This Voice Within Me

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Dear Friends,

 

In this time of suffering and sadness, and troubled times, I have one

voice - the one constant voice of love. There is nothing left to

be, nothing I can do but be this love. Attempting to keep in a high

state of consciousness is imperative for those who would do their

part to neutralize the negative vibrations of hatred, anger, and

fear. I must continue to sing the heart of a Bhakta. Do not think me

light-hearted in this matter, just light-hearted in His Love. I

must "be a full bucket pulled up the dark way of a well, then lifted

out into light. An ecstatic seed planted anyplace on earth comes up

with this crop we plant. The music of a reed flute anywhere floats in

the air as proof of our loving."

 

"This what we have now is not imagination.

This is not grief or joy,

not a judging hate

or an elation or a sadness.

Those come and go.

This is the Presence that doesn't.

It's dawn Hussam.

Here in the Splendor of Coral,

inside the Friend,

in the truth of what Alaj said.

What else could human beings want?

When grapes turn to wine,

they're wanting this.

When the night sky passes by,

it's really a crowd of beggars,

and they want some of this."

 

I keep listening to the voice of wisdom, the call of love, the

beating heart of compassion. Here is what Rumi says, that delights my

soul, and allows my heart to still sing, the solitary bird of myself

breaking into song at every step I come closer to the Beloved.

 

"Let the beauty we love,

be what we do.

There are a hundred ways

to kneel and kiss the ground.

Let the beauty we love,

be what we do."

 

Lalla, the 14th century mystic saint of Kashmir, was a contemporary

of Hafiz. She sings this song in such a way that lifts the heart in

bliss. It is not thinking, it is allowing the mystic heart to soar

in its nakedness.

 

"There is a passion in me,

that doesn't long for anything

from another human being.

I was given something else-

A hat in two worlds.

It fell off.

No matter. Fell off.

It really doesn't matter.

One morning I went to a place beyond dawn,

a source of sweetness that flows

and is never less.

I have been shown a beauty

that would confuse both worlds,

but I won't cause that uproar.

I am nothing but a head,

set upon the ground as a gift for the sun."

 

Hafiz, that marvelously seductive lover, that wit-filled saint, says

this so beautifully for us.

 

"There is a great mutual embrace

between the eternal and what dies,

between essence and accident.

The sport has different rules,

but it's basically the same in every case.

And remember -

The way you make love,

is the way God will be with you.

The way you make love,

is the way God will be with you."

 

There is much love working its wonders here at Harsha's satsang.

We can kneel in a thousand endless ways and kiss

the earth. We can turn in a thousand directions and bow to the

Beloved. We can be the difference, we can be the world we envision

right here, right now. We can turn to the one next to us and embrace

the Beloved. We can call a friend and hear the Beloved's voice. We

can look at the sky of Everything, and be Anything. I choose Love.

 

"The state of complete mental tranquility, attained by yoga

meditation, in which the self(ego) is satisfied by the vision of the

Self (soul); The state in which the sense-transcendent bliss

becomes known to the (awakened intuitive) intellignce, and in which

the yogi

remains enthroned, never again to be removed; the state that, once

found, the yogi considers as the treasure beyond all other treasure -

the state in which he is immune to every grief; That state is known

as Yoga - the pain-free state. the practice of Yoga is therefore to

be observed resolutely and with a stout heart."

 

~Bhagavad-Gita VI:20-23~

 

"I am dust particles in the sunlight.

I am the round sun.

To the bits of dust -

I say stay.

To the sun -

Keep moving.

I am morning mist,

and the breathing of evening."

I am a tree with a parrot in its branches -

Silence, thought, and voice."

 

"And the Friend holds up,

like a wine goblet,

some anonymous skull.

I am filled with You -

Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul.

there's no room for lack of trust or trust.

Nothing in this existence

but That Existence.

 

Here's the new rule -

Break the wine glass

and fall toward the Glassblower's Breath."

 

"Show me

the poetry of death

O! my Friend!"

 

~Dina Cox~

 

Let the Radiance of our Beloved break through the bonds of ignorance

and set all hearts on fire! Let us be a beacon light of compassion

and unconditional love for Love Itself. You are dear to my heart, my

beloved friends. We must keep singing like a wave of doves amidst a

heap of rubble. We must darken the skies of suffering with a deeper

hue of my Achyuta's Darkness. O my Beloved Krishna! Color us in your

darkness and your bright paints of ecstasy! Color the world with Your

obsidian tears of Compassion!

 

Love,

Mazie