Guest guest Posted June 29, 2002 Report Share Posted June 29, 2002 How To Be A Mystic A mystic knows the power of imagination And the direction of its flow - He allows that imaginative flow To be his inward unveiling, That it becomes his own truth of seeing. He sees the wine in the grape And remembers the seasons that have brought the wine into fruition. When he speaks of grapes - He speaks from the vine of life. He does not discard any religion or ritual. Yet he is not bound by any dogma. Even dogma He can unravel as a pure silk thread To reveal the tapestry of its inner reality. His life is his own interpretation, And that interpretation Is the book of his souls scripture As it is contemplated into form. A mystic becomes His own ever changing horizon - For he learns to see With a sight that is not limited By the curve of the world But is the vista of the worlds soul As it turns within him. He knows, that the outlook of truth Is a point of view that can be shared - Yet his truth is beyond any outlook, But is the in-look of God upon itself. That experience, is only an encountering Unless it is his own personal art work - Created into an image that can experience itself. He also knows that God Is beyond any experience or experiencer Yet is not apart from that duality also. If a questioner seeks sound as some opinion Silence is his answer. Yet he is not speechless, and can give words To answer each question For he knows the content of all questions. He knows that everything calls back to Unity Like rain becoming sea becoming sky. A mystic will accept any label you would give him. Though he may speak from a point of view, He knows it is just a variation of perspective - Just as definitions, are clothes That seem to be make a statement of difference But are only the outer appearance of truth. The mystic has ripened his harvest By cultivating good seeds Nurtured with inner attention. His wisdom is not clever, but contains The eye of God in the yield of himself. A harvest that is reaped only to be given away. He would be a clean vessel for clean water, And so although he knows that all is perfect, He also knows that his cup is earthen, As well as essence, and must be washed with the water of his awareness constantly. He understands that one moment of self-love Is richer then a lifetime Of research in spiritual libraries. He walks in no ones shadow Though accepts his own. He knows that there is always a sunset within a sunrise. Light and dark. Joy and sadness. Remembrance and Forgetfulness - do not pull him apart. He sees that valleys and mountains Are waves on the surface of life’s ocean. Sometimes he is deep and oceanic, sometimes A dancing wave, both a crest and a trough in one. He will talk about non-essential things, And make them essential to understanding. He will talk of momentous things, And render them into simplicity. He does not always speak the truth to you, For he knows that to do so May not relate to your understanding, And your truth matters to him as much as his. He is in communication with his Self And therefor he does not think of God or man As others do, but sees all as a conversation that takes places within him alone. The mystic has one love And one moral which is love. When he communes with that He speaks for that. He grasps that which cannot be grasped. He encompass that which cannot be compassed For he is not outside of anything. In this world he is what God becomes. Beyond this world he becomes what you really are. He sees the ocean in the raindrop and all of God in your silent tears. He cannot be other than compassionate Knowing that his heart is held by yours. He worships idols and sees no difference Between an idol, and the Source of all creation. In his divine workshop He sculptures this world to his ideal And with devotion makes that live forever. He is a mystic. One who fashions the mind from emptiness, And can see through that mind Knowing it is not there. He is the mystery. He brings forth light from his darkness And creates new sky’s In the realms of being. He is the mystic prayer of every soul To be opened by the mystic heart Of All there Is. love eric __________________ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 30, 2002 Report Share Posted June 30, 2002 Can I send copies of this one, too? It's not as melodic, poetically lovely, but it carries a great truth, and moves that heavy rock quite a ways down that road of life. I hope others will be inspired enough to pick up what many might think of as just a stepping stone, and rather than just walking on it, carry it even further, and place it in some profound and lovely spot. Four thumbs up. (I look in the mirror of life) Hugs, Blessings, Zenbob Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 1, 2002 Report Share Posted July 1, 2002 Yes. You can even rewrite it! love eric Eric: Can I send copies of this one, too? It's not as melodic, poetically lovely, but it carries a great truth, and moves that heavy rock quite a ways down that road of life. I hope others will be inspired enough to pick up what many might think of as just a stepping stone, and rather than just walking on it, carry it even further, and place it in some profound and lovely spot. Four thumbs up. (I look in the mirror of life) Hugs, Blessings, Zenbob /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. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 20, 2002 Report Share Posted July 20, 2002 Thank you dear brother Eric for sharing the fountain and marvel of your beauty and poetry. I hope you assemble all these in a book sometimes. Thank you Mazie and Robert and others also for all the poetry full of vitality and love. If people wish to share the beautiful poetry and writing by the talented members, please remember to make the proper attribution. That is the ethical and the proper way to behave and falls under "Right Conduct" One of the poets here informed me in a private e-mail that his writings were being shared without proper attribution. That is not fair as it can potentially impact a writer's livelihood. Please keep this in mind when quotes and poetry are taken from here and shared elsewhere. Thanks Love to all Harsha --- ErcAshfrd wrote: > > How To Be A Mystic > > A mystic knows the power of imagination > And the direction of its flow - > He allows that imaginative flow > To be his inward unveiling, > That it becomes his own truth of seeing. > > He sees the wine in the grape > And remembers the seasons > that have brought the wine into fruition. > When he speaks of grapes - > He speaks from the vine of life. > > He does not discard any religion or ritual. > Yet he is not bound by any dogma. > Even dogma > He can unravel as a pure silk thread > To reveal the tapestry of its inner reality. > > His life is his own interpretation, > And that interpretation > Is the book of his souls scripture > As it is contemplated into form. > > A mystic becomes > His own ever changing horizon - > For he learns to see > With a sight that is not limited > By the curve of the world > But is the vista of the worlds soul > As it turns within him. > > He knows, that the outlook of truth > Is a point of view that can be shared - > Yet his truth is beyond any outlook, > But is the in-look of God upon itself. > That experience, is only an encountering > Unless it is his own personal art work - > Created into an image that can experience itself. > He also knows that God > Is beyond any experience or experiencer > Yet is not apart from that duality also. > > If a questioner seeks sound as some opinion > Silence is his answer. > Yet he is not speechless, and can give words > To answer each question > For he knows the content of all questions. > He knows that everything calls back to Unity > Like rain becoming sea becoming sky. > > A mystic will accept any label you would give him. > Though he may speak from a point of view, > He knows it is just a variation of perspective - > Just as definitions, are clothes > That seem to be make a statement of difference > But are only the outer appearance of truth. > > The mystic has ripened his harvest > By cultivating good seeds > Nurtured with inner attention. > His wisdom is not clever, but contains > The eye of God in the yield of himself. > A harvest that is reaped only to be given away. > > He would be a clean vessel for clean water, > And so although he knows that all is perfect, > He also knows that his cup is earthen, > As well as essence, and must be washed > with the water of his awareness constantly. > > He understands that one moment of self-love > Is richer then a lifetime > Of research in spiritual libraries. > He walks in no ones shadow > Though accepts his own. > He knows that there is always a sunset within a > sunrise. > Light and dark. Joy and sadness. > Remembrance and Forgetfulness - do not pull him > apart. > He sees that valleys and mountains > Are waves on the surface of life’s ocean. > Sometimes he is deep and oceanic, sometimes > A dancing wave, both a crest and a trough in one. > > He will talk about non-essential things, > And make them essential to understanding. > He will talk of momentous things, > And render them into simplicity. > He does not always speak the truth to you, > For he knows that to do so > May not relate to your understanding, > And your truth matters to him as much as his. > > He is in communication with his Self > And therefor he does not think of God or man > As others do, but sees all as a conversation > that takes places within him alone. > The mystic has one love > And one moral which is love. > When he communes with that > He speaks for that. > > He grasps that which cannot be grasped. > He encompass that which cannot be compassed > For he is not outside of anything. > In this world he is what God becomes. > Beyond this world he becomes what you really are. > He sees the ocean in the raindrop > and all of God in your silent tears. > He cannot be other than compassionate > Knowing that his heart is held by yours. > > He worships idols and sees no difference > Between an idol, and the Source of all creation. > In his divine workshop > He sculptures this world to his ideal > And with devotion makes that live forever. > He is a mystic. > One who fashions the mind from emptiness, > And can see through that mind > Knowing it is not there. > He is the mystery. > He brings forth light from his darkness > And creates new sky’s > In the realms of being. > He is the mystic prayer of every soul > To be opened by the mystic heart > Of All there Is. > > > love > > eric > > __________________ > ===== /join Health - Feel better, live better http://health. 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