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Let me show my face.<br> You saw it once in Pre-existence,<br> now you want to be quickened and quickened again.<br> * We have been secretly fed<br> from beyond space and time, <br> That's why we look for something more than this.</p> <p><br> <strong>From: 'The Soul of Rumi' Coleman Barks</strong></p> <p></p> <p>Saturday January 24, 2004 19:32<br> A shout out to my friends in the Seychelles. <ojo></p> <p>"Success is the unintended side effect resulting from the pursuit of something larger than yourself"<br> <strong><br> Jack W. Thurston</strong></p> <p> </p> <p>Saturday January 24, 2004 18:01</p> <p>"Intensify your thought and you set up attraction. <br> Concentrate on a job, and you attract all the things necessary to accomplish it. You attract the things you give a great deal of thought to."<br> <br> <strong>Henry Ford</strong></p> <p><strong>The Mystery of Mysteries<br> Master Lu</strong></p> <p>There is no way to explain the mystery of mysteries in<br> words, for it is even beyond thought. It is very subtle,<br> ungraspable, extremely rarefied. From heaven up to the<br> infinite heaven there are perfected people, most<br> mysterious, by whom heaven is directed and earth<br> controlled. They understand people and things, the<br> hidden and the obvious, to the furthest possible extent.<br> They operate time without any fixed track, and are<br> invisibly in charge of the accounting of the ages. Sages<br> cannot recognize them as sages, spirits cannot recognize<br> them as spirits.</p> <p>The mystery of mysteries is nonexistent, yet exists; it is<br> empty, yet substantial. It is not more in sages, not less<br> in the ignorant. Heaven is within it, yet even heaven does<br> not know it; earth receives its current, yet even earth<br> does not recognize it. It penetrates the depths of all<br> things, yet they go on unawares. Its presence is not<br> presence, its passing is not passing. How can this mystery<br> of mysteries be conceived of, how can it be imagined?<br> If you penetrate the essence, it is mystery upon mystery.</p> <p><strong>Quoted in 'The Spirit of Tao '<br> Translated and Edited by Thomas Cleary</strong></p> <p>Thursday January 22, 2004 22:47</p> <p><strong>The Song of Life</strong></p> <p> Seek not the perfume of a single heart<br> Nor dwell in its easeful comfort;<br> For therein abides<br> the dear of loneliness.</p> <p> I wept,<br> For I saw<br> The loneliness of a single love.</p> <p> In the dancing shadows<br> Lay a withered flower.</p> <p> The worship of many in the one<br> Leads to sorrow.<br> But the love of the one in many<br> Is everlasting bliss.</p> <p> <strong>J. Krishnamurti</strong><br> From: 'The Song of Life'</p> <p> </p> <p>Wednesday January 21, 2004 18:57</p> <p>Aspiration is torture: so says my lethargic body. <br> Aspiration is pressure: so says my unruly, restless vital. <br> Aspiration is terror: so says my doubting and suspecting mind. <br> Aspiration is pleasure: so says my crying heart. <br> Aspiration is leisure: so says my loving soul. <br> And finally, my Lord Supreme says that aspiration is nothing short of treasure. Out of His infinite Bounty, <br> He tells me that my aspiration is not only my treasure but also His treasure.</p> <p>Excerpt from:<a href="http://www.srichinmoylibrary.com/seeker-singer/3"> A Seeker Is A Singer by Sri Chinmoy</a></p> <p><strong>One Tree</strong></p> <p>My body is his body<br> Who is close to my heart.</p> <p>In our heart abides the dawn<br> Empty of darkness.<br> We are like one tree with two branches.<br> This was our goal;<br> Therefore, today we have become<br> The seekers of Infinity's beauty.</p> <p><strong>Sri Chinmoy<br> </strong></p> <p><strong>If God Invited You to a Party</strong><br> </p> <p> If God<br> Invited you to a party<br> And said,</p> <p> "Everyone<br> In the ballroom tonight<br> Will be my special<br> Guest,"</p> <p> How would you then treat them<br> When you<br> Arrived?</p> <p> Indeed, indeed!</p> <p> And Hafiz knows<br> There is no one in this world</p> <p> Who<br> Is not upon<br> His Jeweled Dance<br> Floor.</p> <p> '<strong>The Gift' - versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky</strong></p> <p>Monday January 19, 2004 19:39</p> <p><strong>I HAVE COME INTO THIS WORLD TO SEE THIS</strong></p> <p>I have come into this world to see this:<br> the sword drop from men's hands even at the height<br> of their arc of anger</p> <p>because we have finally realized there is just one flesh to wound<br> and it is His - the Christ's, our Beloved's.</p> <p>I have come into this world to see this: all creatures hold hands as<br> we pass through this miraculous existence we share on the way<br> to even a greater being of soul,</p> <p>a being of just ecstatic light, forever entwined and at play with Him.</p> <p>I have come into this world to hear this:</p> every song the earth has sung since it was conceived in<br> the Divine's womb and began spinning from His wish, <p></p> every song by wing and fin and hoof,<br> every song by hill and field and tree and woman and child,<br> every song of stream and rock, <br> <br> every song of tool and lyre and flute,<br> every song of gold and emerald and fire, <p></p> <p>every song the heart should cry with magnificent dignity<br> to know itself as God:</p> <p>for all other knowledge will leave us again in want and aching -<br> only imbibing the glorious Sun will complete us.</p> <p>I have come into this world to experience this:</p> <p>men so true to love<br> they would rather die before speaking<br> an unkind word,</p> <p>men so true their lives are His covenant -<br> the promise of hope.</p> <p>I have come into this world to see this:<br> the sword drop from men's hands<br> even at the height of their arc of rage</p> because we have finally realized<br> there is just one flesh<br> we can wound. <p> </p> <p><strong>Hafiz</strong><br> Love Poems From God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West<br> <em>Trans. by</em> Daniel Ladinsky</p> <p> </p> <p>Sunday January 18, 2004 20:45</p> <p>The Prophet is a timeless book written in 1923 but relevant and just as vocal today. From the begining the themes of loss, separation and the journey home stir me deeply. The same themes are prevalent in the conclusion of the Lord of the Rings, The Tolkien movie. Folklore, myth and legend has grown from these archetypal forces that we manifest and are resonant even in the very landscape in which we live. Full of compassion and concern, these words align the mind with the wordless heart that cries and dances deep within us.</p> <p>Saturday January 17, 2004 19:13</p> <p><em>From:</em> <strong>The Prophet</strong> </p> <p>This would I have you remember in remembering me: That which seems most feeble and bewildered in you is the strongest and most determined. Is it not your breath that has erected and hardened the structure of your bones? And is it not a dream which none of you re member having dreamt, that built your city and fashioned all there is in it? Could you but see the tides of that breath you would cease to see all else, And if you could hear the whispering of the dream you would hear no other sound.</p> <p><a href="http://www.gibrantheprophet.com/">Kahlil Gibran</a></p> <p> </p> <p>Friday January 16, 2004 21:14</p> <p>''God bless American cheese'</p> <p><strong>Dusan Knezevic</strong></p> <p> </p> <p>Friday January 16, 2004 21:04</p> <p>"The true contemplative is not less interested than others<br> in normal life, not less concerned with what goes on in the<br> world, but more interested, more concerned. The fact that<br> he or she is a contemplative makes them capable of a<br> greater interest and a deeper concern. The contemplative<br> has the inestimable gift of appreciating at their real<br> worth values that are permanent, authentically deep, human.<br> truly spiritual and even divine. Their mission is to be a<br> complete and whole person, with an instinctive and generous<br> need to further the same wholeness in others, and in all<br> humanity. They arrive at this, however, not by superior<br> gifts and talents, but by the simplicity and poverty which<br> are essential to their state because these alone keep one<br> traveling in the way that is spiritual, divine and beyond<br> understanding.</p> <p> <strong>Thomas Merton</strong></p> <p>Thursday January 15, 2004 4:50 PM</p> <p><strong>The Way In</strong></p> <p> Whoever you are: some evening take a step<br> out of your house, which you know so well.<br> Enormous space is near, your house lies where it begins,<br> whoever you are.<br> Your eyes find it hard to tear themselves<br> from the sloping threshold, but with your eyes<br> slowly, slowly, lift one black tree<br> up, so it stands against the sky: skinny alone.<br> With that you have made the world. The world is immense<br> and like a word that is still growing in the silence.<br> In the same moment that your will grasps it,<br> your eyes, feeling its subtlety, will leave it. . . .</p> <p> <strong>Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Robert Bly</strong></p> <p>Wednesday January 14, 2004 17:56 </p> <p>I want to sing like birds sing,<img src="/images/singing.jpg" alt="How can I keep from singing" width="287" height="283" align="right"><br> not worrying who hears,<br> or what they think.<br> Last night,<br> A great teacher went from door to door<br> with a lamp. 'He who is not to be found<br> is the one I'm looking for.'<br> Beyond wanting, beyond place, inside form<br> That One. A flute says, I have no hope<br> for finding that.<br> But Love plays<br> and is the music played.<br> Let that musician</p> <p>Rumi<br> From: <a href="http://www.petama.ch/Pond-10.htm">www.petama</a></p> <p> </p> <p>When a person comes into a certain room he feels a kind of atmosphere. He goes to visit someone, he feels the atmosphere in the house, of the people, of the family. He feels in his heart whether his friend’s enterprise will be a success or a failure, distinctly or indistinctly. He feels what is happening. That person feels the pleasure, the displeasure of his fellowmen without having spoken; that person can understand if there is a smile outwardly and a cry inside, he hears it; and that person understands if there are tears outside and inside there is nothing. You may ask: ‘Is that faculty to be cultivated, and if it is to be cultivated, in what manner?’ I will answer: ‘Yes’. A sympathetic person who has taken a spiritual path will naturally progress and that faculty will develop. But what is most necessary before wanting to develop that faculty is that one’s life has become true. It is sincerity, trueness, good living, and a quieter thought, which prepare man for the voice which is within. But with all this goodness every person is not spiritually inclined, every person does not concentrate his mind towards that ideal which is necessary; he will be still, so to speak, blocked, not open to receive and hear the voice.<br> <br> <font size="2">From Hazrat Inayat Khan: <br> a lecture held in Montreux, Hotel Splendide, Switzerland, on 23 Nov 1922 </font></p> <p> </p> <p>Tuesday January 13, 2004 23:50 </p> <p>Mont Brevent</p> <p> O dweller in the valley, lift thine eyes<br> To where, above the drift of cloud, the stone<br> Endures in silence, and to God alone<br> Upturns its furrowed visage, and is wise.<br> There yet is being, far from all that dies,<br> And beauty where no mortal maketh moan,<br> Where larger planets swim the liquid zone,<br> And wider spaces stretch to calmer skies.<br> Only a little way above the plain<br> Is snow eternal. Round the mountain's knees<br> Hovers the fury of the wind and rain.<br> Look up, and teach thy noble heart to cease<br> From endless labour. There is perfect peace<br> Only a little way above thy pain.</p> <p> ~George Santayana</p> <p> </p> <p>Monday January 12, 2004 21:20</p> <p><strong>The Wonderful Lawlessness</strong><br> </p> <p>Late in winter<br> My heart is still a rose in bloom.<br> <br> Late in summer<br> I still have snow covered peaks upon my back<br> Where we can all play and slide.<br> <br> At night I need no candle or lamp,<br> For my soul has forever awakened<br> <br> To there being just the reality<br> Of Light<br> And the wonderful Lawlessness of God.<br> <br> Late in winter I need no heat,<br> For I have entered the Infinite Fire.<br> <br> Come,<br> Build a sled,<br> Find a grand hill within my verse-<br> <br> You and I and God<br> Should play there more often<br> Upon a peak such as Hafiz<br> <br> That the Beloved has carved<br> So well.</p> <p><strong>Hafiz</strong><br> <br> 'The Subject Tonight Is Love' <br> Daniel Ladinsky</p> <p> </p> <p>Friday January 9, 2004 20:09 <br> Not that I'm supporting the consumption of alcohol but... <br> </p> <p><img src="/images/Vesuvio_when_the_shadow.jpg" alt="" width="572" height="391"></p> <p align="center"><strong><font color="#000066" size="2">© <a href="http://www.dclundell.net/running/photos/2003-12-13_fear_and_loathing/?51">2003-2004 Don Charles Lundell</a></font></strong></p> <p> </p> <p>Friday January 9, 2004 18:08</p> <p>From: <a href="http://www.peripheral.org/pages/ni.htm">www.peripheral.org</a></p> <p>Discussion between Master Ni and some students</p> <p>The ancient developed ones understood that life can be<br> both conditioned and also accidental. It was not necessary<br> to define it one way or another. For example, a peach tree<br> gives peaches in the late spring. It can give good peaches in<br> a good season or in a good natural cycle, with correct warmth<br> and moisture, air and nutrition from the earth. But in the same<br> peach garden, some trees will do better than others. Some need<br> more care than others. Human life is just like that. Some do<br> better, and others do not do as well, but the human mind reacts<br> differently than a tree. A peach tree does not have a developed<br> sense of itself. It is not bothered by doing better or worse than<br> another tree, or by doing better at one time and worse at another<br> time. It follows nature, so it does not have anything like trouble<br> in the mind. Humans are different. They have feelings about<br> themselves. They watch others, and they can be jealous of others<br> who do better or feel dismayed if they cannot do as well. They<br> can also feel pride that they do better than another. But they<br> cannot objectively look at themselves as natural, which is a<br> condition starting pre-natally.</p> <p>There is not much about your limitations that can be changed.<br> The thing to do is to live naturally and change what you can.<br> Some people, however, develop or follow religions instead of<br> realistically improving themselves and their lives. They steep<br> themselves in deep meditation or invent profound ideologies<br> which cover their failures and only serve to keep them from<br> taking responsibility for themselves. The achieved ones know<br> what the nature of life is, not only outside but also inside.<br> The most valuable thing is to follow the life-nature inside and<br> harmonize with the outside. This is the teaching and achievement<br> passed down by our spiritually developed forefathers. It is not<br> a psychological approach that transfers one's focus away from<br> the pressure of day-to-day living or the immediate environment.<br> It is the self-truth of taming one's own evil temper and ambitions<br> and turning them into a life of spiritual well being. Spirituality<br> cannot be separated from life itself. The subtle, essential sphere<br> of life is still associated with the general patterned life of eating,<br> sleeping, working, etc. Big and small grow equally under the light<br> of spiritual health. There is a great need for the spiritual<br> development of all people. The best thing you can do for the world<br> is to develop yourself spiritually.<br> </p> <p>Friday January 9, 2004 8:57 AM </p> <p><strong>Revelation</strong></p> <p>No more my heart shall sob or grieve.<br> My days and nights dissolve in God's own Light.<br> Above the toil of life my soul<br> Is a Bird of Fire winging the Infinite.</p> <p>I have known the One and His secret Play,<br> And passed beyond the sea of Ignorance Dream.<br> In tune with Him, I sport and sing;<br> I own the golden Eye of the Supreme.</p> <p>Drunk deep of Immortality,<br> I am the root and boughs of a teeming vast.<br> My Form I have known and realised.<br> The Supreme and I are one; all we outlast.</p> <p><strong>Sri Chinmoy</strong></p> <p>From: My Flute</p> <p> </p> <p>Wednesday January 7, 2004 8:47</p> <p><strong>Mind</strong></p> <p>Mind is like a candle flame: unstable, flickering, constantly<br> changing, fanned by the violent winds of our thoughts and<br> emotions. The flame will only burn steadily when we can calm<br> the air around it; so we can only begin to glimpse and rest in<br> the nature of mind when we have stilled the turbulence of our<br> thoughts and emotions.</p> <p><strong>Sogyal Rinpoche</strong></p> <p>Tuesday January 6, 2004 8:33</p> <p>“The man in waking state says that he did not know anything in the state of deep sleep. Now he sees objects and knows that he exists but in deep sleep there were no objects and no spectator. And yet the same person who is speaking now existed in deep sleep also. What is the difference between the two states? There are objects and the play of the senses now, while in deep sleep there were not. A new entity, the ego, has arisen. It acts through the senses, sees objects, confuses itself with the body and claims to be the Self. In reality, what was in deep sleep continues to be now also. The Self is changeless. It is the ego which has come between. That which rises and sets is the ego. That which remains changeless is the Self. (The teachings of Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharishi in his own words, Edited by Arthur Osborne)</p> <p>Saturday January 3, 2004 13:15</p> <p>A Zen Master once wrote: "The moon is not pleasing unless partly clouded."</p> <p>Friday January 2, 2004 21:05 </p> <p><strong><img src="/images/Sarah_teasdale3104_k_1079.jpg" width="50" height="50">The Dreams of My Heart</strong> </p> <p>The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,<br> Nothing stays with me long,<br> But I have had from a child<br> The deep solace of song;</p> <p>If that should ever leave me,<br> Let me find death and stay<br> With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten<br> Like the rain of yesterday. </p> <p><strong>Sarah Teasdale</strong></p> <p>Thursday January 1, 2004 12:19 PM</p> <p><strong>80. Utopia</strong><br> <br> Let your community be small, with only a few people;<br> Keep tools in abundance, but do not depend upon them;<br> Appreciate your life and be content with your home;<br> Sail boats and ride horses, but don't go too far;<br> Keep weapons and armour, but do not employ them;<br> Let everyone read and write,<br> Eat well and make beautiful things.</p> <p>Live peacefully and delight in your own society;<br> Dwell within cock-crow of your neighbours,<br> But maintain your independence from them.<br> </p> <p>The GNL Tao De Ching. <br> Copyright (C) 1992, 1993, 1994, 1995 Peter A. Merel</p> <h1 align="left"><font size="1"> </font></h1> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center"><font size="2">This page was last updated: </font> <font size="2"> April 10, 2005 14:24 </font></p> </td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="3" align="left" valign="top"><div align="center"><font size="2"><br> </font><font size="2" face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">© Abichal 2004. 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