Monday, December 29, 2008

Saturday, December 27, 2008

You are What you Love

A Subtle Truth

If you want money more than anything,
you will be bought and sold.

If you have a greed for food,
you will become a loaf of bread.

This is a subtle truth.
Whatever you love, you are.

~ A Year With Rumi by Coleman Barks

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Muhammad and the Huge Eater

By by Mevlana Celaleddin Rumi
Translated by Coleman Barks

    Excerpt from "Delicious Laughter, Rambunctious Teaching Stories from the Mathnawi" by Coleman Barks. 1990 Paypop Books, 196 Westview Drive, Athens, GA 30606.

(Note: Husam was Rumi's much loved assistant. Rumi teases him.)

Husam demands that we begin Book V.
Ziya-Haqq, the Radiance of Truth,
                        Husamuddin,
Master to the Pure Masters,
if my human throat were not so narrow,
I would praise you as you should be praised,
in some language other than this word-language,
but a domestic fowl is not a falcon.
We must mix the varnish we have
and brush it on.

I'm not talking to materialists. When I mention Husam,
I speak only to those who know spiritual secrets.
Praise is simply drawing back the curtains
to let his qualities in.
                        The Sun,
of course, remains apart
from what I say.

What the sayer of Praise is really praising is himself, by saying implicitly, "My eyes are clear."

Likewise, someone who criticizes is criticizing
himself, saying implicitly, "I can't see very well
with my eyes so inflamed."

Don't ever feel sorry for someone
who wants to be the Sun, that other Sun,
the One that makes rotten things fresh.

And don't ever envy someone
who wants to be this world.

Husam is the Sun I mean.
He can't be understood with the mind, or said,
but we'll stumble and stagger trying to.
Just because you can't drink all that falls
doesn't mean you give up taking sips
of rain water. If the nut
of the mystery can't be held,
at least let me touch the shell.

Husam, refresh my words, your words.
My words are only a husk to your knowing,
an earth-atmosphere to your enormous spaces.

What I say is meant only to point to that, to You,
so that whoever ever hears these words will not grieve
that they never had a chance to look.

Your Presence draws me out from vanity
and imagination and opinion.

Awe is the salve
that will heal our eyes.

And keen, constant listening.
Stay out in the open like a date palm
lifting its arms. Don't bore mouse-holes
in the ground, arguing inside some
doctrinal labyrinth.

That intellectual warp and woof keeps you wrapped
in blindness. And four other characteristics
keep you from loving. The Qur'an calls them
four birds. Say Bismillah, and chop the heads
off those mischief birds.

The rooster of lust, the peacock of wanting
to be famous, the crow of ownership, and the duck
of urgency, kill them and revive them
in another form, changed and harmless.

There is a duck inside you.
Her bill is never still, searching through dry
and wet alike, like the robber in an empty house
cramming objects in his sack, pearls, chickpeas,
anything. Always thinking, "There's no time!
I won't get another chance!"

A True Person is more calm and deliberate.
He or she doesn't worry about interruptions.

But that duck is so afraid of missing out
that it's lost all generosity, and frighteningly expanded
its capacity to take in food.

A large group of unbelievers
once came to see Muhammad,
knowing he would feed them.

Muhammad told his Friends,
"Divide these guests among you and tend to them.
Since you are all filled with me,
it will be as though I am the host."

Each Friend of Muhammad chose a guest,
but there was one huge person left behind.
he sat in the entrance of the mosque
like thick dregs in a cup.

So Muhammad invited the man to his own household,
where the enormous son of a Ghuzz Turk ate everything,
the milk of seven goats and enough food
for eighteen people!

The others in the house were furious.
When the man went to bed, the maid slammed the door
behind him and chained it shut, out of meanness
and resentment. Around midnight, the man
felt several strong urges at once.

But the door! He works it
puts a blade through the crack. Nothing.
The urgency increases. The room contracts.
He falls back into a confused sleep and dreams
of a desolate place, since he himself is
such a desolate place.

So, dreaming he's by himself,
he squeezes out a huge amount,
and another huge amount.

But he soon becomes conscious enough
to know that the covers he gathers around him
are full of shit. He shakes with spasms of the shame
that usually keeps men from doing such things.

He thinks, "My sleep is worse than my being awake.
The waking is just full of food.
My sleep is all this."

Now he's crying, bitterly embarrassed,
Waiting for dawn and the noise of the door opening,
hoping that somehow he can get out
without anyone seeing him as he is.

I'll shorten it. The door opens. He's saved.
Muhammad comes at dawn. He opens the door
and becomes invisible so the man won't feel ashamed,
so he can escape and wash himself
and not have to face the door-opener.

Someone completely absorbed in Allah like Muhammad
can do this. Muhammad had seen all that went on
in the night, but he held back from letting the man out,
until all happened as it needed to happen.

Many actions which seem cruel
are from a deep Friendship.
Many demolitions are actually renovations.

Later, a meddlesome servant
brought Muhammad the bedclothes.
"Look what your guest has done!"

Muhammad smiles, himself a mercy given to all beings,
"Bring me a bucket of water."

Everyone jumps up, "No! Let us do this.
We live to serve you, and this is the kind of hand-work
we can do. Yours is the inner heart-work."

"I know that, but this is an extraordinary occasion."

A Voice inside him is saying, "There is great wisdom
in washing these bedclothes. Wash them."

Meanwhile, the man who soiled the covers and fled
is returning to Muhammad's house. He has left behind
an amulet that he always carried.

He enters and sees the Hands of God
washing his incredibly dirty linen.

He forgets the amulet. A great love suddenly enters him.
He tears his shirt open. He strikes his head
against the wall and the door. Blood
pours from his nose.

People come from other parts of the house.
He's shrieking, "Stay away!"
He hits his head, "I have no understanding!"
He prostrates himself before Muhammad.
You are the Whole. I am a despicable tiny,
meaningless piece. I can't look at You."
He's quiet and quivering with remorse.

Muhammad bends over and holds him and caresses him
and opens his inner knowing.

The cloud weeps, and then the garden sprouts.
The baby cries, and the mother's milk flows.
The Nurse of Creation has said, Let them cry a lot.

This rain-weeping and sun-burning twine together
to make us grow. Keep your intelligence white-hot
and your grief glistening, so your life will stay fresh.
Cry easily like a little child.

Let body-needs dwindle and soul-decisions increase.
Diminish what you give your physical self.
Your spiritual eye will begin to open.

When the body empties and stays empty,
God fills it with musk and mother-of pearl.
That way a man gives his dung and gets purity.

Listen to the Prophets, not to some adolescent boy.
The foundation and the walls of the spiritual life
are made of self denials and disciplines.

Stay with Friends who support you in these.
Talk with them about sacred texts,
and how you're doing, and how they're doing,
and keep your practices together.

      - Mathnawi, V, 1-149, 163, 167



[Caption]

Dr. John Lilly: Through the Center of the Mandala

rainbow legume mandala
with credit to Jlee

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Tropical Blue Water Lily


Tropical Blue Water Lily, originally uploaded by konaboy.
You sit here for days saying, this is a strange business. You’re the strange business. You have the energy of the sun in you, but you keep knotting it up at the base of your spine. ~ Rumi

Friday, December 19, 2008

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Intimacy


frogmouse2.jpg Mouse and Frog picture by fastdarter
A mouse and a frog meet every morning on the riverbank.

They sit in a nook of the ground and talk. Each morning, the second they see each other, they open easily, telling stories and dreams and secrets, empty of any fear or suspicious holding back.

To watch, and listen to those two is to understand how, as it’s written, sometimes when two beings come together, Christ becomes visible.

The mouse starts laughing out a story he hasn’t thought of in five years, and the telling might take five years! There’s no blocking the speech flow-river-running-all-carrying momentum that true intimacy is. Bitterness doesn’t have a chance with those two.

The God-messenger, Khidr, touches a roasted fish. It leaps off the grill back into the water. Friend sits by Friend, and the tablets appear. They read the mysteries off each others foreheads.

But one day the mouse complains, “There are times when I want conversation and you’re out in the water, jumping around where you can’t hear me. We meet at this appointed time, but the text says, Lovers pray constantly. Once a day, once a week, five times an hour, is not enough. Fish like we are need the ocean around us!”

Do camel bells say, “Let’s meet back here Thursday night?” Ridiculous! They jingle together continuously, talking while the camel walks.

Do you pay regular visits to yourself? Don’t argue or answer rationally. Let us die, and dying, reply. ~ Rumi

from The Essential Rumi translated by Coleman Barks



Monday, December 15, 2008

Ya Devi Sarva Buteshu

"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn't make any sense." ~ Rumi

Friday, December 12, 2008

Fly Away - Jean Claude Ades

I Know That the Truth Is in Me, Perfect and Complete I have not written unto you because ye know not the truth, but because ye know it, and no lie is of the truth.
~ 1 John 2:21

This is God your Lord: All power is His:
But the gods ye call on beside Him have no power over the husk of a date stone!
~ The Koran

However anxious you may be, you will not save (yourself). ~ Text of Taoism

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Yael Naim - New Soul Official Video

With deepest bows to Samme.
Gemini
Sometimes even well-meaning loved ones don't behave as they should during the holidays. But why take offense when none was offered? With a light heart, you presume them innocent. It's easy for you because you're rather innocent yourself, Gemini. This sing-along pop song captures the breezy good mood you'll want to wear into the New Year.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Pink Floyd - 1971 - Meddle

Was thinking about the first time I saw these guys in Cleveland, Ohio on Nov. 6th 1971. We saw them in Emerson Gym at Case Western Reserve University during their Meddle Tour. About 4 thousand people crammed into the Gym and everyone sat on the floor and passed around the shit..:-)
Breathtaking Memory

Friday, December 5, 2008

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Outkast - Roses - With Lyrics

Your Roses really smell like Poo Poo ;-)

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Bodhidharma 菩提達磨


Bodhidharma 菩提達磨, originally uploaded by shitao.



Bodhidharma faced a wall for nine years, not speaking for the entire time. He is said to have fallen asleep seven years into his nine years of wall-gazing, and becoming angry with himself, cut off his eyelids to prevent it from happening again. Legend has it that as his eyelids hit the floor the first tea plants sprang up; and thereafter tea would provide a stimulant to help keep students of Chán awake during meditation...


The Origin of Chan (Zen)—A Flower and a Smile 世尊拈花,迦葉微笑



One day on the Spiritual Mountain (a.k.a. Vulture Peak), an assembly gathered to hear the Buddha’s Dharma talk. However, on that occasion, Buddha simply held up a flower offered by the Brahma King and gazed at the assembly, without saying a word. No one understood the meaning except Mahakashyapa, who broke into a smile. Thereupon the Buddha said, “I have the true Eye of the Dharma, the profound Mind of Nirvana, the Reality transcending all forms; the supreme and subtle teaching, inexpressible by words and speech; this mind seal outside of scriptures, I now transmit to Mahakashyapa.” Mahakashyapa later became known as the first Patriarch of Zen.

This special teaching, the “mind seal”, the essence of Buddhism, may be characterized by these lines (教外別傳,不立文字,直指人心,見性成佛):

A special transmission outside the scriptures,

Not dependent upon words and speech;

Directly pointing at the mind,

See into one’s true nature and become a Buddha.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Citizen Cope ft. Santana - Sideways [The Fountain] v2.0

"The Fountain" ~video

You know it ain't easy
For these thoughts here to leave me
There's no words to describe it
In French or in English

Cause diamonds, they fade
And flowers, they bloom
And I'm telling you

These feelings won't go away
They've been knockin' me sideways
They've been knockin' me out lately
Whenever you come around me

These feelings won't go away
They've been knockin' me sideways
I keep thinking in a moment that
Time will take them away

But these feelings won't go away
These feelings won't go away

You know it ain't easy
For these thoughts here to leave me
There's no words to describe it
In French or in English

Cause diamonds, they fade
And flowers, they bloom
And I'm telling you

These feelings won't go away
They've been knockin' me sideways
They've been knockin' me out lately
Whenever you come around me

These feelings won't go away
They've been knockin' me sideways
I keep thinking in a moment that
Time will take them away

But these feelings won't go away
These feelings won't go away