Guest guest Posted October 8, 2004 Report Share Posted October 8, 2004 Dear Julie thank you for your work of love in GD i AM michael >"bluesjuls" <bluesjuls > Subject: > Just some poems Fri, 08 Oct 2004 >15:06:28 -0000 > > >I found these on some other groups and thought this group would enjoy them >as much as I have. Love to all, Julie > >I hope it's not too lengthy.... > >Wearing other peoples hat "Nasrudin why is it people laugh at you?" > >"Well," said Nasrudin, "Think of me as a turban. > >The nature of laughter exposes the false. If > >people laughed at themselves they would > >feel naked. Therefore I provide them with a > >'head covering'." > >"But Nasrudin, they are still naked!" > >"Shhhhh," said Nasrudin smiling . . . > > > > >[edit] True words Nasrudin, ventured into a biker bar in > >the Bronx and clearing his throat asked, > >"Um, err, which of you gentlemen > >owns the Doberman tied outside > >to the parking meter?" > >A giant of a man, wearing biker leathers, > >his body hair growing out through > >the seams, turned slowly on his stool, > >looked down at the quivering > >Nasrudin and said, > >"It's my dog. Why?" > >"Well," squeaked Nasrudin, obviously > >very nervous, "I believe my dog > >just killed it, sir." > >"What?" roared the big man in disbelief. > >"What kind of dog do you have?" > >"Sir," answered Nasrudin, > >"It's a four week old puppy." > >"Nonsense!" roared the biker, "How could > >your puppy kill my Doberman?" > >"It appears that he choked on it, sir." > > > > >[edit] Wisdom from the Hidden Realms Two children found a bag containing >twelve marbles. They argued over how > >to divide the toys and finally went to see the Mulla. When asked to settle > >their disagreement, the Mulla asked whether the children wanted him to > >divide the marbles as a human would or as God would. > >The children replied, "We want it to be fair. Divide the marbles as God > >would." > >So, the Mulla counted out the marbles and gave three to one child and nine > >to the other." > >[edit] Last Wishes Nasrudin is with his cronies drinking coffee: > >They are discussing death, "When you are in your casket and friends and > >family are > >mourning upon you, what would you like to hear them say about you?" > >The first crony says, "I would like to hear them say that I was a great > >doctor of my time, and a great family man." > >The second says, " I would like to hear that I was a wonderful > >husband and school teacher which made a huge difference in our children of > >tomorrow." > >Nasrudin says, " I would like to hear them say... LOOK!! HE'S > >MOVING!!!" > > > >Orthodoxy and heresy "Nasrudin is your religion orthodox?" > >"It all depends," said Nasrudin, > >"on which bunch of heretics is in power." > > > >The Nature of the Unseen It seems that the Master of Mirth and Chief of the >Dervishes, Nasrudin was > >once called to pontificate on the 'Nature of God' in the local mosque. > >Present where the many Imams and Dr's of the Islamic Law. Out of courtesy > >and because Nasrudin could not be counted on saying anything worthwhile, >these > >illustrious guests explained and inspired the audience with their eloquence >and > >wisdom. > >Finally it was Nasrudins turn to explain 'the Nature of God'. > >"God . . .", started Nasrudin impressively "is . . ." > >Nasrudin removed and held up an ovoid mauve vegetable from the folds of his > >turban, " . . . an aubergine." > >There was uproar at this blasphemy. When order was finally established, > >Nasrudin was reluctantly asked to explain his words. > >"I conclude that everyone has spoken of what they do not know or have not > >seen. We can all see this aubergine. Is there anyone who can deny that God >is > >manifest in all things?" > >Nobody could. > >"Very well," said Nasrudin, "God is an aubergine." > > > >who died? A traveler was passing through town when he came upon a huge >funeral procession. Nasrudin was on a corner watching the people pass by. > >"Who died?" the traveler asked Nasrudin. > >"I'm not sure," replied Nasrudin, "but I think it's the one in the coffin." > > > >underwater nasrudin the diver worked 200 feet under the surface, when >suddenly a venerable yogi floated into his range of vision, without any >breathing apparatus. "oh master! what are you doing at such a depth?" wrote >surprised nasrudin on his writing-slate. the guru snatched the slate and >china-pencil, and wrote furiously: "drowning, you idiot!" > > > >Fishing... Nasrudin heard that the king sent out a committee seeking >incognito, suitable candidates for kadis (judges). The King took to walking >around carrying > >an old fishing net on his shoulder. When the members of the committee > >reached his village, it drew their attention and they questioned him about >it. > >"Oh, I carry this net with me to remind me of my humble past as a poor >fisherman," explained nassrudin. the committee was impressed, > >and in due time Nasrudin was nominated as a kadi. > >Shortly afterwards those king's representatives met Nasrudin again and >noticed the net was gone. > >"Where is the net, Nasrudin?" they asked. "Well, you don't need the net >after the fish is caught, do you?" replied Nasrudin > >He Also Made the Key > >When I entered the city you moved away. When I left the city you didn't >even look up to say good-bye. > >I'll accept your kindness, I'll accept your insult. I'll accept whatever >you have to give. > >Your radiance shines in every atom of creation yet our petty desires keep >it hidden. > >Like the beautiful wife of a prince You dwell in a lonely place. If you >came out of hiding the veil on every face would fall. > >You confound the doubting heart, Your intoxicate the faithful head. You >have robbed every soul of its senses, You have brought every heart to your >breast. > >All roses fall prey to December. All intellect falls prey to love's glory. > >Since the rose is not eternal Why be captured by its scent? Let me know >your secrets - Only the ones that last forever. > >How many men have found tragic ends running after beauty? Why don't they >look for you? - the heart and spirit of all beauty. > >You formed man from a handful of dust. You gave him the power to know the >highest truth. You freed him from the snares of this world with one breath >of your spirit. > >O love, O heart, Find the way to heaven. Find the way to God's pasture. You >have spend enough time in this pasture made for cattle. > >Set your sights on a place Higher than your eyes can see. For it was the >higher aim that brought you here in the first place. > >Now be silent. Let the One who creates the words speak. He made the door. >He made the lock. He also made the key. > >-- Version by Jonathan Star "Rumi - In the Arms of the Beloved" Jeremy P. >Tarcher/Putnam, New York 1997 > > > > > _______________ STOP MORE SPAM with the new MSN 8 and get 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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