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Monday, June 01, 2009

Prayer for the Abuser

Kuan Yin's Prayer for the Abuser

To those who withhold refuge,
I cradle you in safety at the core of my Being.
To those that cause a child to cry out,
I grant you the freedom to express your own choked agony.
To those that inflict terror,
I remind you that you shine with the purity of a thousand suns.
To those who would confine, suppress, or deny,
I offer the limitless expanse of the sky.
To those who need to cut, slash, or burn,
I remind you of the invincibility of Spring.
To those who cling and grasp,
I promise more abundance than you could ever hold onto.
To those who vent their rage on small children,
I return to you your deepest innocence.
To those who must frighten into submission,
I hold you in the bosom of your original mother.
To those who cause agony to others,
I give the gift of free flowing tears.
To those that deny another's right to be,
I remind you that the angels sang in celebration of you on the day of your birth.
To those who see only division and separateness,
I remind you that a part is born only by bisecting a whole.
For those who have forgotten the tender mercy of a mother's embrace,
I send a gentle breeze to caress your brow.
To those who still feel somehow incomplete,
I offer the perfect sanctity of this very moment.

12:56 AM

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Sunday, February 08, 2009

THAT LIVES IN US
Category: Religion and Philosophy

THAT LIVES IN US

If you put your hands on this oar with me,
they will never harm
another, and they will come to find
they hold everything you
want.

If you put your hands on this oar with me, they would no longer
lift
anything to your
mouth that might wound your precious land –
that sacred
earth that is your body.

If you put your soul against this oar with me,
the power that made the
universe will enter your sinew
from a source not outside your limbs, but from
a holy realm
that lives in us.

Exuberant is existence, time a husk.
When the moment cracks open,
ecstasy leaps out and devours space;
love goes mad with the blessings, like
my words give.

Why lay yourself on the torturer's rack of the past and the
future?
The mind that tries to shape tomorrow beyond its capacities
will
find no rest.

Be kind to yourself, dear – to our innocent follies.
Forget any sounds
or touch you knew that did not help you dance.
You will come to see that all
evolves us.

-RUMI

11:06 PM

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Friday, July 25, 2008

Surrender
Current mood:

calm
Category: Religion and Philosophy

The birds have vanished from the sky
and now the last cloud drifts away,
we sit together, the mountain and I
until only the mountain remains.

Li Po.

10:15 PM

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Friday, May 02, 2008

Someone Untied Your Camel
Current mood:

relaxed
Category: Religion and Philosophy

Someone Untied Your Camel

I cannot sit still with my countrymen in chains.
I cannot act mute
Hearing the world's loneliness
Crying near the Beloved's heart.

My love for God is such
That I could dance with him tonight without you.
But I would rather have you there.

Is your caravan lost?

It is,
If you no longer weep from gratitude or happiness,
Or weep
From being cut deep with the awareness
Of the extraordinary beauty
That emanates from the most simple act
And common object.

My dear, is your caravan lost?

It is if you can no longer be kind to yourself
And loving to those who must live
With the sometimes difficult task of loving you.

At least come to know
That someone untied your camel last night
For I hear its gentle voice
Calling for God in the desert.

At least come to know
That Hafiz will always hold a lantern

With galaxies blooming inside
And that

I will always guide your soul to
The divine warmth and exhilaration
Of our Beloved's
Tent.

'The Gift' - Poems by Hafiz the Great Sufi Master'
Versions by Daniel Ladinsky

7:41 PM

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Wednesday, April 09, 2008

I have come into this world to see this
Category: Religion and Philosophy

I have come into this world to see this:
the sword drop from men’s hands even at the height of their arc of anger because we have finally realized there is just one flesh to wound and it is His - the Christ’s, our Beloved’s.
I have come into this world to see this: all creatures hold hands as we pass through this miraculous existence we share on the way to even a greater being of soul, a being of just ecstatic light, forever entwined and at play with Him.
I have come into this world to hear this:
every song the earth has sung since it was conceived in the Divine’s womb and began spinning from His wish, every song by wing and fin and hoof, every song by hill and field and tree and woman and child, every song of stream and rock, every song of tool and lyre and flute, every song of gold and emerald and fire, every song the heartshould cry with magnificent dignity
to know itself as God: for all other knowledge
will leave us again in want and aching - only imbibing the glorious Sun will complete us.
I have come into this world to experience this:
men so true to love they would rather die before speaking an unkind word, men so true their lives are His covenant - the promise of hope. I have come into this world to see this: the sword drop from men’s hands even at the height of their arc of rage because we have finally realized there is just one flesh we can wound.

~ Hafiz

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Saturday, February 16, 2008

Trying to Get It
Current mood:

peaceful
Category: Religion and Philosophy

We try so hard to hang on to the teachings and "get it," but actually the truth sinks in like rain into very hard earth. The rain is very gentle, and we soften up slowly at our own speed. But when that happens, something has fundamentally changed in us. That hard earth has softened. It doesn't seem to happen by trying to get it or capture it. It happens by letting go; it happens by relaxing your mind, and it happens by the aspiration and the longing to want to communicate with yourself and others. Each of us finds our own way.

- Pema Chodron, Start Where You Are

1:23 AM

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Monday, November 19, 2007

A pointing from Niz .......
Current mood:

grateful
Category: Religion and Philosophy

In the light of consciousness all sorts of things happen and one need not give special importance to any.

The sight of a flower is as marvelous as the vision of God. Let them be. Why remember them and then make memory into a problem? Be bland about them; do not divide them into high and low, inner and outer, lasting and transient.

Go beyond, go back to the source,

go to the self that is the same whatever happens.

Your weakness is due to your conviction that you were born into the world. In reality the world is ever recreated in you and by you.

See everything as emanating from the light

which is the source of your own being.

~Nisargadatta

10:46 PM

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Monday, August 06, 2007

Words
Current mood:

relaxed
Category: Religion and Philosophy

Ibn 'Arabi said, "Tradition has left us only words; it is up to us to
find out what they mean." He also said, "The wise man will not allow
himself to be be tied to one form of belief." A large point of view
is a priceless gift, to be strived for and celebrated.

In the name of God, the Merciful, the Compassionate, and Him we ask
for aid: Praise be to God before whose oneness there was not a
before, unless the before were He, and after whose singleness there
is not an after, except the after be He. He is, and there is with Him
no after nor before, nor above nor below, nor far nor near, nor union
nor division, nor how nor where nor when, nor times nor moment nor
age, nor being nor place. And He is now as He was. He is the One
without oneness, and the single without singleness. He is not
composed of name and named, for His name is He and His named is He.
So there is no name other than He, nor named. And so He is the Name
and the Named. He is the first without firstness, and the last
without lastness. He is the outward without outwardness, and the
inward without inwardness. I mean that He is the very existence of
the First and the very existence of the Last, and the very existence
of the Outward and the very existence ofthe Inward. So that there is
no first nor last, nor outward nor inward, except Him, without these
becoming Him or His becoming them.

Understand, therefore, in order that thou mayest not fall into the
error of the Hululis: He is not in a thing nor a thing in Him,
whether entering in or proceeding forth. It is necessary that thou
know Him after this fashion, not by knowledge ('ilm), nor by
intellect, nor by understanding, nor by imagination, nor by sense,
nor by the outward eye, nor by the inward eye, nor by perception.
There does not see Him, save Himself; nor perceive Him, save Himself.
By Himself He sees Himself, and by Himself He knows Himself. None
sees Him other than He, and none perceives Him other than He. His
veil is (only a part of) His oneness; nothing veils other than He.
His veil is (only) the concealment of His existence in His oneness,
without any quality. None sees Him other than He - no sent prophet,
nor saint made perfect, nor angel brought nigh knows Him. His Prophet
is He, and His sending is He, and His word is He. He sent Himself
with Himself to Himself. There was no mediator nor any means other
than He. There is no difference between the Sender and the thing
sent, and the person sent and the person to whom he is sent. The very
existence of the prophetic message is His existence. There is no
other, and there is no existence to other, than He, nor to its
ceasing to be (fana'), nor to its name, nor to its named.

- The Shaykh of Shaykhs

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Thursday, May 03, 2007

Pooh Wisdom
Category: Religion and Philosophy

If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.

Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to
watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know
everything there is to be known.

Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along,
listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering.

Those who are clever, who have a Brain, never understand anything.

Before beginning a Hunt, it is wise to ask someone what you are looking
for before you begin looking for it.

"Pooh," said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain."

"I know," said Pooh humbly."

~winnie the pooh

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Sunday, April 15, 2007

The Invitation
Category: Religion and Philosophy

http://www.oriahmountaindreamer.com/

The Invitation

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes."

It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.