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Highlights Issue #2659, Saturday, December 2, 2006, Editor: Mark
Where does the whole of samsara, all animals
and plants, all concepts, trees, and birds come from?
There is only one Source: return to it, merge in it.
Know what it is and everything is It itself.
There is no difference between you and what you call other!
Know this and you will speak to all beings;
every rock, tree, and animal at the same time
because time does not exist here.
- Papaji, The Truth Is, posted to AlongTheWay
The universe and I exist together
And all things and I are one
The sage has the sun and moon by his side
And the universe under his arm
He blends everything into a harmonious whole.
He blends the disparities of ten thousand years
Into one complete purity
All things are blended like this
And mutually involve each other
He who regards all things as 'One'
Is a companion of Nature
Heaven, Earth and I were created together
And all things and I are One.
- Chuang Tzu, posted to Mystic Spirit
The hearty unripe grapes, capable of ripening,
at last become one in heart
by the breath of the masters of heart.
They grow rapidly to grapehood,
shedding duality and hatred and strife.
Then in maturity, they rend their skins,
till they become one:
unity is the proper attribute
for one who is one with others.
- Rumi, Mathnawi II: 3723-3725, version by Camille and Kabir
Helminski, Rumi: Daylight, posted to Sunlight
If you never searched for truth
come with us
and you will become a seeker.
If you were never a musician
come with us
and you will find your voice.
You may posses immense wealth
come with us
and you will become love's beggar.
You may think yourself a master
come with us
and love will turn you into a slave.
If you've lost your spirit,
come with us
take off your silk coverings,
put on our rough cloak
and we will bring you back to life.
- Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi, Ghazal (Ode) 74, Rumi: Hidden Music,
translated by Azima Melita Kolin and Maryam Mafi, posted to
SufiMystic
I have come into this world to see this:
the sword drop from men’s hands
even at the height
of their arc of
anger
because we have finally realized there is just
one flesh to wound and it is His -
the Christ’s, our
Beloved’s.
I have come into this world to see this:
all creatures hold hands as we pass through
this miraculous existence we share on the way
to even a greater being of soul,
a being of just ecstatic light,
forever entwined
and at play with
Him.
I have come into this world to hear this:
every song the earth has sung
since it was conceived in the
Divine’s womb and began
spinning from
His wish,
every song by wing and fin and hoof,
every song by hill and field and tree and woman and child,
every song of stream and rock,
every song of tool and lyre and flute,
every song of gold and emerald and fire,
every song the heart should cry with magnificent dignity
to know itself as God:
for all other knowledge will leave us again
in want and aching - only imbibing
the glorious Sun will
complete us.
I have come into this world to experience this:
men so true to love they would rather
die before speaking
an unkind
word,
men so true their lives are His covenant - the promise of hope.
I have come into this world to see this:
the sword drop from men’s hands
even at the height
of their arc of
rage
because we have finally realized
there is just one flesh
we can wound.
I have come into this world to see this:
the sword drop from men’s hands
even at the height
of their arc of
anger
because we have finally realized there is just
one flesh to wound and it is His -
the Christ’s, our
Beloved’s.
I have come into this world to see this:
all creatures hold hands as we pass through
this miraculous existence we share on the way
to even a greater being of soul,
a being of just ecstatic light,
forever entwined
and at play with
Him.
I have come into this world to hear this:
every song the earth has sung
since it was conceived in the
Divine’s womb and began
spinning from
His wish,
every song by wing and fin and hoof,
every song by hill and field and tree and woman and child,
every song of stream and rock,
every song of tool and lyre and flute,
every song of gold and emerald and fire,
every song the heart should cry with magnificent dignity
to know itself as God:
for all other knowledge will leave us again
in want and aching - only imbibing
the glorious Sun will
complete us.
I have come into this world to experience this:
men so true to love they would rather
die before speaking
an unkind
word,
men so true their lives are His covenant - the promise of hope.
I have come into this world to see this:
the sword drop from men’s hands
even at the height
of their arc of
rage
because we have finally realized
there is just one flesh
we can wound.
- Hafiz