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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #180 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

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #181 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

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #182 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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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #183 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

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #184 on: November 02, 2012, 10:20:24 PM »
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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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #185 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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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #186 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

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #187 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

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #188 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

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #189 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

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #190 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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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #191 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.               

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #192 on: November 03, 2012, 03:20:50 PM »
Dear Sri Subramanian sir,

Thank for Beautiful poem and message!

There is only Love...


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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #193 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

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #194 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