Poetry

Who We Truly Are
Stop.
Listen.
Slow your self down.

Drop deep into
The soul of the world,
Where the words are already written
And the future is already spoken.

We are, cause we are, cause we are. 
(Cosmos we are. Yes, stars!)

This night is getting late
And it's still just morning.

Our task is the incarnate fully
To discover our soul’s gifts
And deliver them to the world.

At the still point, we remember.
Our wild roots.
Our ancient selves.
Life's original nature.

And who we truly are.
By Joshua Gorman (from the liminal space of late nights and newborn humans)
Soul receives from soul
Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book
    nor from tongue.
If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is
    illumination of heart.
Be Lost in the Call
Lord, said David, since you do not need us,
why did you create these two worlds?

Reality replied: O prisoner of time,
I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you've never seen the face.

Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw?
Yet clean away the mud and straw,
and a mirror might be revealed.

Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,
it isn't wine. If you wish your heart to be bright,
you must do a little work.

My King addressed the soul of my flesh:
You return just as you left.
Where are the traces of my gifts?

We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold.
This Sun doesn't want a crown or robe from God's grace.
He is a hat to a hundred bald men,
a covering for ten who were naked.

Jesus sat humbly on the back of an ass, my child!
How could a zephyr ride an ass?
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.

Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call.
"Love is a Stranger", Kabir Helminski Threshold Books, 1993
There is a community of the spirit
There is a community of the spirit.
Join it, and feel the delight
of walking in the noisy street
and being the noise.
Drink all your passion,
and be a disgrace.
Close both eyes
to see with the other eye.
From Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks