Posts Tagged ‘spiritual poetry’

choose love

Saturday, August 8th, 2009

Choose Love

Because of the beloved
my heart is happy,
my soul illuminated.

From the beloved’s greenery
hundreds of blessed rivers
are flowing to the rose gardens.

In order to enter into your rose garden,
the soul makes peace with the thorns.

Choose love. Choose love.
Without this beautiful love,
life is nothing but a burden.

Rumi


divine road

Saturday, August 8th, 2009

Divine Road

A shepherd comes every night
from the land of absence,
frees souls from the bodies
and scatters them like camels.

He guides them secretly
back to the land of absence
and places them lovingly
in the pasture of his kindness.

But he covers their eyes
and doesn’t let them see the road,
for this is a divine road,
not the road of self and senses.

Rumi


meditation 11:11

Friday, August 7th, 2009

MEDITATION 11:11

11:11
illumination, illumination

time
for what?

to wake up
asleep for 13,000 revolutions
blink of an eye

I see
moons within moons
rotating
clockwork mandala
in and out of light
aspects lost to shadow
a universe, a galaxy of one’s own
playground of the gods

we play, like iridescent flames
of the One true flame
the Watchmaker
reminding us, time to wake up!
from our cosmic sleep

for what?

know thyself
imperfect perfection
soul of souls
one heart, beats like a distant drum ever closer
I know you
with new perspective
those lines
that lead back, all the Way
to You

beauty abstracted, a new movement
of appreciation
this thing called LOVE
has one lived?
in truth

I know You by heart
every line
that disappears in shadow
and reappears
in light
where line and shadow merge
I feel You

detail magnified
elevating the experience
look at what we are capable of when we place our mind
we create beauty and balance in all that we do
what kind of existence then?
extra
ordinary

time and timelessness
eternal Mobius
just how big is this spinning-wheel?

and Earth
to what Divine Purpose?
emerging from long shadow
a distant sleep
energy measured
with new perspective

who
AM I
?
with frequency we ask

time
an illusion, all is happening now
and so the truth
ripe
for us to pluck like an apple from the tree
for the second, the last
time

sacred geometry of circle
mesmerised no longer
awake
AM I

be it
the mechanical nature
of intricate human?
artisan creation
wings clipped forgotten
no more
I remember, I AM

mediator
between head and hands
born of the Metropolis
rise above the machine
lift the heart
to crown our true nature
and re-humanise the collective
Spirit
I AM

V


4U

Friday, August 7th, 2009

And U know that I love U very much,
The U I call beauty,
The U that finds beauty in life.

It breaks my heart,
That others are blind to it,
Then they are certainly blind to it All.

Don’t submit to others blindness,
Know how amazing you are,
Because You really Are.

V


let us show you

Friday, August 7th, 2009

Let Us Show You

don’t you see the futility
in what you seek?

let us show you
look here
each piece of your pattern
springs from the unfolding of a flower
that flower is you
becoming

now look there
at the veil
where your final piece of the puzzle
rests
in both worlds

do you believe you can know this piece
when the flower is but half open?

V


imagine

Friday, August 7th, 2009

IMAGINE

Imagine there’s no Heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say that I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one

John Lennon

come to the edge

Friday, August 7th, 2009

“Come to the edge.”
“We can’t. We are afraid.”
“Come to the edge.”
“We can’t. We will fall!”

“Come to the edge.”

And they came.
And he pushed them.

And they flew.

Guillaume Apollinaire