We Are the Mirror

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"We are the mirror as well as the face in it.

We are tasting the taste this minute

Of eternity. We are pain

And what cures pain, both. We are

The sweet cold water and the jar that pours.

I want to hold you close like a lute,

So we can cry out with loving.

 

You would rather throw stones at a mirror?

I am your mirror, and here are the stones."

 

~Rumi

 

 

Dearest Beloved Friends,

 

So often now, and delightedly so, for how could we not delight in

whatever the Beloved offers to us every moment, but so often now it

seems that many want to see what is not there, what is not being

presented. What the Beloved One is doing with my Darling and i, what

can we say and what do we know except that we are here to say what

cannot be said, what has never been seen before, or rarely so. This

strange alchemy and bright beaming smile from nowhere and everywhere,

this is all we are and all we are trying to say. What others may not

be able to understand yet is that we do nothing and we say nothing

and we are nothing. We belong to the Beloved. We belong to the

Beloved and what the Beloved wants to say through us, well, so it is

and so it is. We write poems and we share our Love for Sri Ramana,

Sri Nisargadatta, Sri Nityananda, Sri Yoganandaji, so many Beloved

Beings gather around this home and chant the praises of God and Love

that we simply do not know who we are, where we are or even what or

why we are. We simply, simply are. Beloveds, Beauty-Breathing

Beloveds, the same thing that Sri Ramana is and said and says and IS,

so are we all. Ramana said so. Sri Ramana says it now. Sri Sri Ramana

says it again and yet again, and still there are those who stand

holding stones. Still there are those who do not realize that we are

already stoned to death and lying in a pool of blood. And we do not

care. We are past that kind of caring. What cares could we have?

What is simply Is and as it is now. What use is there in trying to

manipulate reality? God oh God! i so Love this life and Robert and

all of you here and singing like gods and birds and stones not thrown

and thrown and we are all dancing in this slaughterhouse floor

running with blood. Hike the robes or jeans or dresses? Nah. Just

tear off everything and stand here naked and revealed and unafraid of

anything ever. There is only This. There is only This and This is

That and there is nothing, nothing that can ever harm us or hurt us

or cause us to look away. Beloveds i tell you that i Love you. i Love

you. i Love you.

 

Lovers in Law School

 

Speak Persian, Husam, though Arabic is very sweet. Love has

a hundred other languages

 

besides these two. A fragrance, a silence, the talking when

we're all ear. Lovers

 

leave for Bukhara, but not to listen to learned lectures.

They go there to explore

 

the face of the Friend. They study law, but really they're

whirling in ecstasy. They

 

add and subtract sums of money, when actually they're mining

for spirit-treasure. They

 

talk about divorce and separation, but really they're leaning

back, riding in a wagon

 

on the Bukhara road, soul-beauty their only expertise.

 

~Rumi

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie & b