There is a way between voice and presence where information flows.
In disciplined silence it opens.
With wandering talk it closes.
Your body is a divine stream,
as is your spirit.
When your two great rivers merge, one voice is found
and the earth applauds
Shrines are erected to those songs
the hand and heart have sung
as they serve
the worldwith a love, a love
–St. John of the Cross
Let your love flow outward through the universe,To its height, its depth, its broad extent,A limitless love, without hatred or enmity.Then as you stand or walk,Sit or lie down,As long as you are awake,Strive for this with a one-pointed mind;Your life will bring heaven to earth.
Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally presentAll time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstractionRemaining a perpetual possibilityOnly in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has beenPoint to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memoryDown the passage which we did not takeTowards the door we never openedInto the rose-garden. My words echoThus, in your mind.
But to what purposeDisturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leavesI do not know.
Other echoesInhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,Round the corner. Through the first gate,Into our first world, shall we followThe deception of the thrush? Into our first world.
There they were, dignified, invisible,Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves,In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air,
And the bird called, in response toThe unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the rosesHad the look of flowers that are looked at.
There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting.So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern,Along the empty alley, into the box circle,To look down into the drained pool.
Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged,And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight,And the lotus rose, quietly, quietly,The surface glittered out of heart of light,And they were behind us, reflected in the pool.
Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty.
Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kindCannot bear very much reality.
Time past and time futureWhat might have been and what has beenPoint to one end, which is always present.
–T. S. Eliot
What happens when your soul
begins to awaken
and your heart
and the cells of your body
to the great Journey of Love?
First there is wonderful laughter
and probably precious tears
and a hundred sweet promises
and those heroic vows
no one can ever keep.
But still God is delighted and amused
you once tried to be a saint.
What happens when your soul
begins to awake in this world
to our deep need to love
and serve the Friend?
Oh, the Beloved
will send you
one of his wonderful, wild companions –
... when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart:Your seeds shall live in my body,And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart,And your fragrance shall be my breath,And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.
Love all that has been created by God, both the whole and every grain of sand.
Love every leaf and every ray of light.
Love the beasts and the birds, love the plants,
love every separate fragment.
If you love each separate fragment,
you will understand the mystery
of the whole resting in God.
It could happen any time, tornado,
earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen.
Or sunshine, love, salvation.
It could, you know. That's why we wake
and look out -- no guarantees
in this life.
But some bonuses, like morning,
like right now, like noon,
For the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth - that Love is the ultimate and highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love.
Run, my dear,
from anything that may not strengthen
your precious budding wings,
Run like hell, my dear,from anyone likely to put a sharp knifeinto the sacred, tender visionof your beautiful heart.We have a duty to befriendthose aspects of obediencethat stand outside of our houseand shout to our reason"oh please, oh pleasecome out and play!"For we have not come here to take prisoners,or to confine our wondrous spirits,But to experience ever and ever more deeplyour divine courage, freedom,and Light.
The first step in love is losing your head. After the petty ego you then give up your life and bear the calamity. With this behind you, proceed: polish the ego's rust from the mirror of your self
–Fakhr al-Din Iraqi
David and Sabrineh Fideler translations
Home again. But what was home?
The fish has vast ocean for home.
And man has timelessness and nowhere.
"I won't delude myself with the fallacy of home," he said to himself.
The four walls are a blanket I wrap around in,
in timelessness and nowhere, to go to sleep.
First find the immutable center where all movement takes birth. Just like a wheel turns round an axle, so must you be always at the axle in the center and not whirling at the periphery.
...Running after saints is merely another game to play. Remember yourself instead and watch your daily life relentlessly. Be earnest, and you shall not fail to break the bonds of inattention and imagination.
Pardon all runners,
All speechless, alien winds,
All mad waters.
Pardon their impulses,
Their wild attitudes,
Their young flights, their reticence.
When a message has no clothes on
How can it be spoken.
We do not “come into” this world;
we come out of it, as leaves from a tree.
As the ocean “waves,” the universe “peoples.”
Every individual is an expression of the whole realm of nature, a unique action of the total universe.This fact is rarely, if ever, experienced by most individuals.Even those who know it to be true in theory do not sense or feel it, but continue to be aware of themselves as isolated “egos” inside bags of skin.You didn’t come into this world.
You came out of it, like a wave from the ocean.You are not a stranger here.
Men, animals, trees, stars, they are all hieroglyphics.
When you see them you do not understand them.
You think they are really men, animals, trees, stars.
It is only years later that you understand.
There are infinite numbers of lines that join us to things. They are real lines. You can feel them. The most difficult part about the warrior’s way is to realize that the world is a feeling. When one is not-doing, one is feeling the world, and one feels the world through its lines.
–Don Juan/Carlos Castaneda
How surely gravity's law, strong as an ocean current,
takes hold of even the strongest thing and pulls it toward
the heart of the world.
Each thing - each stone, blossom, child - is held in place.Only we, in our arrogance, push out beyond what we belong tofor some empty freedom.
If we surrendered to earth's intelligencewe could rise up rooted, like trees.Instead we entangle ourselves in knots of our own makingand struggle, lonely and confused.
So, like children, we begin again to learn from the things,because they are in God's heart; they have never left him.This is what the things can teach us:to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness.
Even a bird must do that before he can fly.
–Rainer Maria RilkeAnita Barrows/Joanna Macy translation
We commonly speak as though a single 'thing' could 'have' some characteristic. A stone, we say, is 'hard,' 'small,' 'heavy,' 'yellow,' 'dense,' etc.
That is how our language is made: 'The stone is hard.' And so on. And that way of talking is good enough for the marketplace: 'That is a new brand.' 'The potatoes are rotten.' 'The container is damaged.' ... And so on.
But this way of talking is not good enough in science or epistemology. To think straight, it is advisable to expect all qualities and attributes, adjectives, and so on to refer to at least two sets of interactions in time. ...
Language continually asserts by the syntax of subject and predicate that 'things' somehow 'have' qualities and attributes. A more precise way of talking would insist that the 'things' are produced, are seen as separate from other 'things,' and are made 'real' by their internal relations and by their behavior in relationship with other things and with the speaker.
It is necessary to be quite clear about the universal truth that whatever 'things' may be in their pleromatic and thingish world, they can only enter the world of communication and meaning by their names, their qualities and their attributes (i.e., by reports of their internal and external relations and interactions).
–Gregory Bateson (1904 - 1980)
Mind and Nature: A Necessary Unity
It is the hand that lifts, but you say “I lift”.
The eyes see but you say, “I see”.
The nose smells, but you say, “I smell”.
All this is the power of the Self and yet you say, “I did it”.
That power belongs to God.
Who is this ego arrogating ‘I’?
He has no place in the palace, but once admitted inside, he
overrules the king and affirms his own existence.
After some enquiry, this ego’s existence is easily disproved.
Then the king once again affirms, “I am Reality.”
There is one thing about this condition – there is bliss.
If there are two, then there is pain.
Where there is One, there is bliss.
–Sri Siddharameshwar Maharaj
I was sad one day and went for a walk;I sat in a field.A rabbit noticed my condition and came near.It often does not take more than that to help at times -to just be close to creatures whoare so full of knowing,so full of lovethat they don't - chat,they just gaze with their marvelous understanding.
–St. John of the Cross
Love Poems from God
Daniel Ladinsky translation