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Subramanian.R

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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #45 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.

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« Reply #46 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!

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« Reply #47 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!!

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« Reply #48 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!

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« Reply #49 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”

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« Reply #50 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

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« Reply #51 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

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« Reply #52 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

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« Reply #53 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

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« Reply #54 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

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« Reply #55 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

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« Reply #56 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

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« Reply #57 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.     

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« Reply #58 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.


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« Reply #59 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