Friday, February 10, 2017

The Color of Your Ocean Will Change...



The Color of Your Ocean Will Change

It is possible that just a drop of dye from
a vial the Friend holds could change the color 
of an ocean.

I know I have talked about this in different
poems, this basic concept,

but will now say it from a slightly different
angle in case that first arrow I shot completely
missed.

The presence of a Perfect One reaches a seed that
is planted in you,

and from that divine warmth, God will lose His
shyness, thaw as it were, and no matter what now,

Now matter what you do , the sacred will begin to 
grow inside. The color of your ocean will change.

The drop of holy water, the needed dye, has 
touched your forehead,

the air did that to you at birth, as did the first
hands that touched you,

and the soft walls - so many times- of your
Mother's  womb you lay against.

~Hafiz

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

''Old ideas"...




''Old ideas" are the left overs of formatory mind. 
It is important to let go and be open and free 
to the flow of the inner world. 
The machine always creates denying force, 
most of it is not real. 
To stay in a high place of hydrogens is a good foundation. 
Old Ideas often pop up in a state of identification; 
if I am really open they often vanish.
~S

Monday, February 6, 2017

The Work is Happening...




"The work is happening amongst us 
on every level but also on a great Cosmic scale."
~ Rodney Collin

Friday, February 3, 2017

If One Learns to Listen to Heart...


If one learns to listen to heart, it will tell one things so clearly—
what must be done, what must not be done, 
the real nature of people and places and things. 
Only it speaks so quietly, so subtly, 
and immediately a flood of reactions, explanations, 
excuses, theories have swamped it, 
and we do not even recognize it speak. 
Only listening carefully to what it wants to say, 
and remaining still until it has spoken, 
one cannot really do the wrong thing.
~Rodney Collin


Wednesday, February 1, 2017

When Speaking with a Student...



When speaking with a student 
who is photographing me with love, 
I can hear things I would not be able to hear otherwise. 
Especially when that photograph increases my understanding, 
and allows me to look on my frailties with love, 
instead of judgement.
~J