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The Glory of Placelessness

 

 

Swiftly embrace the lotus feet of God’s grace ,

Or, suddenly, they may stand up and run .

But don’t hold them tight, like a drawn bow,

As they stray away from strained heart strings.

 

Her grace sports many differing disguises,

And performs magical conjouring tricks;

She often descends in form, but departs as spirit.

 

Seek Her in the night sky, she shines in water,

A mere reflection, like the Moon in a pool.

When you try to feel Her cool wetness

She goes back to the blackness of the night .

So seek Her in that ‘mysterious placelessness’.

She’ll soon position you in your rightful place,

When you try to reach her splendid Glory .

 

As an arrow flies from an archer’s bow,

Like the golden eagle of imagination,

Know that the Absolute speeds away

From over fanciful speculation.

 

I fly from distractions of ‘this and that’,

Not from wearisome fatigue, but from fear

That my dearest love will flee from me .

 

Like the soft summer breeze I’m fleet footed,

In love with the mystic rose; She’s the scent

That rose from winter’s dread and leaves the garden.

Her grace will flee when She sees an attempt

At scholarly rational explanation.

You won’t be even able to say ‘she flew’.

 

She’ll vanish if you limit her boundlessness,

She’ll leave your burning Soul without a mark!

 

Through God’s grace, He was taken to my heart.

 

 

A versification from Rumi's mathnawi

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Dear Alan

What keeps Grace is gratitude to the bestower. Gratitude kills the

ego, when I know, that I have done nothing to desrve this Grace,

this is the meaning of gratitude. As long as I have the notion that

I deserve, Grace will cease to be Grace and is transformed to a

worldly item, added to my riches.

A beautiful poem Dear Alan

Thank you

mourad

 

, Alan Jacobs

<alanadamsjacobs wrote:

>

> The Glory of Placelessness

>

>

> Swiftly embrace the lotus feet of God’s grace ,

> Or, suddenly, they may stand up and run .

> But don’t hold them tight, like a drawn bow,

> As they stray away from strained heart strings.

>

> Her grace sports many differing disguises,

> And performs magical conjouring tricks;

> She often descends in form, but departs as spirit.

>

> Seek Her in the night sky, she shines in water,

> A mere reflection, like the Moon in a pool.

> When you try to feel Her cool wetness

> She goes back to the blackness of the night .

> So seek Her in that ‘mysterious placelessness’.

> She’ll soon position you in your rightful place,

> When you try to reach her splendid Glory .

>

> As an arrow flies from an archer’s bow,

> Like the golden eagle of imagination,

> Know that the Absolute speeds away

> From over fanciful speculation.

>

> I fly from distractions of ‘this and that’,

> Not from wearisome fatigue, but from fear

> That my dearest love will flee from me .

>

> Like the soft summer breeze I’m fleet footed,

> In love with the mystic rose; She’s the scent

> That rose from winter’s dread and leaves the garden.

> Her grace will flee when She sees an attempt

> At scholarly rational explanation.

> You won’t be even able to say ‘she flew’.

>

> She’ll vanish if you limit her boundlessness,

> She’ll leave your burning Soul without a mark!

>

> Through God’s grace, He was taken to my heart.

>

>

> A versification from Rumi's mathnawi

>

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Dear Mourad,

 

Thanks for your appreciation of the Rumi sequence. You are the first

group member to post any comment on them. Rumi is probably the

greatest mystical Non Dual Poet, and although he was a Sufi, much of

his writing refers to Advaitic truths.

 

I agree with what you write about Gratitude. Grace bestowed is

usually unmerited. It is indeed cause for very great gratitude that

we have been brought within the orbit of this teaching inspite of all

our rajistic and tamastic vasanas, and as Ramana says 'perverted

wandering minds' etc.

 

All love in Bhagavan's grace,

 

Alan

 

-- In , " mourad " <mourad_shamel

wrote:

>

> Dear Alan

> What keeps Grace is gratitude to the bestower. Gratitude kills the

> ego, when I know, that I have done nothing to desrve this Grace,

> this is the meaning of gratitude. As long as I have the notion that

> I deserve, Grace will cease to be Grace and is transformed to a

> worldly item, added to my riches.

> A beautiful poem Dear Alan

> Thank you

> mourad

>

> , Alan Jacobs

> <alanadamsjacobs@> wrote:

> >

> > The Glory of Placelessness

> >

> >

> > Swiftly embrace the lotus feet of God’s grace ,

> > Or, suddenly, they may stand up and run .

> > But don’t hold them tight, like a drawn bow,

> > As they stray away from strained heart strings.

> >

> > Her grace sports many differing disguises,

> > And performs magical conjouring tricks;

> > She often descends in form, but departs as spirit.

> >

> > Seek Her in the night sky, she shines in water,

> > A mere reflection, like the Moon in a pool.

> > When you try to feel Her cool wetness

> > She goes back to the blackness of the night .

> > So seek Her in that ‘mysterious placelessness’.

> > She’ll soon position you in your rightful place,

> > When you try to reach her splendid Glory .

> >

> > As an arrow flies from an archer’s bow,

> > Like the golden eagle of imagination,

> > Know that the Absolute speeds away

> > From over fanciful speculation.

> >

> > I fly from distractions of ‘this and that’,

> > Not from wearisome fatigue, but from fear

> > That my dearest love will flee from me .

> >

> > Like the soft summer breeze I’m fleet footed,

> > In love with the mystic rose; She’s the scent

> > That rose from winter’s dread and leaves the garden.

> > Her grace will flee when She sees an attempt

> > At scholarly rational explanation.

> > You won’t be even able to say ‘she flew’.

> >

> > She’ll vanish if you limit her boundlessness,

> > She’ll leave your burning Soul without a mark!

> >

> > Through God’s grace, He was taken to my heart.

> >

> >

> > A versification from Rumi's mathnawi

> >

>

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