That Which we are Seeking


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Love, why do I not recognize you everywhere?
In everyone, because that’s where you are
Is it not, Beloved that I search outside myself to find
Wildfire in the forest, stain of soul in matter

I have loved you without knowing I did
All the time, all the while, I’ve been searching
Trying to build myself up into something
Seeking some semblance of security

But I have duped myself, sought you in the
Wrong mediums, forgotten your signature, your form
The rancorous unity is celebrating everywhere
But I don’t hear it, I only walk in my own shadow

But it isn’t enough, I’m a global spark
Born to celebrate the splendour that is our love
Creation everywhere, life’s miracle pride

Our love to be alive, it’s palpable, not indifferent
The signals before I love you, the signals
Of the universe to all loving things, it’s natural
I knew all the rooms of existence, before I understood

Psalms of the Organic source #quote #refuges


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Psalm of Souls

The spirit is a beacon
And the righteous run to it and are safe
Among those whose faith is pure
How fine their company
Trusting in what is sure

The universe becomes a world of understanding
Our path becomes straight
The world strengths and helps us
And our righteousness is reflected
Back unto us, for good deeds multiply

Do not let your hearts be troubled
For in giving peace, peace may you receive
But take heart, even unkind men
Have a glimmer of hope
And nations in strife crave the faith

Benevolent acts are our refuge and our warmth
In giving we become free of our own troubles
Therefore focus on the on high
To make thy will pure with ease
Look upon the mountains and the skies

We were not given a timid spirit
But a spirit captured by the power of love
And the heart of self-discipline
That was born to love all creatures
And do good works unto this world

In bonds of mutual faith, good works become
Doing our spirit’s will and lifelong salvation
It is found in shouts of joy and bearing
Witness to the small victories of others
As if it were our own, how fine the company

Of our sisters and brothers in this place
The fraternity of all souls is my refuge
A community as large or small
As my heart is willing to bear
I preserve life according to words

Words that are my sacred weapons
Words that are my soul’s quality
Words that stream forth in amazement
Words that embrace and answer me
With the kindness of others
And the tenderness of life’s many wonders.

Exile to Bhakti


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Exile to Bhakti

I am mad with love
And the ages will not understand
Why I forsake a normal life
For God, for art, for devotion

And no one will understand
My plight, but maybe Sufis
Those that listen for the Tao
Only the wounded

Can understand the agonies of the wounded
Only the downtrodden
Can feel the fire of the rage
Of the impoverished

The Angels knew this
And that is why I am ever
I am made with love
Not for a person, but people

Not for one people, for all life
Not for a God, a symbol or a saint
But for in the possession
Of love that is a lack

But in the recognition of it
I found love habituated
Every part of the world
All the known planets

And found everything beautiful
And somehow nothing worthy of
Divine love, that is why
People know so little about the universe.

Of these and uncounted hours


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Heart of mine, if all the altars
Of the ages stood before me
Would I devote myself maybe

To a higher cause and have faith
In the sacred ways of nature?
Instead of trying to profit

Against my mortal echoes
With not one hour pure enough
Or one month of sacred work

I am not I guess, great enough then
To love thy spirit with this mortal body
Or this brain too dramatic in the self’s
Lonely worship to remember

Any temple of the sun that lives eternally
Soul of mine, built for cosmic cycles
If my love, in all its portions of sweet service
Would ever learn how to serve thee true

And my whole life long find courage
With small prayers, gentle language
Thou wouldst smile to hear
My small worship, worship of words

The poetry of my bronze music here
And recall that I too loved the inner world
And in a subtle shrine of utter gladness
Found peace below the tranquil stars

And divine nectar to call upon
After the weary day and brutal work
Of living, in the tumult of so much change.

While the living water whispers below the sun


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I can feel the foam
Of the cosmos, glowing
And carving my soul
Love in its gentlest form

Altruism for an ideal
Not for always and forever
But for today, we bow
Before the life-force

Of a billion galaxies
Is the heart of man pure?
Does it matter, he will
Survive if he can align himself

With nature, if woman can
Turn him to righteousness
Behold, all things attain
Their sustainability in balance

The sun is that strong
The light is that wise
Deeds, knowledge, beauty, joy
All come from evolution

It’s not us that thinks, builds, mates
It’s only the measure of
Energy in us, the youth in us

I can feel the foam
Of the universe all around me
All that the morning star
Has scattered, all the folds
Of twilight that never went away

All that the stars leave in their
Bringing together of energy.

The Soul Achieves Herself without effort


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Gradual is our relationship
with the grace behind nature
another spectral October Fall
how the wizard sun confines

and the flamingo sunsets wave goodbye
the fires ebb, the flowers cease
their sport, the stars wink
at snowflakes on their fall

to carpet a sparkling web
sapphire moments drift by
at dusk in the cities
there is a soft glimmer

in the streets, it is cold outside
as we bow one by one into
our brief solitude, with visions
to guide us for the labours of tomorrow

paralyzed by the savings of gold
or the lack of savings in our bank accounts
the wisdom of life is a brief release
the details we once scrutinized

no longer seem so important after all
to live a good life, means different things
at separate points in our story
and nothing in the end intoxicates

like the God neurochemical
call it what you will, the spirit
lives on after all these subplots
the search for a diviner brand

of metaphysics, philosophy, utopia
until there are no visitors to our soul
but a diviner truth, a more united feeling
gradual is our relationship
with what’s beyond the scope of years.

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rising into silence


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i came upon God accidentally
like learning a new language
upon connection, i came

into the unknown and stayed
without knowing, rising
beyond the science of silence
i did not know where

the door was to leave or enter
this brilliant house
it’s a perfect realm of calm

and a deepest release into solitude
that is a peace, a stunned
and stammering quietude
i was given a narrow way

to enter fields of light
rising beyond all science
i carried my evolution

for inside the confines of experience
until I was dazed and liberated
revealing my own intimacy with God
in splendor of my five senses

my mind found a potter’s home
a carpentry of my soul’s workshop
to work with my hands

for something divine
and know creation intimately
like a poet who never sleeps
holiness is not a place or a person

it is a language, the unity
behind all thought, all will, all hope
this is knowledge, by unknowing

and solace, without fighting
this is a blazing height of all remedies
when knowing and doing is insufficient
and feeling surrenders in the dark

to the most holy Being and freedom
which can only be translated into
ecstatic feeling, that is God to me.

I Am Made to Bow


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I affirm what Divinity affirms
What does God affirm?
So if you cannot negate
What God negates, how

Do you suppose to commune with her?
She knows that I am a member
Of ignorance-society, so she smiles
And ask me to have a sense of

Humour, I precede to fill my days
With signs of gratitude
For a Lord Supreme, nature
In the silence of earth-necessity

I affirm what evolution allows
Secretly, her powers of heaven-necessity
Immediately, faultlessly, working
Through me, as a Man who

Unknowingly crawls towards God
But women, breathlessly bow to Delight
Knowing divinity more intimately,
If I affirm those who empower nature

I must learn to serve women better.
My Beloved Supreme who
Teaches me how to give, not from capacity
But from striving to emulate her perfection.

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Miracles Worth Living


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Self-imprisonment began
The first day I escaped reality
Purity was my comfort

God was my last resort
I thought He would make
Some room for me

To stay in the Universe
As in his Heart
As long as I wanted to

I felt the Oneness of everything
A love that required
No explanation, peace

That needed no interpretation
Innocence, bliss, simplicity
Like a meditation to last

For lifetimes and eternities
Maybe, I became a sleepless
Dreamer, of God-Dreams

In my sutra, mantras, poems
With orphan-tears, maybe
Only God knows who I am

Only miracles of loving
Miracles of forgiving humanity
For the evolution of so much
Inequality, civil-war, pollution, vanity.

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Treatise on Surrender to the Future


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My Beloved,
I came into the world
With empty hands,
Unaware of what treasures

I might find here –
I cam from God
The Eternal Dreamer
Ready to know my Immortal Lover

She was the happiness-gift
Of a devotion I valued most
She was the bliss-spark
Of a surrender I happened upon

Naturally, as naturally
As I was born to live and die –
My Beloved,
My minds wants to invent

A new God, with pretty new doctrines
But my heart wants to discover
Something eternal, untarnished
By bloody histories, civil unrest

My dear Nature,
Please warm me before
Evolution finds my kind extinct
My gratitude-heart,

Can only bare so much
And I feel your heart
Even in the carelessness of all
We have done, all we do

The miracle of my chase with God
Can only end in the realization
Of your secret wishes
In my descendants.

A Treatise on Ramakrishna


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The Universal is the goal of all men
They do not know it, though some
Have a sense of it behind
Their universal suffering leads them –

God is of course in all creatures
But all men are not Universal
That is why we suffer so
If you desire to be pure

Find the way to the ultimate surrender
God can be realized through all paths
All religions are true, the roof of the spirit
Is all the same, by any stairs

Stone stairs, wood stairs, bamboo!
Many good sayings are found in holy books
But the Universal belongs to the youth
Pray to the Universal that attachment
To transitory things diminishes
For true comfort is a spiritual condition.

Alive We are But Vessels


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So, I will bend down with my soul
So, I will lay my face in the dust
So, I will find humility after brilliant failures
The songs of living will go on muffled

In my deviant will, my devious heart
I’ve had twenty-thousand desires
To err like this, to say that only few
Things matter, to say that the majority of moments

Will go forgotten, laughed upon, utterly accepted
So, I will bend my will to the nature in me
So, I will love what I was meant & made to love
So, I will find listening in times of bareness

And my life’s precious hours will disappear
Like all hours have fled before me
So, this is it and I am just one
So, the street-dogs will repeat what I have said.

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Travelers like Rumi


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O traveler, if you are in search
Of that which brings bliss
Experience will bring you not to the soul

But mirror neurons grasp like gems
The glistening of energy
pure and simple, listen for the voice

that brought you here, to this world
don’t look outside, look inside –
look inside every face to feel it

look in every country to discover it –
the soul of nations, the art of history
the springtime of the spirit

Is not for lovers, but for lovers of God
that sea which is full of pearls
those stars that are stones of light

like rubies, where the soul is whole
in emptiness and simplicity
O traveler, if you are in search

for that which is the home of unity –
drink water, as the first salt
and kiss your wife, as the setting sun

the proclamation of heaven comes in many forms
do not be afraid to lose anything
when everything can be gained

at the lips and horizons of your soul
it is a fountain made of tender transparency
a soul-force whose cry echoes in all creatures.

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The Last Flight


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The bhakti path never ends
Its tenderness watches over you
The ego disappears in surrender
Like it always has, immersed in the other

The mystical ‘other’ who is always there
In a universe of leaping up to
Divine water, ethereal light
The joy of looking for the Beloved
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In common matter, the fish of time
I know you are ready for the last flight
The spectacle of the world was difficult to find
The Swan will fly away all alone

Back into the Divine, when our life
Span is complete, who shall know
If we are any wiser, any more tender?
The messengers of fate will say

What they will say, and we shall go
According to our doing, our attributes
We are disciples of nature, god, evolution
Who are we to say if we are united or estranged
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The bhakti path never ends
It stretches on into lifetimes in various forms
Who are we to hope for birth or enlightenment
The Beloved steers us where we are meant to go.

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I Would Follow Thee


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Take me with you, this morning
I’m will to be a beginner again
To learn from you, to subtly
Be the moisture of the dew
On your feet, tread me with

I want to hear your voice
And your wispy thoughts
Caress the day, like golden-white light
Allow me to, look from your gaze
I want to know the pure heart

The dancing lotus of time, the spark
Beyond instruments, the childlike wonder
Take me with you, this morning
Teach me your inner solitude
That I might penetrate God in everyone

Take me with you, make me into a bird
Who circles high to regard your head
As my master, lover, the friend
Of my every beating wing, every breath
Take me with you, this morning
Into your living spirituality of health.

The Last Bhajan


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My Beloved dwells in my heart
She is touching me right now
As we speak, I can feel her
Eyelashes on my soul, blinking
Me into a lifelong state of bliss

My Beloved tells me I’m needed
Just the way I am, that I exist
For a purpose, I want to offer her my gifts
All that I am ever am or could be
My Beloved knows my Will

To serve her into Eternity
I have actually seen her Abode of Joy
She offers it to me with her flaming pen
My Beloved dances with me
Between the curtains of morning

From some place far away and distant
She finds me from within
I have no human body, to say
This was real, but I feel her nearly
In every second, she creates

Moments and vibrations in me
My Beloved sets me free
She is touching me right now
It makes tears pour down my cheeks
Her baby eyes watch me with
A terrible power of innocence.

Wuji’s Anthem


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I have so much love
The mystic kind of surreal wishing
For others to evolve
For their soul to burst forth

Before me, dips Eternity
Like the returning Moon
You stamp me with your kindness
I am, forever grateful

I am Wuji, spirit of Immortality
I bless you with the Eternal’s wedding
In your little heart
I bank the Gods, I converse with angels

I have so much love to give
You and I are the Term between
Self and unity, self and other
But what is the self, but a kindness to others?

Dissolve the separation between us
That is what I was born to do
You stamp me with this knowledge
I am, forever in your debt
I am Wuji, golden Nightingale

I am Wuji, boundless song
I have so much to say to you
Invisible is the spirit between us
Yet all-pervasive with a sweet Bliss.

Like a Mother of Fasting


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Close your mouth to bread
Open your heart to water
Acquire a delight without purpose
In you thrives majestic Silver

Look into the gentle faces
Ignore the sugars and soldiers
Take the wheat of the spirit
And play it like a harp for harvests

Of feeling, Eden of humanity
For Utopia is not a place or a time
It is a state of being, the green-gold mines
Of living, fasting and moistening

Giving without bartering
Finding freedom without grasping
Close your eyes to discord
Seek out intoxicated signs of harmony.

With the Language of the Birds


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There is an order of love
That knows no boundaries
It’s the serving that affirms existence

It’s being out of the senses
With gratitude, conversing with compassion
Where devotion is sustenance

And the Beloved is formless, and thus
Present at all peculiar times
The sagest source of moments

I’m half heart, and spirit
I’m half clay, and water
I met the Beloved last night

In an open field of dream
I was told to live like a drunken gypsy
That my true income was measured in Bliss

So I wobbled left and bobbled right
Not knowing how to do it
Until I let myself go a little mad
To live among strangers & lovers.