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“You were born into a state of grace. It is impossible for you to leave it. You will die in a state of grace whether or not special words are spoken for you, or water or oil is poured upon your head. You share this blessing with the animals and all other living things. You cannot fall out of grace, nor can it be taken from you. You can ignore it. You can hold beliefs that blind you to its existence. You will still be graced but unable to perceive you own uniqueness and integrity, and blind also to other attributes with which you are automatically gifted.”
― The Nature of Personal Reality: Specific, Practical Techniques for Solving Everyday Problems and Enriching the Life You Know
― The Nature of Personal Reality: Specific, Practical Techniques for Solving Everyday Problems and Enriching the Life You Know
“You are the Universe in Ecstatic Motion”
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“There is nothing in the world more soft and weak than water, and yet for attacking things that are firm and strong there is nothing that can take precedence of it;—for there is nothing (so effectual) for which it can be changed.”
― Tao Te Ching
― Tao Te Ching
“WOODEN CAGES
I may be clapping my hands, but I don't
belong to a crowd of clappers. Neither
this nor that, I'm not part of a group
that loves flute music or one that loves
gambling or drinking wine. Those who
live in time, descended from Adam, made
of earth and water, I'm not part of that.
Don't listen to what I say, as though
these words came from an inside and went
to an outside. Your faces are very
beautiful, but they are wooden cages.
You had better run from me. My words
are fire. I have nothing to do with
being famous, or making grand judgments,
or feeling full of shame. I borrow
nothing. I don't want anything from
anybody. I flow through human beings.
Love is my only companion. When union
happens, my speech goes inside toward
Shams. At that meeting all the secrets
of language will no longer be secret.”
― The Soul of Rumi: A New Collection of Ecstatic Poems
I may be clapping my hands, but I don't
belong to a crowd of clappers. Neither
this nor that, I'm not part of a group
that loves flute music or one that loves
gambling or drinking wine. Those who
live in time, descended from Adam, made
of earth and water, I'm not part of that.
Don't listen to what I say, as though
these words came from an inside and went
to an outside. Your faces are very
beautiful, but they are wooden cages.
You had better run from me. My words
are fire. I have nothing to do with
being famous, or making grand judgments,
or feeling full of shame. I borrow
nothing. I don't want anything from
anybody. I flow through human beings.
Love is my only companion. When union
happens, my speech goes inside toward
Shams. At that meeting all the secrets
of language will no longer be secret.”
― The Soul of Rumi: A New Collection of Ecstatic Poems
“TIME TO SACRIFICE TAURUS
This is the night of union when the stars
scatter their rice over us. The sky is
excited! Venus cannot stop singing the little songs she's making up, like birds
in the first warm spring weather. The North Star can't quit looking over at Leo.
Pisces is stirring milky dust from the ocean floor. Jupiter rides his horse near
Saturn, "Old man, jump up behind me! The juice is coming back! Think of something
happy to shout as we go. "Mars washes his bloody sword, puts it up, and begins
building things. The Aquarian water jar fills, and the Virgin pours it generously.
The Pleiades and Libra and Aries have no
trembling in them anymore. Scorpio walks
out looking for a lover, and so does
Sagittarius! This is not crooked walking
like the Crab. This is a holiday we've been waiting for. It is finally time to
sacrifice Taurus and learn how the sky is a lens to look through. Listen to what's
inside what I say. Shams will appear at dawn; then even night will change from
its beloved animated darkness to a day
within this ordinary sweet daylight.”
― The Soul of Rumi: A New Collection of Ecstatic Poems
This is the night of union when the stars
scatter their rice over us. The sky is
excited! Venus cannot stop singing the little songs she's making up, like birds
in the first warm spring weather. The North Star can't quit looking over at Leo.
Pisces is stirring milky dust from the ocean floor. Jupiter rides his horse near
Saturn, "Old man, jump up behind me! The juice is coming back! Think of something
happy to shout as we go. "Mars washes his bloody sword, puts it up, and begins
building things. The Aquarian water jar fills, and the Virgin pours it generously.
The Pleiades and Libra and Aries have no
trembling in them anymore. Scorpio walks
out looking for a lover, and so does
Sagittarius! This is not crooked walking
like the Crab. This is a holiday we've been waiting for. It is finally time to
sacrifice Taurus and learn how the sky is a lens to look through. Listen to what's
inside what I say. Shams will appear at dawn; then even night will change from
its beloved animated darkness to a day
within this ordinary sweet daylight.”
― The Soul of Rumi: A New Collection of Ecstatic Poems
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Atma’s 2024 Year in Books
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