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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #150 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

         
॥ शांतमात्मनि तिष्ट ॥
Remain quietly in the Self.
~ Vasishta

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #151 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,

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #152 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!

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #153 on: October 26, 2012, 11:44:46 PM »

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

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #154 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.

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #155 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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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #156 on: October 27, 2012, 12:36:36 AM »
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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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #157 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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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #158 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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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #159 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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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #160 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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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #161 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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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #162 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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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #163 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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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #164 on: October 29, 2012, 01:25:33 AM »
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.