Tell me a story

He didn't even have to whisper
His words were in my mind
Loving once means
Loving for-ever

He smiled - once, and
My heart, my mind, my body
All of me
Knew - that we again hit the centre

Love song by Rumi

A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself
more than you love me?

The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.

I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.

I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.

I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.

If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.

http://www.allspirit.co.uk/rumi.html

Adyashanti

Adyashanti's name means Primordial Peace
He is surrounded with
Emptiness Dancing,
Awakening and
Secret of Silence

I met him during one dream
where he told me Truth of Being
What you are is never-lost and ever-present non-dual Suchness, I AMness, Awareness, or Emptiness of this and every moment.

Wisdom tree

Wisdom Tree
Reaches me
To teach me
Oneness
Unity
&
Love
Without borders
Without desires
Without attachments
Unconditionally
Free
&
Beautiful

Bruno on Divine Love

'...all love, all one, it feels itself no longer solicited by various objects, which distract it, but is one sole wound, in the which the whole affection concurs and which comes to be one and the same affection. Then there is no love or desire of any particular thing, that can urge, nor even present itself before the will; for there is nothing more straight than the straight, nothing more beautiful than beauty, nothing better than goodness, nothing can be found larger than size, nor anything lighter than that light which with its presence darkens and obliterates all lights.'
www.esotericarchives.com/bruno/

Bruno on Oneness

...by plunging into the depths of the mind, for which there is no great need to open the eyes to the sky, to raise the hands, to direct the steps to the temple, nor sing to the ears of statues in order to be the better heard, but to come into the inner self believing that, God is near, present and within, more fully than man himself, being soul of souls, life of lives, essence of essences: for that which you see above or below, or round about, or however you please to say it, of the stars, are bodies, are created things, similar to this globe on which we are, and in which the divinity is present neither more nor less than he is in this globe of ours or in ourselves.

This is how, then, one must begin to withdraw oneself from the multitude into oneself.

Bruno's alchemy

'...as there is no truth which is not joined or opposed to what is false, so there is no love without fear, ardour, jealousy, rancour, and other passions, which proceed from their opposites, and which disturb us, as the other opposite causes satisfaction. Thus the soul striving to recover its natural beauty seeks to purify itself, to heal itself, and to reform itself, and to this end it uses fire, because, being like gold, mixed with earth and crude, with a certain rigour it tries to liberate itself from defilement, and this result is obtained when the intellect, the real smith of Jove, puts itself to the work and causes an active exercise of the intellectual powers.'

Pankaj (or punk for short)

Today I met a dear friend of mine. The one who is sometimes a darling. Well, he was available today. :-)

His name is Pankaj. In fact I am writing this through his hands...

Yesterday he jumped in the water and I said "The water in Serbia is saltier", and he said "How did you know that I was thinking that the water is so salty?".

This man spends most of his life at his computer grappling with theory. What kind of theory? Oh, theories of everything. But what is most interesting is his theory of the relationship of theory to practice: he says that the difference between theory and practice is that, in theory, there is no difference between theory and practice. :-)

Goodnight!

When the child was a child

'Himmel uber Berlin', Wim Wenders
Song of Childhood by Peter Handke

When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.

When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.

When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything, had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged, took off running, had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.

When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people. does evil really exist?
How can it be that I, who I am, didn’t exist before I came to be, and that, someday, I, who I am, will no longer be who I am?

A simple truth of enlightenment

It is simple

just do not ever
under any circumstances
no matter who or what
is in front
or behind
no matter how soft and inviting
no matter how carefully packed
in the cob-web of illusions
no matter how fresh and inspiring
or carrying or loving
do not
ever
ever
bind yourself

the truth of enlightenment
does not breath under the chains

Tantric Light

We became one body
one aura
growing
immeasurably

We stayed within the light
that melted borders and thoughts
that opened horizont
unknown to the human minds

We became One
and we were not alone
all the sentient beings joined us
in this cosmic dance

We were all One
immersed within the Tantric Light

was it a dream?

we made love for hours
and it was
as it is for the first time or maybe for ever
pure
virginal
exciting
and he said - what a gift!
and I thought - what a gift!
lost within a paradise of senses
falling in love
again
as it is for the first time
or maybe for ever...

Crystal Ball

Crystal Ball within the
Perfection of Maituna
Coming from the Centre
Where breath becomes energy
where Earth receives the seed
Completely Feminine
Completely Still
And Giving
Like entering the center of a flower
Like caressing butterfly wings
Like sensing the eternal perfection of clouds
Like experiencing the gentleness of the spider web

violet

a violet door
took me to a violet room
the air was violet
and the feelings too
I closed my eyes and experienced
complete freedom
that was always there, within me,
I just just didn't notice...