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#4276 - Friday, June 10, 2011 - Editor: Gloria Lee

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If your knowledge of fire has been turned
to certainty by words alone,
then seek to be cooked by the fire itself.
Don't abide in borrowed certainty.
There is no real certainty until you burn;
if you wish for this, sit down in the fire.

                   - Rumi

Version by Camille and Kabir Helminski
"Rumi: Daylight"
posted to Along The Way






by Alan Larus



In the Beginning


Sometimes simplicity rises
like a blossom of fire
from the white silk of your own skin.
You were there in the beginning
you heard the story, you heard the merciless
and tender words telling you where you had to go.
Exile is never easy and the journey
itself leaves a bitter taste. But then,
when you heard that voice, you had to go.
You couldn't sit by the fire, you couldn't live
so close to the live flame of that compassion
you had to go out in the world and make it your own
so you could come back with
that flame in your voice, saying listen...
this warmth, this unbearable light, this fearful love...
It is all here, it is all here.


~ David Whyte ~


(Fire in the Earth)




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Most people derive their identity from their past, which is their thoughts. If
you can derive your identity from consciousness itself, then you've
transcended the personal. If you can live your life in a way that the
transcendent can shine through it, through the personal realm into this world,
then that is the fulfillment of your destiny.

~ Eckhart Tolle



He's that rascally kind of yogi

By Kabir
(15th Century)

English version by Linda Hess and Shukdeo Singh

He's that rascally kind of yogi
who has no sky or earth,
no hand, foot,
form or shape.
Where there's no market
he sets up shop,
weighs things
and keeps the accounts.
No deeds, no creeds,
no yogic powers,
not even a horn or gourd,
so how can he
go begging?

"I know you
and you know me
and I'm inside of you."

When there isn't a trace
of creation or destruction,
what do you meditate on?
That yogi built a house
brimful of Ram.
He has no healing herbs,
his root-of-life
is Ram.

He looks and looks
at the juggler's tricks,
the magician's sleight-of-hand --
Kabir says, saints, he's made it
to the King's land.

-- from The Bijak of Kabir, Translated by Linda Hess / Translated by Shukdeo Singh



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