On
the way to God
the difficulties feel like
being ground by a millstone,
like night coming at noon,
like lightning through
the clouds.
But
don’t worry!
What must come, comes.
Face everything with love, as
your mind dissolves
in God.
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the first step on the road
Love is to see
what is good and beautiful in
everything. It is to learn from everything,
to see the gifts of God and the generosity
of God in everything. It is to
be thankful for all of
God’s bounties.
This is the first step
on the road to the love of God.
This is just a seed of love. In time,
the seed will grow and become a tree
and bear fruit. Then, whoever tastes of
that fruit will know what real love is.
It will be difficult for those who
have tasted to tell of it to
those who have not.
Reality
and the buddha dharma
are one and the
same.
the spiritual athlete
The spiritual athlete often changes the color of his clothes,
and his mind remains gray and loveless.
He sits inside a shrine room all day,
so that the Guest has to go outdoors and praise the rocks.
Or he drills holes in his ears, his hair grows
enormous and matted,
people mistake him for a goat…
He goes out into wilderness areas, strangles his impulses,
and makes himself neither male nor female…
He shaves his skull, puts his robe in an orange vat,
reads the Bhagavad-Gita, and becomes a terrific talker.
Kabir says: Actually you are going in a hearse
to the country of death,
bound hand and foot!
the locusts who descend and eat crops
“now we terminate those who oversee the nuclear weapons, my lord”
I have said to the
crude-minded Fakhruddin Razi
and the dull King Khwarazmshah and
several other joyless philosophers, With your way
you leave behind the beauty of flowers and peacefulness
and walk steadily into darkness. You ignore the obvious miracles
in favor of smoke and ghosts. The false self of ego makes your
decisions. You feel confused and blocked, but wisdom
knows that this material world is a door to spirit.
Specific actions are required, and careful
We live in a place where
thorns and poisonous plants grow wild,
but fruit trees, roses, and vegetables need tending.
The diligent farming work is virtue. Fakhruddin and Khwarazmshah
disagree. They’re like the locusts who descend and eat crops rather than help
them grow. I wrap myself like Muhammad in this robe of torso, limbs,
and face, this splendid covering of phenomenal existence,
where I grow toward some destiny I know not,
only that I must live fully here
to reach the next.
fight to open every closed door
Gradually I began to understand
that it does not matter very much what problem,
whether big or small, is tormenting us; the only thing that
matters is that we be tormented, that we find a ground for being
tormented. In other words, that we exercise our minds in
order to keep certainty from turning us into idiots,
that we fight to open every closed door
we find in front of us.