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Dear Ones, if you might find the chance to read the ecstatic poetry

of Mirabai about her Beloved Achyuta, oh, Beloveds, she called to her

Dark-Eyed Lotus One, she can take you into the Heart of Love and

there is nothing, nothing but Heart-breaking weeping so compelling

that all one can hope to do is endure a Beauty so Unutterable and so

Beautiful of a Beauty, we could never have known such a thing could

be experienced, and then endured when such a thing cannot even be

touched from afar and leave anyone not crying for the Beautiful

Beloved One. Here are two poems from our Beloved Mirabai.

 

 

 

Take a yogin

for lover, get nothing but grief.

He beguiles you with intimate whispers - all

worthless.

Sister, He plucks your flower

like a sprig of jasmine,

then pulls on His robe and is gone.

Mira says: Dark One

i saw You once,

but tonight i'm an utter wreck.

 

 

 

 

Let them gossip -

this mind never wavers.

Love fixes my mind on that Enchanter

of minds

as sorcery fixes on gold.

Birth after birth lost to slumber

until, hearing the teacher's

word i awoke,

mother, father, household, tribe -

snap like a thread!

Mira's Lord can lift mountains -

He has aroused her.

 

 

Love,

Mazie

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Take a yogin

for lover, get nothing but grief.

He beguiles you with intimate whispers - all

worthless. Sister, He plucks your flower

like a sprig of jasmine,

then pulls on His robe and is gone.

Mira says: Dark One

i saw You once,

but tonight i'm an utter wreck.

Let them gossip -

this mind never wavers.

Love fixes my mind on that Enchanter

of minds

as sorcery fixes on gold.

Birth after birth lost to slumber

until, hearing the teacher's

word i awoke,

mother, father, household, tribe -

snap like a thread!

Mira's Lord can lift mountains -

He has aroused her.

Gosh, Mazie,

You really must dig Mira a whole heck of a lot, 'cos these are awful poems.

They are not really even good as "prose-poems."

Your own poetry is infinitely better.

And no, I find little that is deep, revealing, inspirational or

enlightened in them, either. They are insipid, self focused and

amazingly free of melodic elements.

The divine might be hiding inside Mira's poetry, but the Divine is hiding really well.

The illusion of Maya can creep into our view of others, too,

particularly when we are lullled into a worshipful state. We should

respect thoughtful and kind teachers, but never worship...

That path leads to chaos and destruction.

There is only one Divine Ultimate--

And it's not embodied in any one person, or persons.

Still loving you, but concerned....

Blessings,

Zenbob

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, zen2wrk@a... wrote:

> In a message dated 6/8/02 11:42:28 PM Pacific Daylight Time,

> sraddha54@h... writes:

>

>

> >

> > Take a yogin

> > for lover, get nothing but grief.

> > He beguiles you with intimate whispers - all

> > worthless.

> > Sister, He plucks your flower

> > like a sprig of jasmine,

> > then pulls on His robe and is gone.

> > Mira says: Dark One

> > i saw You once,

> > but tonight i'm an utter wreck.

> >

> >

> >

> >

> > Let them gossip -

> > this mind never wavers.

> > Love fixes my mind on that Enchanter

> > of minds

> > as sorcery fixes on gold.

> > Birth after birth lost to slumber

> > until, hearing the teacher's

> > word i awoke,

> > mother, father, household, tribe -

> > snap like a thread!

> > Mira's Lord can lift mountains -

> > He has aroused her.

> >

> >

> >

>

> Gosh, Mazie,

>

> You really must dig Mira a whole heck of a lot, 'cos these are

awful poems.

>

> They are not really even good as "prose-poems."

 

Dear Zenbob,

 

Poetry is held in the heart of the reader, and all of us take away

something different. You call it "awful" and i call it awfully moving

to me. But hey, differences are so fine for they show many sides of

the same story beheld in the viewer, all equally valid in my view.

>

> Your own poetry is infinitely better.

 

For some reason i take not alot of delight in this statement, for how

can you praise the very poetry you seem to see as "plagerized" from

Mevlana. it doesn't achieve whatever aim you might have in saying

this to me about my writing Zenbob, that it is "infinitely better."

>

> And no, I find little that is deep, revealing, inspirational or

enlightened

> in them, either. They are insipid, self focused and amazingly free

of

> melodic elements.

>

> The divine might be hiding inside Mira's poetry, but the Divine is

hiding

> really well.

 

So you say and so we differ in what we find as good poetry. i do love

Mira's words and i do enjoy immensely this particular version given

of her words. Looking for the beauty i find the Beauty, looking for a

kind of critical answer to be given about the writing itself, you

find just that, insipidness and lack. Let the Beauty we Love be what

we do, but oh, hey, remember, that was Rumi's words not my own. Note

that i did not claim them as my own.

>

> The illusion of Maya can creep into our view of others, too,

particularly

> when we are lullled into a worshipful state. We should respect

thoughtful

> and kind teachers, but never worship...

 

Presuming i am worshipping these words and teachers is mighty bold

Zenbob, for i have never said really anything along those lines

concerning worship. But then, i find worship, true worship in

everything presented, good, bad, ugly, beautiful, endlessly unfolding

is this worshipless worship for the Beloved's expressions. Perhaps

your own worship is a bit too close to your own words and statements

and views. Perhaps a bit too close to home and how you view it and

that is so limiting and short-sighted Dear. Give a little credit for

others' delights and expressions without always feeling the need to

set others straight on what is good and bad or right and wrong.

>

> That path leads to chaos and destruction.

 

Perhaps for you it might, i do not see this ever as a problem living

in peace and contentment.

>

> There is only one Divine Ultimate--

 

Ya think so?

>

> And it's not embodied in any one person, or persons.

 

No! Is it? Really Zenbob?

>

> Still loving you, but concerned....

 

This very statement of concern belies a hint of arrogance i think,

and correct me if i'm wrong, but you thinking that you should be

concerned is some form of thinking you know something more fully than

i do, and believe me dear, i think that you need have no sense of

concern for me in this matter. i know nothing but that i know i Love

and am Love and have nothing but Love for all, ALL of the expressions

of Beloved, even yours Zenbob, i find it another sweetly offered

expression of divine, albeit a bit self-serving i might add. And yes,

still loving you regardless of your insistence in correcting me and

not even knowing at all what or who or where i am coming from. Rest a

bit and take off some time to examine your own expressions and

workings, perhaps then you will see that there is no one to be

concerned about and especially as it is so laughable that you feel

this way so flippantly.

>

> Blessings,

 

Yes, Blessings, may they open our heart to Love and only Love.

>

> Zenbob

 

Mazie

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, Mazie wrote:

> Poetry is held in the heart of the reader, and all of us take away

> something different. You call it "awful" and i call it awfully

> moving to me. But hey, differences are so fine for they show many

> sides of the same story beheld in the viewer, all equally valid in

> my view.

 

Well said. I personally enjoyed the poems. I even considered

commenting to the group that I was intrigued by them.

 

(Let that be a note to all Expressors of the Divine:

My Silence may well be indeed be praise)

 

Love,

David

(insipid, self focused and amazingly

free of melodic elements for those so inclined)

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on 6/9/02 1:59 PM, david bozzi at david.bozzi (AT) inkblotpoetry (DOT) com wrote:

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(Let that be a note to all Expressors of the Divine:

My Silence may well be indeed be praise)

Love,

David

(insipid, self focused and amazingly

free of melodic elements for those so inclined)

==================

Thanks David....before *and* after the fact. (I already knew)

Love,

Shawn

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