Poem by St.Augustine

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Wonder...

People travel to wonder at the height of mountains,
at the huge waves of the sea,
at the long courses of rivers,
at the vast compass of the ocean,
at the circular motion of the stars;
And they pass by themselves without wondering.


This was written by St.Augustine
 

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Meditation is not to escape from society, but to come
back to ourselves and see what is going on. Once there is
seeing, there must be acting. With mindfulness, we know
what to do and what not to do to help.
~ Thich Nhat Hanh
 

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Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
you will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine
rooms, nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals:
not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding
around your own neck, nor ineating nothing but
vegetables.
When you really look for me, you will see me
instantly --
you will find me in the tiniest house of time.
Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God?
He is the breath inside the breath.

This is by Kabir
 

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The bhakti path winds in a delicate way.
On this path there is no asking and no not asking.
The ego simply disappears the moment you touch

him.
The joy of looking for him is so immense that you

just dive in,
and coast around like a fish in the water.
If anyone needs a head, the lover leaps up to offer

his.
Kabir's poems touch on the secrets of this bhakti.

Again by Kabir and both poems were translated by Robert Bly
 

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To Wang Lun

Li Po takes a boat and is about to depart
When suddenly he hears the sound of footsteps
and singing on the shore.
The water in the Peach Blossom pool is
a thousand feet deep
But not as deep as Wang Lun's parting love for me

By Li Bai Tr. Liu Wu-Chi
 

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Cyprian, in my dream
by Sappho

Cyprian, in my dream
the folds of a purple
kerchief shadowed
your cheeks --- the one

Timas one time sent,
a timid gift, all
the way from Phocaea

Sappho
tr. Barnard
 

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LXXIII The Choice, III
by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Think thou and act; to-morrow thou shalt die
Outstretch'd in the sun's warmth upon the shore,
Thou say'st: "Man's measur'd path is all gone o'er:
Up all his years, steeply, with strain and sigh,
Man clomb until he touch'd the truth; and I,
Even I, am he whom it was destin'd for."
How should this be? Art thou then so much more
Than they who sow'd, that thou shouldst reap thereby?

Nay, come up hither. From this wave-wash'd mound
Unto the furthest flood-brim look with me;
Then reach on with thy thought till it be drown'd.
Miles and miles distant though the last line be,
And though thy soul sail leagues and leagues beyond,--
Still, leagues beyond those leagues, there is more sea.
 

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Just don't seek from another
Or you'll be far estranged from self.
I now go on alone
Meeting it everywhere
It now is just what I am
I now am not it.
You must comprehend in this way
To merge with thusness.

- Dongshan (771-853)
 

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Keep your heart clear and transparent
And you will never be bound.
A single disturbed thought, though,
Creates ten thousand distractions.
Let myriad things captivate you
And you'll go further and further astray.
How painful to see people
All wrapped up in themselves.

~Ryokan
 

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Profound and tranquil, free from complexity, Uncompounded
luminous clarity, Beyond the mind of conceptual ideas This is
the depth of the mind of the Victorious Ones. In this there is
not a thing to be removed Nor anything that needs to be added.
It is merely the immaculate Looking naturally at itself.

~Nyoshul Khenpo Rinpoche
Quoted in 'The Direct Path' Andrew Harvey
 
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