive. If you can listen, then nature speaks--but it is not a language. Nature doesn't use words. Then what does nature use? Says Heraclitus, it uses signs. A flower is there: what is the sign in it? It is not saying anything--but can you really say it is not saying anything? It is saying much, but it is not using any words--a wordless message.

    To hear the wordless you will have to become wordless, because only the same can hear the same, only the same can relate to the same.

Sitting by a flower, don't be a person, be a flower. Sitting by the tree, don't be a person, be a tree. Taking a bath in a river, don't be a man, be a river. And then millions of signs are given to you. And it is not a communication--it is a communion. Then nature speaks, speaks in thousands of tongues, but not in language.

Osho

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 12, 2012, 05:08:33 AM
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I knew God well when love flashed before me


I knew God well when love flashed before me.
It gives me strength by night and day, and shows what lies ahead.
In me are flames, in me is fuel, in me is smoke.
I only found my Beloved, Bahu, when love made me aware.

 Sultan Bahu

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
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The Face of God


Lovely face, majestic face,
     face of beauty, face of flame,
the face of the Lord God of Israel
     when He sits upon His throne of glory,
     robed in praise upon His seat of splendour.
His beauty surpasses
     the beauty of the aged,
His splendour outshines
     the splendour of newly-weds
          in their bridal chamber.

Whoever looks at Him
     is instantly torn;
whoever glimpses His beauty
     immediately melts away.
Those who serve Him today
     no longer serve Him tomorrow;
those who serve Him tomorrow
     no longer serve Him afterwards;
for their strength fails and their faces are charred,
their hearts reel and their eyes grow dim
     at the splendour and radiance
          of their king's beauty.

Beloved servants, lovely servants,
     swift servants, light-footed servants,
who stand before the stone of the throne
     of glory,
who wait upon the wheel
     of the chariot.
When the sapphire of the throne of glory
     whirls at them,
when the wheel of the chariot
     hurls past them,
those on the right
     now stand again to the left,
those on the left
     now stand again to the right,
those in front
     now stand again in back,
those in back
     now stand again in front.

He who sees the one says,
     'That is the other'.
And he who sees the other says,
     'That is the one'.
For the visage of the one
     is like the visage of the other;
and the visage of the other
     is like the visage of the one.

Happy the King
     who has such servants,
and happy the servants
     who have such a King.
Happy the eye
     that sees
     and feeds
     upon this wondrous light --
          a wondrous vision
          and most strange!

 Hekhalot Hymns

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 13, 2012, 04:37:51 PM
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My body is flooded


My body is flooded
With the flame of Love.
My soul lives in
A furnace of bliss.

Love's fragrance
Fills my mouth,
And fans through all things
With each outbreath.

 Kabir

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 13, 2012, 04:51:04 PM
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We were enclosed


We were enclosed,
O eternal Father,
within the garden of your breast.
You drew us out of your holy mind
like a flower
petaled with our soul's three powers,
and into each power
you put the whole plant,
so that they might bear fruit in your garden,
might come back to you
with the fruit you gave them.
And you would come back to the soul,
to fill her with your blessedness.
There the soul dwells --
like the fish in the sea
and the sea in the fish.

Catherine of Siena

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 13, 2012, 05:10:41 PM
Self-Acceptance

Heart's-ease in the king's garden


You cannot improve upon yourself. And I am not saying that improvement does not happen, remember--but you cannot improve upon yourself. When you stop improving upon yourself, life improves you. In that relaxation, in that acceptance, life starts caressing you, life starts flowing through you. Nobody else has ever been like you and nobody else will ever be like you; you are simply unique, incomparable.

Accept this, love this, celebrate this--and in that very celebration you will start seeing the uniqueness of the others, the incomparable beauty of the others.

Love is possible only when there is a deep acceptance of oneself, the other, the world. Acceptance creates the milieu in which love grows, the soil in which love blooms.

I have heard:
A king went into his garden and found wilted and dying trees, shrubs and flowers. The oak said it was dying because it could not be tall like the pine. Turning to the pine, he found it drooping because it was unable to bear grapes like the vine. And the vine was dying because it could not blossom like the rose. He found Heart's-ease blooming and as fresh as ever. Upon inquiry, he received this reply:

"I took it for granted that when you planted me you wanted Heart's-ease. If you had desired an oak, a vine or a rose, you would have planted them. So I thought that since you put me here, I should do the best I can to be what you want. I can be nothing but what I am, and I am trying to be that to the best of my ability."

You are here because this existence needs you as you are. Otherwise somebody else would have been here!--existence would not have helped you to be here, would not have created you. You are fulfilling something very essential, something very fundamental, as you are. If God wanted a Buddha he could have produced as many Buddhas as he wanted. He produced only one Buddha--that was enough, and he was satisfied to his heart's desire, utterly satisfied. Since then he has not produced another Buddha or another Christ.

He has created you instead. Just think of the respect that the universe has given to you! You have been chosen, not Buddha, not Christ, not Krishna. You will be needed more, that's why. You fit more now. Their work is done, they contributed their fragrance to existence. Now you have to contribute your fragrance.

But the moralists, the puritans, the priests, they go on teaching you, they go on driving you crazy. They say to the rose, "Become a lotus." And they say to the lotus, "What are you doing here? You have to become something else." They drive the whole garden crazy, everything starts dying--because nobody can be anybody else, that is not possible.

That's what has happened to humanity. Everybody is pretending. Authenticity is lost, truth is lost, everybody is trying to show that he is somebody else. Just look at yourself: you are pretending to be somebody else. And you can be only yourself--there is no other way, there has never been, there is no possibility that you can be anybody else. You will remain yourself. You can enjoy it and bloom, or you can wither away if you condemn it.

Osho


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 13, 2012, 05:26:09 PM
Dear Jewell,

See Saint Thayumanavar speaks abnut control of thoughts:


கந்துகமதக்கரியைவசமாநடத்தலாங்
கரடிவெம்புலிவாயையுங்
கட்டலாம்ஒருசிங்கம்முதுகின்மேற்கொள்ளலாங்
கட்செவிஎடுத்தாட்டலாம்
வெந்தழலின்இரதம்வைத்தைந்துலோகத்தையும்
வேதித்துவிற்றுண்ணலாம்
வேறொருவர்காணாமல்உலகத்துலாவலாம்
விண்ணவரைஏவல்கொளலாஞ்
சந்ததமும்iளமையோடிருக்கலாம்மற்றொரு
saரீரத்தி னும்புகுதலாஞ்
jaலமேல் நடக்கலாங்கனல்மேலிருக்கலாந்
தன்னிகரில்சித்திபெறலாம்
சிந்தையைஅடக்கியேசும்மாஇருக்கின்ற
திறமரிதுசத்தாகிஎன்
சித்தமிசை குடிகொண்டஅறிவானதெய்வமே
தேசோமயானந்தமே. 8.

(Tejo Mayanandam, verse 8)

Arunachala Siva.
 
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 13, 2012, 05:26:39 PM

When You have loved, You shall be chaste


When You have loved, You shall be chaste;
when You have touched, You shall become pure;
when You have accepted, You shall be a virgin.
Whose power is stronger,
Whose generosity is more abundant,
Whose appearance more beautiful,
Whose love more tender,
Whose courtesy more gracious.
In Whose embrace You are already caught up;
Who has adorned Your breast with precious stones
     and has placed priceless pearls in Your ears
     and has surrounded You with sparkling gems
     as though blossoms of springtime
     and placed on Your head a golden crown
     as a sign of Your holiness.

Clare of Assisi
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 13, 2012, 05:34:35 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

I knew that these glasses mean something.  :D I cannot find that verse. Rrrrrrrr,i dont like when i cannot find something.  :D

But i will still try.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 13, 2012, 05:39:14 PM
Is that this,dear Sri Subramanian sir?

To tame a rutting elephant, who has snapped his tethering post,
and to walk him under our control -- that is possible.
To muzzle a bear, or a fierce tiger -- that is possible,
To ride upon the back of the incomparable lion  - that is possible.
To charm snakes and make them dance -- that is possible.
To put mercury into a furnace, transform the five base metals,
sell them, and live from the proceeds -- that is possible.
To wander the earth, invisible to everyone else -- that is possible.
To command the celestials in our own service -- that is possible.
To remain forever young -- that is possible.   
To transmigrate into another physical body -- that is possible.
To walk on water, or to sit amidst flames -- that is possible.
To attain supernatural powers, that know no equal -- that is possible.
But the ability to control the mind, and remain still*
is very difficult indeed!
God, whose nature is consciousness,
who as the Reality, impossible to seek,
took up his abode within my understanding!
Refulgent Light of Bliss!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 13, 2012, 06:14:48 PM
Dear Jewell

Yes. The meaning in English given by you is quite correct. Only when thoughts are killed one can obtain permanent
peace and silence to realize the Self. Any other feat like controlling a mad elephant, or a lion is not that difficult as
controlling the mind and thoughts. This is one of the beutficul verses of Saint Tayumanavar. His Guru's Updesa itself
Summa Iru, be in thoughtless silence, as Sri Bhagavan said. This is the toughest attainment.

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 13, 2012, 06:23:58 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

Yes,it is indeed beautiful verse,and i found it on this forum posted by You in one topic.  :)

Yes,everything may be easier,and everything may come,siddhis,all sorts of things,but the mind in silence is most difficult thing.
Well,how i see it,it is only because we dont want to lett go the person. After that,all is in Guru's hands. Even if it is now,but then we are aware of that,i believe.

Thank You for this Wonderful verse!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 13, 2012, 06:44:24 PM
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Place your mind before the mirror of eternity!


Place your mind before the mirror of eternity!
Place your soul in the brilliance of glory!
Place your heart in the figure of the divine substance!
And transform your whole being into the image of the Godhead Itself
     through contemplation!
So that you too may feel what His friends feel
     as they taste the hidden sweetness
     which God Himself has reserved
     from the beginning
     for those who love Him.

Clare of Assisi

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 14, 2012, 03:40:56 AM
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The pot is a God


The pot is a God.
The winnowing fan is a God.
The stone in the street is a God.
The comb is a God.
The bowstring is also a God.
The bushel is a God and the
spouted cup is a God.

Gods, gods, there are so many
there's no place left
for a foot.
     There is only
one God.
He is our Lord
of the Meeting Rivers.

 Basava

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 14, 2012, 03:50:37 AM
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The slothful


The slothful
     sluggards
     say: He is far, far, far
     away!
But the Supreme It
is spread everywhere
on Earth and in Heavens.
O you poor dumb ones,
running
stunned and suffering
through towns and fields and forests
in Search!
He is right there
within you!
Stand still
and feel Him,
feel!

 Civivakkiyar

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 14, 2012, 03:55:37 AM
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All visible life that is clothed in body vesture
(from Bliss that is Perfect Full)


All visible life that is clothed in body vesture
All that crawl, walk, fly and have their being
All, all that nature in propagative urge created
Will perish.

The elements mighty will die away one after another.
What will remain is: the vast Empty Space,
Unsupported, unrelieved Void,
Theupasanta that is peace beyond understanding
The jnana of Veda-Vedanta,
The mighty Light that leaves not.

Of them that receive it
Are the souls blessed with Grace.
Great indeed are they;
Born they will never after be;
Nor dead be;
But in silentness steeped remain.

And this Thou came in compassion to tell me.
Is this not a sign that I am ripe for it?
Oh! Thou who filleth all visible space
In unbroken continuity!
Thou, the Bliss that is Perfect Full

 Thayumanavar

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 14, 2012, 04:30:18 AM
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Come


Come
let's fall
in love
again
let's turn
all the dirt
in this world
to shiny gold

come
let's be
a new spring
a love reborn

find our aroma
from the essence
of all who
emit heavenly fragrance

like a fresh tree
bloom and spread
all the blessings
right from inside

 Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 14, 2012, 04:57:05 PM
Dear Jewell,

the Bliss that is perfect Full - Paripoorana Anandam:


தெரிவாக ஊர்வன நடப்பன பறப்பன             
          செயற்கொண் டிருப்பனமுதல்
  தேகங்க ளத்தனையும் மோகங்கொள் பௌதிகஞ்
         சென்மித்த ஆங்கிறக்கும்
விரிவாய பூதங்கள் ஒன்றோடொன் றாயழியும்
        மேற்கொண்ட சேடம் அதுவே
   வெறுவெளி நிராலம்ப நிறைசூன்யம் உபசாந்த
         வேதவே தாந்தஞானம்
பிரியாத பேரொளி பிறக்கின்ற வருள் அருட்
        பெற்றோர்கள் பெற்றபெருமை
  பிறவாமை யென்றைக்கும் இறவாமை யாய்வந்து
        பேசாமை யாகுமெனவே
பரிவா யெனக்குநீ யறிவிக்க வந்ததே
        பரிபாக காலமலவோ
  பார்க்குமிட மெங்குமொரு நீக்கமற நிறைகின்ற
        பரிபூர ணானந்தமே. 2.
         
Your translation is quite perfect.

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 14, 2012, 07:40:37 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

This morning,when i put that poem,i was just thinking about that,is it translation good. But,because,all translations from the exellent site from which i am sharing some poems are usually good,i decided to post it. Now,You removed every doubt.  :) Thank You!

With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 14, 2012, 08:10:05 PM
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There Dwells an Innocence


In
The
Crater
Of your
Longing
There dwells
An innocence
That only silence can fulfill
And if you listen with loves wisdom
You shall lose the need
To exercise
Your
Will

silent lotus
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 14, 2012, 08:24:37 PM
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What is it, which is


What is it, which is
Uncircumscribed Effulgence,
Perfect Bliss,
Divine-Love Filled --

What is it, which willed
To contain the countless universes
In boundless space
And there flourishes as Life of life, --

What is it, which stood
Transcending thought and word,

What is it, which remained
As the ever contentious object
Of countless faiths claiming,
''This, my God,'' ''This, our God''--

What is it, which exists as
Omnipresent,
Omnipotent
Love-filled
and Eternal --

What is it, which knows
No limits of
Night and day --

That indeed is what is agreeable to thought,
That indeed is what fills all space in silentness.

That indeed is what we in meekness worship.

Countless the habitats lived,
Countless the names borne,
Countless the kith and kin possessed,
Countless the bodies by karma caused,
Countless the Karmas daily perfomed,
Countless the thoughts entertained,
Countless the name and fame acquired,
Countless the heaven and hell experienced,
Countless the Gods worshipped,
Countless the faiths followed --

And so, realising through jnana and grace
Our God of turiya form
The Divine Cloud that pours the rains of limitless rapture
Descending through the dome of heaven
And through the love-filled eyes of fervent devotees,

Who chant the names countless
That scriptures countless recount,

The Treasure vast of silentness
That Wisdom Bliss of inexplicable state,
That Immensity

Let us in meekness worship.

That which is Nondual,
That which is the unique Light of Word,
That which the scriptures loud proclaim:

As the Wisdom of Wisdom
As the Bliss that fills
As the Primal One,

As the Ancient One of Tattva *[1]- Form -
That which faiths contend after,
That which is sought for support,
That which is Permanent,
That which is Fullness,
That which is without support,
That which is our support,
That which is Peace,
That which is the state of Void,
That which is Eternal Pure,
That which is untouched by the materiality of the universe,

That which is unaffected by events,
That which is Changeless,
That which shines as impassive neutrality,
That which is Blemishless,
That which is Formless,
That which is in thought
Without thought cognizing it,
That which is Divine Light Effulgence,
That which is Uncreated,
That which flourishes in the jnana void,
That God Supreme,

Let us in meekness worship.

 Thayumanavar

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 14, 2012, 08:51:45 PM
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“Face the brutes.?
That is a lesson for all lifes' face the terrible, face it boldly.
Like the monkeys, the hardships of life fall back when we cease to flee before them.
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Are you unselfish? That is the question.
If you are, you will be perfect without reading a single religious book,
without going into a single church or temple.
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As body, mind, or soul, you are a dream;
you really are Being, Consciousness, Bliss (satchidananda).
 You are the God of this universe.
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Are great things ever done smoothly?
Time, patience, and indomitable will must show.

Swami Vivekananda
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 14, 2012, 09:22:00 PM
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In Love


In Love there are no days or nights,
For lovers it is all the same.
The musicians have gone, yet the Sufis listen;
In Love there is a beginning but no end.
Each has a name for his Beloved,
But for me my Beloved is nameless.
Sa'di, if you destroy an idol,
Then destroy the idol of the self.

Sa'di
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 15, 2012, 11:25:29 PM
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To Thee Thou Hast Drawn My Love


To Thee Thou hast drawn my love, O Fakir!
I was sleeping in my own chamber,
and Thou didst awaken me;
striking me with Thy voice, O Fakir!
I was drowning in the deeps of the ocean of this world, and
Thou didst save me: upholding me with Thine arm, O Fakir!
Only one word and no second-
and Thou hast made me tear off all
my bonds, O Fakir!
Kabîr says, 'Thou hast united Thy heart to my heart, O Fakir! '

Kabir

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 15, 2012, 11:40:48 PM
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To be a Slave of Intensity

Friend, hope for the guest while you are alive.
Jump into experience while you are alive!
Think...and think...while you are alive.
What you call 'salvation' belongs to the time before death.

If you don't break your ropes while you're alive,
do you think
ghosts will do it after?

The idea that the soul will join with the ecstatic
Just because the body is rotten -
that is all fantasy.
What is found now is found then.
If you find nothing now,
you will simply end up with an apartment in the City of Death.
If you make love with the divine now, in the next life you will have the face of satisfied desire.

So plunge into the truth, find out who the Teacher is,
Believe in the Great Sound!

Kabir says this: When the guest is being searched for, it is the intensity of the longing for the Guest that does all the work.
Look at me, and you will see a slave of that intensity.

Kabir

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 15, 2012, 11:50:29 PM
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Sinking like a rock in the sea


Sinking like a rock in the sea
drifting through the Three Worlds
poor ethereal creature
ever immersed in scenes
until a flash of lightning shows
life and death are dust in space.

 Feng-kan (Big Stick)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 16, 2012, 12:24:19 AM

Come out into the universe of Light.
Everything in the universe is yours,
stretch out your arms and embrace it with love.
If you felt you wanted to do that, you have felt God.


Swami Vivekananda

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 17, 2012, 02:14:22 AM

The Gardener of Eden


I am the old dreamer who never sleeps
I am timekeeper of the timeless dance
I preserve the long rhythms of the earth
and fertilize the rounds of desire

In my evergreen arboretum
I raise flowering hopes for the world
I plant seeds of perennial affection
and wait for their passionate bloom

Would you welcome that sight if you saw it?
Revalue the view you have lost?
Could you wake to the innocent morning
and follow the risks of your heart?

Every day I grow a dream in my garden
where the beds are laid out for love
When will you come to embrace it
and join in the joy of the dance?

 James Broughton
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 17, 2012, 02:22:48 AM
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When you truly awaken (from The Shodoka)


When you truly awaken,
You have no formal merit.
In the multiplicity of the relative world,
You cannot find such freedom.
Self-centered merit brings the joy of heaven itself,
But it is like shooting an arrow at the sky;
When the force is exhausted, it falls to the earth,
And then everything goes wrong.

 Hsuan Chueh of Yung Chia / Yoka Genkaku

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 17, 2012, 02:41:22 AM

Love's Marvellous ways


Look at
love's marvellous
ways:

if you shoot an arrow
plant it
till no feather shows;
if you hug
a body, bones
must crunch and crumble;
weld,
the welding must vanish.

Love is then
our lord's love

Akka Mahadevi

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 17, 2012, 02:56:06 AM
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This too is a dream


There is a very ancient Chinese story: an emperor had only one son. That son was on his deathbed. The physicians had given up saying we cannot do anything to save him. He will not survive. It is not possible to save him. There was no cure for the disease. It was a matter of just one or two days, he will die any moment. The father stayed awake all night sitting at his bedside. It was time to say good-by. Tears were flowing from his eyes. Sitting and sitting, at about three in the morning the father began to doze. While he slept he saw a dream of a great empire that he was lord over.

He had twelve sons – all very handsome, young, talented, intelligent, great fighters, warriors! There was no one comparable in the whole world. He had a vast horde of wealth. Unlimited. He was a world ruler – his rule extending over the whole earth. He was seeing this dream when the son breathed his last. His wife screamed and started crying. He opened his eyes. He was completely shocked. 

He sat dumbfounded. Because just a moment before there was another kingdom, twelve sons, great wealth – it was all gone. And here this son has died! He remained completely lost. His wife worried whether his mind was damaged, because he had had great affection for his son, and not a single tear was coming to his eyes. When the son was living he had cried over him, now the son has died and the father is not crying?   

His wife shook him and said, ”Has something happened to you? Why don’t you cry?”

He said, ” Who should I cry for? There were twelve, they died. There was a great empire, it has gone. Should I cry for them or should I cry for this one? I am thinking who should I cry for? Just as twelve are gone, thirteen are gone.

”Everything is finished” he said. ”That was a dream and this too is a dream. When I was seeing that dream, I had completely forgotten this son. This kingdom... everything was forgotten. When that dream broke I remembered you. Tonight I will sleep and again I will forget you. So it comes and goes, now it is, now it is not: and now both dreams are gone. Now I have awakened from dreaming. Now I won’t be roaming about in dreams. It is enough, the time has come. The fruit has ripened, it is time for it to fall!”

Source: “The Mahageeta, Volume 1” - Osho
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 17, 2012, 03:12:33 AM
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Anything that brings spiritual, mental, or physical weakness,
touch it not with the toes of your feet.
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Blows are what awaken us and help to break the dream.
They show us the insufficiency of this world and make us long to escape,
to have freedom.
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Have you got the will to surmount mountain-high obstructions?
If the whole world stands against you sword in hand,
would you still dare to do what you think is right?
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If the mind is intensely eager, everything can be accomplished

mountains can be crumbled into atoms.
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Don't look back—forward, infinite energy, infinite enthusiasm,
infinite daring, and infinite patience—
then alone can great deeds be accomplished.

Swami Vivekananda

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 17, 2012, 04:03:53 AM
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Let us put forth all our energies to acquire that which never fails—our spiritual perfection.
If we have true yearning for realization, we must struggle, and through struggle growth will come.
We shall make mistakes, but they may be angels unawares. 


Swami Vivekananda

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 17, 2012, 04:10:00 AM
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Stand as a rock;
you are indestructible.
You are the Self,
the God of the universe.

Swami Vivekananda

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 17, 2012, 04:52:07 AM

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My God, I love thee


My God, I love thee; not because
I hope for heaven thereby,
nor yet because who love thee not
are lost eternally.
Thou, O Lord Jesus, thou didst me
upon the cross embrace;
for me didst bear the nails and spear,
and manifold disgrace,
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And griefs and torments numberless,
and sweat of agony;
yea, death itself; and all for me
who was thine enemy.
Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ,
should I not love thee well,
not for the sake of winning heaven,
nor any fear of hell;
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not with the hope of gaining aught,
not seeking a reward;
but as thyself hast loved me,
O ever loving Lord!
So would I love thee, dearest Lord,
and in thy praise will sing,
solely because thou art my God
and my most loving King.

Edward Caswall

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 18, 2012, 02:37:57 AM
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All men to me are god-like Gods!


All men to me are god-like Gods!
     My eyes no longer see
     vice or fault.

Life on this suffering earth
     is now endless delight;
     the heart at rest and full,
                         overflowing.

In the mirror, the face and its reflection
     watch each other;
     different, but one.

And, when the stream pours into the ocean...
     no more stream!

Tukaram

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 18, 2012, 02:48:40 AM
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Dew (from Love's Seven Names)


Dew is a name under which Love works:
When that Fire has burned up all in its violence,
The dew falls, imparting moisture everywhere
Like a strong wind of unheard-of sweetness.
It calls forth the kiss of noble natures
And gives them constancy in the midst of changes.
Love's zeal engulfs her gifts to such an extent
That the dew's gentle action must always be present.
Then are appeased all the storms
That previously arose in the soul;
Calm reigns at last,
When the loved one receives from her Beloved
The kisses that truly pertain to love.
When he takes possession of the loved soul in every way,
Love drinks in these kisses and tastes them to the end.
As soon as Love thus touches the soul,
She eats its flesh and drinks its blood.
Love that thus dissolves the loved soul
Sweetly leads them both
To the indivisible kiss --
That same kiss which fully unites
The Three Persons in one sole Being.
Thus the noble dew appeases the conflagration
That had been raging in the land of Love.

 Hadewijch

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 18, 2012, 02:58:55 AM
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Love's constancy


Anyone who has waded
Through Love's turbulent waters,
Now feeling hunger and now satiety,
Is untouched by the season
Of withering or blooming,
For in the deepest and most dangerous waters,
On the highest peaks,
Love is always the same.

Hadewijch

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 18, 2012, 03:05:21 AM
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O most noble Greenness, rooted in the sun


O most noble Greenness, rooted in the sun,
shining forth in streaming splendor upon the wheel of Earth.
No earthly sense or being can comprehend you.
You are encircled by the very arms of Divine mysteries.
You are radiant like the red of dawn!
You glow like the incandescence of the sun!

 Hildegard von Bingen

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 18, 2012, 03:15:41 AM
Love

The king's challenge to his three sons



The seed is never in danger, remember. What danger can there be for the seed? It is absolutely protected. But the plant is always in danger, the plant is very soft. The seed is like a stone, hard, hidden behind a hard crust. But the plant has to pass through a thousand and one hazards. And not all plants are going to attain to that height where they can bloom into flowers, a thousand and one flowers....

Very few human beings attain to the second stage, and very few of those who attain the second stage attain the third, the stage of the flower. Why can't they attain the third stage, the stage of the flower? Because of greed, because of miserliness, they are not ready to share... because of a state of unlovingness.

Courage is needed to become a plant, and love is needed to become a flower. A flower means the tree is opening up its heart, releasing its perfume, giving its soul, pouring its being into existence.

Don't remain a seed. Gather courage--courage to drop the ego, courage to drop the securities, courage to drop the safeties, courage to be vulnerable.

A great king had three sons, and he wanted to choose one to be his heir. It was very difficult, because all three were very intelligent, very courageous. Whom should he choose? So he asked a great sage, and the sage suggested an idea....

The king went home and he asked all the three sons to come together. He gave them each one bag of flower seeds, and told them that he was going for a pilgrimage. "It will take a few years--one, two, three, maybe more. And this is a kind of test for you. These seeds you will have to give back to me when I return. Whosoever protects them best will become my heir." And he left for the pilgrimage.

The first son locked them in an iron safe--because when the father comes he has to return them as they are. The second son thought, "If I lock them up just as my brother has done, these seeds will die. And a dead seed is not a seed at all. And my father may argue that "I had given you live seeds, there was a possibility for them to grow--but these seeds are dead; they cannot grow." So he went into the market and sold the seeds and kept the money. And he thought, "When my father comes I will go to the market, purchase new seeds, and give him back better than the first."

But the third was the best. He went back into the garden and threw the seeds all over the place.

After three years, when the father came back, the first son opened his safe. Those seeds were all dead, stinking. And the father said, "What! These are the seeds I have given to you? They had the possibility to bloom into flowers and give great perfume--and these seeds are stinking. These are not my seeds!"

He went to the second son. He rushed to the market, purchased seeds, came back home, and said, "These are the seeds." The father said, "You are better than the first, but yet not as capable as I would like you to be."

He went to the third. With great hope, and fear too: "What has he done?" And the third took him back into the garden and there were millions of plants blooming, millions of flowers all around. And the son said, "These are the seeds you had given to me. Soon I will collect the seeds and give them back to you. Right now they are getting ready to be collected."

The father said, "You are my heir. This is how one should behave with seeds."

Osho


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 18, 2012, 03:25:23 AM
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Doesn't anyone see


Doesn't anyone see
the turmoil in the Three Worlds
is due to endless delusion
once thoughts stop the mind becomes clear
nothing comes or goes neither birth nor death.

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 18, 2012, 03:36:09 AM
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The wind of divine grace is always blowing.
You just need to spread your sail.
Whenever you do anything, do it with your whole heart concentrated on it.
Think day and night,
“I am of the essence of that Supreme Being-Consciousness-Bliss.
What fear and anxiety have I?


Swami Vivekananda

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 18, 2012, 03:59:51 PM
Dear Jewell,

Yes. Grace is the most important thing, more important than our own investigation of Truth. Here are some verses from
Tayumanavar's Ananda Kanni:

  அருளால் எவையும்பார் என்றான் - அத்தை
      அறியாதே சுட்டிஎன் அறிவாலே பார்த்தேன்
இருளான பொருள்கண்ட தல்லால்-கண்ட
      என்னையுங் கண்டிலன் என்னேடி தோழி - சங்கர 13.

என்னையுந் தன்னையும் வேறா - உள்ளத்
      தெண்ணாத வண்ணம் இரண்டற நிற்கச்
சொன்னது மோஒரு சொல்லே-அந்தச்
      சொல்லால் விளைந்த சுகத்தைஎன் சொல்வேன் - சங்கர 14.

விளையுஞ் சிவானந்த பூமி - அந்த
      வெட்ட வெளிநண்ணித் துட்ட இருளாங்
களையைக் களைந்துபின் பார்த்தேன் - ஐயன்
      களையன்றி வேறொன்றுங் கண்டிலன் தோழி - சங்கர 15.

My Guru said: Please see everything with Guru's Grace. But I tried to see them with my petty knowledge. I found only
darkness, ignorance.  This Sivananda Bhoomi. When I removed my darkness (that is ignorance including my petty knoweldge)
I found (experienced) only His Form and nothing else.

To stop all the thoughts, I was told only one word Summa Iru. When I kept it up, all those two (diverse) thoughts vanished.
How can I explain that Billss, O my friend!

Arunachala Siva.     
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 18, 2012, 05:10:48 PM
Dear Jewell,

The first stanza reads as under:


See thou through the eyes of Grace", He said;
Knowing not how to do it
I saw through my knowledge, differentiated;
And I saw nothing but darkness then;
Even I, the seer, was not seen to be;
How strange is all this!
O, Maid! (Chorus)

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 18, 2012, 05:15:26 PM
Dear Jewell,

The second stanza reads as under:

"Think not 'I' and 'Thou' as Two;
Stand as One in union inextricable"
All these, He said in One Word;
But how shall I describe the felicity
That was of that Word born?
(Chorus)


Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 18, 2012, 05:20:46 PM
Dear Jewell,

Third stanza reads as under:

The fertile land of Sivananda Bliss
To that Vast Void I went;
There I uprooted the evil weed of dark ignorance
And then I looked round again;
I saw nothing else
But the Lord's beauty
O, Maid! (Chorus)

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 18, 2012, 07:51:13 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir, Beautiful,Beautiful verse! These words are so profound... "See through the eyes of Grace."- And all what He saw was the Lord's beauty! These are so profound and most importand words. Not with knowledge,but through Love,through our real nature,through Grace. One,completly different seeing. And the veil is moved,all what is, is That.Such beauty of that Union,that He is not able to express it in words. Oh,how wonderful! Thank You Very much sir!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 18, 2012, 08:03:26 PM
Summa Iru,and see. Beautiful!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 19, 2012, 02:51:05 AM
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Love has subjugated me


Love has subjugated me:
     To me this is no surprise,
     For she is strong and I am weak.
     She makes me
     Unfree of myself,
     Continually against my will.
She does with me what she wishes;
Nothing of myself remains to me;
     Formerly I was rich,
Now I am poor: everything is lost in love.

 Hadewijch

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 19, 2012, 02:59:55 AM
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Wouldst thou know my meaning?


Wouldst thou know my meaning?
Lie down in the Fire
See and taste the Flowing
Godhead through thy being;
Feel the Holy Spirit
Moving and compelling
Thee within the Flowing
Fire and Light of God.

 Mechthild of Magdeburg
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 19, 2012, 03:10:58 AM

I have two ways of loving You:


I have two ways of loving You:
A selfish one
And another way that is worthy of You.
In my selfish love, I remember You and You alone.
In that other love, You lift the veil
And let me feast my eyes on Your Living Face.

 Rabia al-Basri (Rabia al- Adawiyya)

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 19, 2012, 03:18:48 AM

Gathering the Mind


Before our body existed,
One energy was already there.
Like jade, more lustrous as it's polished,
Like gold, brighter as it's refined.
Sweep clear the ocean of birth and death,
Stay firm by the door of total mastery.
A particle at the point of open awareness,
The gentle firing is warm.

 Sun Buer

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 19, 2012, 03:23:05 AM

Refining the Spirit


The relic from before birth
Enters one's heart one day.
Be as careful as if you were holding a full vessel,
Be as gentle as if you were caressing an infant.
The gate of earth should be shut tight,
The portals of heaven should be first opened.
Wash the yellow sprouts clean,
And atop the mountain is thunder shaking the earth.

 Sun Buer

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 19, 2012, 03:35:11 AM

True Love


Faithfully the raven
follows his shadow

as Self attends
to self ~ emanations appearing

as two within a sky's
singular

Brightness ...

 Elizabeth Reninger

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 19, 2012, 04:11:17 AM

Introversion


What do you seek within, O Soul, my Brother?
     What do you seek within?
I seek a Life that shall never die,
          Some haven to win
          From mortality.

What do you find within, O Soul, my Brother?
     What do you find within?
I find great quiet where no noises come.
          Without, the world's din:
          Silence in my home.

Whom do you find within, O Soul, my Brother?
     Whom do you find within?
I find a friend that in secret came:
          His scarred hands within
          He shields a faint flame.

What would you do within, O Soul, my Brother?
     What would you do within?
Bar door and window that none may see:
     That alone we may be
          (Alone! face to face,
          In that flame-lit place!)
          When first we begin
     To speak one with another.

Evelyn Underhill
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 19, 2012, 03:10:09 PM
Dear Jewell,

See this beautiful verse from Abhirami Bhattar in Abhirami Andaati:


27: உடைத்தனை வஞ்சப் பிறவியை, உள்ளம் உருகும் அன்பு
படைத்தனை, பத்ம பதயுகம் சூடும் பணி எனக்கே
அடைத்தனை, நெஞ்சத்து அழுக்கையெல்லாம் நின் அருட்புனலால்
துடைத்தனை,- சுந்தரி - நின் அருள் ஏதென்று சொல்லுவதே.

அபிராமி அன்னையே! நான் அகத்தே கொண்டிருந்த ஆணவம், கன்மம், மாயை என்கிற பொய் ஜாலங்களை உடைத்தெறிந்தாய். பக்திக்கனல் வீசும் அன்பான உள்ளத்தினை அளித்தாய். இந்த யுகத்தில் நின் தாமரை போலும் சேவடிக்குப் பணி செய்ய எனக்கு அருள் புரிந்தாய். என் நெஞ்சத்திலேயிருந்த அழுக்கையெல்லாம் துப்புரவாக உன்னுடைய அருள் வெள்ளத்தால் துடைத்தாய். பேரழகு வடிவே! நின் அருளை எப்படி நான் வாய்விட்டு உரைப்பேன்!

O Mother Abhirami! You have removed my ego, karma and maya (which cause rebirths). You gave me ardent love towards you,
so that my heart melts. You have given me the boon of keeping your lotus feet on my head. You have removed all my mental dirt
with your waters of Grace. How can I describe your aruL, boon to me?

Arunachala Siva.     
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 20, 2012, 03:07:17 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir, What a Beautiful poem! They thouch the very core of my being,my very soul and heart... Thank You sooo much dear Sir! With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 20, 2012, 04:14:41 PM
Dear Jewell,

See this verse of Abhirami Bhattar. He says: I always remember you, whether I stand, or sit or lie down. I pray only to your flowery
feet. You are the purport of Vedas and You are a Rare Substance. You are Grace personified. You are Uma. You are born in timeless
time in Himachala. You are the moksha and ananda, which is eternal.           


10: நின்றும் இருந்தும் கிடந்தும் நடந்தும் நினைப்பது உன்னை,
என்றும் வணங்குவது உன் மலர்த் தாள்.-எழுதாமறையின்
ஒன்றும் அரும்பொருளே. அருளே. உமையே. இமயத்து
அன்றும் பிறந்தவளே. அழியா முத்தி ஆனந்தமே.

அறிதற்கரிய பொருளே! அருளே உருவான உமையே! அக்காலத்தில் இமயமலையில் பிறந்தவளே! என்றும் அழியாத முக்தி ஆனந்தமாக விளங்குபவளே! உணர்தற்கரிய பெருமை வாய்ந்த வேதப் பொருளில் ஒன்றிய பொருளே! நான் நின்றாலும், இருந்தாலும், கிடந்தாலும், எந்நிலையில் இருப்பினும் நின்னையே நினைத்து தியானிக்கின்றேன். நான் வணங்குவதும் நின் மலர் போன்ற பாதங்களையே யாகும்.

Arunachala Siva.'


Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 20, 2012, 04:41:44 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir, How Beautiful and charming words! Full of love and devotion. It left me speachless,bringing such a joy. You know,Sir,Uma was always my favorite name of Godess,i dont know why. :) It is,somehow,very beautiful and sweet. Thats why,i am enjoying even more in this verse. Can You tell me from where is that verse? I never read it before. With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 20, 2012, 09:37:04 PM
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Precious Treatise on Preservation of Unity on the Great Way


The Tao is uncontrived, yet there is nothing it does not do.
It can be witnessed by the mind, not known by knowledge.
What is "knowing"? What is "witness"?
Knowledge dismisses knowledge.

Witness only responds.
Response comes from nowhere.

Mind then penetrates.
Penetrate the One, and all tasks are done.

The One is the root.
The task is the door.
When the task returns to One, the One is ever present.

The presence should not be reified;
provisionally we speak of keeping it.

Keep open selflessness and naturally be eternal.

Sun Buer
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 20, 2012, 09:46:49 PM
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The beginning of the sustenance of life


The beginning of the sustenance of life
Is all in yin and yang.
The limitless can open up
The light of the great limit.
Diligently polished, the mirror of the mind
Is bright as the moon;
The universe in a grain
May rise, or it may hide.

 Sun Buer

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 20, 2012, 10:02:04 PM
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When The Day Came

When the Day came -
The Day I had lived and died for -
The Day that is not in any calendar -
Clouds heavy with love
Showered me with wild abundance.
Inside me, my soul was drenched.
Around me, even the desert grew green.
 
Kabir

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 20, 2012, 10:18:53 PM

Life is a moment to celebrate, to enjoy.
Make it fun, a celebration, and then you will enter the temple.
The temple is not for the long-faced, it has never been for them.
Look at life--do you see sadness anywhere?
Have you ever seen a tree depressed?
Have you seen a bird anxiety-ridden?
Have you seen an animal neurotic?
No, life is not like that, not at all.
Only man has gone wrong somewhere,
and he has gone wrong somewhere
because he thinks himself to be very wise, very clever.
Your cleverness is your disease.
Don't be too wise.
Always remember to stop; don't go to the extreme.
A little foolishness and a little wisdom is good,
and the right combination makes you a buddha.

Osho

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 20, 2012, 10:34:16 PM
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Baby's Way

If baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment.
It is not for nothing that he does not leave us.
He loves to rest his head on mother's bosom, and cannot ever
bear to lose sight of her.
Baby know all manner of wise words, though few on earth can
understand their meaning.
It is not for nothing that he never wants to speak.
The one thing he wants is to learn mother's words from
mother's lips. That is why he looks so innocent.
Baby had a heap of gold and pearls, yet he came like a beggar
on to this earth.
It is not for nothing he came in such a disguise.
This dear little naked mendicant pretends to be utterly
helpless, so that he may beg for mother's wealth of love.
Baby was so free from every tie in the land of the tiny
crescent moon.
It was not for nothing he gave up his freedom.
He knows that there is room for endless joy in mother's little
corner of a heart, and it is sweeter far than liberty to be caught
and pressed in her dear arms.
Baby never knew how to cry. He dwelt in the land of perfect
bliss.
It is not for nothing he has chosen to shed tears.
Though with the smile of his dear face he draws mother's
yearning heart to him, yet his little cries over tiny troubles
weave the double bond of pity and love.

Rabindranath Tagore

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 20, 2012, 10:53:15 PM
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Waking

Even the man who is happy
glimpses something
or a hair of sound touches him

and his heart overflows with a longing
he does not recognize

then it must be that he is remembering
in a place out of reach
shapes he has loved

in a life before this
the print of them still there in him waiting

Kalidasa

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 21, 2012, 11:47:15 PM
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On Those Words "I am for My Beloved"


Already I gave myself completely,
and have changed in such a way
That my Beloved is for me
and I am for my Beloved.

When the gentle hunter shot me
and left me in all my weakness,
in the arms of love
my soul fell
and being charged with new life
I have changed in such a way
That My Beloved is for me
and I am for my Beloved.

He pierced me with an arrow
laced with the herbs of love
and my soul became one
with her Creator;
I no longer want another love,
since I have given myself to my God,
That My Beloved is for me
and I am for my Beloved.

 Teresa of Avila

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 21, 2012, 11:55:07 PM
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Form in Void


The tree is stripped,
All color, fragrance gone,
Yet already on the bough,
Uncaring spring!

Ikkyu (Ikkyu Sojun)

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 22, 2012, 12:15:00 AM
The Journey

Even if you have broken your vow a thousand times…



Sorrow and suffering and misery--everything has to be taken nonseriously, because the more seriously you take them, the more difficult it is to get out of them. The more nonserious you are... you can pass through the suffering, through the dark night, singing a song. And if one can pass through the dark night singing a song and dancing, then why unnecessarily torture yourself? Make this whole journey from here to here just a beautiful laughing matter.

There is a beautiful statement of Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi, one of the greatest Sufi masters ever. He says: Come, come, whoever you are; Wanderer, worshipper, lover of learning... It does not matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vow A thousand times. Come, come, yet again come.

Remember this beautiful statement: "Ours is not a caravan of despair." I can also say this. Ours is not a caravan of despair, it is a celebration--it is the celebration of life. People become religious out of misery, and the person who becomes religious out of misery becomes religious for the wrong reasons. And if the very beginning is wrong, the end cannot be right.

Become religious out of joy, out of the experience of beauty that surrounds you, out of the immense gift of life that God has given to you. Become religious out of gratitude, thankfulness.

Ours is not a caravan of despair. It is a temple of joy, of song, of dance, of music, of creativity, of love and life. It does not matter. You may have broken all the rules--the rules of conduct, the rules of morality. In fact, anybody who has any guts is bound to break those rules. I agree with Jalaluddin Rumi: he says, Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand times. Intelligent people are bound to break all their vows many times, because life goes on changing, situations go on changing. And the vow is taken under pressure--maybe the fear of hell, the greed for heaven, respectability in society.... It is not coming from your innermost core.

When something comes from your own inner being, it is never broken. But then it is never a vow, it is a simple phenomenon like breathing. Come, come, yet again come! Everybody is welcome, without any conditions. You do not have to fulfill any requirements.

Osho


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 22, 2012, 12:28:41 AM
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Over I journey


Over I journey
And for each pain
A pleasant sting only
Shall one day remain.
Yet in a few moments
Then free am I,
And intoxicated
In Love's lap lie.
Life everlasting
Lifts, wave-like, at me,
I gaze from its summit
Down after thee.
Your lustre must vanish
Yon mound underneath --
A shadow will bring thee
Thy cooling wreath.
Oh draw at my heart, love,
Draw till I'm gone,
That, fallen asleep, I
Still may love on.
I feel the flow of
Death's youth-giving flood
To balsam and ether
Transform my blood --
I live all the daytime
In faith and in might
And in holy fire
I die every night.

Novalis

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 22, 2012, 12:39:27 AM
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Nectar Radha


When Radha's eyes bashfully meet Hari's,
     their delightful gestures
          entice His heart.

Her enchanting banter swindles His mind.
     Her words divulge an exquisite disposition.

She puts Her lips to His,
     filling that Abode of elixir
          with the nectar of Her very soul.

Although Krishna is an expert in all of love's spells,
     Radha captivates God
          with a few soft syllables.

Rasakhan

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 22, 2012, 12:51:07 AM
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To succeed you must have tremendous perseverance,
tremendous will.
“I will drink the ocean,” says the persevering soul,
“at my will mountains will crumble.”
Have that sort of energy, that sort of will.


Swami Vivekananda
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 22, 2012, 12:56:55 AM
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Truth, purity and unselfishness—
wherever these are present,
there is no power below or above the sun to crush the possessor thereof.
Equipped with these,
one individual is able to face the whole universe in opposition.


Swami Vivekananda

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 22, 2012, 01:28:33 AM
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SRI RAMANA SATGURU


12. His glorious feet are praised by the gods
Who stand around him in humble devotion.
He is the Way, the Door and the King of Pure Knowledge
This Ramana Sat-Guru!

13. The Lord of the Vedas, the Jewel of the Vedas,
He is the Vedas Incarnate.
The delighter in life eternal gained by the power of his love,
Is Ramana Sat-Guru!

14. He is the turiya state, the pure expanse,
The stage for world-play, the Witness pervading the seven worlds
And the whole universe, himself remaining unstained.
Transcendental is Ramana Sat-Guru!

15. He is the juice of the sweet fruit ripened on the tree of Awareness.
At one with That, he remains all by himself
As Being-Knowledge-Bliss,
Ramana Sat-Guru!

16. He is the dear Lord, dweller in the cavity of my heart,
In union with me like salt in water.
He is both father and mother to me. He is Reality Itself —
Ramana Sat-Guru!

17. Free from the troublesome waking,
dream and deep sleep states,
Perfect, beyond the reach of speech,
The meaning of the mahavakya
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Is Ramana Sat-Guru!
18. The ever-existent Reality is this Brahmin,
Who is beyond caste and creed, beginningless,
The untainted Lord of Knowledge,
The Light revealed in Love — Ramana Sat-Guru!

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Ramana Sat-Guru, Ramana Sat-Guru,
Ramana Sat-Guru, my Lord!
Ramana Sat-Guru, Ramana Sat-Guru,
Ramana Sat-Guru, my Lord!

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: eranilkumarsinha on December 22, 2012, 07:12:31 AM
Dear Sri Jewell,

I wake up in the morning and go through your posts.
They enliven my heart with zeal and enthusiasm for the day ahead.

Thanks very much.
Pranam,
  Anil
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Ravi.N on December 22, 2012, 07:32:44 AM
Jewell,
Nectar ,pure and unadulterated!Thanks very much.
Namaskar.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 22, 2012, 03:06:10 PM
Dear Sri Anil, I am so happy to know this! It fills my heart with such joy and sweetness,this beautiful satsang,a sharing,one Divine comunion. We are conected with each other by Bhagavan,by His love toward us,and ours toward Him. It melts my heart,that love which join our hearts in this sacred quest of Truth. Thank You Very much,dear Sri Anil,dear friend. With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 22, 2012, 03:12:09 PM
Dear Sri Ravi, Yes,pure,nektar Radha. It is beautiful and very sweet poem indeed. Very romantic in some way,and yet so profound and insightful. Thank You Very much,dear Sri Ravi! With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Nagaraj on December 22, 2012, 03:29:08 PM
In Radha Krishna literature, i have heard that, Krishna would yearn to be with Radha, being elsewhere, and being the Purusha everywhere else, used to curtail himself as nothing only before Radha. Surprisingly there is not any mention of Radha in Srimad Bhagavatam, (but i need to confirm)

Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Ravi.N on December 22, 2012, 03:36:08 PM
Jewell,
Just now noticed that you have posted earlier the poem on Radha!I had seen the Words of Swami Vivekananda and the Wonderful song on Bhagavan Sri Ramana that is one very dear to me.
Yes,the one on Radha is also  Nectar-as srimati indeed is the very epitome of prema.Thanks very much.
Namaskar.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 22, 2012, 04:22:12 PM
Dear Sri Nagaraj, I always loved the story about Krishna and Radha,and about Rama and Sita. I loved both of them because of such beautiful,pure and deep devotion and love. One of the first story i have read is the story about Sita and Rama. I was in love in that story from the begining. Later,i find stories on Radha and Krishna,and they captured my heart. They are symbol of true,unconditional,Divine love,and devotion. Sweet and heart thouching.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 22, 2012, 04:28:26 PM
Dear Sri Ravi, Yes,they are all nektar. I thought You ment on this one because of that word. :) That poem dedicated to Bhagavan is very dear to me too. My favorite one!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 22, 2012, 04:36:40 PM
Dear Jewell,

Ramana Sadguru forms part of Sri Ramana Stuti Panchakam, written by Satyamangalam Venkataramana Iyer. He came to have
darshan of Sri Bhagavan in Virupaksha Cave and stayed for four days. On each day, he wrote, Kalai Pattu, Gummi Pattu,
PonnoLir Path and Paonnayotha Pathu. On his return home, he wrote Ramana Sadguru and sent it by post.

These poems were written much before Sri Bhagavan wrote Sri Arunachala Stuti Panchakam, in 1910-1911. Nochur Venkatarman
says it was Arunachala Himself came and sang these songs so that Sri Ramana also would open His mouth singing songs of 
bhakti and jnana.

These are the only poems apart from  Sri Bhagavan's poems which are sung in evening parayana. These are sung on
Saturday evenings.

Venakataramana Iyer did not turn up again to Tiruvannamalai again - even at the time of Sri Bhagvan's Maha Nirvana.

Arunachala Siva.     
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 22, 2012, 04:54:18 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir, Thank You for such detailed informations about this poem. I knew only who wrote them,but didnt know all this. Yes,it is indeed Lord Shiva who wrote these poems. And how wonderful is that! Imagine then what is possible for Him,for Arunachala! Everything! When i think about that,i realise that we dont need other Guru,we are having a living one already. Arunachala! Arunachala Ramana! With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Nagaraj on December 22, 2012, 08:02:57 PM
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          I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


William Wordsworth

Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 22, 2012, 11:27:12 PM
Dear Sri Nagaraj,

How beautiful and charming poem! I love his poetry and his stile. It is pure enjoyment for the reader.

Thank You Very much for sharing his and Yours,joined,work of art! :)

With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 23, 2012, 01:03:37 AM
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To the New Year


With what stillness at last
you appear in the valley
your first sunlight reaching down
to touch the tips of a few
high leaves that do not stir
as though they had not noticed
and did not know you at all
then the voice of a dove calls
from far away in itself
to the hush of the morning

so this is the sound of you
here and now whether or not
anyone hears it this is
where we have come with our age
our knowledge such as it is
and our hopes such as they are
invisible before us
untouched and still possible

 W. S. Merwin

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 23, 2012, 01:10:42 AM
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The Birds Find Their King


Once more they ventured from the Dust to raise
Their Eyes -- up to the Throne -- into the Blaze,
And in the Centre of the Glory there
Beheld the Figure of -- Themselves -- as 'twere
Transfigured -- looking to Themselves, beheld
The Figure on the Throne en-miracled,
Until their Eyes themselves and That between
Did hesitate which Seer was, which Seen;
They That, That They: Another, yet the Same;
Dividual, yet One: from whom there came
A Voice of awful Answer, scarce discern'd,
From which to Aspiration whose return'd
They scarcely knew; as when some Man apart
Answers aloud the Question in his Heart:
'The Sun of my Perfection is a Glass
Wherein from Seeing into Being pass.'

 Farid ud-Din Attar

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 23, 2012, 01:14:46 AM
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The Absolute works with nothing


The Absolute works with nothing.
The workshop, the materials
are what does not exist.

Try and be a sheet of paper with nothing on it.
Be a spot of ground where nothing is growing,
where something might be planted,
a seed, possibly, from the Absolute.

 Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 23, 2012, 01:24:12 AM
Wishful Thinking

The parable of the wish-fulfilling tree



The thinker is creative with his thoughts--this is one of the most fundamental truths to be understood. All that you experience is your creation. First you create it, then you experience it, and then you are caught in the experience--because you don't know that the source of all exists in you.

Once a man was traveling, accidentally he entered paradise. In the Indian concept of paradise there are wish-fulfilling trees, kalpatarus. You just sit underneath them, desire anything, and immediately it is fulfilled--there is no gap between the desire and its fulfillment. You think, and immediately it becomes a thing; the thought realizes automatically.

These kalpatarus are nothing but symbolic for the mind. Mind is creative, creative with its thoughts.

The man was tired, so he fell asleep under a wish-fulfilling tree. When he woke up he was feeling very hungry, so he said, "I wish I could get some food from somewhere." And immediately food appeared out of nowhere--just floating in the air, delicious food. He immediately started eating, and when he was feeling very satisfied, another thought arose in him: "If only I could get something to drink..." And there is no prohibition in paradise so immediately, precious wine appeared.

Drinking the wine, relaxed in the cool breeze of paradise under the shade of the tree, he started wondering, "What is happening? Have I fallen into a dream, or are some ghosts around and playing tricks with me?" And ghosts appeared! They were ferocious, horrible, nauseating. He started trembling, and a thought arose in him: "Now I am sure to be killed. These people are going to kill me." And he was killed.

This parable is an ancient parable, of immense significance. Your mind is the wish-fulfilling tree--whatsoever you think, sooner or later it is fulfilled. Sometimes the gap is such that you have completely forgotten that you had desired it in the first place--sometimes the gap is of years, or sometimes of lives, so you can't connect the source. But if you watch deeply you will find all your thoughts are creating you and your life. They create your hell, they create your heaven. They create your misery, they create your joy. They create the negative, they create the positive. Everybody is a magician, spinning and weaving a magic world around himself, and then he is caught--the spider itself is caught in its own web.

Once this is understood, things start changing. Then you can play around; then you can change your hell into heaven--it is just a question of painting it from a different vision. Or if you are so much in love with misery you can create as much as you want, to your heart's content. But then you are never complaining, because you know that it is your creation, it is your painting, you cannot make anybody feel responsible for it.

Then the whole responsibility is yours. Then a new possibility arises: you can drop creating the world, you can stop creating it. There is no need to create heaven and hell, there is no need to create at all. The creator can relax, retire. That retirement of the mind is meditation.

Osho


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 23, 2012, 01:30:02 AM
Prayer

Love and the law of Moses


Let your gestures be alive, spontaneous. Let your own awareness decide your lifestyle, life pattern. Don't allow anybody else to decide it. That is a sin, to allow anybody else to decide it.

Why is it a sin?--because you will never be in it. It will remain superficial, it will be hypocrisy. Don't ask anybody how to pray. Let the moment decide, let the moment be decisive, and the truth of the moment should be your prayer. And once you allow the truth of the moment to possess you, you will start growing and you will know tremendous beauties of prayer. You have entered on the path.

A famous story about Moses:
He was passing through a forest and he saw a man praying. The man was saying such absurd things that Moses had to stop. What the man was saying was profane, sacrilegious. He was saying, "God, you must be feeling sometimes very alone--I can come and be always with you like a shadow. Why suffer loneliness when I am here? And I am not a useless person either--I will give you a good bath, and I will take all the lice from your hair and your body..."

Lice?! Moses could not believe his ears: what is this man talking about? "And I will cook food for you--everybody likes what I cook. And I will prepare your bed and I will wash your clothes. When you are ill I will take care of you. I will be a mother to you, a wife to you, a servant, a slave--I can be all kinds of things. Just give me a hint so I can come..."

Moses stopped him and said, "What are you doing? To whom are you talking? Lice in God's hair? He needs a bath? Stop this nonsense! This is not prayer. God will be offended by you."

Looking at Moses, the man fell at his feet. He said, "I am sorry. I am an illiterate, ignorant man. I don't know how to pray. Please, you teach me!"

So Moses taught him the right way to pray, and he was very happy because he had put a man on the right track. Happy, puffed up in his ego, Moses went away. And when he was alone in the forest, a thundering voice came from the sky and said, "Moses, I have sent you into the world to bring people to me, to bridge people with me, but not to take my lovers away from me. And that's exactly what you have done. That man is one of the most intimate to me. Go back and apologize. Take your prayer back! You have destroyed the whole beauty of his dialogue. He is sincere, he is loving. His love is true. Whatsoever he was saying, he was saying from his heart, it was not a ritual. Now what you have given to him is just a ritual. He will repeat it but it will be only on the lips; it will not be coming from his being."

Osho


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 23, 2012, 01:34:45 AM
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We are ever free if we would only believe it,
only have faith enough.
You are the soul,
free and eternal,
ever free,
ever blessed.
Have faith enough
and you will be free in a minute.


Swami Vivekanada

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 23, 2012, 01:39:16 AM
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We must approach religion with reverence and with love,
and our heart will stand up and say, this is truth,
and this is untruth.


We must be bright and cheerful.
Long faces do not make religion.
Religion should be the most joyful thing in the world,
because it is the best.


Swami Vivekananda

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 23, 2012, 01:51:17 AM
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Star Teachers


Even as a bird sprays many-coloured fires,
The plumes of paradise, the dying light
Rays through the fevered air in misty spires
     That vanish in the heights.

These myriad eyes that look on me are mine;
Wandering beneath them I have found again
The ancient ample moment, the divine,
     The God-root within men.

For this, for this the lights innumerable
As symbols shine that we the true light win:
For every star and every deep they fill     
     Are stars and deeps within.

AE (George William Russell)

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Nagaraj on December 23, 2012, 01:10:23 PM
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Always dear to me was this hermit’s hill,
And this hedge that always separates me
From looking at the distant horizon, but
Seated here and lost in an endless meditation
Which discovers a vaster space within,
Boundless silence and deep inner quiet,
My heart is nearly overcome. And like the wind
Murmuring among the leaves to which I compare
Its beating, this infinite silence, this inner voice
So with my mind I encompass an eternity,
And the seasons die, and the present lives
In that sound. And in the middle of all that
Immensity, my thought drowns itself:
Sweet to me, to be shipwrecked in this sea.


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Leopardi
(translated by Richard Jackson)

Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 23, 2012, 01:24:34 PM
Dear Nagaraj,

See this Nammazhwar's verse in Tiruvoimozhi:

உளனெனி லுளனவ னுருவமிவ் வுருவுகள்
உளனல னெனிலவன் அருவமிவ் வருவுகள்
உளனென விலனென விவைகுண முடைமையில்
உளனிரு தகைமையொ டொழிவிலன் பரந்தே. 1.1.9

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 23, 2012, 10:14:43 PM
Beautiful poem,dear Sri Nagaraj. Somehow,almost melancholic,and yet optimisic,looking on this world and nature,wastness...
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 23, 2012, 10:24:22 PM
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May the light of your soul guide you


May the light of your soul guide you.
May the light of your soul bless the work
You do with the secret love and warmth of your heart.
May you see in what you do the beauty of your own soul.
May the sacredness of your work bring healing, light and renewal to those
Who work with you and to those who see and receive your work.
May your work never weary you.
May it release within you wellsprings of refreshment, inspiration and excitement.
May you be present in what you do.
May you never become lost in the bland absences.
May the day never burden you.
May dawn find you awake and alert, approaching your new day with dreams,
Possibilities and promises.
May evening find you gracious and fulfilled.
May you go into the night blessed, sheltered and protected.
May your soul calm, console and renew you.

 John O'Donohue

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 23, 2012, 10:51:37 PM
One Beautiful,Beautiful story,the first one which i read,and it left deep impression on me. We can learn from it what kind of faith,determination,will and perservance we should have in spiritual,and in worldly matters.

Savitri
A Tale of Ancient India



In India, in the time of legend, there lived a king with many wives but not one child. Morning and evening for eighteen years, he faced the fire on the sacred altar and prayed for the gift of children.
Finally, a shining goddess rose from the flames.
“I am Savitri, child of the Sun. By your prayers, you have won a daughter.”
Within a year, a daughter came to the king and his favorite wife. He named her Savitri, after the goddess.
Beauty and intelligence were the princess Savitri’s, and eyes that shone like the sun. So splendid was she, people thought she herself was a goddess. Yet, when the time came for her to marry, no man asked for her.
Her father told her, “Weak men turn away from radiance like yours. Go out and find a man worthy of you. Then I will arrange the marriage.”
In the company of servants and councilors, Savitri traveled from place to place. After many days, she came upon a hermitage by a river crossing. Here lived many who had left the towns and cities for a life of prayer and study.
Savitri entered the hall of worship and bowed to the eldest teacher. As they spoke, a young man with shining eyes came into the hall. He guided another man, old and blind.
“Who is that young man?” asked Savitri softly.
“That is Prince Satyavan,” said the teacher, with a smile. “He guides his father, a king whose realm was conquered. It is well that Satyavan’s name means ‘Son of Truth,’ for no man is richer in virtue.”
When Savitri returned home, she found her father sitting with the holy seer named Narada.
“Daughter,” said the king, “have you found a man you wish to marry?”
“Yes, father. His name is Satyavan.”
Narada gasped. “Not Satyavan! Princess, no man could be more worthy, but you must not marry him! I know the future. Satyavan will die, one year from today.”
The king said, “Do you hear, daughter? Choose a different husband!”
Savitri trembled but said, “I have chosen Satyavan, and I will not choose another. However long or short his life, I wish to share it.”
Soon the king rode with Savitri to arrange the marriage.
Satyavan was overjoyed to be offered such a bride. But his father, the blind king, asked Savitri, “Can you bear the hard life of the hermitage? Will you wear our simple robe and our coat of matted bark? Will you eat only fruit and plants of the wild?”
Savitri said, “I care nothing about comfort or hardship. In palace or in hermitage, I am content.”
That very day, Savitri and Satyavan walked hand in hand around the sacred fire in the hall of worship. In front of all the priests and hermits, they became husband and wife.
* * *

For a year, they lived happily. But Savitri could never forget that Satyavan’s death drew closer.
Finally, only three days remained. Savitri entered the hall of worship and faced the sacred fire. There she prayed for three days and nights, not eating or sleeping.
“My love,” said Satyavan, “prayer and fasting are good. But why be this hard on yourself?”
Savitri gave no answer.
The sun was just rising when Savitri at last left the hall. She saw Satyavan heading for the forest, an ax on his shoulder.
Savitri rushed to his side. “I will come with you.”
“Stay here, my love,” said Satyavan. “You should eat and rest.”
But Savitri said, “My heart is set on going.”
Hand in hand, Savitri and Satyavan walked over wooded hills. They smelled the blossoms on flowering trees and paused beside clear streams. The cries of peacocks echoed through the woods.
While Savitri rested, Satyavan chopped firewood from a fallen tree. Suddenly, he dropped his ax.
“My head aches.”
Savitri rushed to him. She laid him down in the shade of a tree, his head on her lap.
“My body is burning! What is wrong with me?”
Satyavan’s eyes closed. His breathing slowed.
Savitri looked up. Coming through the woods to meet them was a princely man. He shone, though his skin was darker than the darkest night. His eyes and his robe were the red of blood.
Trembling, Savitri asked, “Who are you?”
A deep, gentle voice replied. “Princess, you see me only by the power of your prayer and fasting. I am Yama, god of death. Now is the time I must take the spirit of Satyavan.”
Yama took a small noose and passed it through Satyavan’s breast, as if through air. He drew out a tiny likeness of Satyavan, no bigger than a thumb.
Satyavan’s breathing stopped.
Yama placed the likeness inside his robe. “Happiness awaits your husband in my kingdom. Satyavan is a man of great virtue.”
Then Yama turned and headed south, back to his domain.
Savitri rose and started after him.
Yama strode smoothly and swiftly through the woods, while Savitri struggled to keep up. At last, he stopped to face her.
“Savitri! You cannot follow to the land of the dead!”
“Lord Yama, I know your duty is to take my husband. But my duty as his wife is to stay beside him.”
“Princess, that duty is at an end. Still, I admire your loyalty. I will grant you a favor—anything but the life of your husband.”
Savitri said, “Please restore my father-in-law’s kingdom and his sight.”
“His sight and his kingdom shall be restored.”
Yama again headed south. Savitri followed.
Along a river bank, thorns and tall sharp grass let Yama pass untouched. But they tore at Savitri’s clothes and skin.
“Savitri! You have come far enough!”
“Lord Yama, I know my husband will find happiness in your kingdom. But you carry away the happiness that is mine!”
“Princess, even love must bend to fate. Still, I admire your devotion. I will grant you another favor—anything but the life of your husband.”
Savitri said, “Grant many more children to my father.”
“Your father shall have many more children.”
Yama once more turned south. Again, Savitri followed.
Up a steep hill Yama glided, while Savitri clambered after him. At the top, he halted.
“Savitri! I forbid you to come farther!”
“Lord Yama, you are respected and revered by all. Yet, no matter what may come, I will remain by Satyavan!”
“Princess, I tell you for the last time, you will not! Still, I can only admire your courage and your firmness. I will grant you one last favor—anything but the life of your husband.”
“Then grant many children to me. And let them be children of Satyavan!”
Yama’s eyes grew wide as he stared at Savitri. “You did not ask for your husband’s life, yet I cannot grant your wish without releasing him. Princess! Your wit is as strong as your will.”
Yama took out the spirit of Satyavan and removed the noose. The spirit flew north, quickly vanishing from sight.
“Return, Savitri. You have won your husband’s life.”
The sun was just setting when Savitri again laid Satyavan’s head in her lap.
His chest rose and fell. His eyes opened.
“Is the day already gone? I have slept long. But what is wrong, my love? You smile and cry at the same time!”
“My love,” said Savitri, “let us return home.”
* * *

Yama was true to all he had promised. Savitri’s father became father to many more. Satyavan’s father regained both sight and kingdom.
In time, Satyavan became king, and Savitri his queen. They lived long and happily, blessed with many children. So they had no fear or tears when Yama came again to carry them to his kingdom.

Retold by Aaron Shepard


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 23, 2012, 11:00:51 PM
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To Tu Fu from Shantang


You ask how I spend my time--
I nestle against a treetrunk
and listen to autumn winds
in the pines all night and day.

Shantung wine can't get me drunk.
The local poets bore me.
My thoughts remain with you,
like the Wen River, endlessly flowing.

 Li Po

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 23, 2012, 11:04:42 PM
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Beauty Radiated in Eternity


Beauty radiated in eternity
With its light;
Love was born
And set the worlds alight.

It revealed itself to angels
Who knew not how to love;
It turned shyly towards man
And set fire to his heart.

Reason ventured to light
Its own flame and wear the crown,
But Your radiance
Turned the world
Of reason upside down.

Others got pleasure
As was their fate.
My heart was
Towards sadness inclined;
For me, sorrow was destined.

Beauty yearned to see itself;
It turned to man to sing its praise.

Hafiz wrote this song
Drunk with Love,
From a heart
Carrying a happy secret.

Hafiz

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 23, 2012, 11:19:30 PM
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Fair mothers, my sweet ambrosia
(from Nacciyar Tirumoli)


Fair mothers, my sweet ambrosia
Of Srirangam
With his lovely hair, his lovely mouth
His lovely eyes
And the lovely lotus from his belly button —
My husband —
Has my loose bangle
Made me lose indeed!

My Lord of Srirangam,
Rich and righteous,
Who owns this sea-swept earth entire
And the sky
Has made his possessions
Now complete
With the bangle which I wore
On my hand!

Andal

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 23, 2012, 11:47:52 PM
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Be strong! …
You talk of ghosts and devils.
We are the living devils.
The sign of life is strength and growth.
The sign of death is weakness.
Whatever is weak, avoid!
It is death.
If it is strength,
go down into hell and get hold of it!
There is salvation only for the brave.
"None but the brave deserves the fair."
None but the bravest deserves salvation.


Swami Vivekananda

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 24, 2012, 12:03:50 AM
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Liberation is not to be gained hereafter.
It is there for ever
here and now.


Bhagavan Ramana Maharshi

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Ravi.N on December 24, 2012, 05:49:55 AM
Jewell,
What a Delight to read the Nachiar(Our Lady) Tirumozhi(Holy word)of Lady Andal and the wonderful picture of Mahavishnu.It is so apt that it is featured today on this auspicious day of Vaikunta Ekadasi as well as Christmas Eve.In the Sri Ramakrishna Mutt,there will be a discourse on The Life and Teachings of Lord Jesus Christ(17:30 hrs-18:30 Hrs)and there will be chanting of Ram Naam(shuddha Brahma paratpara Ram)from 19:00 hrs to 20:00 hrs.I wish to recall that Rakhal Maharaj(Swami Brahmananda,spiritual son of Sri Ramakrishna)had the Darshan of Lord Jesus in this very premises on Christmas Eve.
Thanks very much.
Namaskar.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Nagaraj on December 24, 2012, 06:24:17 AM
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...when I look at the stars blazing in the sky,
musing I say to myself:
‘What are these sparks,
this infinite air, this deep
infinite clarity? What does this
vast solitude mean? And what am I?’
So I question.


(Leopardi)

(Translated by A. S. Kline)

Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 24, 2012, 04:43:33 PM
Dear Sri Ravi, How wonderful! I didnt know that this day is auspicious for one reason more. I heard about Sri Ramakrishna's disciple and His vision of Jesus,i think from You in this forum. I dont know why,but i always felt that Jesus was Avatar of Vishnu. I dont know why,and i dont know if that is writen somewhere,or not,but i always felt that way. Beautiful,two Great reasons for celebration. And,indeed,Lady Andal songs are so sweet and heart thouching,so,so Beautiful! Thank You Very much! With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 24, 2012, 04:54:49 PM
Dear Ravi,

Yes. Sri Ramakrishna said: There is only one God for all. Some call jal, some call water, some call pAni - all the same. All are
water only.

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 25, 2012, 12:19:53 AM
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How Truth Praises Such Souls


Truth praises those who are such, and she says:

O emerald and precious gem,
True diamond, queen and empress,
You give everything from your fine nobility,
Without asking from Love her riches,
Except the willing of her divine pleasure.
Thus is this right by righteousness,
For it is the true path
of Fine Love, whoever wishes to remain on it.
O deepest spring and fountain sealed,
Where the sun is subtly hidden,
You send your rays, says Truth, through divine knowledge;
We know it through true Wisdom:
Her splendor makes us completely luminous.

Soul:

O Truth, says this Soul, for God's sake, do not say
That of myself I might ever say something of Him,
Save through Him;
And this is true, do not doubt it,
I was never lady by myself in this.
And if it pleases you to know whose I am,
I will say it through pure courtesy:
Love holds me so completely in her domain,
That I have neither sense, nor will,
Nor reason to do anything,
Except through her, as you know.

 Marguerite Porete

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 25, 2012, 12:25:57 AM
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The Bliss of With


I
You have come to me out of antiquities
We have loved one another for generations
We have loved one another for centuries

You teach me to trust the voice of my voices
You teach me to believe my own believings
You touch the palpability of my possibilities

Together we reflect what our mirrors conceal
Together we upgrade the sun in our meridians
We remain open night and day to transcendence

You are incompletely disguised as a mortal
You are the eternal stranger I have always known
I saw your wings this morning
I saw your wings this morning

 James Broughton

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 25, 2012, 12:31:45 AM
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The full moon day of Margazhi is here
(from Tiruppavai)


The full moon day of Margazhi is here
What an auspicious day it is!

O dear ornamented girls
who thrive in Brindavana,
overflowing with prosperity

Come along, let us go bathe,
Come along if you so desire.

Narayana --
The son of Nandagopa,
whose sharp spear is readily so cruel --
The young lion of Yashoda,
whose eyes are so full of love --
With dark body
red eyes
face like the sun and moon

Narayana alone
will give us
The drum!

So join us, so that the people
Of the world will celebrate.

Andal

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 25, 2012, 12:35:09 AM
Light on the Path


The philosopher, the mystic and the thunderstorm


A flash of lightning does not light your path, it does not serve you like a lamp in your hand; it only gives you a flash, a glimpse of the road ahead. But this single glimpse is very precious; now your feet are firm, now your will is strong, now your resolve to reach your destination is strengthened. You have seen the road and you know it is there and that you are not wandering aimlessly. One flash of lightning and you get a glimpse of the road you have to travel, and of the temple that is your journey's destination.

I have heard about two men who were lost in a forest on a very dark night. It was a very dangerous forest, full of wild animals, very dense, with darkness all around. One man was a philosopher and the other was a mystic.

Suddenly, there was a storm, a crashing of the clouds, and great lightning. The philosopher looked at the sky, the mystic looked at the path. In that moment of lightning, the path was before him, illuminated. The philosopher looked at the lightning, and started wondering, "What is happening?" and missed the path.

You are lost in a forest denser than that of the story. The night is darker. Sometimes a flash of lightning comes--look at the path. A Chuang Tzu is lightning, a Buddha is lightning, I am lightning. Don't look at me, look at the path. If you look at me, you have already missed, because lightning will not continue. It lasts only for a moment--and the moment is rare when eternity penetrates time; it is just like lightning.

If you look at the lightning, if you look at a buddha--and a buddha is beautiful, the face fascinates, the eyes are magnetic--if you look at the buddha, you have missed the path. Look at the path, forget the buddha.

Look at the path and do something--follow the path, act. Thinking will not lead you, only action, because thinking goes on in the head. It can never become total; only when you act, it is total. Become interested in life!--living is the real thing. Don't go on collecting information about what meditation is--meditate! Don't go on collecting information about what dancing is--there are encyclopedias on dance, but the whole thing is utterly meaningless if you don't dance yourself. Throw all those encyclopedias! Unburden yourself from knowledge and start living.

And when you start living, then ordinary things are transformed into extraordinary beauty. Just small things--life consists of small things--but when you bring the quality of intense, passionate love they are transformed, they become luminous.

Osho


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 25, 2012, 12:42:06 AM
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In a sense,
speaking of Self-Realisation is a delusion.
It is only because people have been under the delusion
that the not-self is the Self
and the unreal the real that they have to be wean and out of it
by the other delusion called Self-Realisation;
because actually the Self always is the Self
and there is no such thing as realising it.
Who is to realise what,
and how,
when all that exists is the Self
and nothing but the Self?


Bhagavan Ramana Maharshi

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 25, 2012, 06:40:18 PM
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God is "what is nearer to you than your neck-vein,"


God is "what is nearer to you than your neck-vein,"
You have cast the arrow of speculation afar off.
O you, who have made ready your bow and arrows,
The game is close to you, and you shoot too far off.
The further a man shoots, the further off he is,
And the more removed from the treasure he seeks.
The philosopher kills himself with thinking,
Tell him that his back is turned to that treasure;
Tell him that the more he runs to and fro,
The further he is removed from his heart's desire.
The Almighty says, "Make efforts in our ways,"
Not "Make efforts away from us," O restless one.

Jelaluddin Rumi

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 25, 2012, 06:45:55 PM
Dear Jewell,

Nice one. Thank you.

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 25, 2012, 06:50:25 PM
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Secretly we spoke,


Secretly we spoke,
     that wise one and me.
I said, Tell me the secrets of the world.
He said, Sh... Let silence
Tell you the secrets of the world.

Jelaluddin Rumi

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 26, 2012, 03:11:59 AM
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Visit to the Cold Clear Spring


Ah! when the darkness blinds the orb of day
This cold clear spring chatters my grief away,
And, as the current whirls along,
She lilts a little wordless song;
This little wizard, clear and cold,
Echoes the thoughts I left untold,
And for music I have the sound
Of the tall pines surging round.

 Li Po

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 26, 2012, 03:45:20 AM
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Seizing my life in your hands, you thrashed me clean


...Glorious is the moment we sit in the palace, you and I
Two forms, two faces, but a single soul, you and I
The flowers will blaze and bird cries shower us with immortality
The moment we enter the garden, you and I
All the stars of heaven will run out to gaze at us
As we burn as the full moon itself, you and I
The fire winged birds of heaven will rage with envy
In that place we laugh ecstatically, you and I
What a miracle, you and I, entwined in the same nest
While I am here in Konya, and you are in Khorassan
What a miracle, you and I, one love, one lover, one Fire
In this world and the next, in an ecstasy without end.

Rumi

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 26, 2012, 03:53:09 AM
Authenticity

Milarepa and the false teacher


The real thing is not a path. The real thing is the authenticity of the seeker. Let me emphasize this.

You can travel on any path. If you are sincere and authentic, you will reach the goal. Some paths may be hard, some may be easier, some may have greenery on both sides, some may be moving through deserts, some may have beautiful scenery around them, some may not have any scenery around them, that's another thing; but if you are sincere and honest and authentic and true, then each path leads to the goal.

So it simply can be reduced to one thing: that authenticity is the path. No matter what path you follow, if you are authentic, every path leads to the goal. And the opposite is also true: no matter what path you follow, if you are not authentic you will not reach anywhere. Your authenticity brings you back home, nothing else. All paths are secondary. The basic thing is to be authentic, to be true.

It is reported about one great mystic, Milarepa:
When he went to his master in Tibet he was so humble, so pure, so authentic, that other disciples became jealous of him. It was certain that he would be the successor. And of course there was politics, so they tried to kill him.

One day they said to him, "If you really believe in the master, can you jump from the hill? If you really believe, if the trust is there, then nothing, no harm, is going to happen." And Milarepa jumped without even hesitating for a single moment. They rushed down... because it was almost a three-thousand-foot deep valley. They went down to find his scattered bones--but he was sitting there in a lotus posture, very happy, tremendously happy. He opened his eyes and said, "You are right, trust protects."

They thought it must be some coincidence, so when a house was on fire one day they told him, "If you love your master and you trust, you can go in." He rushed in to save the woman and the child who were left inside. He rushed in, and the fire was so great that the other disciples were hoping that he would die--but when he came back out with the woman and child, he was not burned at all. And he became more and more radiant, because the trust....

One day they were going somewhere, they were to cross a river, and they told him, "You need not go in the boat. You have such great trust, you can walk on the river"--and he walked.

That was the first time the master saw him. He was not aware that Milarepa had been told to jump into the valley and told to go into the burning house. But that time he was there on the bank and he saw Milarepa walking on the water and he said, "What are you doing? It is impossible!"

And Milarepa said, "Not impossible at all! I am doing it by your power, sir."

Now the Master thought, "If my name and my power can do this to this ignorant, stupid man.... I have never tried it myself,"...so he tried. He drowned. Nothing has been heard about him after that.

Osho


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 26, 2012, 04:09:10 AM
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What the world wants is character.
The world is in need of those whose life is one burning love—selfless.
That love will make every word tell like a thunderbolt.
Aware, awake, great souls!
The world is burning in misery.
Can you sleep?


When once you consider an action,
do not let anything dissuade you.
Consult your heart, not others,
and then follow its dictates.


Whatever you believe, that you will be.
If you believe yourselves to be sages,
sages you will be tomorrow.
There is nothing to obstruct you.


Swami Vivekananda

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 26, 2012, 05:08:33 AM
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FREE  AND  EASY


Happiness cannot be found
through great effort and willpower,
but is already present, in open relaxation
and letting go.

Don't strain yourself:
there is nothing to do nor undo.
Whatever momentarily arises in the body mind
has no real importance at all,
has little reality whatsoever.
Why identify with, and become attached to it,
passing judgement upon it and ourselves?

Far better to simply
let the entire game happen on its own,
springing up and falling back like waves -
without changing or manipulating anything -
and notice how everything vanishes and
reappears, magically, again and again,
time without end.

Only our searching for happiness
prevents us from seeing it.
It's like a vivid rainbow which you pursue
without ever catching,
or a dog chasing its own tail.
Although peace and happiness do not exist
as an actual thing or place,
it is always available
and accompanies you every instant.

Don't believe in the reality
of good and bad experiences;
they are like today's ephemeral weather,
like rainbows in the sky.

Wanting to grasp the ungraspable,
you exhaust yourself in vain.
As soon as you open and relax
this tight fist of grasping,
infinite space is there -
open, inviting and comfortable.

Make use of this spaciousness, this freedom
and natural ease.
Don't search any further.
Don't go into the entangled jungle
looking for the great awakened elephant
who is already resting quietly at home
in front of your own hearth.

Nothing to do or undo.
Nothing to force,
nothing to want
and nothing missing.

Emaho! Marvellous!
Everything happens by itself.

LAMA  GUENDUN  RINPOCHÉ
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 26, 2012, 05:16:03 AM
THE  WAY  OF  THE  WARRIOR


THE  Way of the Warrior is simple, my dear ones. However, it may be simple but it's not always easy. Today I would like to give you a few of my simple guidelines or "rules of the road", if you will. And that road is the Way of the Warrior.


The Warrior always speaks her truth - no matter what the circumstances.

The Warrior is totally detached from what others think and say about her. [This is absolutely necessary if she's going to observe the first rule above.]

The Warrior always does her best to see the Divinity in all that is. In this way, she shall never have any desire to own, control, manipulate, misuse or abuse any of the Great Spirit's creatures.

The Warrior always follows the highest path as dictated by the highest authority in the universe - herself.

The Warrior totally trusts in - and surrenders to - the flow of her life. She knows all is as it should be. Therefore, she must always completely trust in - and surrender to - her higher Self, her Soul, the Great Spirit.

The Warrior knows all Love, all Wisdom, all Power lie within her - within her mind, her body, her heart, her Soul. There is nothing to seek, nothing to find, nowhere to go - except WITHIN.

The Warrior knows with absolute certainty she has never made a mistake - she can never make a mistake. All of her life is simply a lesson in this classroom called planet Earth. She learns as she goes. All is as it should be.

The Warrior never takes life on planet Earth too seriously. It's all a game, after all - a game in the classroom of planet Earth. And games should be fun. Enjoy the game - it won't last forever!

The Warrior's heart is always full - and always grateful. She never knows lack or emptiness - except, that is, when she creates those illusions by getting too infatuated with the Great Illusion - the human experience.

The Warrior knows the Great Illusion creates some highly interesting challenges - for example, the challenge to rise above the Great Illusion.

As she rises above the Great Illusion, the Warrior knows this experience is as it should be - she has chosen it. And in this choosing, she is remembering her way back to the Light - back to her Home. That was the only reason for choosing the Great Illusion in the first place.

The Warrior knows all her brothers and sisters on planet Earth have the same destination she does - HOME. But each may take a different path. And the Warrior knows that's okay! All will get Home - no matter what path they take. It cannot be otherwise - for ALL paths lead Home.

The Warrior knows the way of the wind. She loves the wind, but she knows she cannot capture it - she cannot own it. She can love it, luxuriate in its presence, glory in its energy. But if she tries to capture it, it becomes something other than what it truly is - it becomes still and stagnant air.

She can never possess it completely - unless she refuses to ever own it - unless she refuses to ever have sovereignty over it. She can possess it only by letting it be free - by letting it be what it is.

It cannot be otherwise. The Way of the Warrior is the Way of the Wind.

 Chief Joseph
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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Beloved Abstract on December 26, 2012, 06:59:09 PM
so many rules ..... so little time

 :)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 26, 2012, 07:07:30 PM
The rules are for the one who needs time. :) And,really,only one rule. Let go. :)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 26, 2012, 07:26:42 PM
NOW

NOW  is the only 'time' one is ever concerned with.



Reader, consider this a moment, because here and now, a magnificent first fact of Truth begins to unfold. It has to do with now; the primacy of now; the allness of now; the absoluteness of now.

When do we see a flower? That is, what time does does the seeing take place? I see the flower now, we say.

When do we see the picture of a flower in a book? Now. When do we smell the fragrance of a rose? When do we touch it, enjoy it, experience it? Now.

When does one hear a voice or a melody? When does one experience the occurrence of any event? Now!

Listen carefully: When do we remember the event? When do we reminisce about the event? When do we think about the past? Now; always now!

When do we dream of a future event? When do we plan and calculate concerning future activities? Now. All experience, all activity, all memory of the past, dream of the future, thinking and thought taking are inevitably, invariably 'happening' in the now. Isn't this so? So you see, it becomes evident to anyone who stops long enough to acknowledge it, now is the only time we are ever concerned with. It is always now! We cannot escape it.

Even so, what has humanity done to now? What has man done to this ubiquitious, all-inclusive, ever-present now? He has made it the most infinitesimal part of a great time system. He has sandwiched it between a past that stretches infinitely in one direction, and a future that extends forever in the other. He has relegated it to the merest razor's edge on a sliding scale between a past and a future. Is this not so? To humanity, now - this very moment of Awareness - is so fleeting, so ephemeral and transitory, that one cannot find it on the very device used to measure it. Try to point to now on your watch and it is instantly past, a memory.

Ah, but when do we recall the memory? Now. When do we see the watch? Now. When does one speculate about the fleeting nature of humanity's time? Now. When does one awaken to the fact that he is never concerned with a past or a future except right now? Now! When does one experience? Now. So, reader, when do you expect to discover Reality? When do you expect to experience a 'healing' or a 'demonstration'? When do you expect to experience completeness and happiness? Now!

WILLIAM  SAMUEL


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Nagaraj on December 26, 2012, 07:37:06 PM
Solitary bird, you sing
from the crest of the ancient tower
to the landscape, while day dies:
while music wanders the valley.
Spring brightens
the air around, exults in the fields,
so the heart is moved to see it.
Flocks are bleating, herds are lowing:
more birds happily make a thousand
circles in the clear sky, all around,
celebrating these happy times:
you gaze pensively, apart, at it all:
no companions, and no flight,
no pleasures call you, no play:
you sing, and so see out
the year, the sweet flowering of your life.

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(Leopardi)
(Translated by A. S. Kline)

Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 26, 2012, 07:43:06 PM
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Song of Solomon


The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth:
for thy love is better than wine.
Because of the savour of thy good ointments
thy name is as ointment poured forth,
therefore do the virgins love thee.
Draw me, we will run after thee:
the king hath brought me into his chambers:
we will be glad and rejoice in thee,
we will remember thy love more than wine:
the upright love thee.

--I have compared thee,
O my love,
to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels,
thy neck with chains of gold.
We will make thee borders of gold
with studs of silver.

--My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire
in the vineyards of Engedi.
Behold, thou art fair, my love;
behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yes,
pleasant: also our bed is green.
The beams of our house are cedar,
and our rafters of fir.

Chapter 1

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 26, 2012, 08:06:27 PM
Dear Sri Nagaraj,

Beautiful poem,with some enjoyment in all worlds beauty, and again,some melancholiy... He truly loved the nature,and that i love most in his poems,but that quiet sadness i can feel everywhere in His works.

Thank You Very much!

With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 26, 2012, 08:18:24 PM
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In one salutation to thee, my God (from Gitanjali)


In one salutation to thee, my God,
let all my senses spread out and touch this world at thy feet.
     Like a rain-cloud of July hung low with its burden of unshed showers
let all my mind bend down at thy door in one salutation to thee.
     Let all my songs gather together their diverse strains into a single current
and flow to a sea of silence in one salutation to thee.
     Like a flock of homesick cranes flying night and day back to their mountain nests
let all my life take its voyage to its eternal home
in one salutation to thee.

Rabindranath Tagore

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Nagaraj on December 26, 2012, 08:39:01 PM
Sri Jewel,

that melancholy and sadness arouses a feel of Bhakti, yearning, which is most beautiful.

Title: Our Deepest Fear
Post by: Nagaraj on December 26, 2012, 08:41:07 PM
Our Deepest Fear

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness
That most frightens us.

We ask ourselves
Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.

Your playing small
Does not serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking
So that other people won't feel insecure around you.

We are all meant to shine,
As children do.
We were born to make manifest
The glory of God that is within us.

It's not just in some of us;
It's in everyone.

And as we let our own light shine,
We unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we're liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.


(Marianne Williamson)

Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 26, 2012, 08:44:51 PM
Dear Sri Nagaraj,

Yes,i can see that.  :)

I find the longing to be most beautiful feeling,appart from love and joy itself.  But,then,peacefulnness have most high place.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 26, 2012, 08:50:54 PM
Dear Sri Nagaraj,

How Beautiful and Wonderful words! So true,so true! I love them. One cande will lighten all others.
There should be no fear at all. What can frighten us when we are Divine,we are the Creators and the spectators,we are All! We are the Beauty and Fearlesness itself! Yes we are all ment to shine,and we are shining eternaly!

Thank You so much!
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 26, 2012, 08:59:44 PM
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The eating bowl is not one bronze


The eating bowl is not one bronze
and the looking glass another.

     Bowl and mirror are one metal
     Giving back light
     one becomes a mirror.

          Aware, one is the Lord's;
          unaware, a mere human.

               Worship the lord without forgetting,
               the lord of the meeting rivers.

Basava
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 26, 2012, 09:08:28 PM
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May He Protect You


Krishna went out to play
Mother
and he ate dirt

Is that true Krishna

No
who said it

Your brother Balarama

Not true
Look at my face

Open your mouth

he opened it
and she stood speechless
inside was
the universe

may he protect you

 Candaka

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 26, 2012, 09:27:22 PM
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Raga Basant


One day,
a yearning arose in my heart,
and I went with
sandal shavings and essence
and so many perfumes,
so I could worship Brahma
in the temple.
But then the guru told me
that the Brahma I sought
dwelt in my very own heart.

Wherever I went
I met only water and stone --
but You remain
all-pervasive
and forever unchanging.
I read and searched
all the Vedas
and the Puranas;
I go to them
if I do not find Him here.

O my true guru,
I am your handmaid,
your living sacrifice,
for you have cut away
all my hardened doubts,
all my great fears.
Ramananda's lord
is the all-pervasive Brahma --
a guru's word
can destroy a million sins.

Ramananda

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 27, 2012, 05:28:45 AM
To attain this freedom, no effort nor method is necessary. You have not to tread on the beaten track. You have to find your true nature, find out who you are. You have to start there before trying to know anything else. Leave aside all methods, leave aside everything. Sit quiet and do not move. Do not move the mind, do not activate the mind nor the intellect. Then observe the observer itself and this will be your true nature, from where everything else comes. This is your own nature.

If you bring any questions of making an effort, of making it a method, or of trying to achieve something in the distant future, then this will bring you into time, and time is mind. This will be play of mind only, but your original nature is empty. You are all, at every time, empty. That's all! Then, follow what thought arises in your mind. You will find that all thoughts arise from emptiness, from their source. When you are aware, when you see that ,"I am that source itself", then there is no longer a need to practice anything and there is no longer a need to go anywhere. You will see that you already have been That. This is called freedom, which you have not to achieve or attain in the distant future. It is already there! So, if there are any questions about this, then we can discuss about this together.

Question: If one is aware that that is one's nature, but when there is any concept of time or movement there, then fear arises and there is hesitation.

Papaji: This is the fear of facing the emptiness, because you are living in so many things, so many concepts, you see. You are meant to face the emptiness, face to face, and you lose everything - all concepts of the past, present and future which you consider to be your life. You're holding on to them because the feeling is that you're living along with them. So, when they leave, you have the fear of dying in the ocean of nectar. The fear of death in the nectar. And what's the meaning of nectar? Eternity, deathlessness. So, we have fear of Eternity, that 'I' will become eternal. This is a fear because we want to cling onto something for our safety. We find that we are already holding on to the body, mind and senses. This is for our safety and we do not know that when we get rid of these things, we will have peace.

Papaji


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 27, 2012, 05:41:12 AM
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My soul is your temple, O Lord
(from Shiva Manasa Pooja)


My soul is your temple, O Lord,
My actions are your handmaids,
My body is your home,
My senses witness only you,
My sleep is pure meditation on you,
These walking feet are your journey,
Whatever falls from my mouth is prayer to you,
Oh Lord, everything I say and do are worship.

Shankara

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 27, 2012, 05:53:23 AM
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Silence, unmoved and rising


Silence, unmoved and rising,
Silence, unmoved and sheltering,
Silence, unmoved and permanent,
Silence, unmoved and brilliant,
Silence, broad and immense like the Ganga,
Silence, unmoved and increasing,
Silence, white and shining like the Moon,
Silence, the Essence of Siva.

 Civivakkiyar
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 27, 2012, 06:09:13 AM
Chalenge

The parable of the farmer and the wheat


Misery only means that things are not fitting with your desires--and things never fit with your desires, they cannot. Things simply go on following their nature. Lao Tzu calls this nature Tao. Buddha calls this nature Dhamma. Mahavir has defined religion as "the nature of things." Nothing can be done. Fire is hot and water is cool.

The wise man is one who relaxes with the nature of things, who follows the nature of things. And when you follow the nature of things, no shadow is cast. There is no misery. Even sadness is luminous then, even sadness has a beauty then. Not that sadness will not come--it will come, but it will not be your enemy. You will befriend it, because you will see its necessity. You will be able to see its grace, and you will be able to see why it is there and why it is needed.

I have heard an ancient parable--it must be very ancient, because God used to live on the earth in those days. One day a man came to him, an old farmer, and he said, "Look, you may be God, and you may have created the world, but one thing I must say to you: you are not a farmer. You don't know even the ABC of farming. You have something to learn."

God said, "What's your advice?"

The farmer said, "You give me one year's time, and just let things be according to me, and see what happens. There will be no poverty left!"

God was willing, and one year was given to the farmer. Naturally, he asked for the best, he thought only of the best--no thunder, no strong winds, no dangers for the crop. Everything was comfortable, cozy, and he was very happy. The wheat was growing so high! When he wanted sun, there was sun; when he wanted rain, there was rain, and as much as he wanted. This year everything was right, mathematically right. But when the crops were harvested, there was no wheat inside.

The farmer was surprised. He asked God, "What happened? What went wrong?"

God said, "Because there was no challenge, because there was no conflict, no friction, because you avoided all that was bad, the wheat remained impotent. A little struggle is a must. Storms are needed, thunder, lightning is needed. They shake up the soul inside the wheat."

This parable is of immense value. If you are just happy and happy and happy, happiness will lose all meaning. It will be as if somebody is writing with white chalk on a white wall. Nobody will ever be able to read it. You have to write on a black board, then it comes clear.

The night is as much needed as the day. And the days of sadness are as essential as the days of happiness. This I call understanding. Once you understand it, you relax--in that relaxation is surrender. You say, "Thy will be done." You say, "Do whatsoever you feel is right. If today clouds are needed, give me clouds. Don't listen to me, my understanding is tiny. What do I know of life and its secrets? Don't listen to me! You just go on doing your will." And, slowly slowly, the more you see the rhythm of life, the rhythm of duality, the rhythm of polarity, you stop asking, you stop choosing.

This is the secret. Live with this secret, and see the beauty. Live with this secret, and you will be suddenly surprised: How great is the blessing of life! How much is being showered on you every moment!

Osho


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 27, 2012, 06:13:17 AM
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Draw me after You!


Draw me after You!
We will run in the fragrance of Your perfumes,
     O heavenly Spouse!
I will run and not tire,
     until You bring me into the wine-cellar,
     until Your left hand is under my head
     and Your right hand will embrace me happily
     and You will kiss me with the happiest kiss of Your mouth.

 Clare of Assisi

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Beloved Abstract on December 27, 2012, 05:34:59 PM
 :)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 28, 2012, 06:19:19 AM
The open secret of real success


When it is morning, it is morning. When it is evening, it is evening. There is no question of choice. Drop the choice and you are free everywhere--freedom can be only in choicelessness. So when you are young, it is beautiful; when you are a child, it is beautiful; when you are old, it is beautiful; when you are dying, it is beautiful--because you are never separate from the total, you are just a wave in the ocean.

The wave in the ocean can start thinking of itself as an individual--then there will be trouble. The wave in the ocean never thinks of itself as separate, so wherever the ocean is taking her, she is willingly, joyously, dancingly moving in that direction.

A song from the mystic Kabir:
I talk to my inner lover and I say, why such rush? We sense that there is some sort of spirit that loves birds and animals and the ants--perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you in your mother's womb. Is it logical you would be walking around entirely orphaned now? The truth is, you turned away yourself, and decided to go into the dark alone. Now you are tangled up in others and have forgotten what you once knew, and that is why everything you do has some weird failure in it.

Things happen when they are needed to happen; things are bound to happen when they are needed to happen. All goes well--just trust. Remember the difference. The theologian will say, "Believe in the concept of God." The mystic says there is no need to believe in the concept of God, just sense the harmony in existence. It is not a concept, it is not a belief--you can sense it, it is everywhere.

It is almost tangible. The moment you think you are one with the whole, there is relaxation; a sudden let-go happens. You need not keep hold of yourself, you can relax. There is no need to remain tense, because there is no private goal to be attained by you. You flow with God. God's goal is your goal, his destiny is your destiny.

You don't have a private destiny--the private destiny brings problems. Have you not watched it in your own life? All that you do goes on failing. You still don't see the point--you think that you didn't do it as it should have been done, that's why it has failed. So you try another project and you fail again. Then you think that your skill is not enough, so you learn the skill and then you fail again. Then you think "The whole world is against me" or "Fate is against me" or "I am a victim of people's jealousies." You go on finding explanations for why you fail, but you never strike the real ground of your failure.

Kabir says: Failure means you-minus-God. That's Kabir's understanding. Failure is equal to you-minus-God, and success is equal to you-plus-God. Success is within God and with God. And remember, by 'God' I don't mean a person sitting somewhere in heaven, but the cosmic spirit. Sense the cosmic spirit, the Tao, the law that permeates the whole existence--out of which you are born, and to which one day you will return.

Osho


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 28, 2012, 06:38:57 AM
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Walkers With The Dawn

Being walkers with the dawn and morning,
Walkers with the sun and morning,
We are not afraid of night,
Nor days of gloom,
Nor darkness–
Being walkers with the sun and morning.

 Langston Hughes

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 28, 2012, 06:44:22 AM
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Love, infusing with light all who share Your splendor
(from In Praise of Divine Love)


Love, infusing with light all who share Your splendor,
You teach us the true light
Is not to be found in the light of this world.

Light that enlightens, light that teaches,
He who is not illumined by You
Does not reach the fullness of love.

Love, You give light
To the intellect in darkness
And illumine the Object of love.

Love, Your ardor,
Which enflames the heart,
Unites it with the Incarnate One.

Jacopone da Todi
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 28, 2012, 06:54:46 AM
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I'm the one who has the body


I'm the one who has the body,
you're the one who holds the breath.

You know the secret of my body,
I know the secret of your breath.

That's why your body
is in mine.

You know
and I know, Ramanatha,

the miracle

of your breath
in my body.

Devara Dasimayya
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 28, 2012, 07:04:20 AM
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"Nothing to do; nothing to lose"


"nothing to do; nothing to lose"
among the flowers, darkening clouds
above the pines, a sinking sun
spring deepens with urgent birdcalls
autumn declines to the cries of insects
dawn: darkness wrapped in darkness
this, the end of every quest.

 Shih Shu

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 28, 2012, 07:23:03 AM
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How is it I can love You


How is it I can love You
     within me,
     yet see You from afar?

How is it I embrace You
     within myself,
     yet see you spread across the heavens?

You know. You alone.
     You, who made this mystery,
     You who shine
like the sun in my breast,
     You who shine
     in my material heart,
          immaterially.

 Symeon the New Theologian

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 30, 2012, 07:09:49 PM
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The fire rises in me


The fire rises in me,
     and lights up my heart.
Like the sun!
Like the golden disk!
Opening, expanding, radiant --
     Yes!
     -- a flame!

I say again:
     I don't know
     what to say!

I'd fall silent
-- If only I could --
but this marvel
     makes my heart leap,
it leaves me open mouthed
     like a fool,

urging me
     to summon words
     from my silence.

 Symeon the New Theologian

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 30, 2012, 07:20:01 PM
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A New Light Doth Shine


At whose blest sound divine
My soul that in forgetfulness hath lain
     With a new light doth shine
And unto memory plain
     Of its first splendid origin attain.

Up through the fields of air
It wings, till in the highest sphere it dwells
And a new music there
It hears, music that wells
Undying, and all other kinds excels.

 Luis de Leon

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Subramanian.R on December 30, 2012, 07:20:55 PM
Dear Jewell,

"You shine in my heart as the sun". This is Jnana Bodham.

Arunachala Siva.
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 30, 2012, 07:35:30 PM
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

Yes,indeed is. It is very profound and beautiful poem,writen by Ortodox Christian Simeon,from Turkey. He was a Great Soul,writing about Divine Union and many mystical experiences.


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 30, 2012, 07:47:04 PM
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Oh Friend, I Love You


Oh friend, I love you, think this over
carefully! If you are in love,
then why are you asleep?

If you have found him,
give yourself to him, take him.

Why do you lose track of him again and again?

If you are about to fall into heavy sleep anyway,
why waste time smoothing the bed
and arranging the pillows?

Kabir will tell you the truth: this is what love is like:
suppose you had to cut your head off
and give it to someone else,
what difference would that make?


Kabir

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 30, 2012, 07:59:53 PM
Krishna's challenge to Arjuna


Your mind goes on playing infinitely-- the whole thing is just like a dream in an empty room. While meditating, one has to look at the mind just frolicking, just like children playing and jumping out of overflowing energy, that's all. Thoughts jumping, frolicking, just a play--don't be serious about them. Even if a bad thought is there, don't feel guilty. Or, if there is a very great thought, a very good thought--that you want to serve humanity and transform the whole world, and you want to bring heaven onto earth--don't get too much ego through it, don't feel that you have become great. This is just a frolicking mind. Sometimes it goes down, sometimes it comes up--it is just overflowing energy, taking many shapes and forms.

The dimension of play has to be applied to your whole life. Whatsoever you are doing, be there in that activity so totally that the end is irrelevant. The end will come, it has to come, but it is not on your mind. You are playing, you are enjoying.

That's what Krishna means--during the Mahabharata, the great war that is chronicled in the Gita--when he tells his disciple Arjuna to leave the future in the hands of the Divine: "The result of your activity is in the hands of the Divine, you simply do." This "simply doing" becomes a play.

That's what Arjuna finds difficult to understand, because he says that if it is just play then why kill, why fight? But Krishna's whole life is just a play; you cannot find such a nonserious man anywhere. His whole life is just a play, a game, a drama. He is enjoying everything but he is not serious about it. He is enjoying it intensely but he is not worried about the result. What happens is irrelevant.

It is difficult for Arjuna to understand Krishna because Arjuna calculates, he thinks in terms of the end result. He says in the beginning of the Gita, "This whole thing seems to be absurd. On both sides my friends and my relatives are standing to fight. Whosoever wins, it will be a loss because my family, my relatives, my friends will be destroyed. Even if I win, it will not be worth anything because to whom am I going to show my victory? Victories are meaningful because friends, relatives, family will enjoy them. But there will be no one, the victory will be just over dead bodies. Who will appreciate it? Who will say, 'Arjuna, you have done a great deed'? So whether I am victorious or I am defeated, it seems absurd. The whole thing is nonsense." He wants to renounce. He is deadly serious, and anyone who calculates will be that deadly serious.

The setting of the Gita is unique. War is the most serious affair. You cannot be playful about it, because lives are involved, millions of lives are involved--you cannot be playful. And Krishna insists that even there you have to be playful. You don't think about what will happen in the end, you just be here and now. You just be a warrior, playing. Don't get worried about the result because the result is in the hands of the Divine.

And it is not even the point whether the result is in the hands of the Divine or not--the point is that it should not be in your hands, you should not carry it. If you carry it then your life cannot become meditative.

Osho


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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 30, 2012, 08:02:25 PM
No Mind

The ultimate and the inexpressible



    The state of no-mind is the state of the divine. God is not a thought but the experience of thoughtlessness. It is not a content in the mind; it is the explosion when the mind is content-less. It is not an object that you can see; it is the very capacity to see. It is not the seen but the seer. It is not like the clouds that gather in the sky, but the sky when there are no clouds. It is that empty sky.

    When the consciousness is not going out to any object, when there is nothing to see, nothing to think, just emptiness all around, then one falls upon oneself. There is nowhere to go--one relaxes into one's source, and that source is God.

    Your inner being is nothing but the inner sky. The sky is empty, but it is the empty sky that holds all, the whole existence, the sun, the moon, the stars, the earth, the planets. It is the empty sky that gives space to all that is. It is the empty sky that is the background of all that exists. Things come and go and the sky remains the same.

    In exactly the same way, you have an inner sky; it is also empty. Clouds come and go, planets are born and disappear, stars arise and die, and the inner sky remains the same, untouched, untarnished, unscarred. We call that inner sky sakshin, the witness--and that is the whole goal of meditation.

    Go in, enjoy the inner sky. Remember, whatsoever you can see, you are not it. You can see thoughts, then you are not thoughts; you can see your feelings, then you are not your feelings; you can see your dreams, desires, memories, imaginations, projections, then you are not them. Go on eliminating all that you can see. Then one day the tremendous moment arrives, the most significant moment of one's life, when there is nothing left to be rejected. All the seen has disappeared and only the seer is there. That seer is the empty sky.

    To know it is to be fearless, and to know it is to be full of love. To know it is to be God, is to be immortal.

Osho

Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 30, 2012, 08:10:47 PM
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You are Christ's Hands


Christ has no body now on earth but yours,
     no hands but yours,
     no feet but yours,
Yours are the eyes through which to look out
     Christ's compassion to the world
Yours are the feet with which he is to go about
     doing good;
Yours are the hands with which he is to bless men now.

 Teresa of Avila

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Beloved Abstract on December 30, 2012, 08:11:28 PM
 Morning Glory

I lit my purest candle close to my
Window, hoping it would catch the eye
Of any vagabond who passed it by,
And I waited in my fleeting house

Before he came I felt him drawing near;
As he neared I felt the ancient fear
That he had come to wound my door and jeer,
And I waited in my fleeting house

"Tell me stories," I called to the Hobo;
"Stories of cold," I smiled at the Hobo;
"Stories of old," I knelt to the Hobo;
And he stood before my fleeting house

"No," said the Hobo, "No more tales of time;
Don't ask me now to wash away the grime;
I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb,"
And he walked away from my fleeting house

"Then you be damned!" I screamed to the Hobo;
"Leave me alone," I wept to the Hobo;
"Turn into stone," I knelt to the Hobo;
And he walked away from my fleeting house

................ Larry Beckett

 :)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 30, 2012, 08:26:58 PM
Dear Beloved Abstract,

Truly beautiful and interesting,song. Ridle song,with some deep meaning behind it. Thank You Very much for sharing it!

With love and prayers,

Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Beloved Abstract on December 30, 2012, 09:00:12 PM
 :)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 31, 2012, 06:37:50 AM
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Only one koan matters


Only one koan matters

You



Ikkyu (Ikkyu Sojun)

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 31, 2012, 06:47:13 AM
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Ikkyu this body isn't yours I say to myself
wherever I am I'm there


 Ikkyu (Ikkyu Sojun)

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 31, 2012, 06:59:56 AM
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Just by being


Just by being,
I'm here --
In snow-fall.


 Kobayashi Issa
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 31, 2012, 07:15:58 AM
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Could I ever forget him


Could I ever forget him
since I delivered my heart
at his feet?
His beauty enchants my eyes
round the compass
wherever I steer myself.

Though all call him black,
He is not black.
He is the glow of the moon--
the black moon,
and there is no other moon to equal him....

 Lalan

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 31, 2012, 07:30:26 AM
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Krishna Awakes


Krishna awake, for the day has dawned:
large, deep and lotus-like,
your eyes are as in the love-shaped lake
a pair of swans even a million Kamadevas cannot vie
with the bewitching beauty of your face;
the sun rises in the east,
a crimson ball the night is going
and the moonlight pales
the lamps turn dim
and the stars fade out
as though the bright radiance of wisdom's rays
dispels the pleasures that the senses tire,
and the light of hope chases away
the murky darkness of despair and doubt.

Listen, the birds sing
aloud with glee O sweet child,
life of my life,
my sole wealth,
O darling boy,
bards and minstrels
sing your praises,
saying 'victory! victory!'

Clusters of lotuses burst into bloom
the bumblebees humming with sweet sound
leave the lotuses;
as though the devout renouncing worldly ties,
in your love drowned
chant your name as they go about.

Hearing his mother's words with love
drenched the Lord of Mercy arose from his bed;
the world's woes vanished,
maya's net was rent.

Says Suradasa,
'Seeing his lotus face delusion fled;
all doubts and dualities were destroyed
and I found in Govinda eternal joy.
 
Surdas

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 31, 2012, 07:35:45 AM
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Through and Through


You have thrust me
     though and through!
A true friend, I know,
     is ever true.

When I speak, my every word
     speaks of You.
And when silent,
     silently I ache for You.

 Rabia al-Basri (Rabia al- Adawiyya)

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 31, 2012, 05:41:32 PM
Dear Sri Tushnim, Your poems,how wonderful! They are beautiful! So many emotions can be felt in them,and thoughts to be seen.. And everything all of us are going through. They are truly thouching. I didnt know You write poems. :) And,same with me,whenever i read my poems later i smile. Many thoughts and feelings change,but,still,like You said,there is some meaning. Thank You so much for sharing them! Beautiful! :) With love and prayers,
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 31, 2012, 10:56:23 PM
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The Light of Your Way


Holy are you, O Lord, holy, blessed and One.
Holy are you, and generous

for you have flooded my heart
     with the light of your way,

and you have raised up in me
     the Tree of Life.

You have shown me a new heaven
     upon the earth.
You have shown me a secret Garden,
     unseen within the seen.

Now am I joined soul and spirit
     present in your Presence --

your Presence that has waited long in me,
your Presence, the true Tree of Life,
     planted in whatever this earth is,
     planted in whatever it is that men are,
          planted, and rooted in the heart,

your Presence all at once revealing your Paradise
alive with every good green thing:
     grasses and trees and the fruiting bounty,
     a world of flowers!
          sweet-scented lilies!

Each little flower speaks a truth:
     humility and joy,
     peace, oh peace!
     kindness, compassion,
          the turning of the soul,

and the flood of tears
and the strange ecstasy
     of those bathed in your light.

 Symeon the New Theologian

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on December 31, 2012, 11:03:21 PM
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O totally strange and inexpressible marvel!


O totally strange and inexpressible marvel!
Because of my infinite richness I am a needy person
and imagine to have nothing, when I possess so much,
and I say: "I am thirsty," through superabundance of the waters
and "who will give me," that which I possess in abundance,
and "where will I find," the One whom I see each day.
"How will I lay hold of," the One who is within me,
and beyond the world, since he is completely invisible?

 Symeon the New Theologian

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on January 01, 2013, 02:40:55 AM
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Like vanishing dew


Like vanishing dew,
a passing apparition
or the sudden flash
of lightning -- already gone --
thus should one regard one's self.

 Ikkyu (Ikkyu Sojun)
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on January 01, 2013, 02:47:08 AM
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What is Tao?


What is Tao?
It is just this.
It cannot be rendered into speech.
If you insist on an explanation,
This means exactly this.

 Lu Tung Pin

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on January 01, 2013, 02:53:39 AM
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The Praises of God


You are holy, Lord, the only God, You do wonders.
You are strong, You are great, You are the most high,
You are the almighty King.
You, Holy Father, the King of heaven and earth.
You are Three and One, Lord God of gods;
You are good, all good, the highest good,
Lord, God, living and true.
You are love, charity.
You are wisdom; You are humility; You are patience;
You are beauty; You are meekness; You are security;
You are inner peace; You are joy; You are our hope and joy;
You are justice; You are moderation, You are all our riches.
You are beauty, You are meekness;
You are the protector,
You are the guardian and defender;
You are strength; You are refreshment.
You are our hope, You are our faith, You are our charity,
You are all our sweetness,
You are our eternal life:
Great and wonderful Lord,
God almighty, Merciful Savior.

Francis of Assisi

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on January 02, 2013, 12:19:47 AM
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People may sit till the cushion is worn through


People may sit till the cushion is worn through,
But never quite know the real Truth:
Let me tell about the ultimate Tao:
It is here, enshrined within us.

 Lu Tung Pin
Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on January 02, 2013, 12:29:31 AM
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In bricks and in granite


In bricks and in granite,
in the red-rubbed lingam,
in copper and brass
is Siva's abode --
     that's what you tell us,
     and you're wrong.
Stay where you are
and study your own selves.
Then you will BECOME
the Temple of God,
     full of His dance and spell
          and song.

 Civivakkiyar

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on January 02, 2013, 12:50:40 AM
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Brahma


If the red slayer thinks he slays,
     Or if the slain thinks he is slain,
They know not well the subtle ways
     I keep, and pass, and turn again.

Far or forgot to me is near;
     Shadow and sunlight are the same;
The vanquished gods to me appear;
     And one to me are shame and fame.

They reckon ill who leave me out;
     When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt,
     And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.

The strong gods pine for my abode,
     And pine in vain the sacred Seven;
But thou, meek lover of the good!
     Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.

Brahma

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on January 02, 2013, 12:57:16 AM
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One thing alone I crave


One thing alone I crave
namely
All in everything

This One
I seek
the only One
do I desire

Rooted in One
is all
from the One
flows all

This is the very One
I seek
will have
only then
be filled

Unless I drink
this Spring
I thirst
for nowhere else sup I to be fulfilled

What or Who this One is
I may not say
can never feel
Nothing
more or less
is there to say

For the One is not simply in all
the One Being is over all

YOU are my GOD
holding me
within my very SELF

Dame Catherine Gascoigne

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on January 02, 2013, 01:13:49 AM
The Foolish Heart

The crazy wisdom of Francis of Assisi



The heart has its own reasons, which the mind cannot understand. The heart has its own dimension of being, which is completely dark for the mind. The heart is higher and deeper than the mind, beyond the reach of it. It looks foolish. Love always looks foolish because love is not utilitarian. Mind is utilitarian. It uses everything for something else-- that is the meaning of being utilitarian. Mind is purposive, end-oriented; it turns everything into a means--and love cannot be turned into a means, that is the problem. Love in itself is the goal.

Fools always have a subtle wisdom in them, and the wise always act like fools. In the old days all great emperors always had one fool in their court. They had many wise men, counselors, ministers and prime ministers, but always one fool.

Why?--because there are things so-called wise men will not be able to understand, that only a foolish man can understand--because the so-called wise are so foolish that their cunningness and cleverness closes their minds. A fool is simple, and was needed because many times the so-called wise would not say something because they were afraid of the emperor. A fool is not afraid of anybody else, he will speak whatsoever the consequences.

This is how fools act--simply, without thinking what the result will be. A clever man always thinks first of the result, then he acts. Thought comes first, then action. A foolish man acts; thought never comes first.

Whenever someone realizes the ultimate, he is not like your wise men. He cannot be. He may be like your fools, but he cannot be like your wise men.

When Saint Francis became enlightened he used to call himself "God's fool." The pope was a wise man, and when Saint Francis went to see him even the pope thought this man had gone mad. He was intelligent, calculating, clever; otherwise how could he be a pope? To become a pope one has to pass through much politics. To become a pope diplomacy is needed, a competitive aggression is needed to put others aside, to use others as ladders and then throw them.

It is politics... because a pope is a political head. Religion is secondary, or nothing at all. How can a religious man fight and be aggressive for a post? They are only politicians.

Saint Francis came to see the pope, and the pope thought this man was a fool. But trees and birds and fishes thought in a different way. When Saint Francis went to the river the fishes would jump in celebration that Francis had come. Thousands witnessed this phenomenon--millions of fishes would jump simultaneously; the whole river would be lost in jumping fishes. Saint Francis had come and the fishes were happy. And wherever he would go birds would follow; they would come and sit on his leg, on his body, in his lap. They understood this fool better than the pope. Even trees that had become dry and were going to die would become green and blossom again if Saint Francis came near. These trees understood well that this fool was no ordinary fool--he was God's fool.

Osho

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on January 02, 2013, 01:45:03 AM
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I Will Remain With You...


...This heart is the heart of the triune Divinity,
And the center of all human hearts
That bestows on us the life of God.

It draws us to itself with secret power,
It conceals us in itself in the Father's bosom
And floods us with the Holy Spirit.

This Heart, it beats for us in a small tabernacle
Where it remains mysteriously hidden
In that still, white host.

That is your royal throne on earth, O Lord,
Which visibly you have erected for us,
And you are pleased when I approach it.

Full of love, you sink your gaze into mine
And bend your ear to my quiet words
And deeply fill my heart with peace.

Yet your love is not satisfied
With this exchange that could still lead to separation:
Your heart requires more.

You come to me as early morning's meal each daybreak.
Your flesh and blood become food and drink for me
And something wonderful happens.

Your body mysteriously permeates mine
And your soul unites with mine:
I am no longer what once I was.

You come and go, but the seed
That you sowed for future glory, remains behind
Buried in this body of dust.

A luster of heaven remains in the soul,
A deep glow remains in the eyes,
A soaring in the tone of voice.

There remains the bond that binds heart to heart,
The stream of life that springs from yours
And animates each limb.

How wonderful are your gracious wonders!
All we can do is be amazed and stammer and fall silent
Because intellect and words fail.

And I Remain With You

 Edith Stein

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on January 02, 2013, 02:18:29 AM
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Song of Solomon

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field;
let us lodge in the villages.
Let us get up early to the vineyards;
let us see if the vine flourish,
whether the tender grape appear,
and the pomegranates bud forth:
there will I give thee my loves.
The mandrakes give a smell,
and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits,
new and old,
which I have laid up for thee,
O my beloved.

-Chapter7/11,12,13

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on January 02, 2013, 09:15:43 PM
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Love, where did You enter the heart unseen?
(from In Praise of Divine Love)


Love, where did You enter the heart unseen?
Lovable Love, joyful Love, unthinkable Love,
In Your plenitude You lie far beyond the reach of reason.

Love, jocund and joyous,
Divine fire, You do not stint
Of your endlessly beautiful riches.

Jacopone da Todi

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on January 02, 2013, 09:31:44 PM
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Love's Living Flame


O Love's living flame,
Tenderly you wound
My soul's deepest center!
Since you no longer evade me,
Will you, please, at last conclude:
Rend the veil of this sweet encounter!

O cautery so tender!
O pampered wound!
O soft hand! O touch so delicately strange,
Tasting of eternal life
And canceling all debts!
Killing, death into life you change!

O lamps of fiery lure,
In whose shining transparence
The deep cavern of the senses,
Blind and obscure,
Warmth and light, with strange flares,
Gives with the lover's caresses!

How tame and loving
Your memory rises in my breast,
Where secretly only you live,
And in your fragrant breathing,
Full of goodness and grace,
How delicately in love you make me feel!

 John of the Cross

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on January 02, 2013, 09:42:58 PM
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Light



Light
devoured darkness.

I was alone
inside.

Shedding
the visible dark

I
was Your target

O Lord of Caves.

Allama Prabhu

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
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The disciple must have great power of endurance.
Bear all evil and misery without one thought of unhappiness,
resistance, remedy, or retaliation.
That is true endurance,
and that you must acquire.


Swami Vivekananda

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Title: Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
Post by: Jewell on January 02, 2013, 10:13:44 PM
M:  What is the distinction in nature between the spirit and the body, living or dead?
D:  I suppose the fact that the sprit is subtle while the body is gross and material, and that the spirit acts
      upon the body.
M:  Then the neither the body, nor the senses, nor the pranas (the breath and other vital functions)
       constitute spirit, which is yourself, your 'I'.

D:   No, they are not 'I'.
M:  When you think or talk of 'I', what else do you feel is a part of you or your spirit?
D:  People say that we have both a body and mind. If I am not the body, it follows that I am the mind.
M:  What is that mind? What constitute the mind?
D:  I cannot say.
M:  When you refer to your mind, what idea do you have at the back of your mind? The mind is not a trunk
       with  limbs head and voice, is it?

D:   No.
M:  You have something more subtle than the gross body which you express with your voice.
      Why do you talk now?

D:  To express the thoughts and ideas which are in my mind.
M:  Then thoughts and ideas are the contents of the mind, and together constitute the mind.
D:  Yes.
M:  Are thoughts and ideas all of the same sort, or are they the basis of each other?
D:   I do not understand.
M:  When you see a person, what thoughts have you?
D:  I think I see a figure with some qualities such as brightness or shortness?
M:  How do you know that it is brightness or shortness?
D:  I have known them previously.
M:  So you have the primary sensations, and then you compare with a previous stock of such impressions.
       Is not this power of memory, comparison and judgement of similarity or dissimilarity, a power higher
       than mere receptivity to impressions?

D:  Yes.
M:  It is the secondary function that is called the intellect or buddhi,  Which of these two: (1) sensations or
      thoughts, and (2) intellect, is superior?

D:  It is the intellect that guids, arranges and controls the thoughts. So the intellect (buddhi) is superior to
      the thougts (manas).
M:  So the intellect (buddhi ) may be regarded as an inner sheath, a sort of core, for this mind (manas).
      Can you discover any further inner core to which thisbuddhi  is an outer sheath?

D:  My mind cannot penetrate into such mysterious region.
M:  Why, even now you have penetrated, since you said "my mind"! You include your thoughts and your
       intellect in the term "my mind", do you not?

D:  Yes.
M:  Do you have no powers besides the intetellect? Why do you not see if you have?
D:  Where or what am I to see?
M:  See within yourself, see yourself.
D:  How can I see what is not visible?
M:  You cannot see with these physical eyes.
D:  What other eyes do I have?
M:  You have your 'I', See with it and enquire 'Who am I?'
D:   How can I see my 'I'?
M:  When you talk of 'I', are you not conscious of something?
D:  Yes.
M:  That consciousness is not a consciousness of objects, so it must be a consciousness of something
       else, must it not?

D:  How does that follow?
M:  When you think of an object, you are absorbed and transformed into that object. At that time you are not
       thinking of 'I' but of the object, are you not?

D:  Just so.
M:  Now if you drop the object, what remains?
D:  Nothing remains. 
M:  But when you preceived the  object, there was both the object perceived (the drisya) and  yourself, the
       perceiver  (the drik).

D:  Yes.
M:  If of these two you remove the first mentioned, namely the drisya or object, what should remain?
M:  When you say  "my intellect" ,  what is the relationship between you and the intellect? Is it not that of an
      owner and his property?

D:  It may be so, but the matter  is  not clear to my intellect.
M:  Is the intellect the same thing to you at all times, or to you and to all others?
D:  No, my own intellect varies at times, and it differs from that of others, especially when I do not agree with
      them.
M:  Do all men have the same degree or quality of intellect, whatever their age, education, health and so  on?
D:  No. babies have little of it. Older and  educated people have more of it. Sick people have  little of it.
      Geniuses have much of it.  Fools, drunkards and insane people have little or none of it.
M:  In ins