Now is the time. Now is the time to know, that everything you do is sacred. Why, Oh, Why, do you throw stones at your heart? Now, why not consider a lasting truce with yourself? Now is the time to understand that all your ideas of right and wrong were just a child’s training wheels to be laid aside. When you can live with veracity & love… This is the…
Category: <span>ecstatic poetry</span>
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I am in need of music that would flow, over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, with melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow. Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low, of some song sung to rest the tired dead, A song to fall like water on my head. And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow! There is a magic made by melody: A spell of rest,…
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Time is a horse that moves with seven rays, with a thousand eyes, undecaying, who projects a manifold seed. Him the seers mount, illumined in mind. His wheels are all the worlds. Time moves seven wheels. He has seven mouths, whose center is immortal and undecaying. He anoints himself with all these worlds. He moves as the first of the Gods. A full vessel is set in time. May we…
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“My house says to me, “Do not leave me, for here dwells your past.” And the road says to me, “Come and follow me, for I am your future.” And I say to both my house and the road, “I have no past, nor have I a future. If I stay here, there is a going in my staying; and if I go there is a staying in…
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One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice– though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy…
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Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance, when you’re perfectly free. rumi
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I have just three things to teach: Simplicity, patience, compassion. These three are your greatest treasures. Simple in actions and in thoughts, You return to the source of being. Patient with both friends and enemies, You accord with the way things are. Compassionate toward yourself, You reconcile all beings in the world. Thus the wise man residing in the tao Sets an example for all beings. Because he doesn’t…
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In the beginning there was no existence. Existence appeared and grew. It became an egg. The egg broke open. One if its halves was of silver, the other gold. The silver half became this earth. The golden half became the sky. The membrane surrounding the white of the egg became the mountains. The membrane surrounding the yolk became mist and clouds. The blood vessels rivers. The white became the…
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He said, “Come to the Edge.” I said, “I can’t, I’m afraid.” He said, “Come to the Edge.” I said, “I can’t, I’ll fall off.” He said, finally, “Come to the Edge.” And I came to the Edge. And he pushed me. And I flew. Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918)
