Enlightenment
is not an asexual, dispassionate,
head-in-the-clouds, nails-in-the-palms
disappearance from the game of life. It’s a
volcanic, kick-ass, erotic commitment
to love in action, coupled with
hard-headed practical
grist.
Posts Tagged → love
how should those who know
How
should those
who know of God
meet and
part?
The way
an old musician
greets his beloved instrument
and will take special care, as a great
artist always does, to enhance
the final note of each
performance.
☺️ smile 😊 everyone 😁 will 🌞 profit 😇
If in our daily life we
can smile, if we can be peaceful and
happy, not only we, but everyone will profit
from it. This is the most basic kind
of peace work.
let the lover be crazy
A certain
young man was asking
around. “I need to find a wise person.
I have a problem.” A bystander said, “There’s
no one with intelligence in our town except that man
over there playing with the children, the one riding
the stick-horse. He has keen, fiery insight and
vast dignity like the night sky, but he
conceals it in the madness of
child’s play.”
The young
seeker approached the
children. “Dear father, you who
have become as a child,
tell me a secret.”
“Go away.
This is not a day for
secrets.” “But please! Ride your
horse this way, just for a minute.” The sheikh
play-galloped over. “Speak quickly. I can’t hold this one
still for long. Whoops. Don’t let him kick you. This is a wild
one!” The young man felt he couldn’t ask his serious
question in the crazy atmosphere, so he
joked, “I need to get married. Is
there someone suitable on
this street?”
“There are
three kinds of women
in the world. Two are griefs, and
one is a treasure in the world. The first,
when you marry her, is all yours. The second
is half-yours, and the third is not yours at all. Now get
out of here, before this horse kicks you in the head!
Easy now!” The sheikh rode off among the
children. The young man shouted,
“Tell me more about
the kinds of
women!”
The sheikh,
on his cane horsey,
came closer, “The virgin of
your first love is all yours. She will
make you feel happy and free. A childless widow
is the second, she will be half yours. The third, who is
nothing to you, is a married woman with a child. By her first
husband she had a child, and all her love goes into that child.
She will have no connection with you. Now watch out.
Back away. I’m going to turn this rascal around!”
He gave a loud whoop and rode back,
calling the children
around him.
“One
more question, Master!”
The sheikh circled, “What is it? Quickly!
That rider over there needs me. I think I’m
in love.” “What is this playing that
you do? Why do you hide
your intelligence
so?”
“The people
here want to put me
in charge. They want me to be
judge, magistrate, and interpreter of all the texts.
The knowing I have doesn’t want that. It wants to enjoy
itself. I am a plantation of sugarcane, and at the same time
I’m eating the sweetness.” Knowledge that is acquired is not like
this. Those who have it worry if audiences like it or not. It’s a
bait for popularity. Disputational knowing wants customers.
It has no soul. Robust and energetic before a responsive
crowd, it slumps when no one is there. The only
real customer is God. Chew quietly your
sweet sugarcane God-love, and stay
playfully childish. Your face will
turn rosy with illumination
like the red bud
flowers.
Let the lover
be disgraceful, crazy,
absent minded. Someone sober
will worry about things going
badly. Let the lover
be.
All day
and night, music,
a quiet, bright reed song.
If it fades, we
fade.
this whole universe is the Beloved
If you try to
pour the whole ocean into a pot,
it doesn’t work. You can’t put enough in to
satisfy even one human being for a single day.
The eye of a greedy person is the same: always full,
never satisfied. Only when an oyster becomes
content and stops trying to drink
the whole sea can it settle
down and make a
pearl.
Whoever
is torn by spiritual love
is cleansed of greed – this and every
other weakness. Be happy with this love!
It’s a very good deal – the cure for
all pain, the medicine for our
arrogance, the great
teacher.
Bodies
made of earth ascend
to heaven because of love.
Mountains walk and dance
because of love. Mount Sinai got
drunk with love, and Moses’s
donkey exploded
into light!
Like nay,
the reed flute, I have
stories to tell you. Anyone separated
from the Friend has hundreds of stories, too,
but no tongue to tell them. If you let the flowers wilt
and the garden die, there aren’t any more
songs from bolbol, the
nightingale.
This
whole universe, every
thing and not-thing, is the Beloved.
The lover, just a reflection of that. It’s God’s face
that’s alive, not the mirror! If a person doesn’t have the
courage to love, he’s a bird without wings. No one
can be conscious without the light of the
Friend, but with that love, you can
see truth.
If
your mirror
isn’t reflecting the
Beloved, then
polish it.
translated by Brian Browne Walker, Behzad Ghorbani, & Shahla Ghorbani