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#2867 - Monday, July 9, 2007 - Editor: Gloria Lee Nondual Highlights
The moon is the same old moon The flowers exactly as they were Yet I've become the thingness Of all the things I see!
--Bunan
Bob O'Hearn has graciously put together some selected quotes with his images.
http://www.pbase.com/1heart/sunset_bells
Hafiz, on the death of his wife.
This house
hath been a fairy's dwelling-place;
As the immortals pure, from head to feet
was she who stayed with us a little space,
then as was meet,
on her immortal journey went her ways.
So wise was she yet nothing but a flower;
only a child-yet all the world to me;
against the stars what love has any power!
or was it she
went softly in her own appointed hour?
The moon it was that called her, and she went;
In Shiraz I had lived to live with her,
not knowing she was on an errand bent-
a traveler
to sojourn for a night, then strike her tent.
How sweet it was on many a summer's day
on the green margin of the stream to lie
with her and the wild rose, and nothing say,
little knew I
that she was running like the stream away.
That was the sweet of life when, pure and wise,
in her dear neighborhood I drew my breath;
that was the truth of life, the rest is lies,
folly and death,
since toward another land she turned her eyes.
Blame her not, my heart, because she left you so;
the heaven of beauty called her to be queen;
back to her hidden people must she go,
behind the screen;
nor when she will return does Hafiz know.
..................
Hafiz, on the death of his little son.
Little
sleeper, the spring is here;
tulip and rose are come again
only you in the earth remains,
sleeping, dear.
Little sleeper, the spring is here;
I, like a cloud of April rain,
am bending over your little grave in vain,
weeping, dear.
Little flower, the spring is here;
what if my tears were not in vain!
what if they drew you up again
little flower.
posted by Tom to GardenMystics
Fundamental Nature
Image Montage by Bob O'Hearn
http://www.pbase.com/1heart/fundamental_nature
a little poem inspired by one of Bob's pictures
The King’s scepter
Is an inlayed and golden
stick,
Beauty’s scepter
Is a flower inlayed in
Emptiness.
King’s scepter
Lays still at his death,
Beauty’s scepter
Returns to the Emptiness
That created it,
leaving space to a new one.
Thousands of flowers sing
praises
Of Beauty,
Thousands of flowers
Reveal His Face,
Each one perfect
In its opening song,
Each one perfect
In its closing song.
Om to the flowering of
Silence,
Om to the enrapture in
Silence,
Om to the Divine
entertainment,
Om to the eternal return to
Emptiness.
m. posted by Marifa to GardenMystics