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Wage Peace

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by Judyth Hill Judyth's poem follows the form of the Tibetan Buddhist meditation, Tonglen . Try it with your own breath, "Breathe in confusion and breathe out maple trees." Or make it your own. W age peace with your breath. Breathe in firemen and rubble, breathe out whole buildings and flocks of blackbirds. Breathe in terrorists and breathe out sleeping children and freshly mown fields. Breathe in confusion and breathe out maple trees. Breathe in the fallen and breathe out lifelong friendships intact. Wage peace with your listening: hearing sirens, pray loud. Remember your tools: flower seeds, clothes pins, clean rivers. Make soup. Learn to knit and make a hat. Think of chaos as dancing raspberries, imagine grief as the outbreath of beauty or the gesture of fish. Swim for the other side. Wage peace. Never has the world seemed so fresh and precious. Have a cup of tea and rejoice. Act as if armistice has already arrive

“You don’t owe me.”

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by Hafiz Even after all this time the Sun never says to the Earth, “You owe me.” Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky. For more poems by Hafiz and Rumi..

A Man Talking To His House

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by Jelelludin Rumi I say that no one in this caravan is awake and that while you sleep, a thief is stealing the signs and symbols of what you thought was your life. Now you're angry with me for telling you this! Pay attention to those who hurt your feelings telling you the truth. Giving and absorbing compliments is like trying to paint on water, that insubstantial. Here is how a man once talked with his house, “Please, if you're ever about to collapse, let me know.” One night without a word the house fell. “What happened to our agreement?” The house answered, “Day and night I've been telling you with cracks and broken boards and holes appearing like mouths opening. But you kept patching and filling those with mud, so proud of your stopgap masonry. You didn't listen.” This house is your body always saying, I'm leaving; I'm going soon. Don't hide from one who knows the secret. Drink the wine of turning toward God. Don'

"Dolls That Pull the Stuffing Out of Each Other"

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by Rumi You that give nourishment and steadiness and freedom, give the bent soul strength to stand up straight in the work it knows it's here to do. Give us patience and generosity and clarity to see through the images that appear. There is a coarse desire that wants world-power; there are armies that kill their own relatives; and there is the bitter pleasure of dolls that pull the stuffing out of each other. Read the passionate love stories again. Notice how everyone perishes in what is not love. Love is when the holy nothingness loves itself. Jealousies come as kindness turns cruel. If there were no legal punishment, no threat of prison, people would shred their enemies, the so-called lovers. Envy connects deeply with the old ambition of fallen angels, who do exist, and they have human helpers who try to destroy anyone who has loved and received wisdom from a teacher. Mathnawi V: 1197-1225 Version by Coleman Barks

My Brilliant Image

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by Hafiz One day the sun admitted, “I am just a shadow. I wish I could show you The infinite Incandescence That had cast my brilliant image!” “I wish I could show you, When you are lonely or in darkness, The Astonishing Light Of your own Being!” For more poems by Hafiz and Rumi..

A King Dressed As a Servant

by Jelalludin Rumi A sweet voice calls out, "The caravan from Egypt is here!" A hundred camels with what amazing treasure! Midnight, a candle and someone quietly waking me, "Your friend has come." I spring out of my body, put a ladder to the roof, and climb up to see if it's true. Suddenly, there is a world within this world! An ocean inside the water jar! A king sitting with me wearing the uniform of a servant! A garden in the chest of the gardener! I see how love has "thoughts," and that these thoughts are circulating in conversation with majesty. Let me keep opening this moment like a dead body reviving. Shamsi Tabriz saw the placeless one and from That, made a place. (Ghazal 2730, Version by Coleman Barks) For more poems by Hafiz and Rumi..

A Zero-Circle

by Jellaludin Rumi Be helpless and dumbfounded, unable to say yes or no. Then a stretcher will come from grace to gather us up. We are too dulleyed to see the beauty. If we say "Yes we can," we'll be lying. If we say "No, we don't see it," that "No" will behead us and shut tight our window into spirit. So let us not be sure of anything, besides ourselves, and only that, so miraculous beings come running to help. Crazed, lying in a zero-circle, mute, we will be saying finally, with tremendous eloquence, "Lead us." When we've totally surrendered to that beauty, we'll become a mighty kindness. (Mathnawi IV, 3748-3754, translated by Coleman Barks) For more poems by Hafiz and Rumi..

WE HAVE NOT COME TO TAKE PRISONERS

by Hafiz We have not come here to take prisoners, But to surrender ever more deeply To freedom and joy. We have not come into this exquisite world To hold ourselves hostage from love. Run my dear, From anything That may not strengthen Your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, From anyone likely To put a sharp knife Into the sacred, tender vision Of your beautiful heart. We have a duty to befriend Those aspects of obedience That stand outside of our house And shout to our reason "O please, O please, Come out and play." For we have not come here to take prisoners Or to confine our wondrous spirits, But to experience ever and ever more deeply Our divine courage, freedom and Light! from "The Gift ~ versions of Hafiz" by Daniel Ladinsky For more poems by Hafiz and Rumi..

The Guest House

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by Jelalludin Rumi This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. Coleman Barks trans. For more poems by Hafiz and Rumi..

This is not a courtroom anymore!

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by Hafiz For more poems by Hafiz and Rumi.. This is not a courtroom anymore! The time of judging who's drunk or sober, who's right or wrong, who's closer to God or farther away, all that's over. This caravan is led instead by a great Delight, the simple joy that sits with us now, that is the grace. Hafiz, it may be that you've just poured a toast that will wash love clean of all it's pictures.

Come, come, whoever you are

by Jelalludin Rumi Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you've broken your vow a thousand times. Come, yet again, come. Coleman Barks trans. For more poems by Hafiz and Rumi..

The Shop

by Rumi Lightning falling on the helpless, a surge of pearl out of the rock covering the rock, this life torn into a hundred pieces, and one of those pieces a ticket to let me back into my life. A spirit world divided into eight sections, one a scroll. Eight scrolls in the parchment of your face. What kind of bird am I becoming, kneeling like a camel, pecking at the fire like an ostrich? You and I have worked in the same shop for years. Our loves are great fellow workers. Friends cluster there, and every moment we notice a new light coming out in the sky. Invisible, yet taking form, like Christ coming through Mary. In the cradle, God. Shams, why this inconsistency that we live with love, and yet we run away? Coleman Barks trans. For more poems by Hafiz and Rumi..

I've Broken Through To Longing

by Jellaludin Rumi I've broken through to longing Now, filled with a grief I have Felt before, but never like this. The center leads to love. Soul opens the creation core. Hold on to your particular pain. That too can take you to God. Coleman Barks trans. For more poems by Hafiz and Rumi..

Cast All Your Votes For Dancing

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by Hafiz for Morgan I know the voice of depression Still calls to you. I know those habits that can ruin your life Still send their invitations. But you are with the Friend now And look so much stronger. You can stay that way And even bloom! Keep squeezing drops of the Sun From your prayers and work and music And from your companions' beautiful laughter. Keep squeezing drops of the Sun From the sacred hands and glance of your Beloved And, my dear, From the most insignificant movements Of your own holy body. Learn to recognize the counterfeit coins That may buy you just a moment of pleasure, But then drag you for days Like a broken man Behind a farting camel. You are with the Friend now. Learn what actions of yours delight Him, What actions of yours bring freedom And Love. Whenever you say God's name, dear pilgrim, My ears wish my head was missing So they could finally kiss each other And applaud all your nourishing wisdom!