When we can find our
eternal joy in the moment,
can we finally say,
“This moment is enough.”
But I’ll tell you something,
the joke is on us.
It isn’t wishful thinking
but just a knowing,
you ain’t seen nuthin yet.
When we can find our
eternal joy in the moment,
can we finally say,
“This moment is enough.”
But I’ll tell you something,
the joke is on us.
It isn’t wishful thinking
but just a knowing,
you ain’t seen nuthin yet.
My personal journey has led me into communion with the Divine within myself. My poetry is connected directly to that source in me. I have been enjoying many new poems and poets, but few, honestly, no one can touch the enlightened and aware poetry of Rumi for me at this time. I suppose that speaks of the journey itself. There is a progression. Things progress nicely. I wanted to share it with you. This poem cuts to the heart of the journey for me. I love this teaching because it is a conjunction of many such teachings in Judaism, Christianity, Buddhism and Hinduism. This is a nexus point of truth. You pay attention to those in a world with so many voices. You have to trust your heart, your only true guide. This is about living a non-dual life, merging the Divine into your conscious awareness. This is possible. It’s real.
The idea of the “No Self” is powerful and universal. There are extreme definitions of this concept. But you can learn for yourself by stopping your thinking and fretting and learning to BE where you are. Your Light is a precious gift. The way to embrace it is to let it Shine and just BE! Don’t hide your Light, you have found as I have, that is impossible. Let your vessels be broken and let the Divine swirling all around you lift you out and up into the highest Heaven.
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 hypocrisy 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 sheers of practices, with doing things.
And with help from the one who brings impossibilities to pass,
who quiets willfullness,
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.
Three, there’s a surge up from the surface
into what’s beyond dying, that the the real beauty
of creating can be recognized.
There’s no way to every 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 following 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.
…Meanwhile, a lion and a wolf were fighting…
You are one!
1000 Fusion bombs dissipating in my soul
I feel the waves of infinite potential
Rippling through my telomeres
Dissolution and reintegration
More here in solution
Than once before
God is our refuge and strength,
an ever-present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam
and the mountains quake with their surging.
There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
the holy place where the Most High dwells.
God is within her, she will not fall;
God will help her at break of day.
Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall;
he lifts his voice, the earth melts.
The Lord Almighty is with us;
the God of Jacob is our fortress.
Come and see what the Lord has done,
the desolations he has brought on the earth.
He makes wars cease
to the ends of the earth.
He breaks the bow and shatters the spear;
he burns the shields with fire.
He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth.”
And the Universe!
The Lord Almighty is with us!
Love fills the low places first
Then raises all to their best
Love whispers jagged truth
In hope you can learn
Love requires all from you
But gives you the power over death
Love is the unstoppable force
Love is the immovable Truth
Love is constant in its forgiving
Love is change
Love shows you what it means to be you
In the Light of all beings
Love is your Holy bulwark when everything
Seeks your Light
Love is most beautiful
In its sacrifice for All
In the toroidal forces of eternity
And your inner being
Let Love complete the connection
Between your heart and the Source
Let Love flow
I have been meditating on these thoughts. Rumi is the deepest ocean. He just gets deeper and deeper for me the more still and quiet I become.
“If you knew yourself for even one moment, if you could just glimpse your most beautiful face, maybe you wouldn’t slumber so deeply in that house of clay.
Why not move into your house of joy and shine into every crevice!
For you are the secret Treasure-bearer, and always have been.
Didn’t you know?” – Rumi
“You have been walking the ocean’s edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry.
You must dive naked under and deeper under, a thousand times deeper. Love flows down.
The ground submits to the sky and suffers what comes. Tell me, is the earth worse for giving in like that?
Do not put blankets over the drum.
Open completely.” – Rumi
Whatever your path, are you negotiating or listening to all? Do you know yourself and your true voice? I am telling you that if you care only for yourself and needs, your path is an illusion of you. And the answers you think you have are worthless. Time to go back to the drawing board?
Cast yourself into the deep water with no questions or answers faith or belief. Scary? Exactly! Why do so few find it, you can I tell you! But you must lose all and your safe linear connection to the world. You will be surprised what you find. I promise you that.
Why not dive into your soul? See past your failure and desires, hopes and dreams. Look around you. This is your destiny right here, right now.
Dive into your ocean!
It’s been 6 years now since you passed
How you loved your stories and TV lives
And your living room filled with pirate’s booty
I am your oldest grandson
A nexus of generations
I hear you in the kitchen calling Sue
I see you buttering that awful white bread
With that killer spread
I remember your red cups
Those moments on the pier
Telling me, “Watch your pole now!”
Laughing at the smelly fish and shrimp
They always got away
I was not born for that
I loved your soft Tennessee drawl
Bingo!
I used to love to watch you play
How could you juggle all those cards so well
I remember the smell of the pines and tar
All those cigarettes, phew
As we pulled into the drive
Of your little cinder block house
My stomach jumped for Joy
It was always a mansion to me
And you were the fair lady of the tower
My protector
I wish I had not slipped away in the buzz of life
I wish I had remembered you on the important days
I live a life of Love and Light now
I have put childish things away
I promise to live with no regret
And burn brighter than the sun
I promise to always keep you in my heart
I will watch out for them
And help when I can
I’m pouring this one for you
And wishing your beloved Cowboys
Victory at last
Be at peace with Jim
I know you found each other again
In that cold place
And filled it with your love and warm embrace
Free from the chains of life
I look forward to one day joining you in
The Light
But not yet
I have a thing or two to do
I learned no one is promised tomorrow
So in this moment now I reflect best what I
Learned through your humble life
And know I feel you in the beat of my heart
Thank you for hands at my back
Peace
You are loved Beulah
“Nothing exists where there is no truth and no falsehood
therefore, a prudent human being dismisses
nothing but examines everything.
Love leads to Belief
Belief leads to
Wisdom,
because this leads
to the recognition of the Light“
No more shadows and secrets
All brought into the Light
The end leads back to
The Beginning
Alone
Melting through my soul
Stepping out of time
No movement
Gentle blue water lapping at
Heels of doubt and fear
Signs abound
The burning bush
Consuming all
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