Sensible Advice Women Taught Me

 

You start dying slowly,

If you forget how to empathize

If you don’t practice compassion,

Don’t cherish friendship,

If you forget what gratitude is,

 

You start dying slowly when you kill

Your love of adventure, your wish for experience

Growth, authenticity, wide-eyed vulnerability

You start dying slowly when you forget your youth

 

How to play, let go, and celebrate

You start dying as you forget romance

Walking everyday the same path

Keeping to yourself, wearing the same thoughts

 

You die slowly if you forget to mediate, appreciate

Socialize, help others, feel passionate about others

Empower, mentor, support, idealize

If you don’t stand for something you believe in

 

If you do not go after a dream

Of living for something completely

How can you even say you have lived?

 

If you do not allow yourself room for failure

At least a million times in your lifetime

Don’t pretend you have lived, don’t even try

 

Because compassion, gratitude, empathy and forgiveness

Is what makes us human, sweet hearted and sentient.

 

 

Ovation of Ecstasy #Sufism #Mysticism

Ovation of Ecstasy

i

I want my whole life to be a prayer
Even after all this time
Of forgetfulness
Something in me meditates
With white-fire for soul-eyes

An awake heart is like
A sky that pours light
And that’s my mantra
I secretly try to give something
To each person that I meet

ii

Like a hidden clause
Ready to burst out
In times of adversity
From every angle of darkness
I accept my humanity

With beautiful dimensions of trust
The spirit can be a lonely place
Remembering God, quenching
So much freedom
All a sane man ever cares about

iii

Is giving Love
It takes a lifetime to accomplish
Properly, as citizen, partner, friendly stranger
If I could just
Start seeing everything as God

I’d have a secret
For the rest of my days
And through the eyes of angels
I’d be amazed
Not for the God of names

Or the God of don’ts
But the feeling of silence
And playfulness
“Come Dance with Me”
My mystical partner would sing.

Ode to Meditation (The Good Darkness)

This is where you are asked
To collection your mind’s fragments
Into a quiet pool around silence
Bit by bit let go of grasping

Thought without possession
Attains quantum emptiness
Perched, and perished, hidden
Beneath Paradise, minutes of fresh prey

Where you will not exist
Darting below Creation’s wheel
A hooded comet, God’s pastime
Where no tongue will tell your secret

And no observer clouds your way
It’s a gift to the ear, to make time stop
Even for an instant, resets the brain
The good darkness, deepen it

A candled moth, without half-light
Nigh journey coming closer to God
No poison of desire, no tumult of attachment
No self, no trace of following

Only the listening beyond time and space
Step beyond, be, become, die
Before Rumi, Attar or Sanai
Erase memory to upload nothing.

WHOEVER MEDITATES

i

If a person is awake, freedom is their comfort
Awareness a bed to lay upon like
Immortality, a condition of their Spirit
In unity with all aspects of creation

ii

The wise delight in knowing
Not by virtue of information
But by merit of understanding
Like happiness that is shared

iii

Like a love that is all-embracing
Without a sense of exclusivity
Or a precise method of combining energies
Awareness is the fresh perspective
On the old problems of living…

iv

Sadness, is an inertia of awareness
Caution, is a restricted ability to act aware
Awake among the sleepy
Free from the sadness viewing the
Sad crowds below, free from their restlessness.

Treatise on Oneness

Today
I am quietly choosing God’s light
The sunlit path is meant

To illumine me of myself
On meditation-wings
To carry down my own

Heart’s unrelenting purity
Today
God’s forgiveness finds me

No matter where I am
God’s compassion takes me
Where I ought to go

Into your arms, into your mind
With your creativity bright!
Today

I think upon Goddess-power
Her lovely eyes of
Infinity’s satisfaction-smile

She cannot afford to be
As careless with my life
As I am

Today
The new quantum-reality
Is teaching me how to surrender

To its Vision-Light
To its reaches of Supermind
My soul representing

Goddess the Beauty
On earth, with a peace that
Requires no interpretation

And a hope to love the Earth
That needs no explanation
It just is.

Meditation exists at the frontiers of experience

You are not your mind
You do not belong to your body
Move in freedom and do that
Which brings you total freedom

Each moment give in to the new
Drop the past, the anxiety
That accumulate with restriction
Unlearn the past, so that you may

Learn to die in living a bit further
You are not your mind
You do not belong to your body
You are a soul totally alive

Throbbing, pulsating, streaming
A quantum intelligence beyond
The brain, society, species, of your experience
You are a spiritual organ in a network

Let your ambitions and attachments go
For power, prestige, desire, money
Will not lead you to the pure freedom
Meditation exists when you listen to silence.

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Buddhist Untitled Engima

Look, look, look – far ends to tired days
That all days were tiring and half-endured
I recommend this abstinence from pain

A praise of purity, in expressions
Of the most lucid meditation
Look, look, look – at the flavor

Of all the Beloved guests, which banquet
With spice & wine, through time
Till my small Library of experience

Is full, full, full – far ends to newer days
That required a wilderness of eyes
And holidays of the happy heart

To stay awake and keep on living
Though at times there were no kinsmen dear
To satisfy the spirit, or obtain peace

I recommend this abstinence from attachment
A praise of purity, in expression
Of the most transparent meditation

Done with all compasses of hope and art
When thinking is shed for rapture & silence.

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(For We Know Silence Already)

You tell me that silence
Is closer to God, than poetry
Who am I to disagree –
The best words have always been inner
Like empathy, breathless & unsaid
.
You tell me that silence
Is nearer to your heart than your writing
Though you write from a truer
Place than I do, I can feel
The peace in your few aching words
But I can bring your silence
.
It’s built in my calm, my meditation
Before I had a voice, a body, a life
I was a gift of silence, unborn –
You hand my poems back to me
With a slow smile and I retreat
.
Back into the silence of our
Shared understanding, it’s sweeter
There, than before – when all
I was, were poems strewn across the floor.