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profound and utter joy
at knowing Self directly
the only one who has ever
existed
who looks out all eyes at
once
and only sees Self
those who know endlessly
rejoice
those who don't--waste no
time
come home
come to know your Self
directly
and suffer no more
Gloria Lee 
MOCKINGBIRDS
by Mary Oliver
This morning
two mockingbirds
in the green field
were spinning and tossing
the white ribbons
of their songs
into the air.
I had nothing
better to do
than listen.
I mean this
seriously.
In Greece,
a long time ago,
an old couple
opened their door
to two strangers
who were,
it soon appeared,
not men at all,
but gods.
It is my favorite story--
how the old couple
had almost nothing to give
but their willingness
to be attentive--
but for this alone
the gods loved them
and blessed them--
when they rose
out of their mortal
bodies,
like a million particles
of water
from a fountain,
the light
swept into all the corners
of the cottage,
and the old couple,
shaken with understanding,
bowed down--
but still they asked for
nothing
but the difficult life
which they had already.
And the gods smiled, as
they vanished,
clapping their great
wings.
Wherever it was
I was supposed to be
this morning--
whatever it was I said
I would be doing--
I was standing
at the edge of the field--
I was hurrying
through my own soul,
opening its dark doors--
I was leaning out;
I was listening.
Gloria Lee
Narrow The Difference
When I play my lute,
The invisible ones call a conference,
And the angels travel far knowing
A rare entertainment will soon take place.
When I play my drum, my notes become so real
The winged ones throw saddles upon them;
An outrageous holy rodeo begins.
No one has ever sat with Hafiz
And not left for the better.
No one can read my poems out loud
In a tender loving voice
And not narrow the difference,
Not narrow the gap,
Between you and God.
I have many younger friends of God in this world.
Find one and offer service.
For their glance is generous and cannot help
But forever give.
When Hafiz plays his lute,
My notes ascend into the air and form
Infinite blue crystals
That will move on the wind's breath for hundreds of years
As my sacred debris, as the divine dust
Rising as a gift from my
Singing bones.
("The Subject Tonight Is Love" -- versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky;original presentation by David Williamson)
Ramon Sender
from SufiMystic List
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"What's the end result of all this quest?"
Your question is not stupid, Hashim.
One short answer might be:
Peace from desires
Thomas Merton said, "If you are at peace yourself,
then there is at least some peace in the world. Then
share your peace with everyone, and everyone will
be at peace."
Another way to put it:
Finding fulfillment within yourself.
And yet another:
Living your life to its ultimate.
Why waste it on trivial pursuits?
R.K. Sankar
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Long Live the Feet of the One who sings,
"Act saying, 'Everything is by God'."
Long Live the Feet of the Silent One who said,
'Reckon the world as a dream'.
Translation of Lines 10 and 11 of Song 3
of 5 Jewels in Praise of the Feet of Sri Ramana
by Sri Sivaprakasam Pillai
