In His Image
Everything, indeed everyone
Are fractals of God Himself
Our seeking is Him seeking
Our words are His words
We search…
For Him here and there
While looking right at Him
While sitting by His side
We ask…
“Oh God, where is my God? ”
Beloved…
Look into any mirror at the reflection
Behold the Face of God!
ROTMS
(Inspired by the brilliance of Rumi)
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One Whisper of the Beloved
Lovers share a sacred decree –
to seek the Beloved.
They roll head over heels,
rushing toward the Beautiful One
like a torrent of water.
In truth, everyone is a shadow of the Beloved –
Our seeking is His seeking,
Our words are His words.
At times we flow toward the Beloved
like a dancing stream.
At times we are still water
held in His pitcher.
At times we boil in a pot
turning to vapor –
that is the job of the Beloved.
He breathes into my ear
until my soul
takes on His fragrance.
He is the soul of my soul –
How can I escape?
But why would any soul in this world
want to escape from the Beloved?
He will melt your pride
making you thin as a strand of hair,
Yet do not trade, even for both worlds,
One strand of His hair.
We search for Him here and there
while looking right at Him.
Sitting by His side we ask,
'O Beloved, where is the Beloved?'
Enough with such questions! –
Let silence take you to the core of life.
All your talk is worthless
When compared to one whisper
of the Beloved.
LORD OF EARTH and SKY
Be aware;
The Lord God is here!
In the rumble of thunder
In lightning
In clouds…His exhalation
You guess, before you speak
He knows, before you speak
You hate your brother
He loves you both
God Lives in all His Creation
Everything Mirrors God
Be of good cheer Beloved
Have courage
Look into a mirror…
“Behold the Face of God”
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(Inspired by Master Rumi)
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Beautiful You
Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face
But you beloved are life as well as the veil
Beauty is Eternity gazing at itself in the mirror
But you beloved are Eternity as well as the mirror
ROTMS
(Interpreted from the brilliance of Kahlil Gibran)
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Love Is The Way
Love is the way;
Messengers from the
Mysteries tell us this
Love is The Mother
We are her children
She shines within us
She is visible when we trust
Invisible when we lose trust
Feel Her…
Shine brightly beloved
(Inspired by the brilliance of Rumi)
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Love
It is abstract
but has her face
in the hands that touch with compassion
in the eyes that seek only the face of the beloved
in the words uttered, seeking only to uplift
and not humiliate,
in complete giving
without expecting to receive,
in laying down one`s life
so that the beloved may live.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Rumi's silence
Rumi wrote much about silence.
Does that seem strange?
Poets live with silence:
the silence before the poem;
the silence whence the poem comes; .
the silence in between the words, as you
drink the words, watch them glide through your mind,
feel them slide down your throat
towards your heart;
the silence which you share with the poet
when the poem ends, sitting side by side,
feeling one another being one heart;
the silence after the poem,
when you are a different person
from the person who started reading the poem,
think differently, move differently,
act differently; know Rumi a little better
as a friend; know yourself a little more
as a friend.
Rumi was asked, why do you
talk, talk, talk, so much
about silence?
He said, the radiant one inside me
has said nothing.
And that’s the silence which we listen to
and hear in Rumi’s heart,
here, sitting in the cool shade
which the scent of roses seems to love,
while the fountain gently plays like a poet
with sound and silence.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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a Single Light Beam
Behold the Sun’s Brilliance!
Blinding, hot, penetrating
Emanating countless beams
And thee,
A single light beam
Individual, yet connected
Behold thy brilliance!
ROTMS
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The Prophet
In his dream an old man appeared.
“Good king, I have news”
“Tomorrow a stranger will come.
I sent for him. He’s a prophet you can trust.
Listen to him.”
As dawn rose, the king was sitting in the
watchtower on the roof.
He saw someone coming.
He ran to meet this guest.
Their souls knit together,
without stitch or seam.
The king opened his arms and
held the prophet close to him.
He led him to the head table.
They dined.
“At last I have found what only
patience can bring. This one whose
face answers any question and who
simply by looking can loosen the
knot of intellectual discussion.”
The king touched the prophet’s arm,
and said “Speak to me of Jerusalem”
The prophet smiled…
(Inspired by the brilliance of Rumi)
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Ritual
Pray the prayer that is the essence
of every ritual;
GOD
“I have no hope, I am torn to shreds.
You are my first, last and only refuge.”
Don’t pray daily prayers like a bird,
pecking its head up and down.
Indeed, prayer is an egg.
Hatch out all helplessness inside.
(Inspired by the brilliance of Rumi)
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Serching
Searching.
In vain I search but I search on,
Along life`s lonely corridor,
Seeking, seeking ever seeking,
Yet knowing not for what I`m searching,
But eagerly await each morrow,
Praying it will end this sorrow,
This sorrow I try so hard to hide
The tears that will not be denied,
The past is past, the joy, the pain,
I cannot live the past again,
But through the bitter mist must I
Search on.
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Let go of your worries
Let go of your worries
and be completely clear-hearted,
like the face of a mirror
that contains no images.
If you want a clear mirror,
behold yourself
and see the shameless truth,
which the mirror reflects.
If metal can be polished
to a mirror-like finish,
what polishing might the mirror
of the heart require?
Between the mirror and the heart
is this single difference:
the heart conceals secrets,
while the mirror does not.
The Beauty Of Love
Today, like every day, you may
Wake up empty and frightened.
Do not open the door to your study and begin reading,
Rather take down a musical instrument and play.
Beloved, let the beauty of love be what you do.
There are hundreds of ways to be grateful.
(Inspired by Rumi)
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Cry Out...weep
Crying out loud and weeping are great resources
A nursing mother awaits her child’s call
A mere whimper and she’s right there
Cry out,
Do not be silent in your pain
Lament…
Cry out,
Love is ready to nourish you
The hard rain and driving wind,
are ways a cloud takes care of us
(Inspired by the brilliance of Rumi)
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Torch After Torch
Do you prefer;
As ravens do
Winter’s chill
Empty limbs
Bareness?
Perhaps;
Springs lushness
New leaves forming
Roses opening
Night birds singing?
Let LOVE dissolve you into
the moment of the Season
or you will light torch
after torch trying to find
what's already in front of you
(Inspired by the brilliance of Rumi)
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Inharmonious Harmony
Watch two women washing clothes;
One woman makes dry clothes wet
The other makes wet clothes dry
They seem to work against each other,
But their work is a perfect harmony
(Inspired by the brilliance of Rumi)
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Addressing a Reality
What is that you are seeking?
'Seeking?
I'm not in a search to seek anything.
Not anymore.
When I sought my life to live,
With an acknowledgement...
I did too much of that for others,
I found what I needed.
What you observe me doing,
Is a living of my life.
And it took me a while to identify it,
As 'my' life to live.
And it may seem to you I am seeking,
Because of an excitement you see me express.
Seeking?
No.
I am addressing a reality I have found.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Depicting Reflection
I gaze at the looking glass one final time
As I hope for some veritable truth to find
But the cracks run along my face in jagged lines
As the mirror cracks from side to side
Peering into the cold, dark faceted eyes
A broken poppet stares back from inside
And I catch a reflection of that I despise
As the mirror cracks from side to side
The scarred reflection is now forsaken
And many are the times my heart has died
But now it is my soul that is breakin'
As the mirror cracks from side to side
I gaze at the looking glass one final time
As the mirror cracks from side to side
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Mirror To Mirror
Written by gerry beckley, 1994
Found on hourglass.
I havent seen forever
Dont even know her name
I call on dreams and other schemes
To try and win that game
Now that its over, darling
Look into my eyes
Seein your own reflection
Much to your surprise
Were seein mirror to mirror
Face to face
We look but we cannot see
Mirror to mirror
Seems to trace
What happened to you and me
And though we tried in earnest
The distant silence yells
We call on wings and other things
To try and break that spell
Now that its over, darling
Truth in the common cause
We stare at our own indifference
By seeing the others flaws
Were seein mirror to mirror
Face to face
We look but we cannot see
Mirror to mirror
Seems to trace
What happened to you and me
Oh, mirror to mirror, mirror to mirror
Mirror to mirror, whats come over me
As we look inside, theres nowhere to turn
Theres nowhere to hide
Now that its over, darling
Look into my eyes
Seein your own reflection
Much to your surprise
Were seein mirror to mirror
Face to face
We look but we cannot see
Mirror to mirror
Seems to trace
What happened to you and me
Oh, mirror to mirror, mirror to mirror
Mirror to mirror, whats come over me
Mirror to mirror, mirror to mirror
Mirror to mirror, whats come over me
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Mad Man's song
Like a lost letter she stood for a while
to go the other side of the road..
near me who was lying in a corner of this side….
For moments, it seemed she was the same soul in whose palms seeking fulfillment I search in mine…
Though in her eyes she was carrying a desperation unlike the one I had
to walk into an exile of refuge from reason….
Yet with her hallowed paleness she seemed very close…
And as I came back from my contrasts….
she was no longer there..
she was walking away on the other side,
as she had crossed the road.
She was then just one among many strangers…
Like an unaddressed letter
I sent my words into the air….
O..stranger! ! ! !
A lost letter seeks its home…
An unaddressed one remains lost, , ,
That day when you came with your child and asked me
if I would let him sit beside the window, where I was,
so that he can see the passage of sights…
Believe me, I would not have..
had I not known the joy of fulfilling the dreams of another's eye..
the wishes of another heart…
But once I had bought a bouquet of flowers for my mother
to give it to her God…
though I was an atheist then, , ,
But since then I am not…
You also came seeking your God…
so, I let your child and quietly wondered in the worship that your eyes offered to his...
as the sights passed by………….
You believed, I betrayed
Seeking faith in thy believe..
and the strength of its strings…
you believed yet…
So I returned….
finding the emptiness of betrayal, the meaning of its nothingness…
and the search of your belief.
When I returned,
you were like the joy of a sinking ship finding a sea within the sea…
and you beheld in me a lost soldier…
though I was within me but an unending war
Of belief and betrayal….
(with heartfelt courtesy to Shahzia Naqvi)
You Know, The Reflection You Don't Recognize
You know
its kind of weird
when you look
in the mirror
and cant decide
exactly who
you are really
looking at
You know
its kinda stupid
when you fall
to your knees
and pray
to a god
that you don't
even believe in
You know
its kinda rude
when someone says
that you've changed
into something
that isn't what
they want to
see anymore
and this is why
i'm standing here
in front of this
tainted mirror
thinking that
maybe there is
some truth
in their words
You know
what i mean
to say when
i try to explain
that i have
lost my image
in this reflection
that i see
You know
how it feels
to collapse to
a world that
engulfs you
into thinking that
you are not
what they wanted
You know
what its like
to feel defeated
day to day
by the little words
people say
that distort the
image in the mirror
and then i ask
do you know
how it feels
to stand and
see the reflection
of someone
that you don't
recognize in
a mirror of nothing
but yourself
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