Guest guest Posted June 14, 2002 Report Share Posted June 14, 2002 Thank you Mazie dear. One who loves you. eric Some nights in the Beautiful Darkness, the Beautiful Mevlana comes to me with roses, bringing Fragrance with roses to continue instruction. What is this my Heart cries out! Breaking into Joy and weeping with laughter, the Beloved holds my Heart in His Own. Who is this weeping inside me, and Who is this weeping with me, through my eyes as His Eyes? Beloved Mevlana has nothing he wants from me, nothing i could ever give would be enough anyway, or so i always thought before. But last night my Dearest teacher in Love's poetics, he told me how much He wants me to sing. So i must sing to this Radiant One. And so he must ask me to give into Love always. What kind of Understanding has passed between us, What kind of bond do we have that He comes like this? i can never say for it is Unspeakable, yet i try every day to say what cannot be said. Because Mevlana wants me to sing i must sing. i sing if even so badly and so out of tune, even if off-key and even if dull as lead. For my Beloved has taken each word and Kissed it! He has pressed His Heart against my own, and the Light mingles although none can see this. "Where are the sleepers wandering tonight," he aske ME! i say to him, "How can i know what i do not know, Beloved?" And Darling-Hearted Beauty-Breathing One, He speaks quietly in a hushed whisper. Looks directly into my Heart's Core, oh God, the Delight! What he tells me cannot be said in words, for it is formless and free. It is free of anything that can be written, or spoken or sung or whispered, or shouted. "How then, how my Mevlana, can i sing for you?" Just become a river flowing like a wet and wondrous thing, and that is what he tells me to do. So i do what he says for me to do, i remain waterey. i plunge inside my Self and drown there. i emerge with beads of Love clinging like quicksilver. Pooling into this moment, Now, i have nothing to give. i can give nothing up or out or anywhere of This Love. It must give what It will when It will, and to whomever it wills to hear what i say. It is what i am are trying to sing, and yet... i am saying NOTHING, nothing is being said, ever. For what can be said is never It. Love is the Mystery of the Heart, Silent Communion. So i still will sing saying nothing saying everything, and this is what my Mevlana has said to do. Such is the way of Love between Beloveds! LoveAlways, Mazie ------------------------ Sponsor ---------------------~--> Will You Find True Love? Will You Meet the One? Free Love Reading by phone! Click Here! ---~-> /join All paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights, perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is always Present. It is Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the Finality of Eternal Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of Self-Knowledge, spontaneously arising from within into It Self. Welcome all to a. Your use of is subject to Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 14, 2002 Report Share Posted June 14, 2002 Some nights in the Beautiful Darkness, the Beautiful Mevlana comes to me with roses, bringing Fragrance with roses to continue instruction. What is this my Heart cries out! Breaking into Joy and weeping with laughter, the Beloved holds my Heart in His Own. Who is this weeping inside me, and Who is this weeping with me, through my eyes as His Eyes? Beloved Mevlana has nothing he wants from me, nothing i could ever give would be enough anyway, or so i always thought before. But last night my Dearest teacher in Love's poetics, he told me how much He wants me to sing. So i must sing to this Radiant One. And so he must ask me to give into Love always. What kind of Understanding has passed between us, What kind of bond do we have that He comes like this? i can never say for it is Unspeakable, yet i try every day to say what cannot be said. Because Mevlana wants me to sing i must sing. i sing if even so badly and so out of tune, even if off-key and even if dull as lead. For my Beloved has taken each word and Kissed it! He has pressed His Heart against my own, and the Light mingles although none can see this. "Where are the sleepers wandering tonight," he aske ME! i say to him, "How can i know what i do not know, Beloved?" And Darling-Hearted Beauty-Breathing One, He speaks quietly in a hushed whisper. Looks directly into my Heart's Core, oh God, the Delight! What he tells me cannot be said in words, for it is formless and free. It is free of anything that can be written, or spoken or sung or whispered, or shouted. "How then, how my Mevlana, can i sing for you?" Just become a river flowing like a wet and wondrous thing, and that is what he tells me to do. So i do what he says for me to do, i remain waterey. i plunge inside my Self and drown there. i emerge with beads of Love clinging like quicksilver. Pooling into this moment, Now, i have nothing to give. i can give nothing up or out or anywhere of This Love. It must give what It will when It will, and to whomever it wills to hear what i say. It is what i am are trying to sing, and yet... i am saying NOTHING, nothing is being said, ever. For what can be said is never It. Love is the Mystery of the Heart, Silent Communion. So i still will sing saying nothing saying everything, and this is what my Mevlana has said to do. Such is the way of Love between Beloveds! LoveAlways, Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 14, 2002 Report Share Posted June 14, 2002 , ErcAshfrd@a... wrote: > > Thank you Mazie dear. > One who loves you. > eric Oh Sweetheart, Dearheart, You are so very Beautiful to this Heart, and i thank You for this. What Love gives is beyond words, beyond anything i can ever say, and yet i must keep trying to say what cannot be said, for that is my very expression in this lifetime, carried from Konya so long ago with my Beloved Mevlana and the Indescribable Shams-i-Tabriz. You are the Glint in the Beloved's Eye and i See You so clearly... LoveAlways, Mazie > > > > > Some nights in the Beautiful Darkness, > > the Beautiful Mevlana comes to me with roses, > > bringing Fragrance with roses to continue instruction. > > > > What is this my Heart cries out! > > Breaking into Joy and weeping with laughter, > > the Beloved holds my Heart in His Own. > > > > Who is this weeping inside me, > > and Who is this weeping with me, > > through my eyes as His Eyes? > > > > Beloved Mevlana has nothing he wants from me, > > nothing i could ever give would be enough anyway, > > or so i always thought before. > > > > But last night my Dearest teacher in Love's poetics, > > he told me how much He wants me to sing. > > So i must sing to this Radiant One. > > > > And so he must ask me to give into Love always. > > What kind of Understanding has passed between us, > > What kind of bond do we have that He comes like this? > > > > i can never say for it is Unspeakable, > > yet i try every day to say what cannot be said. > > Because Mevlana wants me to sing i must sing. > > > > i sing if even so badly and so out of tune, > > even if off-key and even if dull as lead. > > For my Beloved has taken each word and Kissed it! > > > > He has pressed His Heart against my own, > > and the Light mingles although none can see this. > > "Where are the sleepers wandering tonight," he aske ME! > > > > i say to him, "How can i know what i do not know, Beloved?" > > And Darling-Hearted Beauty-Breathing One, > > He speaks quietly in a hushed whisper. > > > > Looks directly into my Heart's Core, oh God, the Delight! > > What he tells me cannot be said in words, > > for it is formless and free. > > > > It is free of anything that can be written, > > or spoken or sung or whispered, or shouted. > > "How then, how my Mevlana, can i sing for you?" > > > > Just become a river flowing like a wet and wondrous thing, > > and that is what he tells me to do. > > So i do what he says for me to do, i remain waterey. > > > > i plunge inside my Self and drown there. > > i emerge with beads of Love clinging like quicksilver. > > Pooling into this moment, Now, i have nothing to give. > > > > i can give nothing up or out or anywhere of This Love. > > It must give what It will when It will, > > and to whomever it wills to hear what i say. > > > > It is what i am are trying to sing, and yet... > > i am saying NOTHING, nothing is being said, ever. > > For what can be said is never It. > > > > Love is the Mystery of the Heart, Silent Communion. > > So i still will sing saying nothing saying everything, > > and this is what my Mevlana has said to do. > > > > Such is the way of Love between Beloveds! > > > > > > > > LoveAlways, > > Mazie > > > > > > > > > > > > /join > > > > > > > > > > > > All paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights, > > perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside > > back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than > > the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of > > Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is always Present. It is > > Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the Finality > > of Eternal Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of Self- Knowledge, > > spontaneously arising from within into It Self. Welcome all to > > a. > > > > > > > > Your use of is subject to > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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