"The key to inner peace on a journey of self-discovery is to live between the worlds, not attached nor detached to one or the other.
It is a paradox in the first glance yet It is only the one eager and ambitious enough to reach on this journey that can realize individual needs don't stand on the way of compassion or self/god-realization. These two worlds complete each other, and in this integration of the microcosm and the macrocosm, a hero is born."
-Emanuel Nobody
Showing posts with label God-Realization. Show all posts
Showing posts with label God-Realization. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Monday, October 15, 2012
Like This...
"If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,
Like this.
When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,
Like this.
If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is,
or what "God’s fragrance" means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.
Like this.
When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe.
Like this.
If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don’t try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.
Like this. Like this.
When someone asks what it means
to "die for love," point
here.
If someone asks how tall I am, frown
and measure with your fingers the space
between the creases on your forehead.
This tall.
The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns.
When someone doesn’t believe that,
walk back into my house.
Like this.
When lovers moan,
they’re telling our story.
Like this.
I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
while the breeze says a secret.
Like this.
When someone asks what there is to do,
light the candle in his hand.
Like this.
How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob?
Huuuuu.
How did Jacob’s sight return?
Huuuu.
A little wind cleans the eyes.
Like this.
When Shams comes back from Tabriz,
he’ll put just his head around the edge
of the door to surprise us
Like this."
-Rumi
When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,
Like this.
If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is,
or what "God’s fragrance" means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.
Like this.
When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe.
Like this.
If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don’t try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.
Like this. Like this.
When someone asks what it means
to "die for love," point
here.
If someone asks how tall I am, frown
and measure with your fingers the space
between the creases on your forehead.
This tall.
The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns.
When someone doesn’t believe that,
walk back into my house.
Like this.
When lovers moan,
they’re telling our story.
Like this.
I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
while the breeze says a secret.
Like this.
When someone asks what there is to do,
light the candle in his hand.
Like this.
How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob?
Huuuuu.
How did Jacob’s sight return?
Huuuu.
A little wind cleans the eyes.
Like this.
When Shams comes back from Tabriz,
he’ll put just his head around the edge
of the door to surprise us
Like this."
-Rumi
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Becoming The Unknown
Become unrecognizable and unpredictable to yourself and you have attained.
-Emanuel Nobody
Artwork : blank book interface texture by http://40watt.biz
-Emanuel Nobody
Artwork : blank book interface texture by http://40watt.biz
Friday, August 10, 2012
On Authentic Spirituality
The true rebellion, is not when one raises a colorful flag with courage and goes against for example consumerism, environmental damage, LGBT rights and such, Not that these aren't precious or necessary but the true rebellion is a one man's path at most with the help of a rebel who has crossed the path before.
The true rebellion is psychological (More Jungian than Freudian) in nature. The true rebellion is spiritual in nature. When one goes against what philosophers have called existential anguish during the history of western philosophy specially focused on the human mind and emotion, the inevitable determined nature of being confined in a state of confusion, doubt, fear, anger, unhappiness and boredom (if there is a hint of intelligence, it gets worse)... what my dear existentialist friends call an unchangeable fact of human nature.
During human history only a few have dared to rebel against this "unchangeable" nature of the middle man... the man that is not animal anymore yet to become a god. The man that thinks, questions, develops grudge, desires and achieves... what he wills, at least most of the time.
He searches for something that has been missing since the birth trauma (or even further before)... something simple, you could call it peace of mind or simply put, peace.
I had a glimpse, (here he goes again! haha), something about three weeks of no thinking, inner peace, unconditional love and constant bliss not mentioning how everyday tasks as a 16/17 year old boy became so beautiful that making my bed was like kissing the lips of the goddess herself... No logic, absolutely no logic can explain what happened during those three weeks specially if you know me close enough to see my rage attacks, mental distractions and ongoing anxiety (popping pills like candy)
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It faded away... but I'm ok. it's dark, the light comes and goes but I'm mostly in the twilight waiting for the red serpent to say hello, waiting for the touch of her thumb on my forehead, to roar... to roar like a lion freed from his cage after a long long time, to couple with his mate again.
The true rebellion is psychological (More Jungian than Freudian) in nature. The true rebellion is spiritual in nature. When one goes against what philosophers have called existential anguish during the history of western philosophy specially focused on the human mind and emotion, the inevitable determined nature of being confined in a state of confusion, doubt, fear, anger, unhappiness and boredom (if there is a hint of intelligence, it gets worse)... what my dear existentialist friends call an unchangeable fact of human nature.
During human history only a few have dared to rebel against this "unchangeable" nature of the middle man... the man that is not animal anymore yet to become a god. The man that thinks, questions, develops grudge, desires and achieves... what he wills, at least most of the time.
He searches for something that has been missing since the birth trauma (or even further before)... something simple, you could call it peace of mind or simply put, peace.
I had a glimpse, (here he goes again! haha), something about three weeks of no thinking, inner peace, unconditional love and constant bliss not mentioning how everyday tasks as a 16/17 year old boy became so beautiful that making my bed was like kissing the lips of the goddess herself... No logic, absolutely no logic can explain what happened during those three weeks specially if you know me close enough to see my rage attacks, mental distractions and ongoing anxiety (popping pills like candy)
.
.
.
It faded away... but I'm ok. it's dark, the light comes and goes but I'm mostly in the twilight waiting for the red serpent to say hello, waiting for the touch of her thumb on my forehead, to roar... to roar like a lion freed from his cage after a long long time, to couple with his mate again.
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