Light Up

Light up the Fire I gaze into the heart, lowly it may be,

Thought the words be higher still.

For the heart is all the substance,

The speech an accident.

How many phrases will you speak,

Too many for me.

How much burning, burning will you feel,

Be friendly with the fire, enough for me.

Light up the fire of love inside,

And blaze the thoughts away.

By: Rumi

Stop this Day

Stop this day and night with me

And you shall posses the origin of ALL poems    

You shall posses the good of the earth and Sun...

There are millions of Suns left,

You shall no longer take things at second or third hand..

nor look through the eyes of the dead..

nor feed on the specters in books,

You shall not look through my eyes either,

nor take things from me,

You shall listen to all sides

and filter them for yourself.

Walt Whitman

I am Alone with You

"My God and my Lord: Eyes are at rest, 
  the stars are setting, 
  hushed are the movements of birds in their nests, 
  of monsters in the deep. 
  And you are the Just who knows no change, 
  the Equity that does not swerve, 
  the Everlasting that never passes away. 
  The doors of kings are locked and guarded by their henchmen, 
  but Your door is open to those who call upon You. 
  My Lord, each lover is now alone with his beloved 
  And I am alone with You." 
 'Rabi'a al Adawiya'

Walking through the streets she was seen carrying a bucket of water in one hand and a burning candle in the other. When asked why, she said: "I want to set fire to heaven with this flame and put out the fire of hell with this water so that people will cease to worship God for fear of hell or for temptation of heaven. One must love God as God is Love." He, Glorious and Majestic said, "I was a hidden treasure, and I wanted to be known. So I created the Creation in order to be known." Hence to know His creation is to know Him; to love His creation is to love Him.

Be Sure of That

"A true Lover doesn't follow any one religion, 
be sure of that.
Since in the religion of Love, 
there is no irreverence or faith.
When in Love, 
body, mind, heart and soul don't even exist.
Become this, 
fall in Love, 
and you will not be separated again." Rumi

The Great Song

THE GREAT SONG

Even though the world changes like cloud formations

all that is fulfilled returns home to the changeless One.

Above all the turning and changing

wider and freer, remains Your Song,

God with the lyre, God with the heart.

Sufferings have not been learned, 

loving has not really been learned, 

and what separates us in death

has not been unveiled.  

But the Great Song above the earth 

hallows and celebrates it all.

- Rainer Maria Rilke

If Its Not Too Dark

If It Is Not Too Dark

Go for a walk, if it is not too dark.

Get some fresh air, try to smile.

Say something kind

To a safe-looking stranger, if one happens by.

Always exercise your heart's knowing.

You might as well attempt something real

Along this path:

Take your spouse or lover into your arms

The way you did when you first met.

Let tenderness pour from your eyes

The way the Sun gazes warmly on the earth.

Play a game with some children.

Extend yourself to a friend.

Sing a few ribald songs to your pets and plants -

Why not let them get drunk and wild!

Let's toast

Every rung we've climbed on Evolution's ladder.

Whisper, "I love you! I love you!"

To the whole mad world.

Let's stop reading about God -

We will never understand Him.

Jump to your feet, wave your fists,

Threaten and warn the whole Universe

That your heart can no longer live

Without real love!

~ Hafiz ~

In Love, Nothing Exists

In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something
In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?

- Rabia  

Have you forgotten me

Have you forgotten me dear Love ? I heard him whisper in my ear.  For I am closer to you than your own breath More dear to you than your own child More sacred than the holiest of shrines. Allow yourself to open to me Free yourself from theses chains of ignorance Remove this thick veil As you inhale release yourself Like a fragrance lifted from your divine petals Immerse yourself in my grace Let us dance in Love  I am so close Be with me Now.

Spiritual Birth

                               Meher Baba

If the world of form is only an illusion in reality, and if

its harvest is such a rich one of misery, then why should

its experience be required of the soul?

Life in the world of matter is an unavoidable phase in the

progress of the individual, inasmuch as it provides the

field for action. Action is the expression and therefore the

focusing of the mental and emotional impressions (sanskaras)

which impel the individual. As the individual acts, other

motivating forces incompatible with that momentary effort

are withheld.

Action is the paramount means through which the individual

exercises discrimination in choice and adjustment between

the many claims exerted upon his consciousness. Action also

links a large number of individuals together through the

innumerable karmic ties which have arisen out of past

service and bondage. The material world offers the necessary

environment for this interchange and interdependence.

On one hand these karmic ties trap the mind in a complex

web. On the other hand they facilitate collective life with

all its opportunities for exercise of love, sacrifice,

service and mutual help. Through the negative lessons of

hate and malice, as well as the positive lessons of love and

service, the individual finds himself compelled to

participate in collective effort. The mind's seeming

isolation is continually invaded by the life-streams of

other minds, ultimately enabling the individual to abandon

entirely the illusion he had entertained of being separate.

Thus he gradually comes to realize the unity of all life.

In spite of the suffering entailed, experience in the

material world of action is thus not without compensating

value. It constitutes a necessary phase in purifying the

consciousness of the mind from all illusion in order that it

may be transmuted into the consciousness of the soul.

One sees then that the material and spiritual worlds of

lower and higher illusion play an irreplaceable role in the

divine game, which has as its goal that man shall become

consciously aware of his own divinity. The positive values

derived from the divine sport in illusion cannot be

harvested without simultaneous collection of the residual

by-products of the coming-to-consciousness, termed

"impressions" or "sanskaras".

A newly constructed building is not considered to be really

completed until the debris of construction has been cleared

away. Similarly the fully developed individual consciousness

is not available for union with the Divine until these

residual products have been cleaned away and there is left

only the completely untrammeled, unitary nature of the

individualized soul, now fully conscious of self. As

discussed earlier, in the processes of both sleep and death

the individual returns unconsciously and briefly to the

beyond-beyond state of God. In it the soul achieves

refreshment before it returns first to the subconscious

state of ordinary dreams or the intense subconscious state

of heaven or hell, and then to the ordinary conscious state

of wakefulness or reincarnate life.

The individual cannot remain in the beyond-beyond state of

God for long for very important reasons. The goal is to

achieve the full awareness of consciousness, which is fully

achieved when all of the residual impressions have been

dispelled.

Full consciousness is achieved in the first human form, but

remains captured, so to speak, by the residual impressions,

which continue to exist regardless of the waking or sleep

state of the individual mind. It is as if they continued to

stand as the unpaid balance of the price of consciousness.

It is due to the standing impressions or sanskaras that

individual consciousness must return again and again from

oblivion to square its account with illusion, in illusion.

However consciousness must eventually disengage itself from

enmeshment in the material realm of action, for in the long

run all activities of the worldly man are like the movements

of someone on the surface of the ocean. He develops some

knowledge of the ocean of life through those activities, but

only as much as is obtainable through exploration on the

surface of the ocean. The time inevitably comes when he

wearies of surface-wanderings and makes up his mind to

plunge into the depths of the ocean of life.

Thereupon he becomes deeply concerned with the riddles of

"whither" and "whence", and this fact constitutes his

spiritual birth, by which he is eventually ushered onto the

path.

LISTEN, HUMANITY, pp. 153-155, ed Don E. Stevens

Copyright 1982 AMBPPCT

A golden compass

I am a Golden Compass--
watch me whirl.

To the east and to the west
to the north and to the south,
in all directions I will true course
toward laughter and unity.

To everywhere I will deliver enlightenment
on the back of camels, birds
and strong pilgrims.

Into every country
I will carry the Holy Names and dance,
and dance.

I am a Golden Compass--
watch me sing and spin
illustrious strands of lyrics and truth.

I am a Divine Agent.
Your passage to light, your ticket,
may need my stamp.

My feet and verse are now ecstatic
and midair;
just place yourself beneath our leaping arch--
we will sweetly rain upon you.

Watch me whirl into nothingness
your fears and darkness--
just keep tossing them onto my golden plate.

I am a Holy Instrument always tuned by God.
I live beyond every dimension.

I have been lifted drunk off the floor
in a Magnificent Tavern.

Now at my seat upon Divine Love
I gaze at Everything with brilliant, clear eyes.

I can so easily lean my cheek across this small table
of time and space

And let you touch my beautiful laughing
wooly beard.

Hafiz is an Emerald Compass.
My knowledge will put manna in your purse.

My only duty that now remains
to this world
is from every direction
to forever serve you wine and 
hope.

Hafiz is a Golden Skirt
the Beloved has lifted off a magnificent floor
and has tied around His waist.

Watch us whirl, whirl,
whirl!

                        Hafiz