Who Is Jesus?

[Guest guest]

Who Is Jesus?

Jesus is your souls unborn poem.

The poem that Mary conceived

when she became lost from her own thoughts

and began listening to the angel of surrender.

She cried out for help

and the spirit of the desert wind was born inside her.

Her cry became her own prophesy.

Love has said:

Of some messengers we have already told you the story;

of others we have not.....

You are your own messenger arriving as Jesus

Your own birth is always imminent

and always an immaculate conception

from the Mary of your forgiveness.

The intellect can only invent what it sees.

It can never create something new.

For this you need the seed of inspiration.

For this you need a Jesus

who can write without letters.

That seed has to be planted somewhere

make yourself a fallow field.

Something good will happen

something of God will happen,

you will become a human being.

The son of the moment.

What is poetry?

It is the stirring of a baby in the womb

In the manger of the unseen

where the subtle breath becomes a wild horse.

If you saddle that horse too eagerly

it becomes a tame donkey in the manifest.

Ride your wind-horse for a while

until it is ready to be the appearance of what it is.

Your life is a poem

A luminous oil for the lamp of love.

A parable of the heart, that Jesus speaks

when you don’t say the same thing over and over again.

Majnun and Layla live beyond the world of form.

They see the poem of their Jesus

and write love letters

creating new gospels of truth from their longing

to be the light of each other.

They know that the Jesus of their souls

has no history,

and so they can tell their love story

in a strange language only the heart hears.

Its this kind of gratitude

which gives Jesus his miraculous powers

to be born again within you.

When your Jesus starts crying for milk

run to the ocean and beg for a breast to suckle on

that has never been seen in the world.

Mary had to find a palm tree

far from her village to give birth.

You to will have to move into an unknown land

where every hand but Gods will be against you.

And don’t think you shall escape with your old mind,

that old habit will have to die also.

Jesus is always a beginner

He starts where your caravan of dreams halts.

Can you hear the laughter of your Jesus,

as he sits upon the tree of life

throwing apples at your weary head?

He knows that you are a faulty copy

of a new poem.

A mysterious doctrine that can only be delivered

from the soul of Mary

as she prays for a son

to be the messenger of love once more.

love

eric

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[Guest guest]

I think that says it all.

Blessings,

Zenbob

[Guest guest]

, ErcAshfrd@a... wrote:

>Majnun and Layla live beyond the world of form.

They see the poem of their Jesus

and write love letters

creating new gospels of truth from their longing

to be the light of each other.

They know that the Jesus of their souls

has no history,

and so they can tell their love story

in a strange language only the heart hears.

Its this kind of gratitude

which gives Jesus his miraculous powers

to be born again within you.

 

 

 

....here in predawn darkness

 

the shakuhachi at my lips

answers to your plaintive oud

 

we play for all the hungry ghosts

and all the lovely little lambs

amidst the lonely wolves

 

lightforce coursing through our nerves

splays our fingers open wide

 

within our heart

where fire burns

a tiny seed resides

 

we are lifted by

This Love

into the vanishing of

i

 

and in this formless ecstasy

that seed becomes Dawn Sky

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

b

[Guest guest]

, "hrtbeat7" <hrtbeat7> wrote:

> , ErcAshfrd@a... wrote:

>

> >Majnun and Layla live beyond the world of form.

> They see the poem of their Jesus

> and write love letters

> creating new gospels of truth from their longing

> to be the light of each other.

> They know that the Jesus of their souls

> has no history,

> and so they can tell their love story

> in a strange language only the heart hears.

> Its this kind of gratitude

> which gives Jesus his miraculous powers

> to be born again within you.

>

>

>

> ...here in predawn darkness

>

> the shakuhachi at my lips

> answers to your plaintive oud

>

> we play for all the hungry ghosts

> and all the lovely little lambs

> amidst the lonely wolves

>

> lightforce coursing through our nerves

> splays our fingers open wide

>

> within our heart

> where fire burns

> a tiny seed resides

>

> we are lifted by

> This Love

> into the vanishing of

> i

>

> and in this formless ecstasy

> that seed becomes Dawn Sky

 

Oh my Mashuq! Such a Beautiful expression this day from you about

this love we Are and have. And yes, is it nolt so my Love, is it not

just so? i Love you my Beloved One, and i am grateful beyond measure

for Your presence in my life. Love lifts and Love gives so much to

the Heart surrendered to That. Our continuous sobhet is astonishing

and so Sweet to behold day in and day out, lifetime after lifetime.

What Grace comes and gives cannot be said, for it is Unspeakable and

Unutterably Kind in the giving of Your Heart to mine, and my Heart to

Yours, and our OneHeart to the Beautiful Beloved One. Say I Am You

never rang more true than in this Love we Are experiencing with and

for one another. Love is the Sweetest Kiss imaginable when one gives

up trying to get it! It then pours like an Ocean of Bliss over You

and i, night and day, day and night, one long sigh into the Beloved's

Heart. Darling Heart, i thank You again and again for the Immense

Heart You have opened to me and have opened in me from God, and we

know that Love Alone Is. We do nothing but keep weeping and laughing

into this Fineness of Being being our Love and our HeartSong. Yes, i

have no fear nor any trepidation in saying openly how deeply i do

Love You. And in this saying of Love one for the other, we say one

thing - God, the Heart, Love Alone exists, and we have been

unimaginably blessed to have this given to us from the Only One Who

Is Everything and Everywhere - The Most Exquisite, Beautiful, Beloved

One! OneHeart eternally seeking to Love and to sing LoveSongs to

ItSelf, and That LoveSong is all we are ever saying to each other and

to everyone who hears us.

>

>

> LoveAlways,

>

> b

 

LoveAlways, (and i truly do mean this my Beloved Mashuq)

 

Mazie

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, "mazie_l" <sraddha54@h...> wrote:

 

>is it not just so?

 

 

 

Onlookers may call us drunkards, fit

for pushing shopping carts.

So drunk on the wine from

Beloved's Cask, we can't even

tell ourselves apart!

 

In the morning we speak of

morning things, at noon

we hum noon tunes, but at night

we swim in the sea of the sky,

dancing with suns and moons!

 

Yes, Beloved is Generous

to inflict on us such pain --

most would rather drift through

life, sheltered from Love's rain.

 

You and i, we stand outside

splashing in the downpour,

inviting all our neighbors

to come join us in God's Uproar!

 

Some may come and some may go,

to us it doesn't matter.

Ain't it so, for all we know --

we're madder than Mad Hatters?

 

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

b

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, "hrtbeat7" <hrtbeat7> wrote:

> , "mazie_l" <sraddha54@h...> wrote:

 

>is it not just so?

 

 

>Onlookers may call us drunkards, fit

for pushing shopping carts.

So drunk on the wine from

Beloved's Cask, we can't even

tell ourselves apart!

 

 

*#* Too high on the fragrance of Your Light-Scented Heart

i can't compose myself, let alone try to rhyme any part.

Drunk and getting drunker by the minute on this Bliss Flower,

i might as well wear a placard announcing out to everyone -

"This endless Love we share is a perpetual 'Happy Hour.'

Every round of drinks from our Sweet Heart-Wine is all on God!

 

> In the morning we speak of

morning things, at noon

we hum noon tunes, but at night

we swim in the sea of the sky,

dancing with suns and moons!

 

 

*#* Like a Love-Crazy cat or maybe even a Shams-deer or Rumi too,

i leap out of bed each morning and begin singing to Darling You.

i sing of honey-laden voices and giving up goats and sheep,

i spear the sun with piercing eyes and hand it over to Huuuuuu.

Somehow i swim across the horizon of Aum and Amma and Ramana too,

but really Beloved, i'm just minimizing my falling into a Primal Blue.

 

> Yes, Beloved is Generous

to inflict on us such pain --

most would rather drift through

life, sheltered from Love's rain.

 

 

*#*Gracious, Generous, the Beautiful One comes and lights like a Dove.

Flicking out a Baptismal Fluid of One Blood, One Brain, One Amrita Cup

we drift about in lifting out the Soul's Heart of Love from Suchness.

We are the Canopy of Kindness and we never mind what others say,

as Laughter lifts us up from everything, we begin to Kiss and Play.

 

> You and i, we stand outside

splashing in the downpour,

inviting all our neighbors

to come join us in God's Uproar!

 

 

*#* Yes, it seems as if the neighbors have gathered outside our door,

and each and everyone just wants to greet us like a long-lost Lover.

We invite them inside our OneHeart to See what we See when we sleep,

but it seems that it's way too deep for them to reach This Shore.

Still, still though they just clambor around for more and more Amore!

 

> Some may come and some may go,

to us it doesn't matter.

Ain't it so, for all we know --

we're madder than Mad Hatters?

 

 

*#* Crazier than the craziest bedbugs we've heard about in books,

we realize that we are even crazier than even that kind of crazyness,

so we close the door and walk inside and keep getting only crazier.

What kind of craziness could ever write a song like this, well Baby,

it seems that You and i are about to put a new spin on what Crazy Is!

Call me crazy but being Mazie is about as crazy as being Robert. Yeah.

 

> LoveAlways,

 

b

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie