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Two friends stumbling on the path of love iso the Beloved. This "blog" is dedicated to all lovers everywhere.
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Francis Brabazon page
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Jul 3, 6:47am
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poetry
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After having your friendship Beloved
I brought strangers into my house again,
And when you came and found my house
full of drunken riot Your face was marked with pain.
And now the trees cry for your gentle rain,
And the mountains are shrouded in haze,
The clouds come and pass away again,
And none can scarcely breathe through the long days
What will happen to this land Beloved
If you do not free me from my blame?
It will become a desert where no thing stirs,
No birds sing and none repeats your Name.
I will sing with joy your lovely Name
Drive out these strangers who have brought me shame,
And you will come into my heart again,
And send throughout this land your healing rain.
Francis Brabazon
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Jun 29, 8:47pm
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Why, then have to be human?
Oh, not because happiness exists,
Nor out of curiosity…
But because being here means so much;
Because everything here,
Vanishing so quickly, seems to need us,
And strangely keeps calling to us… To have been
Here once, completely, even if only once,
To have been at one with the earth -
This is beyond undoing.
Marie Rainer Rilke
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Jun 29, 8:03pm
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There are some temples where God is worshipped as Mother. In one of these, in the state of Bengal, She is represented by a large stone image. The sculptor has carved in stone his idea of the Mother of the Universe, and many pious people, finding it attractive and inspiring, go there to pay their respects or make offerings.
One day an old monk who used a cane came into the temple. Approaching the altar he said, speaking aloud to God, "Mother, you are said to be God; tell me the truth: are you solid like stone — this image? Or are you formless, indescribable and impossible to touch?"
"Take your cane," the monk heard a soft voice saying, "and strike my body on the left side." He did, and the cane hit the stone with a clack. "Now strike me from the other side," She said. When the cane reached the sculpture it passed right through it as if it were air.
Sri Ramakrishna
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Jun 29, 11:59am
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i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
e.e.cummings
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Jun 27, 10:07pm
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Wayfarer, the only way
is your footsteps, there is no other.
Wayfarer, there is no way,
you make the way by walking.
As you go, you make the way
and stopping to look behind,
you see the path that your feet
will never travel again.
Wayfarer, there is no way -
Only foam trails to the sea.
~ Antonio Machado ~
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Jun 24, 9:01pm
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O God, command that the fire of our ignorance be extinguished.
Your lovers yearn for you to bestow upon them the light of faith.
O Murshid Meher Baba, we lay our heads at your feet.
O Meher Baba, you have made yourself perfectly aware of your Godhood.
You are the lord of Truth, you are the beloved and lover in one.
Being the torrent of infinite knowledge, you are the ocean of oneness.
O Master, bestow upon us, the wayfarers, the knowledge of Ezad
(the only one worthy of worship)
For you, O Paramatma, are omniscient, and are divine knowledge itself.
Give us to drink of the cup of God's love that we become intoxicated.
O Saki, we offer our lives in sacrifice to you - give us this draught.
Only if you steer our ship while in mid-ocean can we remain afloat.
O Meher Baba, the captain of our ship, you are our protector.
O Meher Baba, the captain of our ship, you are our protector.
translated by Adi K. Irani
From a booklet, 'Avatar Meher Baba's
Arties with Translations'
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Hasidic Stories
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Jun 22, 6:49pm
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judaism, literature, spirituality
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Once, a famous doctor met one of his patients on the street. Without a word of greeting, the doctor said, "I told you not to walk on that leg until it heals!"
"But it IS healed," said the man.
"Impossible! I saw the wound in that leg. It will take months!"
"I went to another kind of healer, doctor. I went to a mystical rabbi, the one they call the Baal Shem Tov."
The doctor narrowed his eyes, then simply walked away.
A week later, the doctor rapped loudly on the Baal Shem Tov's door. When the door opened, he said, "I hear you claim to be a healer!"
The Baal Shem Tov looked at his visitor. "God is the healer, my friend. Come in!"
The doctor did not move. "Let us examine each other," he said. "Whoever best diagnoses the sickness of the other will be proved the better doctor."
The Baal Shem Tov smiled. "As you wish. But please do me the favor of coming in!"
Once inside, the doctor began his examination of the Baal Shem Tov. The doctor poked him, pinched him, gazed in his ears, and tapped on his knees. After an hour, the doctor said, "You have no sickness that I can find."
"I am not surprised that you could not find it," said the Baal Shem Tov. "I so desire the presence of God that my heart cries out in pain when I can not feel it. My sickness is this constant yearning for God." The Baal Shem Tov looked at the doctor a long while. "Let me now examine you."
The Baal Shem Tov took the doctor's hands and gazed into his eyes. At last the rabbi said, "Have you ever lost something very valuable?"
"As a matter of fact," said the doctor, "I once had a large jewel, but it was stolen from me."
"Ah! That is your sickness!" said the Baal Shem Tov.
"What? Missing my diamond?"
"No. My sickness is yearning after God. Your sickness is that you have forgotten that you ever had that desire."
The doctor sucked in a breath. In a moment, a tear flowed down his cheek. One tear turned to many. Still holding the hands of the Baal Shem Tov, he began to sob. "Please," he said. "Teach me how to yearn!"
"With God's help," said the Baal Shem Tov, "your healing has already begun."
photo:antdav
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Jun 16, 9:56pm
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Behind Me — dips Eternity –
Before Me — Immortality –
Myself — the Term between –
Death but the Drift of Eastern Gray,
Dissolving into Dawn away,
Before the West begin –
‘Tis Kingdoms — afterward — they say –
In perfect — pauseless Monarchy –
Whose Prince — is Son of None –
Himself — His Dateless Dynasty –
Himself — Himself diversify –
In Duplicate divine –
‘Tis Miracle before Me — then –
‘Tis Miracle behind — between –
A Crescent in the Sea –
With Midnight to the North of Her –
And Midnight to the South of Her –
And Maelstrom — in the Sky –
Emily Dickinson
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Jun 16, 9:07pm
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SO THAT MY LOVE MIGHT FLOW
Narada, one of Krishna's close ones, came one day to
the palace to give Krishna a message.
But as he approached, a watchman stopped him and said,
"You cannot enter."
"What do you mean I cannot enter?
I am Narada. I have access to Krishna's bed chamber."
Which was true.
Narada was so close to Krishna that he had permission
to come anytime, anywhere, to see him.
But the watchman replied, "I know who you are,
but on this particular occasion you must remain here.
The Lord Himself has ordered me to stop anybody
from coming just now."
"What do you mean on this particular occasion?
What is the Lord doing that I can't go to see him?"
The watchman replied, "He said he wanted to pray."
"Pray? My Lord is praying?
To whom does he pray? Who is greater than my Lord?"
Narada demanded and accused the watchman of blasphemy.
But the watchman persisted in keeping Narada out, saying,
"I am only telling you what he told me.
He said he wanted to pray and that I should not let anyone in
because he did not want to be disturbed while he is praying."
Narada had no choice but to wait,
and all sorts of confused thoughts were going through his head....
After half an hour or so, Krishna came out of his room
and saw Narada waiting outside the door.
He greeted Narada warmly but Narada was so agitated that he
made only the most perfunctory of greetings.
"What's wrong?" Krishna asked. "You seem upset."
Narada was so upset, in fact, that he totally forgot about
the message he had come to deliver,
he totally forgot that that was why he had come in the first place
and he blurted out, "The watchman said you were praying."
"Yes, that is so," Krishna affirmed.
"But to whom do you pray?" asked Narada,
whose confidence in the Lord was shaken by Krishna's admission.
Krishna laughed.
"Do you really want to see to whom I pray?
Come with me."
And Krishna led Narada to his prayer room.
"Here, here is my God," Krishna said.
And what did Narada see?
He saw little figures, little images of Krishna's mandali.
There was a little figure of Narada, of Arjuna, of all the close ones.
"These are the ones I pray to," Krishna explained. "I pray to my lovers.
You see, the whole purpose of creation was so that my love might flow.
I eternally love my creation, but periodically I take birth to receive the love of my lovers.
My lovers worship me and I worship their love for me."
Eruch Jessawala
IS THAT SO?, ed. Bill Le Page, pp. 86-87
Copyright 1985 Bill Le Page
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Jun 16, 8:24pm
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"The day will come when,
after harnessing space, the winds, the tides and gravitation,
we shall harness for God the energies of love.
And on that day,
for the second time in the history of the world,
we shall have discovered fire."
Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
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