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nichi

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Re: Saints & Mystics
« Reply #180 on: April 10, 2008, 04:10:11 PM »
No matter what plans you make,
no matter what you acquire,
the thief will enter from the unguarded side.
Be occupied, then, with what you really value
and let the thief take something less.


~Rumi



Mathnawi II:1505-1507
Version by Camille and Kabir Helminski
"Rumi: Daylight"
Threshold Books, 1994

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Re: Saints & Mystics
« Reply #181 on: April 12, 2008, 09:57:20 AM »
My dear!
You haven't the feet
for this path --
why struggle?
You've no idea where
the idol's to be found --
what's all this
mystic chat?
What can be done
with quarrelsome
fellow travelers,
boastful
marketplace
morons?
If you were really a lover
you'd see that faith and infidelity
are one...
Oh, what's the use?
nit-picking
about such things
is a hobby for
numb brains.
You are pure spirit
but imagine yourself a corpse!
pure water which thinks
it's the pot!
Everything you want
must be searched for --
except the Friend.
If you don't find Him
you'll never
be able
to start
to even
look.
Yes,
you can be sure:
You are not Him --
unless
you can remove yourself
from between
yourself
and Him --
in which case
you
are
Him.

~Hakim Sanai
11th Century Afghanistan




Not much is known about Hakim Sanai, often just called Sanai or Sanai of Ghazna. Sanai is one of the earlier Sufi poets. He was born in the province of Ghazna in southern Afghanistan in the middle of the 11th century and probably died around 1150.

Rumi acknowledged Sanai and Attar as his two primary inspirations, saying, "Attar is the soul and Sanai its two eyes, I came after Sanai and Attar."

Sanai was originally a court poet who was engaged in writing praises for the Sultan of Ghazna.

The story is told of how the Sultan decided to lead a military attack against neighboring India and Sanai, as a court poet, was summoned to join the expedition to record the Sultan's exploits. As Sanai was making his way to the court, he passed an enclosed garden frequented by a notorious drunk named Lai Khur.

As Sanai was passing by, he heard Lai Khur loudly proclaim a toast to the blindness of the Sultan for greedily choosing to attack India, when there was so much beauty in Ghazna. Sanai was shocked and stopped. Lai Khur then proposed a toast to the blindness of the famous young poet Sanai who, with his gifts of insight and expression, couldn't see the pointlessness of his existence as a poet praising such a foolish Sultan.

These words were like an earthquake to Hakim Sanai, because he knew they were true. He abandoned his life as a pampered court poet, even declining marriage to the Sultan's own sister, and began to study with a Sufi master named Yusef Hamdani.

Sanai soon went on pilgrimage to Mecca. When he returned, he composed his Hadiqatu'l Haqiqat or The Walled Garden of Truth. There was a double meaning in this title for, in Persian, the word for a walled garden is the same word for paradise, but it was also from within a walled garden that Lai Khur uttered the harsh truths that set Hakim Sanai on the path of wisdom. ~Ivan Granger
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Re: Saints & Mystics
« Reply #182 on: April 24, 2008, 08:14:41 AM »
Grief settles thick in the throat
and lungs: thousands of sorrows

being suffered, clouds of cruelty,
all somehow from love. Wail and be

thirsty for your own blood. Climb
to the execution place. It is time.

The Nile flows red: the Nile flows
pure. Dry thorns and aloe wood are

the same until fire touches. A
warrior and a mean coward stand here

similar until arrows rain. Warriors
love battle. A subtle lion with

strategy gets the prey to run toward
him, saying Kill me again. Dead

eyes look into living eyes. Don't
try to figure this out. Love's work

looks absurd, but trying to find a
meaning will hide it more. Silence.


-- Ghazal (Ode) 1138
Version by Coleman Barks
"The Soul of Rumi"


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Re: Saints & Mystics
« Reply #183 on: April 26, 2008, 12:16:27 AM »
All day I think about it.
Where did I come from, and what am I
supposed to be be doing? I have no idea...
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that...
and I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness began in some tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile... I'm like a bird
from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off...
But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes?
What is the soul? I can't stop asking...
If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break
out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord,
and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
This poetry... I never know what I am going to say.
I don't plan it. When I am outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all...

Rumi
version Coleman Barks

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The One Who Is Real Is Humble
« Reply #184 on: April 27, 2008, 08:24:57 PM »
To be real on this path you must be humble--
If you look down at others you'll get pushed down the stairs.

If your heart goes around on high, you fly far from this path.
There's no use hiding it--
What's inside always leaks outside.

Even the one with the long white beard, the one who looks so wise--
If he breaks a single heart, why bother going to Mecca?
If he has no compassion, what's the point?

My heart is the throne of the Beloved,
the Beloved the heart's destiny:
Whoever breaks another's heart will find no homecoming
in this world or any other.

The ones who know say very little
while the beasts are always speaking volumes;
One word is enough for one who knows.

If there is any meaning in the holy books, it is this:
Whatever is good for you, grant it to others too--

Whoever comes to this earth migrates back;
Whoever drinks the wine of love
understands what I say--

Yunus, don't look down at the world in scorn--

Keep your eyes fixed on your Beloved's face,
then you will not see the bridge
on Judgment Day.

~Yunus Emre
13th Century Turkey

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Re: The One Who Is Real Is Humble
« Reply #185 on: April 28, 2008, 01:40:06 AM »
To be real on this path you must be humble--
If you look down at others you'll get pushed down the stairs.

If your heart goes around on high, you fly far from this path.
There's no use hiding it--
What's inside always leaks outside.

Even the one with the long white beard, the one who looks so wise--
If he breaks a single heart, why bother going to Mecca?
If he has no compassion, what's the point?

My heart is the throne of the Beloved,
the Beloved the heart's destiny:
Whoever breaks another's heart will find no homecoming
in this world or any other.

The ones who know say very little
while the beasts are always speaking volumes;
One word is enough for one who knows.

If there is any meaning in the holy books, it is this:
Whatever is good for you, grant it to others too--

Whoever comes to this earth migrates back;
Whoever drinks the wine of love
understands what I say--

Yunus, don't look down at the world in scorn--

Keep your eyes fixed on your Beloved's face,
then you will not see the bridge
on Judgment Day.

~Yunus Emre
13th Century Turkey


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Re: Saints & Mystics
« Reply #186 on: May 27, 2008, 01:37:09 PM »
More Range

We're friends with one who kills us,
who gives us to the ocean waves. We

love this death. Only ignorance says,
Put it off a while, day after tomorrow.

Don't avoid the knife. This friend
only seems fierce, bringing your soul

more range, perching your falcon on a
cliff of the wind. Jesus on his cross,

Hallaj on his - those absurd killings
hold a secret. Cautious cynics know

what they're doing with every moment and why.
Submit to love without thinking, as

the sun this morning rose recklessly
extinguishing our star-candle minds.



-- Version by Coleman Barks
"The Soul of Rumi"
HarperSanFrancisco, 2001

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Re: Saints & Mystics
« Reply #187 on: May 29, 2008, 05:38:32 PM »
You must accept those who surrender to you


If the Ganga flows to the ocean
and the ocean turns her away,
tell me, O Vitthal,
who would hear her complaint?

Can the river reject its fish?
Can the mother spurn her child?

Jan says,
Lord,
you must accept those
who surrender to you.


~Janabai~
13th Century India

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Re: Saints & Mystics
« Reply #188 on: June 06, 2008, 12:05:26 AM »
That Angel Talked Like A Sailor


What part of heaven did she come from?
That angel talked like a sailor
and she was dressed
enchantingly
scant.

I can't even repeat the things she said
or picture once more the shape of her breasts.

Though I know one thing:
My fear of dying has
vanished.


~Tukaram per Daniel Ladinsky~

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No One Was Cracking the Koans
« Reply #189 on: June 06, 2008, 12:14:31 AM »
NO ONE WAS CRACKING THE KOANS


No one was cracking the koans
He had tattooed
everywhere.

So God changed His tactics---He developed a sweet tooth
and started chatting
about love.

He knew that really would not work and sure enough things got
worse---for a fine rebellious bunch we are.

This time people started stockpiling nukes,
and lawsuits plagued the land, and smog put a full nelson
on our lungs,

and T.V. hijacked brains, which caused millions to
vote Republican---
wow---

and all because we couldn't
bust a couple
koans.


~Daniel Ladinsky~
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Re: Saints & Mystics
« Reply #190 on: June 08, 2008, 09:29:58 PM »
nice one

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Re: Saints & Mystics
« Reply #191 on: June 12, 2008, 01:16:27 AM »
"Everyone Outdoors Talking"     
     

First day of spring,
beginning a whole year of spring!
Everyone outdoors talking.

Rose to narcissus:
"Have you seen that ugly raven's face?"
"No, he has no interest in us."
"That's good news!"

Pomegranate asks the apple tree for a peach.
"All you loafers down at that end of the orchard, you're
always wanting peaches."
"You got to have a soul like Jesus
to be handed a peach!"

Inside this ordinary banter
come messages from the source,
from absolute absence.

The plants stretch new wings
in the sun. Cloud and fog burn off.
"Bless your heart."
"That's enough."

Sun moves into Aries, permanently!
"Come see me."
"I will. I'd like that. But I can't leave this."

Ground soaked, sky full of candles.
Visions of fire and water alternating.
Drag your feet off the boat.
Look at him standing there.

I used to have mountain
ranges inside my chest. Now it's smooth plain.

Grief lives between the cat paws.
You can say eek-eek or gehk-gohk,
but there's no way to escape.

Throw this cloth-making equipment into the fire,
the alphabet spindle that's stuck in your throat,
the cleft stick of your neck wrapped with thread.


              Rumi, Ghazal (Ode) 1298
              Version by Coleman Barks, with Nevit Ergin
              "The Glance"
              Viking-Penguin, 1999

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Re: Saints & Mystics
« Reply #192 on: June 20, 2008, 11:52:24 PM »
The Candle Flame

He gave me heaven and earth, and assumed I'd be satisfied,
Actually I was too embarrassed to argue.

The spiritual seekers are tired, two or three at each stage of the path.
The rest who have given up never knew your address at all.

There are so many in this gathering who wish the candle well.
But if the being of the candle is melting, what can the sorrow-sharers do?

 
Mirza Ghalib
19th Century India
Sufi
 

Lightning Should Have Fallen on Ghalib, by Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib / Translated by Robert Bly

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Re: Saints & Mystics
« Reply #193 on: July 05, 2008, 12:49:51 AM »
Now No Trace Remains

I thought that in this whole world
     no beloved for me remained.

Then I left myself.
     Now no stranger in the world remains.

I used to see in every object a thorn
     but never a rose--

the universe became a rose garden.
     Not a single thorn remains.

Day and night my heart
     was moaning "Ahhh!"

I don't know how it happened--
     now no "Ahhh" remains.

Duality went, Unity came.
     I met with the Friend in private;

The multitude left, the One came.
     Only the One remains.

Religion, piety, custom, reputation--
     these used to matter greatly to me.

O Niyazi -- what has happened to you?
     No trace of religion now remains.

Niyazi Misri
17th Century Turkey

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Re: Saints & Mystics
« Reply #194 on: July 25, 2008, 12:01:35 AM »
Raga Dhanashri

The body is God,
the body is the temple,
the body is the worshiper,
the body is the sacred shrine.
The body is the incense,
the lamp, the sacred offerings;
it is the body I worship
with broken petals.

After searching
all the world,
it was in the body
I found all the treasure
of the world.
Nothing is born,
nothing dies --
such is Ram's light.

What is contained
in the universe
is also contained
in the body:
whatever you seek,
you shall find.
Pipa says, He is Primal Matter;
the true guru will show this.

Pipa
15th Century India

 

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