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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4170 on: February 18, 2018, 04:09:12 AM »

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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« Reply #4171 on: February 18, 2018, 04:56:30 AM »

Do not,like an idiot,be at mercy of the spear
But of the King whose hand brandishes it.
Crying out to the spear and sword are absurd;
They are just slaves in the Noble One's hand.
Whatever instrument He makes of me,I am.
If He makes me of a cup,I am a cup.
I am a dagger if He makes me a dagger.
If He makes me a fountain,water pours out of me;
Heat dances out of me if me makes me a fire.
If He makes me a rain,I give birth to rich fields;
If He makes me an arrow,I pierce hearts.
If He makes me a serpent,poison flames from me.
If He makes me a friend,I serve my friends.
He is the Writer,I am the pen in His fingers.
Who am i to obey or disobey.

Rumi
by  Andrew Harvey
Light Upon Light: Inspirations from Rumi


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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4172 on: February 18, 2018, 05:17:32 AM »

We are like lutes once held by the Beloved.
Being away from His Divine body fully explains all yearning.

Rumi

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4173 on: February 19, 2018, 11:09:49 PM »

The chemistry of mind is different from the chemistry of love.
 The mind is careful, suspicious, he advances little by little.
  He advises "Be careful, protect yourself" .
  Whereas love says "Let yourself, go!" .
  The mind is strong, never fells down, while love hurts itself, fells into ruins.
   But isn't it in ruins that we mostly find the treasures?
   A broken heart hides so many treasures.

Rumi
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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4174 on: February 19, 2018, 11:45:26 PM »

The One Thing You Must Do


There is one thing in this world which you must never forget to do.
If you forget everything else and not this, there is nothing to worry
about, but if you remember everything else and forget this, then you
will have done nothing in your life.

It is as if a king has sent you to some country to do a task, and you
perform a hundred other services, but not the one he sent you to do.
So human beings come to this world to do particular work. That
work is the purpose, and each is specific to the person. If you don't
do it, it's as though a knife of the finest tempering were nailed into a
wall to hang things on. For a penny an iron nail could be bought to
serve for that.

Remember the deep root of your being, the presence of your lord.
Give your life to the one who already owns your breath and your
moments. If you don't, you will be like the one who takes a precious
dagger and hammers it into his kitchen wall for a peg to hold his
dipper gourd. You will be wasting valuable keenness and foolishly
ignoring your dignity and your purpose.

Rumi


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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4175 on: February 19, 2018, 11:57:27 PM »

There is a path from me to you that I am constantly looking for;
So I try to keep clear and still,
as water does with the moon.

Rumi

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4176 on: February 21, 2018, 11:03:23 PM »

The Old Woman and the Falcon


When you give a noble falcon
to a fussy old woman who knows nothing of falconry,
she will clip its wings short, for its own good.

Young man, where has your mother been
that your toenails have gotten this long?
Those talons are how the falcon hunts its food.

The old woman fixes him tutmaj, dumpling stew.
He won't touch it. Too good to eat my tutmaj, huh?
She ladles some broth and holds it to his beak.
Her anger builds, and suddenly she pours
the ladle of hot soup over his head.

Tears come from those beautiful falcon eyes.
He remembers his former life, the king's love-whistle,
the great circling over the ocean,
the distances that condense so quickly to a point.

Falcon tears are food for a true human being,
perfume for Gabriel.

Your soul is the king's falcon,
who says, This old woman's rage
does not touch my glory or my discipline.

Mevlana Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4177 on: February 21, 2018, 11:12:05 PM »

Uthman's Silence


The story is told of Uthman, who when he became caliph
mounted quickly the steps of Muhammad's pulpit,
where Abu Bakr, out of respect for the prophet,
seated himself on the second step.

There were three steps. Omar sat on the third step.
Uthman climbed to the top. When asked why, he replied,
If I sat on the third step, people would say
I was like Omar. If on the second step,
He's like Abu Bakr.

But up here where the chosen one sat, no one will think
to compare me with that king of the spirit.

And sometimes when he had climbed
to the preaching place, that sweet one Uthman,
would not say anything. He stayed silent
until midafternoon. No one asked him
for a sermon, and no one left the mosque.

In the silence many began to see with Uthman's light.
This is how a living master opens the inner eye.

Mevlana Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
by Coleman Barks


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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4178 on: February 21, 2018, 11:27:39 PM »

Have faith in God and in yourself; that will cure all.
Hope for the best, expect the best, toil for the best
and everything will come right for you in the end.

Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4179 on: February 21, 2018, 11:34:21 PM »

The sign of vigour, the sign of life, the sign of hope, the sign of health,
the sign of everything that is good, is strength.

Swami Vivekananda

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4180 on: February 21, 2018, 11:39:56 PM »

My imperfections and failures are as much a blessing from God
as my successes and my talents,
and I lay them both at his feet.


 Mahatma Gandhi

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4181 on: February 21, 2018, 11:59:29 PM »

In the presence of my Master I found out that man could be
perfect, even in this body. Those lips never cursed anyone, never
even criticised anyone. Those eyes were beyond the possibility of
seeing evil, that mind had lost the power of thinking evil. He saw
nothing but good. That tremendous purity, that tremendous
renunciation is the one secret of spirituality.
The first part of my Master's life was spent in acquiring
spirituality, and the remaining years in distributing it. Men
came in crowds to hear him and he would talk twenty hours in
the twenty‑four, and that not for one day, but for months and
months, until at last the body broke down under the pressure
of this tremendous strain. His intense love for mankind would
not let him refuse to help even the humblest of the thousands
who sought his aid.

 As soon as he heard that people were asking to
see him he would insist upon having them admitted and would
answer all their questions. There was no rest for him. Once a
man asked him: "Sir, you are a great Yogi, why do you not put
your mind a little on your body and cure your disease?" At first
he did not answer, but when the question had been repeated
he gently said: "My friend, I have thought you were a sage, but
you talk like other men of the world. This mind has been given
to the Lord, do you mean to say that I should take it back and
put it upon the body which is but a mere cage of the soul?"

Swami Vivekananda
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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4182 on: February 23, 2018, 01:38:42 AM »

Ungrateful Sorrow


At dawn shey(1) departed
My mind tried to console me -
" Everything is Maya".
Angrily I replied:
"Here's this sewing box on the table,
that flower-pot on the terrace,
this monogrammed hand-fan on the bed-
all these are real."

My mind said: "Yet, think again."
I rejoined: " You better stop.
Look at this storybook,
the hairpin halfway amongst its leaves,
signaling the rest is unread;
if all these things are "Maya",
then why should "shey" be more unreal?"

My mind becomes silent.
A friend arrived and says:
"That which is good is real
it is never non-existent;
entire world preserves and cherishes it its chest
like a precious jewel in a necklace."

I replied in anger: "How do you know?
Is a body not good? Where did that body go?"

Like a small boy in a rage hitting his mother,
I began to strike at everything in this world
that gave me shelter.
And I screamed:" The world is treacherous."

Suddenly, I was startled.
It seemed like someone admonished me :" You- ungrateful ! "

I looked at the crescent moon
hidden behind the tamarisk tree outside my window.
As if the dear departed one is smiling
and playing hide-and-seek with me.

From the depth of darkness punctuated by scattered stars
came a rebuke: "When I let you grasp me you call it an deception,
and yet when I remain concealed,
why do you hold on to your faith in me with such conviction?"

(1): Shey in Bengali can mean either he or she.

Rabindranath Tagore


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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4183 on: February 23, 2018, 01:46:32 AM »

A flower-tinted cheek, the flowery close
Of the fair earth, these are enough for me
Enough that in the meadow wanes and grows
The shadow of a graceful cypress-tree.
I am no lover of hypocrisy;
Of all the treasures that the earth can boast,
A brimming cup of wine I prize the most-
This is enough for me!

To them that here renowned for virtue live,
A heavenly palace is the meet reward;
To me, the drunkard and the beggar, give
The temple of the grape with red wine stored!
Beside a river seat thee on the sward;
It floweth past-so flows thy life away,
So sweetly, swiftly, fleets our little day-
Swift, but enough for me!

Look upon all the gold in the world's mart,
On all the tears the world hath shed in vain
Shall they not satisfy thy craving heart?
I have enough of loss, enough of gain;
I have my Love, what more can I obtain?
Mine is the joy of her companionship
Whose healing lip is laid upon my lip-
This is enough for me!

Divan of Hafiz
by Getrude Lowthian Bell


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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #4184 on: February 23, 2018, 02:18:35 AM »

O Mother, for Yasoda Thou wouldst dance, when she called Thee her precious "Blue Jewel"
Where hast Thou hidden that lovely form, O terrible Syama?
Dance that way once for me, O Mother! Throw down Thy sword and take the flute;
Cast off Thy garland of heads, and wear Thy wild-flower garland. . . .

Sri Ramakrishna Paramahamsa
from the Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna