- Another to Touch the Rhine
Here's a little something to try to break through the cacophony of the world's despair and once again resume the task of loving all humanity with each our own truest soul. This post is put together like a giant prayer for the One Human Heart.
Many a poet was born after his death,
Opened our eyes when his own were closed,
And journeyed forth again from nothingness,
Like roses blossoming o'er the earth of his grave.
Sunrise on Nanga Parbat at Fairy Meadows, Pakistan
Meister Eckhart (1260-1328) a monk and a scholar who said February 1327 that he had always believed God was as God said He was --Indivisible.
When were you last really happy?
Let that experience ferment,
bring it to mind once in awhile...
Echart poetry beginning with his: JERUSALEM
A hand in my soul can reach out and touch Jerusalem
as my other hand tastes the beauty of the Rhine...
The hills, valleys, beasts, vineyards and sacred meadows...shall pass and ASCEND...
for all crowds the soul but the infinite.
ASCENDERS to God we are.*
Look though how we enrich this planet with our melting organic shadows...
What a womb God has...to have given birth to all you can imagine,
And all you cannot conceive. All language has taken an oath to fail to describe Him; Any attempt to do so is the height of arrogance and will always declare some kind of war: the inner ones and the outer. The awakened heart is like a luminous sphere...
When we cannot be who we are our divine senses become mute,
mute and sick from the insanity of judging what He made Immaculate.
We are a swimming galaxy tonight.
Angels prowl around us hoping we will toss them a fresh piece of light --
Here dears, here, our sacks are full.
Universes rent space from us and oceans are drawn from our well. How can that be?
For we can touch Jerusalem while our other hand tastes the beauty of the Rhine..
THE SPIRIT'S HANDS
They can be a great help -- words.
They can become the spirit's hands
giving life and caressing you.
HOW THEN CAN WE ARGUE?
Humbly I asked an ant: "Have you ever been to Paris?"
And he replied, "No, but I wouldn't mind going."
And then he asked me if I had ever been to a famous ant city.
I said, "I wouldn't mind, too!"
I concluded: There is life of which we do not know.
What percent of space is this earth in the infinite realm?
What percent of time is one second in eternity?
Less than that is our knowledge of God. How then can we ever argue about Him?
A crescent moon is seen behind the King Hussein Bin Talal Mosque in Amman, Jordan on August 23, 2009, during Ramadan.
ST. THOMAS AQUINAS (1225-1274): From ON BEHALF OF LOVE
God said, "As exquisite as is your world, most everyone in it is spiritually young.
Spirituality is love, and love never wars with the minute, the day,
one's self and others. Love would rather die than maim a limb, a wing.
Dear, anything that divides people from people,
earth from sky, light and dark, one religion from another...
Oh, I best keep silent, I see a child just entered the room."
Our hearts irrigate this earth...we are fields before each other...
How can we live in harmony? First we need to know we are all madly in love with the same God.
For behind all imperialism is ultimately the imperialistic individual, just as behind all peace is ultimately the peaceful individual. Irving Babbitt
Ending with the following from ALLAMA IQBAL's last Urdu Poem in Translation:
THE HUMAN BEING: Nothing may stay hidden for this universe is made of light...
Where lies the limit of my unending adventures?
Peace cannot be achieved through violence, it can only be attained through understanding. Ralph Waldo Emerson
For The Republic of Rumi - which daily lives out understanding
Dedication: the common visions of Rumi, Allama Iqbal, and Khurram Ali Shafique Sahib
* Crescent moon in evening light over Ragged Peak, Yosemite National Park, California
(from Blogger's favorite set of mountains as a child)