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Saturday, January 19, 2019

When it's Over––Poem by Dorothy 







When it's Over

When it's over, I want to say: all my lifewas a bride married to amazement.
Mary Oliver

And I in turn want to sayI was married
to something called mystery.
She never explained herself
or showed her naked face,
but kept her veils securely
fastened over her countenance
as if she came from a country
whose laws demanded such modesty.

Yet often I felt
her bodiless body
mingle with mine,
her kisses
arrive in unexplained places.

Often I wondered
who she was,
where she came from
what her purpose.

At times I almost glimpsed
her secret origins.
Finally I no longer questioned
who she was, 
why we were wedded as one,
but held her close
and silently exulted
in our secret love play.

Dorothy Walters
January 17, 2019








Thursday, January 17, 2019

Poems for Mary Oliver (from "The Kundalini Poems: Reflections of Radiance and Grace") 











Poems for Mary Oliver

I was deeply saddened this morning when I learned of the death of Mary Oliver.  She held a special place in my heart, and of course was beloved and admired by many thousands of reader.s  For me, she was a pillar and a portal, someone we knew and depended on to maintain our own sense of the world as a place of hope and beauty.  To lose her is like losing an old friend or dear one.

I was fortunate to see her onstage a few times when I was living in San Francisco.  She was sly and clever, and reminded me of what she was, a retired professor with a wry sense of humor.  She was politically astute, though she did not write about politics.  He appearances were attended by throngs of admirers and the lines for her book signings very long.

I loved her stories.  She never used a computer but preferred an ancient typewrite.  When it "acted up" she put it under her desk until it behaved.

A Tribute for Mary Oliver

She came among us
like a wild creature
fresh from the forest,
wearing a tunic of green,
wreath of flowers in her hair.

Orpheus returned, 
she sang to us of mysteries
long lost,
secrets of the animals
and trees,
how these were
our ancestors,
beloved precursors
of our souls.

Bears, rabbits, garden snakes,
small bodies of water,
even spiders––
all received her blessing,
all part of the oneness that is.

We listened in awe
 to her sacred melodies,
in trance and yearning
for what we had forgotten,
our lost songs of spirit,
ceremonies of connection,
the place where we began.


Kissing the Hem of Mary Oliver: "Devotions"

Here she is, I am holding her
in my hands.
A new and weighty book,
the record of her life,
each beauty (a leaf, a star)
tumbling forth
one after another,
her memorial,
her memory book,
her journey of 
so many years.

She loved, was one with
nature itself,
the birds, the ponds,
the bears in the trees.
Even the insects
and snakes,
nothing was excluded,
she was the original
nature mystic
from ages past,
a goddess or queen
from some other world,
returned to ours
to give us
new eyes to see,
new ways to connect
with what so many had
forgotten
amidst the concrete
and clatter
of this wherever we have made,
glimpses of the place
where our 
Mother lived,
the realm from which we came.

********

Mary Oliver's Face

Gaze on this portrait 
and what you will see
is someone who has
grown old and wise,
who sees with ineluctable
clarity the inner truth of things
and knows who she is.

She carries her age well,
allowing each wrinkle
and shadow
to define her essence:
knowing, resolute,
yet with a wry pixie smile
 that says
she is taking the world
and her life
with a grain of salt,
knows that not this
nor any poem
can be the final answer,
now waiting with poise
and grace to receive 
the next unfolding.



Wednesday, January 16, 2019

"Turn Me to Gold"––Andrew Harvey 











from Andrew Harvey

My dear friends,

I cannot thank you enough for your generosity in celebrating so beautifully and precisely my Turn Me to Gold: 108 Translations of Kabir. What this has meant is that this sacred book goes out now to the world accompanied by your celebration of its profound message for our world. As you know the book was published in early November and through a series of confusions the first edition sold out almost immediately and in a way that meant that missed Thanksgiving and Christmas markets. Fortunately the reprint of Turn Me to Gold is now available.

I sent you a request to send out to your groups your feeling for and support of Kabir’s great message. If you wouldn’t mind sharing it again and as soon as convenient I would be forever grateful. I have included the information below for use. May I suggest you use the endorsement you so graciously gave me, or attached is the cover, 3 posts for fb or twitter and press release. Here is the link to purchase on amazon: https://amzn.to/2OcqtYk . I am so grateful to have your support.

The initial response to the book has been overwhelming and I know from you reactions that you know that Kabir’s voice is essential for the transformation into embodied divine consciousness that is the key to transforming the growing horror of our time.  Please in the spirit do whatever you feel you can to support Kabir renaissance that I hope and pray will equal an intensity the renaissance of Rumi that has in so many marvelous ways nourished, ennobled an radically inspired us all. To end, I have also attached a wonderful piece from Unity Magazine to share with you to read at your leisure.

With love and hope and gratitude, your friend in God,
Andrew

1.       When you enter into a Kabir poem, you enter into the Kabir field- its electric, incisive, clean and clear. If the sword of truth could sing, it would sing like Kabir.


2.       Kabir is far more than a poet; he is an universal initiatory field, as expansive as Rumi, and, as embodied, radical and ferocious as Jesus. He is the voice of the evolutionary truth and its piercing love and we have never needed to hear him more or be more ready to hear him.


3.       May Turn Me to Gold be far more than a book to you, as it has been far more than a book to me. Let Kabir guide you, take his hand, let him lead you into the abyss of unknowing where you will find yourself, despite yourself, being turned to gold. All awe and gratitude to Kabir and to you, lovers of truth, who will also find him.

Press Release

– After authoring more than 30 books, Andrew Harvey, Rumi scholar, mystic and founder of Sacred Activism, is releasing what may be his consummate work, Turn Me to Gold: 108 Poems of Kabir. Born in India and deeply influenced by its mystic traditions, Andrew became enraptured not only with the exquisite spiritual illumination he discovered in Kabir, but also in the poet’s grounding relevance to our troubled times. “Unlike Rumi,” writes Harvey, “Kabir is the tough, no-nonsense peasant who makes things real and fierce and right without any adornment. He is the master of laser-like clarity, simplicity, directness, passion and strength, and this laser-like purity and refusal to buy into any kind of illusion is exactly what spiritual seekers need amid our devastating global crisis.”


Written in the form of a symphony of four movements, Turn Me to Gold is both beautiful and blazing. The origin of the title Turn Me to Gold is a statement by Kabir that one drop of divine love can turn you to gold. What Andrew and Kabir mean by “gold” is someone who is fully embodied—not just inspired in the mind but who experiences God in the body, in the cells. The birth that is trying to take place on our planet, Harvey insists, is not only through people becoming conscious of the Divine but from those who have integrated and embodied the Divine. Kabir, then, is the supreme guide for allowing ourselves to be “turned to gold.”

Embellished by extraordinary, edgy photographs by Brett Hurd, illustrating the divinity of ordinary life, this book reveals our capacity to be turned to gold if we are willing to reject the madness of all fundamentalisms and engage in the arduous work of transformation. It compels us to move beyond mere mystical ecstasy into the death and rebirth that joyously await us on the journey.


Turn Me to Gold: 108 Poems of Kabir is published by Unity Books. Photographs by Brett Hurd. The softcover book is 198 pages, with a cover price of $24.95. ISBN: 978-0-87159-381-8. It is available through Unity Books, Amazon.com and distributors DeVorss, New Leaf
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Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Elegy in a Time of Darkness (poem by Dorothy) 

Elegy in a Time of Darkness

Does the light fail?
Our leaders betray us,
corruption abounds,
even the faithful are bewildered
and do not know what to do.

We wander restlessly,
seeking for answers.
Forces are unleashed
that we do not comprehend.
We struggle, but wonder
if our efforts are in vain.

Yet, there is even now
a turning,
as when winter gives way
to spring,
as when the fever breaks
and the patient  stirs and speaks aloud.

Everywhere on earth
there are reports of an awakening,
stories of such things
that we have never imagined,
happenings hard to believe.

Some hear celestial music,
others see images of deity
arise before them.
Speak speak in reverent tones
with their loved ones
who have gone.
Bliss abounds in a field of light
that grows, spreads ever wider.

No one can explain,
account for such mysteries.
We know that it is happening,
orchestrated elsewhere,
destined to occur.

We are grateful,
believe without knowing,
trust the turning,
the unknown source
that leads us to the next level of
we know not where.

Dorothy Walters
January 14, 2019







Sunday, January 13, 2019

"Sonoma County Winter"––poem by Karl Frederick 

Sonoma County Winter

Onward through this wonderfully dreary day
Gray clouds, low and wind-driven
speak of things I cannot name.

Rain drips through bare limbs
into the greening earth, and
I am amazed to be cold, wet, and
so vibrantly alive.

Let December know
its cold reach has fallen short.
Inside, inside . . .  spring!

- Karl Frederick
_______________________________________________

Saturday, January 12, 2019

Penny Hackett-Evans––"Idled" (poem) 





(This picture is from the first day I met Penny, some 10 years ago).


Idled by Penny Hackett-Evans

 The Muse is on strike.


The factory has shut down.

The paychecks bounce.

Parts of poems lie on the floor

gathering dust and rust.

I peer through the dirty windows…

What am I to do?

I imagine trying to shape

a handmade, one-of-a-kind, artisanal poem

one made of fine exotic wood,

hand rubbed, like the ones

you see in the New Yorker.

But, I know

that’s not going to work.

And anyway, I am sort of jealous

of the Muses sitting across the way

at the bar, eating nachos,

drinking beer

in the middle of the afternoon,

laughing, telling stories of the hapless

poets they work for.

I’ve half a mind to join them.

Penny and I have been friends for some 10 years or so, but we have only met two or three times.  When I first knew her, she was just beginning to write poetry, but since then her work has become ever more refined and polished.  She sends out a weekly poem to 50 or more subscribers and I always enjoy her offerings.  She and her husband stopped in Boulder recently on their way to California from Michigan and we had a delightful reunion.

Wednesday, January 09, 2019

Ivan Granger––from the Poetry Chaikhana––Yunus Emre 

Here's your Daily Poem from the Poetry Chaikhana www.Poetry-Chaikhana.com --

Those who became complete

By Yunus Emre
(1238 - 1320)

English version by Kabir Helminski & Refik Algan

Those who became complete
didn't live this life in hypocrisy,
didn't learn the meaning of things
by reading commentaries.

Reality is an ocean; the Law is a ship.
Many have never left the ship,
never jumped into the sea.

They might have come to Worship
but they stopped at rituals.
They never knew or entered the Inside.

Those who think the Four Books
were meant to be talked about,
who have only read explanations
and never entered meaning,
are really in sin.

Yunus means "true friend"
for one whose journey has begun.
Until we transform our Names,
we haven't found the Way.

Marrow of Flame
Poems of the Spiritual Journey
by Dorothy Walters
Introduction by Andrew Harvey

"These poems make me gasp. Dorothy Walters--part buddha, part elf--weaves mythic literacy with subversive compassion." -Mirabai Starr

 This Dance of Bliss, A Poetry Chaikhana Anthology, Ivan M. Granger
This Dance of Bliss
Ecstatic Poetry From Around the World
A Poetry Chaikhana Anthology

Edited with Commentary
by Ivan M. Granger

"This book is a treasure, a feast, an oasis." -Mirabai Starr

Hi Dorothy-

The Poetry Chaikhana is back! I hope you had a magical, renewing holiday and new year.

Let's start the year off with something feisty--

Those who became complete
didn't live this life in hypocrisy,
didn't learn the meaning of things
by reading commentaries.

I love these cantankerous mystic poets. They come in all shades of religious sentiment, but they do tend to congregate outside the halls of orthodoxy. Most are profoundly devout and fiercely focused in their spirituality. But for the mystic to truly open to the Divine, one must clearly see the nature of reality and the nature of one's very self -- without blinders or pretense.

Reality is an ocean; the Law is a ship.
Many have never left the ship,
never jumped into the sea.

That's why mystics don't write poems in praise of rules, hierarchies, or secondhand knowledge. They want the wide ocean, not the creaking ship.

For this very reason, I often find myself more in alignment with the viewpoints of atheists than with religionists. I share the atheist ideal of questioning, critical thinking, testing and examination, a basic distrust of institutions, and an awareness of the danger of "true believers." Whether we call ourselves theists or atheists, we must never settle into unquestioning belief.

There is a superficial way of being religious, joining the right group, following the right rules, reading the right sacred texts and commentaries, performing the right rituals and prayers. Don't get me wrong, those practices can be important, but if our spiritually goes no deeper, then it becomes increasingly brittle and slips into pretense. That's what happens with fundamentalism.

They might have come to Worship
but they stopped at rituals.
They never knew or entered the Inside.

The problem is that there is an increasing assumption that that is what religion is. Both religious-types and their atheist critics tend to define religion by that depthless definition. In that cultural debate, I have to side with the critics of religion. Superficial, rule-following religion lacks integrity and it tends to be sectarian in ways that can be goaded into violence.

But there has always been a deeper form of religion in every culture, an engaged spirituality that transforms the awareness in ways that awaken clarity and compassion. This is not a religion of blind faith or adherence to formulaic creeds; it is about direct experience of a wider reality, profound personal transformation... and bubbling joy.

This is where the common atheist critique of religion falls apart, especially the more strident voices of the so-called New Atheists. They tend to acknowledge only the most superficial and, frankly, idiotic expressions of modern religion. There is a willful blindness to the full spectrum of religious life and experience.

The argument I hear put forward by the New Atheists is that all religion is founded on a mythological fantasy at odds with firm reality, which results in a schizophrenic mindset which, in turn, leads to dysfunctional society. If only people would drop their attachment "made up men in the sky," we could then start building a sane and rational world. That sounds like a pretty good argument, doesn't it? If that was truly all that religion was, I might agree with their argument. But because they are so convinced that religion is nothing beyond fantasy and social control, they don't feel the need to actually try to understand actual religious belief or history or what it means to people, let alone genuine mystical experience. There is no knowledge about religion in their argument, only disdain. And there is an underlying threat of force, as well: The religious delusion must be crushed in order to give us the sane world we deserve. It's no coincidence that many prominent New Atheists have been vocal advocates for the recent wars in the Middle East, as they see Muslim Jihadist sects as the embodiment of their worst religious nightmares. The New Atheists have become, in effect, an increasingly violent fundamentalist sect of atheism.

There are certainly serious problems in religion, ranging from mere superficiality to violent extremism (in all religions). But those problems are not religious problems, they are human social problems. They are not problems that occur because of religion itself; they are manifesting because of complex social, political, economic, and even environment stresses, where very few authoritative institutions are addressing them honestly or coherently. Under those unrelenting stresses, people turn to religion, but not for religious reasons. Religion then becomes more extreme because other, more healthy responses are not available in society. We see the same toxic patterns in non-religious institutions, as well. It's not a religious problem, but the resulting religious extremism grabs the headlines.

We don't need enforced religion or non-religion. Instead, we need engaged hearts. We need minds that explore and question. We need a willingness to seek truth above approval. Whether we belong to a church, a mosque, a synagogue, a temple, an atheist discussion group, or stand alone beneath the night sky -- it's not a question of belief or faith, but of what is, who we truly are, and the kindness we show in the world.

Yunus means "true friend"
for one whose journey has begun.

Have a beautiful day!

Ivan

(from Dorothy:  I fully agree with Ivan.  Certain would be critics of "religion" attack a "straw man" rather than the reality of what "religion" (or spirituality) may contain.  There are many shades and gradations, levels and representations that may be called "religious."  These critics choose to focus on the most superficial or objectionable aspects of religion and proceed to demolish them with their "logical" arguments. The folks have never experienced true awakening nor felt the bliss of the Beloved Within.  They speak of that which they know not.
And indeed, deep spirituality lives apart from rules and commandments.  The Voice of the Beloved delivers messages of love and the true mystic listens and translates these messages into visions of hope and ways of connection with the mystery.
When we are young, we may rebel against the indoctrination and restrictions of our 'birth religion."  To complete the trajectory, we must outgrow these earlier misgivings and see through to the other side, where real spiritual awakening can occur.)



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Tuesday, January 08, 2019

Mirabai Starr––Transformational Workshops 







Mirabai Starr––Transformational Writing Workshops

Beloved Friends and Family,

Even as the light is slowly returning to the Northern Hemisphere, I am starting to poke my head out of the cave (and then slip right back in again) to make some preparations for the birth of my forthcoming book baby, WILD MERCY: Living the Fierce & Tender Wisdom of the Women Mystics.

Starting in the spring, we will be having all kinds of Wild Mercy gatherings – readings, book signings, workshops and retreats – throughout 2019. I’ll be in the Pacific Northwest in late March and early April and the Northeast (with a short spell in the Southeast) in late April and early May.  In between there will be a bunch of book signings in the Southwest, with a special launch event here in my hometown of Taos on April 14, followed by Boulder, Santa Fe and Albuquerque.  Opportunities to gather around the sacred feminine continue through the summer and into the fall, with workshops and retreats on both coasts and in the Midwest.

Stand by for specifics on all this coming very soon.

In the meantime, if you have been considering attending a “Writing Your Story of Loss & Transformation” workshop, which I hold twice a year at Ghost Ranch in magical Abiquiu, New Mexico, I thought you might appreciate a summary of the difference between the spring and fall versions.

In the spring (well, this year, because of the book launch, it happens in late February), I offer direct teaching, specific writing prompts and guided exercises.  If you have been smoldering with a story to share about a loss that transfigured the ground of your life yet unsure how to begin, this is the gathering for you.  You don’t have to be a beginning writer, but this may serve as the catalyst for beginning a longer, finished piece.  Writing practice is interwoven with meditation and hiking in the desert.

The first workshop is from February 25-March 2 (more info HERE)

If you are already working on a longer piece of writing about a transformational loss and feel like you need a supportive space and time to really drop in and either finish or make significant progress, in a caring community of other writers working with similar themes, then this is your gathering.  I hold space for you to write and edit on your own and in small self-selected groups, but, aside from morning warm-up practices, talks about craft and a private interview, I’m much less hands-on.  For this “deepening” retreat, I’d prefer to have people who have worked with me before, but it’s not mandatory.  We can have a conversation about that.  This one also includes meditation and hiking too, because, well, it’s the most spectacular landscape on the planet.

The deepening retreat is from September 16-21.

Due to the size of Casa del Sol, the restored adobe hacienda on the remote outskirts of the Ghost Ranch property where we hold these retreats, our gatherings are small and intimate, with room for a maximum of 20 writers.  These events fill quickly, so let Jaime know if you’re interested: onesharedheart@gmail.com.

Enjoy the deep quiet of winter,

with my love,

Mirabai



Monday, January 07, 2019

Ted Murray––Bringing More Light In 







Ted Murray

Daily inspirational message from the heart.


Dear Dorothy,

How do you envision bringing more light into the world? Many people call themselves lightworkers, so what does that really mean?  Does light represent love, so the words are almost synonymous? Does light actually stand for enlightenment of the individual, lighting up the energetic body so it resonates at a much higher frequency from the cellular level? Perhaps it simply means shining your light to help dispel the darkness that currently permeates much of our planet.

Some people can really relate to the concept of there being a great central sun that is the source of all light and love. Whether you envision this as being our sun, a physical object at the center of our galaxy or simply as the original source of all, the essence of love from which everything emanates, it doesn’t make much difference. Just envisioning the existence of a great central sun can help enhance your ability to bring more light into the world by connecting to its essence. With this vision you can be like a transparent connector streaming this essential love light through your body, connecting to the earth itself, and then sharing it widely through your heart after it amplifies it. When enough people actually connect with the great central sun with a pure intent to serve the world and its inhabitants then the planet will indeed become so immersed in the light that love will be the only thing capable of thriving in our bodies and in our world.

Love and Light,
Ted

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Saturday, January 05, 2019

Ted Murray––On Contacting Higher Dimensions (Messages from the Heart @ted@tennisfromtheheart.com) 






Dear Dorothy

"How do you experience the presence of higher dimensional beings who are here to support you? There are some people who can actually see, hear, or physically feel the presence of angels, guides, ancestors and other non-physical beings who are around them. For most people the sensation isn’t that clear or definitive. Does that mean they aren’t with you? Does that mean you are somehow at a lower level vibrationally? The beauty of our human journey is that each of us is unique. We all have different ways of experiencing the world and otherworldly phenomenon. We aren’t here to judge ourselves or others and pretend that we are more or less gifted than others.

The real key is your belief in the existence of loving beings who are here to help. If you don’t currently experience them, why not just have faith that they exist and pretend you can carry on a conversation with them. Ask a question and then sit in quiet meditation and see if a thought or feeling comes to you. With practice you may begin to recognize that the voices you thought were just your mind chatter may actually be from your guides. Have fun with it. Play with it with a lightness and sense of humor (they all have a great sense of humor!) without judging. Over time I know that you will be able to create your own pathway for this connection to either develop or to strengthen. At this crucial time in the history of the planet we each need all the help we can get. Why not call upon those amazingly powerful and loving beings who are so eager to assist if you just reach out to them with faith, love, and sincerity."

Love and Light,
Ted"

Note:  I fully agree with Ted.   I personally do not specifically identify the "inner guides" by name or appearance.  But I do sense that there is a personal connection with 'higher beings" who indeed are there to help.  I sometimes ask for this help in both small and larger matters.  Sometimes they give me guidance to find things I have absentmindedly misplaced.  Sometimes they give help on larger matters––such as how to find a suitable and inexpensive car.  And, at times, they send aid for even bigger needs––such as support for some upcoming medical procedure.

I think these invisible helpers are possibly your own 'higher selves" coming through from the unconscious to the conscious level.  Yet, because they are invisible and silent, they are also, paradoxically, separate unnamed beings, here to love and support you on your journey.  Some people call them angels.  They bring unconditional love.

We are all experiencing major changes within.  We are becoming new beings as we evolve.  These sensed presences are an important part of ourselves and the higher realities as we move through to the next stage of our common evolution.

Kabir said, 'Turn Me to Gold."  Is this what is happening to us now?

(image from internet––Getty images)


Friday, January 04, 2019

Five Guidelines for the Coming Year––Dorothy 





Five Guidelines for the Coming Year

We are now approaching the tipping point for the many earth changes and spiritual transformations now happening all around us and over the globe.  It is especially important to maintain balance and inner connection with our guides, our friends, and the divine reality at this key moment in human history.

We have all worked together to establish the field through our actions and attitudes to prepare for this current evolution of humanity into a higher level of functioning.  We are already more sensitive, more loving, more open to transfiguration.  We are now more in need of maintaining contact with each other and our divine source as we go through this time of major transfiguration.

Here are some suggestions for transiting this epic shift from one level of awareness to the next:

l. Keep in touch with your higher powers.  You can do this through sustained spiritual practice, calling on your guides or spiritual leaders for direction, meditation, yoga and other energetic practices, or simply by keeping aware of the need to be connected.

2  Know who you are and if you are not sure of the answer, then ask to know.

3. Each one of us has a role to play and an assignment to fulfill at this crucial time.  Ask to know what you assignment is (if you are not sure).  It will be something specifically tailored to you, in line with you own special gifts and abilities.

4. Ask how best to go about fulfilling your particular earth job.  You were chosen (and you chose) to be here at this time to play your part in this major happening.  It (your role) may seem minor, but it is crucial that each accept their proper responsibility to ensure the success of the movement.

5.  Practice love.  Do not criticize others for their shortcomings but ask that they be led to improvement through inner guidance.

Blessings to all.   We are one.

Dorothy Walters
January 4, 2019

(image from Hubble site)                                                                                                                                        

Thursday, January 03, 2019

Lawrence Edwards––New Year's Blessing 2019 




 Lawrence Edwards––New Year's Blessing 2019

May the New Year open its arms to you
as a lover too long separated from her beloved.

May the wondrous possibilities unfolding through time
bring your soul into communion with your Source.

May you know that what is past is truly gone, dissolved back into the Great Mother, persisting only in the mind clinging to it.

May Ma Kali dissolve all that binds you as easily as she does every moment, every hour, every day, every year – disappearing forever in her mysterious black void.

May wisdom infuse your heart and mind
with compassion, clarity, and patience.

May you see and feel the boundless love of the Divine
within everyone and everything at all times.

May the inexhaustible wellspring of your heart’s loving kindness
flow through you unimpeded, nurturing all you encounter.

May this year bring you closer to fully realizing the hidden majesty
and glory illuminating the purpose of your life moment by moment.

May you peacefully walk the earth effortlessly radiating
the Light and Love that are your true nature.

With love and respect for all,

Lawrence Edwards, PhD - Founder & Director
Anam Cara Meditation Foundation

Wednesday, January 02, 2019

from "Turn Me to Gold––108 Poems of Kabir" from Andrew Harvey 


from "Turn Me to Gold: 108 Poems of Kabir" from Andrew Harvey

There is a bird on this body tree
That dances in the ecstasy of life.
No one knows where it is,
And who could ever know
What its music means?
It nests where branches cast deep shadow;
It comes in the dusk and flies away at dawn
And never says a word of what it intends.
No one can tell me anything
About this bird that sings in my blood.
It isn’t colored or colorless;
It doesn’t have a form or outline;
It sits always in the shadow of love.
It lives within the Unreachable, the Boundless, the Eternal
And no one can tell when it comes or when it goes.

Kabir says, “Fellow seeker,
The mystery of this bird
Is marvelous and profound.
Be wise; struggle to know
Where this bird comes to rest.”
Wherever you go looking for Me
I’m already always by your side
I’m not in sacred places
I’m not in temple idols
I’m not in solitary retreats
I’m already always by your side.
I’m not in temples or mosques
I’m not in the Kaaba, not in Kailash
I’m already always by your side.
I’m not in austerities, not in meditation,
Not in feasts, not in fasts
Not in rituals laid down in sacred texts
Not in yogic exercises—
Look for Me with passionate sincerity
I’ll be beside you immediately.

Kabir says: seeker, listen to Me—
Where your deepest faith is, I am.
Between the posts of “conscious” and “unconscious”
The mind has strung a swing:
On it hangs all beings, all worlds
And it never stops swaying.
Millions of beings sit on it
And the sun and moon also,
Millions of eras come and go
But the swing remains.
Everything swings!
Sky and earth, air and water
And the Beloved Himself
As He comes into form—

Seeing this
Has made Kabir a servant.

Note:  This volume of translations from Andrew Harvey is a gorgeous book, both in content and appearance.  It includes moving images from India as an accompaniment to the poems.  Kabir distills the essence of spirituality in poetic form.  Strongly recommended.


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