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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #165 on: October 29, 2012, 06:32:44 PM »
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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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #166 on: October 29, 2012, 07:23:08 PM »


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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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #167 on: October 29, 2012, 10:29:49 PM »
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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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #168 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


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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #169 on: October 30, 2012, 10:50:51 PM »
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

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #170 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...



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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #171 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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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #172 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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« Reply #173 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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« Reply #174 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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« Reply #175 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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« Reply #176 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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« Reply #177 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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« Reply #178 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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« Reply #179 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