Listen saints, worship of God is difficult to find –
You can’t put worship into words.
It’s through a master you attain the Perfect One, saints –
Because he gets you to meditate on the Name. Continue reading
Stretching for the ideal! Continue reading
When I see him, I sing –
That’s how this nothing of a slave
Became tranquil, patient:
When you meet the radiance of the true master,
You merge in song!
Where he makes the dazzling light visible,
The unstruck sound rings out. Continue reading
You have been unhappy, soul, I know –
Ever since the day you lost remembrance of the Sound
And made friends with the mind.
This fool of a mind tied you to the body
Because it is tantalized
By the taste of sense pleasures. Continue reading
This is Mira in a lighter mood. Nice to know she wasn’t always agonizing in separation from her Beloved!
Listen, my friends – I’ll sing you a song of sixes!
A one: A gong resounds
Inside your body, endlessly.
A two: Inside this body of ten doors
A huge drum is beating, night and day.
A three: Inside this body
Are flower-filled fields and gardens. Continue reading
I am circling around God… and I have been circling for a thousand years, and I still don’t know if I am a falcon, a storm, a great song – or a tiny little seed.
Posted in Mystical poems Tagged David Steindl-Rast, God, inner sound, light, love, pain of separation, Ravisher of Hearts, Rilke, Rumi, seeking, voice