this brightly conscious lifespan

we all have the clear bright field

 

A horse strays

into a cave of lions. You move

deeper into your desire for sex, for art

and wealth. There will come a time when your

life is a blank, but has there ever really been a time

when human beings were not cared for? For thousands

of years we had no identity, yet we managed to arrive

in this amazing moment, this brightly conscious

lifespan. Who gave us such restlessness

to know and be?

 

Bahauddin, father of Rumi

The Drowned Book

 

the lame goat finds herself in front

stefano zocca

 

Thought of worldly things

is an enemy to the sweetness of spiritual

consciousness. Silence your thoughts. Bewilder

yourself with God. Your mind will fall away

and your heart will open.

 

Forwardness in worldly

ways is backwardness in reality.

When the herd turns back toward God,

its leaders end up in the rear! The lame goat

that was hindmost finds herself in front, and the

ones who worried about her are ecstatic now.

How do saints and prophets get to

be  that way? By breaking

their own legs.

 

They make themselves

lame by renouncing expertise in

the ways of the world. Understanding that

it’s not the way home, they wash their hearts clean

of such knowledge. If you want to reach heaven,

follow the branches that lead to that root.  

Be the lame goat here, and

lead the herd home.

 

Jalal al-Din Rumi

 

while you are eating a piece of bread


 

While you are eating

a piece of bread, try to recall

the events that collaborated to let

this take place. The ovens heat that baked

the bread, the plowed earth before that, sunlight,

rain, harvest, the winnowing, the being carried to and

from the mill, the complex idea and the build­ing of the mill

itself. The many motions of weather in the turning of four seasons.

And don’t forget the knife that cuts the bread, the metallurgy and the skill of

forg­ing that blade, and your teeth, those original grinding devices. Then there’s

your stomach digesting the crust and there’s the rest of your body being

nourished, each part in unique ways. Two hundred and forty-eight

bones, five hundred and thirty muscles, three hundred

arteries, ligaments, tendons, cartilage, your organs

and limbs, your brain. As the bread dissolves,

many intelligences within you are deciding

and peacefully agreeing on how to

divide the benefits. If there were

discord, you would feel pain

and cry out, but

you don’t.

 

Now notice the unified

human awareness thoughtfully

living inside your body with a soul

in communion with other spirit-intelligences.

Observe how it sits at the junction of two worlds as

a human being looking with kindness on other human

beings. Some say this is the cul­mination of the body’s long

development and the beginning of the next transformation,

that you that live with gratitude for food and thank­fulness

also for any difficulty, pain, or sudden disappointment,

seeing those too as grace, that you live inside and

outside time as an angelic breadeating witness

taking in this myriad convergence of

providential motions and that you

are in yourself an individual

soul being made from

divine wisdom.

 

Bahauddin, father of Rumi

the drowned book

 

you are the living expression of this

the living expression

 

If

the Way

were about being

a student of something,

it wouldn’t be alive in the world.

It lives because certain people say to 

themselves, “All this teaching is

just for me. I am the living 

expression of

this.”

 

This

isn’t arrogant.

This is humbly keeping the

buddhasLao Tzu, Lalla, Rumi, Suzuki,

BahauddinYuanwu, all of them, alive in the

world. Only you can accomplish this. 

You are the only

one.

 

Wei wu Wei Ching, Chapter 13

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the great crocodile

bahauddin zakariya

 

I tell those around me

that if you turn away from the core,

your soul, you will fall into an unliving stupor.

The great crocodile comes and crushes your ship.

Eyes go one way, ears another; your intelligence

skews beyond reason. This disaster

can visit anyone.

 

When your ability

to choose comes back, your identity

will strengthen; ear and eye will realign;

and you can again be a friend,

a lover, a devotee.

 

Bahauddin, father of Rumi

the drowned book