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4:39 AM-1/20/20
https://highexistence.com/carl-jung-on-why-we-must-never-pass-judgment-when-we-desire-to-help/
SIMPLY HAPPEN
ARISING OUT OF THE NO/WHERE-NOW/HERE MOMENT
OF FERTILE, INVISIBLE EMPTINESS
THE GREAT SILENCE PRECEDING VOICE PRESIDES
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3:01 AM-1/21/20
you are drunk
and i'm intoxicated
no one is around
showing us the way home
again and again
i told you
drink less
a cup or two
no one is sober
one is worse than the other
one is frenzied and
the other gone mad
come on my friend
step into the tavern of ruins
taste the sweetness of life
in the company of another friend
at every corner
someone intoxicated
and the cup-bearer
makes her rounds
a drunkard came to me
someone whose glance
uncovered a hundred
houses in paradise
rocking and rolling
he was a sail
with no anchor but
he was the envy of all those sober ones
remaining on the shore
he smiled in mockery and said
one half from the east
one half from the west
one half made of water and earth
one half made of heart and soul
one half staying at the shores and
one half nesting in a pearl
take me as your friend
i am your next of kin
he said i recognize no kin
among strangers
i left my belongings and
entered this tavern
i only have a chest
full of words
but can't utter
a single one
Ghazal 2309
Translated by Nader Khalili
Rumi, Fountain of Fire
http://nomindsland.blogspot.com/2020/01/rumi-drunk.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+NoMindsLand+%28No+Mind%27s+Land%29
AFTERNOON
... I myself, I require a more direct revelation,
not one that must come through so many minds
before it reaches mine.
I must have faith that I can see and hear,
that I can feel without thinking, or even trying to put into words.
It's not for anyone else, it's personal...
It is a different world and I am a different self.
I feel relieved of a responsibility that cannot be defined.
I am released from pressure, my mind is free.
Yet, would I not feel a lack of balance if I lived alone all the time?
Harlan Hubbard
1900-1988
from his journal, 1959
who lived a very simple life riding the Missouri and Mississippi
Rivers with his wife Anna in a shanty boat, eventually
settling down in Kentucky.
With thanks to The Beauty We Love
do not agree with your direct experience,
trust your experience.
Prefer the truth of your experience
to your dearest delusions...
Mystic Meandering
https://mysticmeandering.blogspot.com/2020/01/a-different-world-harlan-hubbard.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+MysticMeandering+%28Mystic+Meandering%29
so is the mind serene when free of thought,
when it is passive and fully receptive.
When absolutely motionless,
it dissolves and only Reality remains.
Ramesh S. Balsakar
The Net of Jewels
January 25