Guest guest Posted September 9, 2009 Report Share Posted September 9, 2009  A VERSIFICATION FROM THE MATHNAWI OF RUMI  MEDITATIONS > > Since the rose has withered and the garden lies forlorn > From whom shall we breathe the fragrance of the rose? > When God is out of sight, Prophets are his Vicars, > Yet the Prophet and God are one without a second, > They are two only if you worship the bodily form > They're one for all who've passed beyond that perception. > When you look at the form your eye has double vision > Look at the eye’s light which grew single from the Self. > If ten lamps are lit in one hall each differs in form, > To see the light of each is well nigh impossible > When you stare at the fully blazing candelabra. > If you count a hundred freshly picked, ripe red apples, > They become as one when crushed in the cider press. > In spiritual matters there are no numbers or parts, > There is no false division nor any individuals. > Sweet is the oneness of the Friend with his friends , > Clutch and cling to the naked feet of this spirit, > Forms are opposed to realisation of spiritual unity . > Make headstrong form waste away with trial and tribulation, > So beneath it you may discover unity like buried treasure, > And if you fail His bountiful grace will surely conquer. > My heart is His slave, He shows himself to our hearts, > He mends the torn and tattered robe of the Dervish. > We were single, and all from one substance without heads, > We were one substance like the Sun, knotless like water. > When that light took form it multiplied like shadows off a > wall. > Smash the wall with a catapault that the shadows will > crash. > I would have made these points with greater vigour > But feared weaker minds may stumble from my rigour. > The points are sharp as a razor’s edge,if you catch the > sense, > So turn within and flee from this dream of a world. > Do not come without a strong shield against this keen > blade, > The warrior’s sword is never afraid of execution , > I place my scmitar in its sheath so none may mistake > The true meaning of my munbling metaphors and discourse . > > Keep company with the followers of Reality to win > That gift and be generous in surrendering your will to > God, > In this body, spirit exiled from the Self is a wooden > sword, > When sheathed it seems strong but when needed its use is > firewood., > Don’t wield a wooden sword in battle, have one of real > steel, > The sword of Reality is the weapon of prophets and Saints, > The wise Sage is divine compassion to lost human beings. > If you would purchase a pomegranate make sure its ripe, > Open and laughing so you can view its interior seeds, > This happy fruit makes the garden joyous and blooming. > Unblest is the openness of the red anemone, black at > heart, > ‘Though you be a rock, when you meet the Saint you’ll > be a jewel. > Plant the love of Holy Ones in your heart and avoid > dispair, > Don’t enter darkness,there are Suns blazing in the world > of men. > Follow the body and it will lead you into the prison house > of clay and water, > Give your heart to converse with an awakened Sage. > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 9, 2009 Report Share Posted September 9, 2009 absolutely! thanks for this post Alan. Atma Allan always awakens all with an auspicious articulation of AUM. may this day of birth be like every other day, complete union in the Supreme Heart. Alan Jacobs <alanadamsjacobs Sent: Tuesday, September 8, 2009 11:26:57 PM Meditations A VERSIFICATION FROM THE MATHNAWI OF RUMI MEDITATIONS> > Since the rose has withered and the garden lies forlorn > From whom shall we breathe the fragrance of the rose?> When God is out of sight, Prophets are his Vicars,> Yet the Prophet and God are one without a second,> They are two only if you worship the bodily form> They're one for all who've passed beyond that perception.> When you look at the form your eye has double vision> Look at the eye’s light which grew single from the Self.> If ten lamps are lit in one hall each differs in form,> To see the light of each is well nigh impossible > When you stare at the fully blazing candelabra.> If you count a hundred freshly picked, ripe red apples, > They become as one when crushed in the cider press..> In spiritual matters there are no numbers or parts,> There is no false division nor any individuals.> Sweet is the oneness of the Friend with his friends ,> Clutch and cling to the naked feet of this spirit,> Forms are opposed to realisation of spiritual unity .> Make headstrong form waste away with trial and tribulation,> So beneath it you may discover unity like buried treasure,> And if you fail His bountiful grace will surely conquer.> My heart is His slave, He shows himself to our hearts,> He mends the torn and tattered robe of the Dervish.> We were single, and all from one substance without heads,> We were one substance like the Sun, knotless like water.> When that light took form it multiplied like shadows off a> wall.> Smash the wall with a catapault that the shadows will> crash.> I would have made these points with greater vigour> But feared weaker minds may stumble from my rigour.> The points are sharp as a razor’s edge,if you catch the> sense,> So turn within and flee from this dream of a world.> Do not come without a strong shield against this keen> blade,> The warrior’s sword is never afraid of execution ,> I place my scmitar in its sheath so none may mistake> The true meaning of my munbling metaphors and discourse .> > Keep company with the followers of Reality to win> That gift and be generous in surrendering your will to> God,> In this body, spirit exiled from the Self is a wooden> sword,> When sheathed it seems strong but when needed its use is> firewood.,> Don’t wield a wooden sword in battle, have one of real> steel,> The sword of Reality is the weapon of prophets and Saints,> The wise Sage is divine compassion to lost human beings.> If you would purchase a pomegranate make sure its ripe,> Open and laughing so you can view its interior seeds,> This happy fruit makes the garden joyous and blooming.> Unblest is the openness of the red anemone, black at> heart,> ‘Though you be a rock, when you meet the Saint you’ll> be a jewel.> Plant the love of Holy Ones in your heart and avoid> dispair,> Don’t enter darkness,there are Suns blazing in the world> of men.> Follow the body and it will lead you into the prison house> of clay and water,> Give your heart to converse with an awakened Sage.> > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 9, 2009 Report Share Posted September 9, 2009 Well said, Rafe. I must second that - <3 alliteration! -and add my bountiful blissful blessings to Brother Atma Alan on his most auspicious birthday. Thank you Alan, I love, All Love! I love it here at HarshSatsang. There are no words, smiles, and tears to express my gratitude. Grace! I love and thank you all. , Rafe Stoneman <rafaelstoneman wrote: > > absolutely! thanks for this post Alan. > > Atma Allan always awakens all with an auspicious articulation of AUM. > > may this day of birth be like every other day, complete union in the Supreme Heart. > > >  > > > > ________________________________ > Alan Jacobs <alanadamsjacobs > > Tuesday, September 8, 2009 11:26:57 PM > Meditations > >  >  > > A VERSIFICATION FROM THE MATHNAWI OF RUMI > >  MEDITATIONS > > > > Since the rose has withered and the garden lies forlorn > > From whom shall we breathe the fragrance of the rose? > > When God is out of sight, Prophets are his Vicars, > > Yet the Prophet and God are one without a second, > > They are two only if you worship the bodily form > > They're one for all who've passed beyond that perception. > > When you look at the form your eye has double vision > > Look at the eye’s light which grew single from the Self. > > If ten lamps are lit in one hall each differs in form, > > To see the light of each is well nigh impossible > > When you stare at the fully blazing candelabra. > > If you count a hundred freshly picked, ripe red apples, > > They become as one when crushed in the cider press. > > In spiritual matters there are no numbers or parts, > > There is no false division nor any individuals. > > Sweet is the oneness of the Friend with his friends , > > Clutch and cling to the naked feet of this spirit, > > Forms are opposed to realisation of spiritual unity . > > Make headstrong form waste away with trial and tribulation, > > So beneath it you may discover unity like buried treasure, > > And if you fail His bountiful grace will surely conquer. > > My heart is His slave, He shows himself to our hearts, > > He mends the torn and tattered robe of the Dervish. > > We were single, and all from one substance without heads, > > We were one substance like the Sun, knotless like water. > > When that light took form it multiplied like shadows off a > > wall. > > Smash the wall with a catapault that the shadows will > > crash. > > I would have made these points with greater vigour > > But feared weaker minds may stumble from my rigour. > > The points are sharp as a razor’s edge,if you catch the > > sense, > > So turn within and flee from this dream of a world. > > Do not come without a strong shield against this keen > > blade, > > The warrior’s sword is never afraid of execution , > > I place my scmitar in its sheath so none may mistake > > The true meaning of my munbling metaphors and discourse . > > > > Keep company with the followers of Reality to win > > That gift and be generous in surrendering your will to > > God, > > In this body, spirit exiled from the Self is a wooden > > sword, > > When sheathed it seems strong but when needed its use is > > firewood., > > Don’t wield a wooden sword in battle, have one of real > > steel, > > The sword of Reality is the weapon of prophets and Saints, > > The wise Sage is divine compassion to lost human beings. > > If you would purchase a pomegranate make sure its ripe, > > Open and laughing so you can view its interior seeds, > > This happy fruit makes the garden joyous and blooming. > > Unblest is the openness of the red anemone, black at > > heart, > > ‘Though you be a rock, when you meet the Saint you’ll > > be a jewel. > > Plant the love of Holy Ones in your heart and avoid > > dispair, > > Don’t enter darkness,there are Suns blazing in the world > > of men. > > Follow the body and it will lead you into the prison house > > of clay and water, > > Give your heart to converse with an awakened Sage. > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 10, 2009 Report Share Posted September 10, 2009 ---- Original message ---- >Date:  Wed, 09 Sep 2009 18:22:35 -0000 >  " pitrinamnamaha " <TatTwamAsi >Subject:  Re: Meditations >To:  > > > > Well said, Rafe. I must second that - <3 > alliteration! -and add my bountiful blissful > blessings to Brother Atma Alan on his most > auspicious birthday. > > Thank you Alan, I love, All Love! I love it here at > HarshSatsang. There are no words, smiles, and tears > to express my gratitude. Grace! I love and thank you > all. > amen! amen amen amen! > , Rafe Stoneman > <rafaelstoneman wrote: > > > > absolutely! thanks for this post Alan. > > > > Atma Allan always awakens all with an auspicious > articulation of AUM. > > > > may this day of birth be like every other day, > complete union in the Supreme Heart. > > > > > >  > > > > > > > > ________________________________ > > Alan Jacobs <alanadamsjacobs > > > > Tuesday, September 8, 2009 11:26:57 PM > > > Meditations > > > >  > >  > > > > A VERSIFICATION FROM THE MATHNAWI OF RUMI > > > >  MEDITATIONS > > > > > > Since the rose has withered and the garden lies > forlorn > > > From whom shall we breathe the fragrance of the > rose? > > > When God is out of sight, Prophets are his > Vicars, > > > Yet the Prophet and God are one without a > second, > > > They are two only if you worship the bodily form > > > They're one for all who've passed beyond that > perception. > > > When you look at the form your eye has double > vision > > > Look at the eye’s light which grew single > from the Self. > > > If ten lamps are lit in one hall each differs in > form, > > > To see the light of each is well nigh impossible > > > When you stare at the fully blazing candelabra. > > > If you count a hundred freshly picked, ripe red > apples, > > > They become as one when crushed in the cider > press. > > > In spiritual matters there are no numbers or > parts, > > > There is no false division nor any individuals. > > > Sweet is the oneness of the Friend with his > friends , > > > Clutch and cling to the naked feet of this > spirit, > > > Forms are opposed to realisation of spiritual > unity . > > > Make headstrong form waste away with trial and > tribulation, > > > So beneath it you may discover unity like buried > treasure, > > > And if you fail His bountiful grace will surely > conquer. > > > My heart is His slave, He shows himself to our > hearts, > > > He mends the torn and tattered robe of the > Dervish. > > > We were single, and all from one substance > without heads, > > > We were one substance like the Sun, knotless > like water. > > > When that light took form it multiplied like > shadows off a > > > wall. > > > Smash the wall with a catapault that the shadows > will > > > crash. > > > I would have made these points with greater > vigour > > > But feared weaker minds may stumble from my > rigour. > > > The points are sharp as a razor’s edge,if > you catch the > > > sense, > > > So turn within and flee from this dream of a > world. > > > Do not come without a strong shield against this > keen > > > blade, > > > The warrior’s sword is never afraid of > execution , > > > I place my scmitar in its sheath so none may > mistake > > > The true meaning of my munbling metaphors > and discourse . > > > > > > Keep company with the followers of Reality to > win > > > That gift and be generous in surrendering your > will to > > > God, > > > In this body, spirit exiled from the Self is a > wooden > > > sword, > > > When sheathed it seems strong but when needed > its use is > > > firewood., > > > Don’t wield a wooden sword in battle, > have one of real > > > steel, > > > The sword of Reality is the weapon of prophets > and Saints, > > > The wise Sage is divine compassion to lost human > beings. > > > If you would purchase a pomegranate make sure > its ripe, > > > Open and laughing so you can view its interior > seeds, > > > This happy fruit makes the garden joyous and > blooming. > > > Unblest is the openness of the red anemone, > black at > > > heart, > > > ‘Though you be a rock, when you meet the > Saint you’ll > > > be a jewel. > > > Plant the love of Holy Ones in your heart and > avoid > > > dispair, > > > Don’t enter darkness,there are Suns > blazing in the world > > > of men. > > > Follow the body and it will lead you into the > prison house > > > of clay and water, > > > Give your heart to converse with an awakened > Sage. > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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