be like a beautifully laid-out park

you are ladybirds and the smell of a garden

 

You should expect grace,

that which makes life more than

manageable, but you look elsewhere,

wanting some delight other

than that.

 

Your conscious being,

with what you’ve been given,

should be like a beautifully laid-out park

with wildflowers and cultivated wonders,

a swift stream with places to sit

and rest beside it.

 

When a grieving person

sees you, he or see should recognize a

refuge, refreshment, a generous house where

one need not bring bread and cheese.

There will be plenty.

 

Bahauddin, father of Rumi

the drowned book

 

look to what is pure

fertilizing my bamboo grove with horse manure

 

Give up religiosity

and knowledge, and the people

will benefit a hundredfold. Discard morality

and righteousness, and the people will return

to natural love. Abandon shrewdness

and profiteering, and there

won’t be any robbers

or thieves.

 

These are external

matters, however. What is most

important is what happens within:

look to what is pure; hold to what

is simple; let go of self-interest;

temper your desires.

 

The Tao te Ching of Lao Tzu,

Chapter 19

 

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being in harmony is the true way

arthur morris

 

You disciples and apostles,

you all do the same work, yet you try

to determine who’s above and who’s below.

Each of you thinks you’re special, and in that

vanity you irritate each other mightily.

You think there will not be enough,

so you fight for your portion

like dogs in the street.

 

Being in harmony

is the true way, not this itch

of greed, this constricted stall where

you and other donkeys get beaten with a stick.

Move instead to the praise-place, inside the

mystery, where prayer is unlimited,

and you feel the delight of

giving homage.

 

Bahauddin, father of Rumi

the drowned book