Let yourself be silently drawn to what you love.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
Doesn’t make any sense.
The One you are looking for Is the One who is looking.
"Be patient toward all that is unresolved in your heart
Try to love the questions themselves.
Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given
Because you would not be able to live them.
And the point is to live everything.
Live the questions now.
Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it,
Live along some distant day into the answers."
Rainer Maria Rilke
THE BREATHING PLACE
as a seal finds its breathing hole in the ice,
by letting yourself go into moments that pull
like a magnet to North.
You listen quietly until you know the moment, its song,
while it pulls a place in you and like the seal
you may find an Eskimo spear poised to strike you as you listen.
Then, you visit your breathing place where some moments
come, are lived quickly, and go.
Others visit for years and are still not over.
You must visit daily so the path remains visible
as the doubts of others try to entice you
to be their breathing place, try to make you forget
the place you have struggled to find.
Awareness cleaned my mind
To a polished mirroring.
The presence came near, and I knew
that was everything,
and I nothing.
The moment you have in your heart this
extraordinary thing called love and feel the
depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will
discover that for you the world is transformed.
I long for You so much I follow barefoot in Your
frozen tracks that are high in the mountains
that I know are years old. I long for you so much
I have begun to travel where I have never been before.
Hafiz, there is no one in this world who is not looking
for God. Everyone is trudging along with as much
dignity, courage and style as they possibly can.
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud
was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
This human being is a guest house,
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
Some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all,
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows
Who violently sweep your house
Of all it's furniture.
Still treat each guest honorably.
She may be cleaning you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
Meet them at the door laughing, And invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
Because each has been sent
As a guide from beyond.
When you love, give it everything you've got
and when you've reached your limit,
give it more and forget the pain of it
because as you face your death, it's only the love which will count.
All the rest
- the accomplishments and struggles, the fights ?
will be forgotten in your reflection
and if you have loved well, then it will have been worth it
and the joy of it will last you through to the end,
but if you have not death will always come too soon
and be too terrible to face.
Love exists for Love’s sake and nothing else.
It is spontaneous and spreads delight.
Everything is permeated by Love.
Love can conquer anything.
Selfless, pure, unalloyed Love leads us to God.
Selfish and constricted Love binds us to the world.
Unable to comprehend the pure and sacred nature of Love,
We are prey to endless worries because of our attachment to worldly objects.
Our primary duty is to understand the truth about the Love principle.
Once one understands the nature of Love, they will not go astray.
The person who, being really on the Way, falls upon
hard times in the world, will not, as a consequence,
turn to that friend who offers her refuge and comfort
and encourages their old self to survive.
Rather, she will seek out someone who will faithfully and
inexorably help her to risk herself, so that she may endure
the difficulty and pass courageously through it.
Only to the extent that a person exposes herself over
and over again to annihilation, can that which is
indestructible be found within them.
In this daring lies the dignity and
the spirit of true awakening.
When the mind is still, tranquil, not seeking any
answer or solution even, neither resisting or avoiding,
it is only then there can be a regeneration, because
only then is the mind capable of perceiving what is true,
and it is the truth that liberates, not our effort to be free.
If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in
The Mystery does not get clearer by repeating the question,
nor is it bought with going to amazing places.
Until you’ve kept your eyes
And your wandering still for fifty years,
You don’t begin to cross over from confusion.
All the yogas, whatever their source and character, have only one aim - to save you from the clamity of separate existance, of being a meaningless dot in a vast and beautiful picture.
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
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