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from The Soul of Rumi

* * * *
Spring overall. But inside us
there is another UNITY.

Behind each eye here,
one glowing water.

Every forest branch moves differently
in the breeze, but as they sway,
they connect at the roots.

* * * * *
Essence is emptiness.
Everything else, accidental.

Emptiness brings peace to your loving.
Everything else, disease.

In this world of trickery emptiness
is what your soul wants.

* * * *
This is how i would die
into the love i have for you:

as pieces of cloud
dissolve in sunlight.

poems by Jelaluddin Rumi
One of the World's greatest Mystic Poets
born in the Persian Empire (1207-73)

photo by Gergana

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poems by Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926)
from The Book Of Hours - Love Poems To God

* * * *
All who seek you
test you.
And those who find you
bind you into image and gesture.

I would rather sense you
as the earth senses you.
In my ripening
ripens
what you are.

I need from you no tricks
to prove you exist.
Time, I know,
is other than you.

No miracles please.
Just let your laws
become clearer
from generation to generation.

* * * * *
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimply hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like aflame
and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country the call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand.

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* * * *
Don't leave your soul waiting
when she wants to walk in God's garden.
She longs for your company
like a virgin maiden in love.
A wild child, she wants to play hooky.
Take your harp and play
when she sings songs of happiness.
Feed her wild sweet strawberries,
and pour ancient wine in her thirsty lips.

The care you'll give
is worth everything in this life.
After all, your soul is the only lover you'll ever have,
who will stay faithful
even after you've cheated a million times.

poem and photo by Gergana

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March 25, 2008
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my voice is not of me.
not of me,
nor anything worldly at all.
it belongs to the Winds.
They have come from Above
where Being alone is singing.
what have i done to deserve this honor?
am i a flute, or a single silver string
of a giant harp?
am i an open window,
or a bird that sings in every language ever spoken?
my body has short legs and small feet,
and yet,
i have traveled to the farthest hidden planets.

i sing to eat,
i sing to see,
i sing to sleep
i sing to pray
i sing to Him.

and when a song rains down through me,
no words could tell what comes to life within.
no song titles
nor legendary stories
of great performances.
like in a late summer afternoon
when the storms arrive unnoticed
and all that is written and planned
gets washed away to the utmost corners of my mind.

i will stay under a tree tonight.
i will say nothing..i will think nothing.
just a sip of water and a ripe strawberry
to cushion the wait.

maybe if a forget a complaint
it will rain once more?

this voice is not of me.
not of me, nor anything worldly at all.

Gergana

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Comment by meghan on February 14, 2009 at 11:13pm: Living Within the Vortex
(a poem written during our second IPG, in August of 2008)

It began before my earthly memories, with the whistling of leaves, a gentle breeze that rippled through the Tree of Life, calling my soul, making me a child of this movement, a child of this wind.

I heard the Nightingale’s call and my soul sang, and its answer led me to love that gentle breeze and the goose bumps on my skin as the winds of change skimmed across my skin, and caught my soul, mi alma contestó (my soul answered).

And now, the winds shape my life like a beautiful sand sculpture or a cypress tree gracefully guided into an unbelievable position on a hillside.

I have embraced the winds.
I am not alone.
I am one of many, and our numbers grow.
Our light grows stronger as the winds blow harder.
Unlike candles, when these winds blow, instead of our flames extinguishing, they shine, brilliantly.

I have walked willingly into this vortex, and made it my home.
This vortex of winds offers me comfort.
It shapes the pattern of my life.

Its strength sweeps me into its all-embracing gusts.
It draws me to new souls.
It blows knowledge, service, love, and wisdom into our souls, and we reach out to more.
Our circle grows… and the winds grow stronger.
We, in this vortex, we, the people of the wind and light, go forward, march bravely within this vortex.

It has caught us.
It has swept us up, as it is destined to enrapture and embrace others.
This vortex of love and faith, this vortex of new life- we offer it thanks.
We live within it, this is our balance.

I pray I shall always live within this vortex, a person of the winds’ cycles.
The balance of this vortex shall be my guide for now, and the winds, and the Nightingale’s call above the winds will guide me through this life… and the next.

Comment by Elahe on February 4, 2009 at 10:51am: Don't leave your soul waiting...Is soooo beautiful! Needed to read that this morning...thank you again...I hope you don't mind if I share this with friends?

Comment by Elahe on November 22, 2008 at 1:38pm: Rumi:

One, One, One

The lamps are different,
But the Light is the same.
So many garish lamps in the dying brain’s lamp-shop,
Forget about them.
Concentrate on the essence, concentrate on the Light.
In lucid bliss, calmly smoking off its own holy fire,
The Light streams towards you from all things,
All people, all possible permutations of good, evil, thought, passion.

The lamps are different.
But the lamp is the same.
One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-mind,
Endlessly emanating all things.

One turning and burning diamond,
One, one, one.
Ground yourself, strip yourself down,
To blind loving silence.

Stay there, until you see
You are gazing at the Light
With its own ageless eyes.