Loved my 1000s - known by 1.

errr..

Loved BY...sheesh

don't look for it outside yourself.
you are the source of the milk. †don't milk others!

there is a milk fountain inside you.
don't walk around with an empty bucket.

you have a channel into the ocean, and yet
you ask for a little water from a little pool.

beg for that love expansion. †meditate only
on THAT. †the qur'an says,
† † † † † † † † † † † † † † †and He is
with you
† † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † †
† † † † † †(57:4)

there is a basket of fresh bread on your head,
yet you go door to door asking for crusts.

knock on your inner door. †no other.
sloshing knee-deep in fresh riverwater, yet
you keep wanting a drink from other people's waterbags.

water is everywhere around you, but you see only
barriers that keep you from water.

the horse is beneath the rider's thighs, and still
he asks, "where's my horse?"
† † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † †
right there, under you!

"yes, this is a horse, but where's the horse?"
† † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † †
† † † † † can't you see!

"yes, i can see, but whoever saw such a horse?"

mad with thirst, he can't drink from the stream
running so close by his face. †he's like a pearl
on the deep bottom, wondering, inside his shell,
where's the ocean?

† † † † † † † † † † † † † his mental
questionings
form the barrier. †his physical eyesight
bandages his knowing. †self-consciousness
plugs his ears.

† † † † † † † † † † † †stay bewildered in God,
and only that.

† † † † † † † † † † † †those of you who are
scattered,
simplify your worrying lives. †there is one
righteousness: †water the fruit trees,
and don't water the thorns. †be generous
to what nurtures the spirit and God's luminous
reason-light. †don't honor what causes
dysentery and knotted-up tumors.

don't feed both sides of yourself equally.
the spirit and the body carry different loads
and require different attentions.

† † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † †
† † † too often
we put saddlebags on jesus and let the donkey
run loose in the pasture.

† † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † †
don't make the body do
what the spirit does best, and don't put a big load
on the spirit that the body could carry easily.

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rumi

Oh Beloved,
take me.
Liberate my soul.
Fill me with your love and
release me from the two worlds.
If I set my heart on anything but you
let fire burn me from inside.

Oh Beloved,
take away what I want.
Take away what I do.
Take away what I need.
Take away everything
that takes me from you.

Good morning (sort of!) Duncan, Alex, JJ


What do the "†††" mean, Alex?

they were part of the quoted texts....from a holy book. but still
rumi....

i thought they were cool so i left em

Remember the mouse on the riverbank?
There's a love-string stretching into the water
hoping for the frog.
Suddenly a raven grips the mouse
and flies off. The frog too, from the riverbottom,
with one foot tangled in invisible string,
follows, suspended in the air.
Amazed faces ask,
"When did a raven ever go underwater
and catch a frog?"
The frog answers,
This is the force of Friendship.
What draws friends together
does not conform to the laws of nature.
Form doesn't know about spiritual closeness.
If a grain of barley approaches a grain of wheat,
an ant must be carrying it. A black ant on black felt.
You can't see it, but if grains go toward each other,
it's there.
A hand shifts our birdcages around.
Some are brought closer. Some move apart.
Do not try to reason it out. Be conscious
of who draws you and who not.

Gabriel was always there with Jesus, lifting him
above the dark-blue vault, the night fortress world,
just as a raven of longing carries the flying frog.



rumi

I belong to the beloved, have seen the two
worlds as one and that one call to and know
first, last, outer, inner only that
breath breathing human being.

Inside the lover's heart there's another world,
and yet another.

Inside the Friend of this community
of lovers, an ear that interprets mystery,
a vein of silver in the ground, and another sky!

Intellect and compassion are ladders we climb,
and there are other ladders as we walk
the night hearing a voice that talks of forgiveness.

Inside Shams's universe candlelight itself
becomes a moth to die in his candle.

I come in to wallow in the words...thank you!!

come sit beside me and let me tell you of
my mood

a smile is a petite ache
and laughter saddens

a little whisper taunts
but my friends nourish me
the words, my friends,
dramatic and colossal melody of love

O Fortuna,

Carmina Burana is what I hear tonight

Just opened the book, and this came into view.
It is very applicable to my last 24 hours

----

Your intellect is in fragments, like bits of gold
scattered over many matters. You must scrape them
together, so the royal stamp can be pressed into you.

Cohere, and you'll be as lovely as Samarcand
with its central market, or Damascus. Grain by grain,
collect the parts. You'll be more magnificent
than a flat coin. You'll be a cup
with carvings of the king
around the outside.

The Friend will become bread and springwater for you,
a lamp and a helper, your favorite dessert
and a glass of wine.

Union with that one
is grace. Gather the pieces,
so I can show you what is.

That's what talking is for,
to help us to be One. Manyness
is having sixty different emotions.
Unity is peace, and silence.

I know I ought to be silent,
but the excitement of this keeps opening
my mouth as a sneeze or a yawn does

Rumi buried on page 5? That'll never do...


Ahhhhh

RUMI

When I remember your love
I weep, and when I hear people
talking of you,
..........................something in my chest ,
where nothing much happens now,
moves as in sleep








rumi

You bind me and I tear away in a rage to open out
into air, a round brightness , a candlepoint
all reason, all love.

This confusing joy ! Your doing,
this hangover, your tender thorn.

You turn to look , I turn ,
I am not saying this right

I am a jailed crazy who ties up spirit women
I am Solomon

what goes comes back, COME BACK!
We never left each other

when I am pressing my hand to my chest , it is your chest
when i am thirsty, fresh water tastes like you

I can't explain the goings,
or the comings.
You show up suddenly

and i am nowhere again
inside the majesty

This is what love does and continues to do.

So they wandered around China like birds
pecking at bits of grain. They rarely spoke
because of the dangerous seriousness
of the secret they knew.

All that world-power wants, really,
is this weakness.

So the kings talked in low tones,
and carefully. Only God knows what they said.

They used unsayable words. Bird language.
But some people have imitated them, learned
a few birdcalls, and gotten prestigious.

You are every image, and yet
I'm homesick for you