The moment you accept what troubles you’ve been given, the door will open.
Rumi
Showing posts with label Rumi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rumi. Show all posts
10 December 2019
17 May 2017
18 April 2014
01 November 2013
Taking you higher
We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee;
we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.
we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.
We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat:
our victory and defeat is from thee, O thou whose qualities are comely!
our victory and defeat is from thee, O thou whose qualities are comely!
Who are we, O Thou soul of our souls,
that we should remain in being beside thee?
that we should remain in being beside thee?
We and our existences are really non-existence;
thou art the absolute Being which manifests the perishable.
thou art the absolute Being which manifests the perishable.
We all are lions, but lions on a banner:
because of the wind they are rushing onward from moment to moment.
because of the wind they are rushing onward from moment to moment.
Their onward rush is visible, and the wind is unseen:
may that which is unseen not fail from us!
may that which is unseen not fail from us!
Our wind whereby we are moved and our being are of thy gift;
our whole existence is from thy bringing into being.
our whole existence is from thy bringing into being.
- Rumi
I love this passage,
” We all are lions, but lions on a banner:
because of the wind they are rushing onward from moment to moment.
Their onward rush is visible, and the wind is unseen:
may that which is unseen not fail from us!”
The way I view those words is let everyone plan, dream, move around for God is our Captain. Do not lose contact with your soul for the rush will become a stampede and people will get injured. Have the body listen to the Soul.
Everyone, have a nice day.
11 March 2013
24 November 2012
The am that I am
You can't know your real mind as long as you deceive yourself.
--Bodhidharma
"Know Thyself’ was written on the forecourt of the Temple of Apollo at Delphi. Legend tells that the seven sages of ancient Greece, philosophers, statesmen and law-givers who laid the foundation for western culture, gathered in Delphi to inscribed ‘know thyself’ at the entry to its scared oracle. The adage subsequently became a touch-stone for western philosophers, and extended its reach as the influence of Greek philosophy expanded.
The Greek Philosopher Thales of Miletu (regarded by Aristotle as the first philosopher in the Greek tradition) said that of the most difficult things is to know thyself.
Do you think you know yourself?
“Can one know oneself” wondered the French poetess George Sand. “Is one ever somebody?” “When will I ever see that Am that I Am?” lamented the poet Rumi. Scores of poets and philosophers dedicated their lives to inquiring about the Self, seeking its elusive mysteries, digging deep to unearth that hidden stone without which all construction would be in vain. Some attained remarkable results, attested to by the legacy of their works. Others never found an end to their quest. “I have an inner self of which I was ignorant,” confesses the Bohemian–Austrian poet Rilke in his diary. Despite the passage of millennia, man’s struggles have essentially remained the same: man is, and always has been, a being in search of truth and identity.
--courtesy, the internet
Labels:
Aristotle,
Bodhidharma,
George Sand,
knowledge,
Rumi,
self-awareness,
Thales
15 August 2012
02 May 2011
My sight, my heart, my life. All three words I have woven into one. LOVE
--Rumi
I know I've used this pic quite a few times, but every time I google pics of 'black couples in love', for quoes that I find, pertaining to love, this pic of the President and the First Lady always pops up, and is always the classiest, and most romantic of the bunch. And I have to use it.
--Rumi
I know I've used this pic quite a few times, but every time I google pics of 'black couples in love', for quoes that I find, pertaining to love, this pic of the President and the First Lady always pops up, and is always the classiest, and most romantic of the bunch. And I have to use it.
13 April 2011
28 March 2011
Your task
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it. --Rumi
27 March 2011
24 March 2011
This is love
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.
--Rumi
--Rumi
21 March 2011
08 February 2011
The one thing
If we do everything else but that one thing, we will be lost. And if we do nothing else but that one thing, we will have lived a glorious life. ~ Rumi
I spent a long time agonizing over my one thing, only to discover I've always known what it is. Actually what they are. Second is writing. Before my speech pathologist introduced me to the poetry of Langston Hughes, e.e. cummings, and Gwendolyn Brooks, I had another love, realizing it was such, when I was 6. My grandfather loved to cook. Even after he retired, he cooked at a homeless shelter every day, for free, up until the day he died.. Cooking, to him was as normal as sleeping or breathing. He even passed away while cooking, doing something that brought him happiness.
Growing up, my mother and her sisters never learned to cook, and my earliest memory is of me sitting on a barstool in the kitchen, watching my grandfather cleaning a bucket of chittlin's and frying catfish, and watching his girlfriend bake cakes and pies. My first love was/is cooking. When I was 12, he decided I had the knowledge and skills to make the entire Thanksgiving dinner while he sat on a chair and coached me. It was an intimidating experience, but I pulled it off. He did help me, only minimally. I made turkey and dressing, chittlin's, potato salad, fried chicken, candied yams, collard greens, corn bread, spaghetti, coleslaw, a coconut cake and a couple sweet potato pies- our usual Holiday meal. And I remember watching my mom and sister and uncles and aunts and cousins devour the food. I experience that feeling everytime I cook or bake something for dates, friends or family.
How about you? What is your one thing? Are you doing it and if not, why not?
I spent a long time agonizing over my one thing, only to discover I've always known what it is. Actually what they are. Second is writing. Before my speech pathologist introduced me to the poetry of Langston Hughes, e.e. cummings, and Gwendolyn Brooks, I had another love, realizing it was such, when I was 6. My grandfather loved to cook. Even after he retired, he cooked at a homeless shelter every day, for free, up until the day he died.. Cooking, to him was as normal as sleeping or breathing. He even passed away while cooking, doing something that brought him happiness.
Growing up, my mother and her sisters never learned to cook, and my earliest memory is of me sitting on a barstool in the kitchen, watching my grandfather cleaning a bucket of chittlin's and frying catfish, and watching his girlfriend bake cakes and pies. My first love was/is cooking. When I was 12, he decided I had the knowledge and skills to make the entire Thanksgiving dinner while he sat on a chair and coached me. It was an intimidating experience, but I pulled it off. He did help me, only minimally. I made turkey and dressing, chittlin's, potato salad, fried chicken, candied yams, collard greens, corn bread, spaghetti, coleslaw, a coconut cake and a couple sweet potato pies- our usual Holiday meal. And I remember watching my mom and sister and uncles and aunts and cousins devour the food. I experience that feeling everytime I cook or bake something for dates, friends or family.
How about you? What is your one thing? Are you doing it and if not, why not?
Labels:
food,
gwendolyn brooks,
langston hughes,
Rumi,
thanksgiving
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