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#3912 - Thursday, June 3, 2010 - Editor: Gloria Lee The Nonduality Highlights      

The Moor

By R. S. Thomas
(1913 - 2000)

It was like a church to me.
I entered it on soft foot,
Breath held like a cap in the hand.
It was quiet.
What God was there made himself felt,
Not listened to, in clean colours
That brought a moistening of the eye,
In movement of the wind over grass.

There were no prayers said. But stillness
Of the heart's passions -- that was praise
Enough; and the mind's cession
Of its kingdom. I walked on,
Simple and poor, while the air crumbled
And broke on me generously as bread.

 


-- from For Lovers of God Everywhere: Poems of the Christian Mystics, by Roger Housden

 


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CLARITY IS FREEDOM  

I had tea yesterday with a great theologian,
and he asked me,
 

"What is your experience of God's will?"
I liked that question –
for the distillation of thought hones thought in others.
Clarity, I know, is freedom.
 

What is my experience of God's will?  

Everyone is a traveler. 

Most all need lodging, food,
and clothes.
 

I let enter my mouth what will enrich me. 

I wear what
will make my eye content,
I sleep where I will
wake with the
strength to
deeply
love
 
all my mind can
hold.
 

What is God's will for a wing?
Every bird knows
that.
 

~ St. Teresa of Avila ~    

(Love Poems From God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West by Daniel Ladinsky)
  Web version: www.panhala.net/Archive/Clarity.html
 


 

TAVERN HAUNTERS

This tavern is the abode of lovers,
the place where the bird of the soul nests,
this rest house has no existence
in a world that has no form.
The dwellers here are headless and footless,
neither faithful nor infidels,
they have renounced both good and evil.
they are beyond traditions, visions and states,
beyond dreaming of secret rooms, of lights
and miracles.

Mahmud Shabistari

 

 

posted by Tom McFerran

 

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