The subject tonight is Love
And for tomorrow night as well,
As a matter of fact
I know of no better topic
For us to discuss
Until we all
Die!
Hazrat Inayat Khan
discover some of wonderful poetry from this amazing Sufi master here.
The subject tonight is Love
And for tomorrow night as well,
As a matter of fact
I know of no better topic
For us to discuss
Until we all
Die!
Hazrat Inayat Khan
discover some of wonderful poetry from this amazing Sufi master here.
Open your window
early in the morning
and let the true life
come in.
The birds’ singing
and the majestic silence
listening to their song:
The Joy and The Silence
united
this is The True Life.
poem by axinia
That I should make much of myself and turn it on all sides,
thus casting colored shadows on thy radiance
—such is thy Maya.
Thou settest a barrier in thine own being
and then callest thy severed self in myriad notes.
This thy self-separation has taken body in me.
The poignant song is echoed through all the sky in many-coloued tears
and smiles, alarms and hopes; waves rise up and sink again,
dreams break and form.
In me is thy own defeat of self.
This screen that thou hast raised is painted with innumerable figures
with the brush of the night and the day.
Behind it thy seat is woven in wondrous mysteries of curves,
casting away all barren lines of straightness.
The great pageant of thee and me has overspread the sky.
With the tune of thee and me all the air is vibrant,
and all ages pass with the hiding and seeking of thee and me.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
All humans to me are god-like Gods!
My eyes no longer see
vice or fault.
Life on this suffering earth
is now endless delight;
the heart at rest, full,
overflowing.
In the mirror, the face and its reflection —
they watch each other;
different, but one.
And, when the stream pours into the ocean…
no more stream!
poem by Indian Saint Tukaram ((1608 – c. 1650)
image by me.
This is an incredibly beautiful and profound poem from the Hindu Tradition of Advaita (non-dualism), by Jnanadev (1275 – 1296). I love the way it shows the play between the male and female elements in the Universe…
I offer obeisance to the God and Goddess,
The limitless primal parents of the universe.
They are not entirely the same,
Nor are they not the same.
We cannot say exactly what they are.
How sweet is their union!
The whole world is too small to contain them,
Yet they live happily in the smallest particle.
These two are the only ones
Who dwell in this home called the universe.
When the Master of the house sleeps,
The Mistress stays awake,
And performs the functions of both.
When He awakes, the whole house disappears,
And nothing at all is left.
Two lutes: one note.
Two flowers: one fragrance.
Two lamps: one light.
Two lips: one word.
Two eyes: one sight.
These two: one universe. (more…)
The Fall’s fallen leaves bring me into a poetic mood
There is some special attraction in them,
while they are covering the earth so gentle…
The Fall’s fallen leaves bring me into philosophic mood
There is some special attraction in them,
while they are laying down the earth so free…
A fallen leaf reminds me of a mature person
That has the ego no more
A person that has become so wise
That is gets free from all boundaries
And humbly bows down to the Mother Earth
Touching its velvet skin with the golden light
Of the fallen leaf’s heart…
poem and image by axinia
God created mother coz
He can’t be present everywhere…
But I feel god made mother coz,
He can’t fill that place…
never have I learnt anything
than in her cradle
never I felt any love,
than in her cuddle…
the stairway to heaven in her mothers lap
the doorway of love is in her eyes (more…)
Tukaram is one of my favourite poet-saints about whom I had one of the strongest spiritual experiences ever. I once visited the place where he lived and was totally smashed into the bliss for hours…. This is the place of his samadhi (feel the vibrations!!):
Tukaram was born in 1608, in the small village of Dehu in the West Indian state of Maharashtra. Tukaram continuously sang the praises of the Lord, he sang it in the form of abhangs which he wrote. These were in his mother tongue Marathi. The abhangs express his feelings and philosophical outlook. During his 41 years, Tukaram composed over 5,000 abhangs. Many of them speak of events in his life, which make them somewhat autobiographical. Yet, they are focused on God, and not Tukaram. His abhangs became very popular with the masses of common people. It was this very popularity that caused the religious establishment (the high caste Brahmins) to hate and persecute Tukaram. as, he was causing them to lose their power over the people.
There are many miracles attributed to Tukaram.
Here is a small poem of him: (more…)
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