" . . . Who Art In Heaven"

 

In one breath drawn you can know Him,
in one breath, on each breath, if you can train your mind
to concentrate without ego and without thought of "egolessness".
Just you be – and breathe. Love will teach.

Do you see that cosmos, with all its vast power?
It's all show, but a reflection of His infinity.
Your puny insignificant form against That
is precisely the very love-vessel into which
He will pour all that infinity, when by His grace
you have attained to the potential for which
you took birth, however many Human births it takes.

Would you for one moment hold That enormous love for you
in the pearl of your heart, in the flame of your belly,
in the long intoned chord of your soul, the sound of the Name.
"Shem" is Name, "Shemaya" is Heaven: the Realm of Name.

What you call mind will never come close to comprehending,
as it predates your birth and is your Source.
It is not for you to comprehend but to re-member,
and still not comprehend – yet remembering, embody.
To remember is to know this love is with you, 
whatever the idiot others reflect back at you – there are no others,
there is but this: you are loved by That, as you come from it.

And there you return, for it postdates your passing from this life.
You want to fixate on heaven-and-hell? ... Knock yourself out,
you cannot eat them, they will not nourish but leave you empty,
in hunger and loss and fear and wishful delusion, doubt and abandonment.
How will you treat others then, how will you treat yourself?

Look at That! When you know that you are loved by Him,
and heir to that love, whom will you fear – here or there or hereafter?
Behold That and become full with it, gorge yourself on that love,
there is energy no sport-drink will ever give you, you will feel fresh
in your Body, this little Human Body of atoms and molecules and cells
all feeding on that conscious intelligent breath taking in all that love.

Claim your sovereign heritage, bring the universe into your own house.

Faithing the Music – For a Song

The love which I bear the reader is not my love,

nor mine to own nor claim; for were it that

it would be limited by my own weak capacity to bear its fullness.

No, the love which I bear my reader is my Source, not I its –

it is a love of overwhelming proportion, blinding

with its vastly unlimited presence while likewise focusing

on whomever appears before me.

The love which I bear the reader includes you and me both,

embraces us equally on a breath so fine, so subtle, so intimate.

This love includes alike all forebears, after-bears, grizzly Yogi-bears,

and all future generations to come.

I'll confide to the reader, but only for love of you:

the in-tone-ation of love's mantra is just the engine it takes

to power all this. It is not religious songs or hymns – these are all

about God in your life, you sing them, that's good, they may inspire;

but … that comes and goes. Even at their best, they are still: mind.

This however, is something else, this engine: it is God in every syllable,

it is hear and now and in reality – and it sings you, it's not about but is –

you're the Music – it is consciousness itself,

conscientiously paying attention.

And the secret of its working is this:

no ego taking it hostage, no I-dentification,

just going back into and back into and back into

the tone in depth – letting it vibrate, circulate in the chest,

in the crown, the throat and the belly, the gonads and anus, every limb –

undoing knots, opening doors. Let that engine idle (just don't you be idle):

don't let your ideals become I-deals and then from there I-dolls,

for Joyful Joe reminded: "No-Mind makes no deal!"

Proof of love's mantra is this: where no comfort may be possible

in your own worst trials, this quite guarantees it.

This sovereign joy no one can take from you,

it is your heritage and your birthright, there on your own tongue;

in every fresh timeless syllable is poignantly, majestically That

which alone draws the grace of faith and the line of your destiny.

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http://samuelinayatchisti.blogspot.de/2014/05/which-mantra-which-dhikr.html

 

Brick of Possibilities

Religion reminds one of a brick.
You take a fine, sturdy, dumb brick.
Paint it in your best hand, make that
Christ or Cross, Krishna or Kabir,
inscribe the entire Qur'an or Torah there,
or Siri Guru Granth Sahib of the Sikhs –
literally, it's all been done.

And it's still a brick, but what a brick!
If you paint on it that which binds you
with your most sincerely cherished Love,
then please do it, I'll weave garlands with you
and we'll place them there together.

Knowing that a brick is a brick,
we'll contemplate together and open our hearts
to what's creatively imaged into that brick;
knowing that as what was painted came from within,
so is the very Love and Source being depicted –
and the intimate Knowledge of That – entirely within,
to be merely, albeit strongly, reminded, directed there again.

But shall this be the brick of Cain or of Cathedral?
The brick of Egypt or of the Bridge which bonds us
in mutual sovereignty?

If it's to whack another in the chops or break windows
or be more bric-à-brac to keep you off-track –
then we have a problem, then a brick really is just a brick.

Let each have their brick most suitable or exchange them –
you can't exchange the Self anyway, there is only one of That.
Yes, a brick's a brick – but oh, what a fine looking brick indeed!

Source

To a trickle of water I spoke,
a droplet thereof I addressed:
behold the vast ocean, great river – and sea!
That all is there, in you, you're wet with That:
lifetimes and generations, form after form,
in all that you've weathered, your Father/Mother - and whether
you grasp this or not, it Matters not:
in every atom reeling, molecule, and cell is the genetic image
of your very Source -
(O Human, being – try seeing yourSelf in this droplet)
...so be great, or don't, it's alright,
a wave – a rave, a steam – esteem, a body Mass or a pearly drop:
you came from There, you return There, you are There -
so water you thinking?