Inspiration

Large pink flowerIf you love

You might quiet the whole world for a second
if you pray.

And if you love, if you
really love,

our guns will
wilt.

 

St. John of the Cross

St. John of the Cross, (1542-1591) has long been recognised as one of the world’s great mystical poets.

Born in Spain to a Jewish family, they became “conversos”, forced Christians.  He met St. Teresa of Avila when he as in his 20’s and she in her 50’s.  About him, she said :~  “He was the most angelic human being I have ever encountered.”
St. John was kidnapped and imprisoned by monks in Toledo because of the reform movement of the Carmelite order, of which he was a part. He was hideously tortured and beaten by his fellow priests and yet miraculously composed some of his greatest poetry in prison. The most prolific period of his life followed imprisonment. In solitude, surrounded by the clarity and beauty of the Andalusian landscape in Spain, he came to know days of heaven on earth.

 

 We Are Fields Before Each Other

Field of poppiesPoppy flower

How is it that they live for eons in such harmony –
the billions of stars –

when most men can barely go a minute
without declaring war in their mind against someone they know.

There are wars where no one marches with a flag,
though that does not keep the casualties
from mounting.

Our hearts irrigate this earth.
We are fields before
one another.

How can we live in harmony?
First we need to
know

we are all madly in love
with the same
God.

 

~ St. Thomas Aquinas

 

What If?

What if our religion was each other?

WaterfallIf our practice was our life?

If prayer was our words?

What if the Temple was the Earth?

If forests were our church?

If holy water—the rivers, lakes and oceans?

What if meditation was our relationships?

If the Teacher was life?

If wisdom was self-knowledge?

If love was the center of our being

~ Ganga White

 

 In My Soul

Path through a fieldIn
my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
where I kneel.

Prayer should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist.

Is there not a region of love where the sovereignty is
illumined nothing,

where ecstasy gets poured into itself
and becomes
lost,

where the wing is fully alive
but has no mind or
body?

In
my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque,
a church

that dissolve, that
dissolve in
God.

Rabia

Rabia was a female Islamic Saint (c.717-801), who grew up in the part of Mesopotamia that is now Iraq.

The story connected with her birth tells of the Prophet Mohammed appearing to her father in a dream to tell him that his daughter would be revered as a great saint.  She became separated from her impoverished family and was sold into sexual slavery.  Rabia may be a timely spiritual voice for our time, especially for any person who has had to suffer the emotionally crippling degradation of unwanted touch.  Although both physically and sexually abused from a very early age, she still became one of the greatest women saints, and poets, known to history.

SeascapeAll are returning to me

God, Self, Consciousness
are One.
It manifests as different temperaments,
instilling faith, devotion,
and love in some,
while an inquisitive, introverted,
or philosophical attitude predominate
in others.

God whispers:
“All are returning to Me.”

Given that each river merges with the ocean,
why hold the attitude
that yours is the sole or superior way?

All rivers lose their name when
they enter the Ocean ~ the womb of Being.

~ Mooji

 

Field and skyWith boundless mind

Even as a mother
At the risk of her life,
Would watch over her only child,
So let us
With boundless mind
and goodwill
Survey the whole world.

~ The Buddha  (c. 563- 483 BC) India.

 

Cloudy sunsetOne God

As the rain dripping from the sky
Wends its way toward the ocean,
So the prostrations offered in all faiths
Reach the One God, who is supreme.

~ From the Rig Veda (c.1500-1000 BC) India

 

Moon over a templeWith one Voice

In the adorations and benedictions of the righteous
The praises of all the prophets are kneaded together.
All their praises are mingled into one stream,
All the vessels are emptied into one ewer,
Because He that is praised is, in fact, only One.
In this respect all religions are only one religion,
Because all praises are directed towards God’s light.

~ Jalil al-Din Rumi, (1207-73) Persia