posted June 15, 2012 05:48 AM            

THE SHEIKH WHO PLAYED WITH CHILDREN

A certain young man was asking around,
"I need to find a wise person, I have a problem".
A bystander said, "There's no one with intelligence in our town except that man over there playing with the children,
the one riding the stick-horse.
He has keen, fiery insight and vast dignity,like the night sky, but he conceals it in the madness of child's play."

The yound seeker approached the children, "Dear father, you who have become a child, tell me a secret,"

"Go away. This is not a day for secrets."

"But please! Ride your horse this way, just for a minute."

The sheikh play-galloped over. "Speak quickly. I can't hold this one still for long, Whoops. Don't let him kick you.
This is a wild one!"

The young man felt he couldn't ask his serious question in the crazy atomosphere, so he joked,
"I need to get married,
Is there someone suitable on this street?"

"There are three kinds of women in the world.
Two are griefs, and one is a treasure to the soul.
The first, when you marry her, is all yours.
The second, is half yours and the third is not yours at all.
Now get out of here, before this horse kicks you in the head! Easy now!"

The sheikh rode off among the children,
The young man shouted, "Tell me more about the kinds of women!"

The sheikh, on his cane horsie, came closer,
"The virgin of your first love is all yours.
She will make you feel happy and free. A childless widow is the second. She will be half-yours. The third, who is nothing to you is a married woman with a child.
By here first husband she had a child, and all her love goes into that child. She will have no connection with you. Now watch out.
Back away. I'm going to turn this rascal around!"
He gave a loud whoop and rode back,
calling the children around him.

"One more question, Master!"
The Sheikh circled, "What is it? Quickly! That rider over there needs me, I think I'm in love."

"What is this playing that you do? Why do you hide your intelligence so?"
"The people here want to put me in charge. They want me to be judge, magistrate, and interpreter of all the texts.
The knowing I have doesn't want that. It wants me to enjoy itself, I am a plantation of sugarcane, and at the sametime I'm eating the sweetness."
Knowledge that is acquired is not like this. Those who have it worry if audience like it or not.

It's a bait for popularity.

posted June 15, 2012 05:53 AM            

I would love to kiss you
The price of kissing is your life

posted June 15, 2012 06:11 AM            

UNFOLD YOUR OWN MYTH

Who goes early to discover the moment light begins?
Who finds us here circling, bewildered, like atoms?
Who comes to a spring thirsty
and sees the moon reflected in it?
Who, like Jacob blind with grief and age,
smells the shirt of his lost son and can see again?
Who lets a bucket down and brings up a flowing prophet? Or like Moses goes for fire and finds what burns inside the sunrise?
Jesus slips into a house to escape enemies,
and opens a door to the other world.
Solomon cuts open a fish, and there's a gold ring.
Omar storms in to kill the prophet
and leaves with blessings.
Chase a deer and end up everywhere!
An oyster opens his mouth to swallow one drop.
Now there's a pearl.
A vagrant wonders empty ruins.
Suddenly he is wealthy.
But don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth, without complicated explanations, so everyone will understand the passage,
We have opened you.
Start walking toward Shams. Your legs will get heavy and tired. Then comes a moment of feeling the wings you've grown, lifting.

(I love this one)

posted June 15, 2012 10:57 AM            

Love is reckless; not reason.
Reason seeks a profit.
Having died of self-interest,
Love risks everything and asks for nothing.
Rumi

Silence
You are the diamond in me
the Jewel of my real wealth!
From your soft earth
grow thousands
of rose gardens
whose perfumes
drown me
in my heart.
Rumi

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy,
absentminded. Someone sober
will worry about things going badly.
Let the lover be.
Rumi

We are the mirror as well as the face in it.
We are tasting the taste this minute of eternity.
We are pain and what cures pain both.
We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.
Rumi

posted June 26, 2012 03:42 PM            

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Remember, love can conquer the influences of the planets....It can even eliminate karma.

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posted June 28, 2012 11:58 AM            

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Originally posted by Love&Light:
The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,
They're in eachother all along.

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posted June 29, 2012 02:56 AM            

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Remember, love can conquer the influences of the planets....It can even eliminate karma.

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posted June 29, 2012 06:48 AM            

*spine tingles*

posted July 05, 2012 11:45 PM            

TWO FRIENDS

A certain person came to the Friend's door and knocked.
"Who's there?"
"It's me."
The Friend answered, "Go away. There's no place for raw meat at this table."
The individual went wandering for a year.
Nothing but the fire of separation
can change hypocracy and ego. The person returned completely cooked,
walked up and down in front of the Friend's house,
gently knocked.
"Who is it?"
"You".
"Please come in, my self,
there's no place in this house for two.
The doubled end of the thread is not what goes through the eye of the needle.
It's a single-pointed, fined-down, thread end,
not a big ego-beast with baggage."

But how can a camel be thinned to a thread?
With the shears of practices, with doing things.

And with help from the one who brings
impossibilities to pass, who quiets willfulness, who gives sight to one blind from birth.

Every day that one does something.
Take that as your text.

Every day God sends forth three powerful energies:
One, from the sperm of the father into the mother, so growth may begin.
Two,a birth from the womb of the ground,
so male and female may spring into existence.

There, there's a surge up from the surface
into what is beyond dying, that the real beauty of creating can be recognised.

There's no way to ever say this.

Let's return to the two friends whose thread
became single,
who spell with their two letters
the original word BE.

B and E tighten around subjects and objects
that one knot may hold them. Two scissor blades make one cut.

And watch two men washing clothes.
One makes dry clothes wet. The other makes wet clothes dry. They seem to be thwarting each other, but their work is a perfect harmony.

every holy person seems to have a different doctrine
and practice, but there's really only one work.

Someone listening to a millstone falls asleep.
No matter. The stone keeps turning.

Water from the mountain
far above the mill keeps flowing down.
The sleepers will get their bread.

Underground it moves, without sound, and without repetition. Show us where that source of speech is that has no alphabet. That spaciousness.

Where we are now is a narrow fantasy
that comes from there, and the actual, outside world is even narrower. Narrowness is pain, and the cause of narrowness is manyness.

Creation was spoken with one sound, BE.
The two letters, B and E,
to record it, came after.
The meaning of the sound and its resonance
are one.

There's no way to ever say this,
in so many words! And no place to stop saying it.

posted July 06, 2012 05:17 PM            

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Originally posted by Love&Light:
I would love to kiss you
The price of kissing is your life

Now my loving is running toward my life shouting
What a bargain, let's buy it.

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posted July 07, 2012 10:38 PM            

Here are some Gems from Rumi from the book
The Essential Rumi
Translations by Coleman Barks
New Expanded Edition

EACH NOTE

Advise doesn't help lovers!

They're not the kind of mountain stream
you can build a dam across.

An intellectual doesn't know what the drunk is feeling.

Don't try to figure
what those lost inside love
will do next!

Someone in charge would give up all his power,
if he caught one whiff of the wine-musk
from the room where the lovers
are doing who knows what?

One of them tries to dig a whole through a mountain.

One flies from academic honors.
One laughs at famous mustaches!

Life freezes if it doesn't get a taste
of this almond cake.

The stars come up spinning every night,
bewildered in love.

They'd grow tired with that revolving,
if they weren't.

They'd say,
"How long doe we have to do this!"

God picks up the reed flute world and blows.
Each note is a need coming through one of us,
a passion, a longing-pain.

Remember the lips where the wind-breath originated,
and let your note be clear.
Don't try to end it.
Be your note.
I'll show you how it's enough.

Go up on the roof at night
in this city of the soul.

Let everyone climb on their roofs
and sing their notes!

Sing loud!

posted July 12, 2012 03:11 AM            

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Originally posted by Love&Light:
@ Cancer/Scorpio haha thats cute indeed. Did you get it? I am sure you would have but since you are so young.

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posted July 12, 2012 11:37 AM            

Here are some Gems from Rumi from the book
The Essential Rumi
Translations by Coleman Barks
New Expanded Edition

THE FORCE OF FRIENDSHIP

A sea cow, a dugong, finds a special pearl
and brings it up on land at night. By the light it gives off
the dugong can graze on hyacinths and lilies.

The excrement of the dugong is precious ambergris because it eats such beauty. Anyone who feeds on majesty becomes eloquent. The bee, from mystic inspiration, fills it rooms with honey.

So the dugong grazes at night in the pearl-glow.
Presently, a merchant comes and drops black loam over the pearl, then hides behind a tree to watch.

The dugong surges about the meadow like a blind bull.
Twenty times it rushes at nothing, passing the mound where the pearl is.

So Satan couldn't see the spirit center inside Adam.

God says, Descend, and a huge pearl from Aden gets buried under dirt.

The merchant knows, but the dugong doesn't.

Every clay-pile with a pearl inside
loves to be near any other clay-pile with a pearl,
but those without pearls cannot stand to be near the hidden companionship.

Remember the mouse on the river bank?
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 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 the raven of longing carries the flying frog.

posted September 11, 2012 07:17 PM            

I am your moon and your moonlight too
I am your flower garden and your water too.
I have come all this way eager for you,
without shoes or shawl.
I want you to laugh, to kill all your worries, to love you, to nourish you.
Oh sweet bitterness, I will soothe you and heal you.
I will bring you roses. I too have been covered with thorns.

Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ( Rumi)