Guest guest Posted July 30, 2009 Report Share Posted July 30, 2009 STRAY REFLECTIONS ASTOUNDING GRACE The emancipating mystery of Grace, Adorns our sacred Gurus’ shining face. His piercing eyes blaze forth in mighty gaze, To free devotees from their mundane maze. Let’s praise our Guru with all our Hearts, Thanking him for that Grace his love imparts! THE MASTER SAYS “Let them kiss your tender lotus feet, Or with venom, your violent body beat; In the end it’s more or less the same, You need be unaffected by praise or blame!†If soul can achieve this arduous feat, You’ve almost reached your goal, complete! FELINE FOLLY Hark, the true folly is that of the cat, Crouching low by a creamy milky pan: Poised to drink from this sweet delicious vat, But he leaps at a fly on the wall! Can This be likened to mans’ monkey mind? Instead of imbibing nectarine Grace, We jump at worldly pleasure, only to fall Flat in the mire, on a down trodden face! THE WATER BEAKER The water jug is a symbol that’s pure, Simplicity and firmness to be sure. Nectar flows from this crystal, like His Grace; He pours it on that ego it shall efface. This cleansing, loving stream of immortality, Grants all the virtues of immutability. CRESCENT JEWEL OF SHIVA We gaze at Your splendid full moon so bright, It beams a cool and gracious light, A reflection from Your most powerful Sun; It is Your Crescent Jewel, oh splendid One! Earth’s Your shining emerald pendant there, You sport her on Your matted locks of hair, We note your vastness through and through, You are another name for Self, that’s True, As is God, and Heart, for All is One complete. When mind surrenders at Your lotus feet It becomes like the Moon at noon for You, Still and harmless, silent in your sky of blue. AN EARNEST PLEA Bhagavan! Your blessed feet so gently tread On the ruby lotus petals of your lovers' minds; Yet you pierced the iron door of the dread Lord of Death, who'll one day strike each head In this bad dream of the weary deaf and blind. My brain ponders on your ways, but it's hard to find The answer, to which my tired soul needs to be led. Reveal Thy sacred feet within my sight, unwind This twisted knot, before alas I too must fly; And be born again in darkest ignorance, To cry once more in this vale of tears and sigh. I wail, before I die, grant me a blessed chance To seize hold of your bejeweled holy feet. FLORA Life weaves fine flowers to bless our tomb, On that mournful day when we’ll meet our doom; Yet we buy many vibrant and fragrant blooms To decorate and glorify our living rooms. They grace Church altars and paint the scene Of shape and colour our gardens lush and green. On summer days when bright and sunny They feed the bees who make us honey. The mystery behind God’s gift of flowers Is food for meditation in the mid-night hours. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 30, 2009 Report Share Posted July 30, 2009 Thank you Alan, as always, Eternal Wisdom is making such finger strokes... was this all today's work.?.. such a blessing to us all... we meet Him here inside out only His Grace revealed in Heart He presents to us our birthright dispelling every sense of doubt We bow to Him the Infinite One so gracious that He entered Life as Ramana Maharshi Alan Jacobs <alanadamsjacobs Sent: Wednesday, July 29, 2009 10:09:16 PM STRAY REFLECTIONS STRAY REFLECTIONSASTOUNDING GRACE The emancipating mystery of Grace, Adorns our sacred Gurus’ shining face. His piercing eyes blaze forth in mighty gaze, To free devotees from their mundane maze. Let’s praise our Guru with all our Hearts, Thanking him for that Grace his love imparts! THE MASTER SAYS “Let them kiss your tender lotus feet, Or with venom, your violent body beat; In the end it’s more or less the same, You need be unaffected by praise or blame!†If soul can achieve this arduous feat, You’ve almost reached your goal, complete! FELINE FOLLY Hark, the true folly is that of the cat, Crouching low by a creamy milky pan: Poised to drink from this sweet delicious vat, But he leaps at a fly on the wall! Can This be likened to mans’ monkey mind? Instead of imbibing nectarine Grace, We jump at worldly pleasure, only to fall Flat in the mire, on a down trodden face! THE WATER BEAKER The water jug is a symbol that’s pure, Simplicity and firmness to be sure. Nectar flows from this crystal, like His Grace; He pours it on that ego it shall efface. This cleansing, loving stream of immortality, Grants all the virtues of immutability. CRESCENT JEWEL OF SHIVA We gaze at Your splendid full moon so bright, It beams a cool and gracious light, A reflection from Your most powerful Sun; It is Your Crescent Jewel, oh splendid One! Earth’s Your shining emerald pendant there, You sport her on Your matted locks of hair, We note your vastness through and through, You are another name for Self, that’s True, As is God, and Heart, for All is One complete. When mind surrenders at Your lotus feet It becomes like the Moon at noon for You, Still and harmless, silent in your sky of blue. AN EARNEST PLEA Bhagavan! Your blessed feet so gently tread On the ruby lotus petals of your lovers' minds; Yet you pierced the iron door of the dread Lord of Death, who'll one day strike each head In this bad dream of the weary deaf and blind. My brain ponders on your ways, but it's hard to find The answer, to which my tired soul needs to be led. Reveal Thy sacred feet within my sight, unwind This twisted knot, before alas I too must fly; And be born again in darkest ignorance, To cry once more in this vale of tears and sigh. I wail, before I die, grant me a blessed chance To seize hold of your bejeweled holy feet. FLORA Life weaves fine flowers to bless our tomb, On that mournful day when we’ll meet our doom; Yet we buy many vibrant and fragrant blooms To decorate and glorify our living rooms. They grace Church altars and paint the scene Of shape and colour our gardens lush and green. On summer days when bright and sunny They feed the bees who make us honey. The mystery behind God’s gift of flowers Is food for meditation in the mid-night hours. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 30, 2009 Report Share Posted July 30, 2009 ---- Original message ---- >Date:  Thu, 30 Jul 2009 05:09:16 +0000 (GMT) >  Alan Jacobs <alanadamsjacobs >Subject:  STRAY REFLECTIONS >To:  > > > > STRAY REFLECTIONS > > ASTOUNDING GRACE > > The emancipating mystery of Grace, > Adorns our sacred Gurus’ shining face. > His piercing eyes blaze forth in mighty gaze, > To free devotees from their mundane maze. > Let’s praise our Guru with all our Hearts, > Thanking him for that Grace his love imparts! > > THE MASTER SAYS > > “Let them kiss your tender lotus feet, > Or with venom, your violent body beat; > In the end it’s more or less the same, > You need be unaffected by praise or blame!†> If soul can achieve this arduous feat, > You’ve almost reached your goal, complete! > > FELINE FOLLY > > Hark, the true folly is that of the cat, > Crouching low by a creamy milky pan: > Poised to drink from this sweet delicious vat, > But he leaps at a fly on the wall! Can > This be likened to mans’ monkey mind? > Instead of imbibing nectarine Grace, > We jump at worldly pleasure, only to fall > Flat in the mire, on a down trodden face! > > THE WATER BEAKER > > The water jug is a symbol that’s pure, > Simplicity and firmness to be sure. > Nectar flows from this crystal, like His Grace; > He pours it on that ego it shall efface. > This cleansing, loving stream of immortality, > Grants all the virtues of immutability. > > CRESCENT JEWEL OF SHIVA > > We gaze at Your splendid full moon so bright, > It beams a cool and gracious light, > A reflection from Your most powerful Sun; > It is Your Crescent Jewel, oh splendid One! > > Earth’s Your shining emerald pendant there, > You sport her on Your matted locks of hair, > We note your vastness through and through, > You are another name for Self, that’s True, > > As is God, and Heart, for All is One complete. > When mind surrenders at Your lotus feet > It becomes like the Moon at noon for You, > Still and harmless, silent in your sky of blue. > > AN EARNEST PLEA > > Bhagavan! Your blessed feet so gently tread > On the ruby lotus petals of your lovers' minds; > Yet you pierced the iron door of the dread > Lord of Death, who'll one day strike each head > In this bad dream of the weary deaf and blind. > My brain ponders on your ways, but it's hard to find > The answer, to which my tired soul needs to be led. > Reveal Thy sacred feet within my sight, unwind > > This twisted knot, before alas I too must fly; > And be born again in darkest ignorance, > To cry once more in this vale of tears and sigh. > I wail, before I die, grant me a blessed chance > To seize hold of your bejeweled holy feet. > > FLORA > > Life weaves fine flowers to bless our tomb, > On that mournful day when we’ll meet our doom; > Yet we buy many vibrant and fragrant blooms > To decorate and glorify our living rooms. > They grace Church altars and paint the scene > Of shape and colour our gardens lush and green. > On summer days when bright and sunny > They feed the bees who make us honey. > > The mystery behind God’s gift of flowers > Is food for meditation in the mid-night hours. > wow! thank you, alanji. yosy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 30, 2009 Report Share Posted July 30, 2009 Dear Rafe, Thanks. I like your tribute too. Love, In His Boundless Grace, Alan--- On Thu, 30/7/09, Rafe Stoneman <rafaelstoneman wrote: Rafe Stoneman <rafaelstonemanRe: STRAY REFLECTIONS Date: Thursday, 30 July, 2009, 8:45 AM Thank you Alan, as always, Eternal Wisdom is making such finger strokes... was this all today's work.?.. such a blessing to us all... we meet Him here inside out only His Grace revealed in Heart He presents to us our birthright dispelling every sense of doubt We bow to Him the Infinite One so gracious that He entered Life as Ramana Maharshi Alan Jacobs <alanadamsjacobs@ .co. uk>Wednesday, July 29, 2009 10:09:16 PM STRAY REFLECTIONS STRAY REFLECTIONSASTOUNDING GRACE The emancipating mystery of Grace, Adorns our sacred Gurus’ shining face. His piercing eyes blaze forth in mighty gaze, To free devotees from their mundane maze. Let’s praise our Guru with all our Hearts, Thanking him for that Grace his love imparts! THE MASTER SAYS “Let them kiss your tender lotus feet, Or with venom, your violent body beat; In the end it’s more or less the same, You need be unaffected by praise or blame!†If soul can achieve this arduous feat, You’ve almost reached your goal, complete! FELINE FOLLY Hark, the true folly is that of the cat, Crouching low by a creamy milky pan: Poised to drink from this sweet delicious vat, But he leaps at a fly on the wall! Can This be likened to mans’ monkey mind? Instead of imbibing nectarine Grace, We jump at worldly pleasure, only to fall Flat in the mire, on a down trodden face! THE WATER BEAKER The water jug is a symbol that’s pure, Simplicity and firmness to be sure. Nectar flows from this crystal, like His Grace; He pours it on that ego it shall efface. This cleansing, loving stream of immortality, Grants all the virtues of immutability. CRESCENT JEWEL OF SHIVA We gaze at Your splendid full moon so bright, It beams a cool and gracious light, A reflection from Your most powerful Sun; It is Your Crescent Jewel, oh splendid One! Earth’s Your shining emerald pendant there, You sport her on Your matted locks of hair, We note your vastness through and through, You are another name for Self, that’s True, As is God, and Heart, for All is One complete. When mind surrenders at Your lotus feet It becomes like the Moon at noon for You, Still and harmless, silent in your sky of blue. AN EARNEST PLEA Bhagavan! Your blessed feet so gently tread On the ruby lotus petals of your lovers' minds; Yet you pierced the iron door of the dread Lord of Death, who'll one day strike each head In this bad dream of the weary deaf and blind. My brain ponders on your ways, but it's hard to find The answer, to which my tired soul needs to be led. Reveal Thy sacred feet within my sight, unwind This twisted knot, before alas I too must fly; And be born again in darkest ignorance, To cry once more in this vale of tears and sigh. I wail, before I die, grant me a blessed chance To seize hold of your bejeweled holy feet. FLORA Life weaves fine flowers to bless our tomb, On that mournful day when we’ll meet our doom; Yet we buy many vibrant and fragrant blooms To decorate and glorify our living rooms. They grace Church altars and paint the scene Of shape and colour our gardens lush and green. On summer days when bright and sunny They feed the bees who make us honey. The mystery behind God’s gift of flowers Is food for meditation in the mid-night hours. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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