Inspirational Spirituality & Enlightenment Poems&Quotes:Rumi,Hafez,Osho and Rainer Maria Rilke

Music:
Tum Hi Ho-Aashiqui(Instrumental)

Look at love
Rumi

look at love
how it tangles
with the one fallen in love

look at spirit
how it fuses with earth
giving it new life
why are you so busy
with this or that or good or bad
pay attention to how things blend

why talk about all
the known and the unknown
see how the unknown merges into the known

why think separately
of this life and the next
when one is born from the last

look at your heart and tongue
one feels but deaf and dumb
the other speaks in words and signs

look at water and fire
earth and wind
enemies and friends all at once

the wolf and the lamb
the lion and the deer
far away yet together

look at the unity of this
spring and winter
manifested in the equinox

you too must mingle my friends
since the earth and the sky
are mingled just for you and me

be like sugarcane
sweet yet silent
don’t get mixed up with bitter words

my beloved grows right out of my own heart
how much more union can there be

I regard not the outside and the words
Rumi

I regard not the outside and the words,
I regard the inside and the state of the heart.
I look at the heart if it be humble,
Though the words may be the reverse of humble.
Because the heart is substance,and words accidents,
Accidents are only a means,substance is the final cause.
How long will thou dwell on words and superficialities?
A burning heart is what I want; consort with burning!
Kindle in the heart the flame of love,
And burn up utterly thoughts and fine expressions.

There is some kiss we want
Rumi

There is some kiss we want
with our whole lives,
the touch of Spirit on the body.

Seawater begs the pearl
to break its shell.

And the lily,how passionately
it needs some wild Darling!

At night,I open the window
and ask the moon to come
and press its face against mine.
Breathe into me.

Close the language-door,
and open the love-window.

The moon won’t use the door,
only the window.

let the spirit speak
Osho

Do not worry if our harp breaks
thousands more will appear.
We have fallen in the arms of love
where all is music.
If all harps in the world
were burned down.
Still inside the heart
there will be hidden
music playing.

Do not worry if all the candles
in the world flicker and die
we have the spark
that starts the fire
the song we sing
are like foam on the surface
on the sea of being.

While the precious gems
lie deep beneath
But the tenderness in our songs
is a reflection of what is hidden
in the depths.
Stop the flow of you words
open the window of your heart
and let the spirit speak.

We Have Not Come to Take Prisoners
Hafiz

We have not come here to take prisoners,
But to surrender ever more deeply
To freedom and joy.

We have not come into this exquisite world
To hold ourselves hostage from love.

Run my dear,
From anything
That may not strengthen
Your precious budding wings.

Run like hell my dear,
From anyone likely
To put a sharp knife
Into the sacred,tender vision
Of your beautiful heart.

We have a duty to befriend
Those aspects of obedience
That stand outside of our house
And shout to our reason
“O please, O please,
Come out and play.”

For we have not come here to take prisoners
Or to confine our wondrous spirits,

But to experience ever and ever more deeply
Our divine courage, freedom and
Light!

MY BRILLIANT IMAGE
Hafiz

One day the sun admitted,
I am just a shadow.
I wish I could show you the infinite incandescence
That has cast my brilliant image!
I wish I could show you,
When you are lonely or in darkness,
The astonishing Light
Of your own Being!

IT FELT LOVE
Hafiz
How did the rose ever open its heart
And give to this world
All its beauty?
It felt the encouragement of light
Against its being,
Otherwise, we all remain too frightened.

I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone
Rainer Maria Rilke

I am much too alone in this world,yet not alone
enough
to truly consecrate the hour.
I am much too small in this world,yet not small
enough
to be to you just object and thing,
dark and smart.
I want my free will and want it accompanying
the path which leads to action;
and want during times that beg questions,
where something is up,
to be among those in the know,
or else be alone.

I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection,
never be blind or too old
to uphold your weighty wavering reflection.
I want to unfold.
Nowhere I wish to stay crooked,bent;
for there I would be dishonest,untrue.
I want my conscience to be
true before you;
want to describe myself like a picture I observed
for a long time,one close up,
like a new word I learned and embraced,
like the everday jug,
like my mother’s face,
like a ship that carried me along
through the deadliest storm.

Reflections On Science,Intelligence & Teaching :Science & the aesthetic sense by Richard Fynman *Two Kinds of Intelligence by Rumi *On teaching by Khalil Gibran

Music:
Nights of Silk and Tears-Ernesto Cortazar

Emile Vernon Painting

Science & the aesthetic sense
Richard P. Feynman

I have a friend who’s an artist and has sometimes taken
a view which I don’t agree with very well. He’ll hold up
a flower and say “look how beautiful it is,” and I’ll
agree. Then he says “I as an artist can see how beautiful
this is but you as a scientist take this all apart and
it becomes a dull thing,” and I think that he’s kind
of nutty. First of all, the beauty that he sees is
available to other people and to me too, I believe.

Although I may not be quite as refined aesthetically as
he is … I can appreciate the beauty of a flower.
At the same time, I see much more about the flower than
he sees. I could imagine the cells in there,
the complicated actions inside, which also have a beauty.
I mean it’s not just beauty at this dimension, at one
centimeter; there’s also beauty at smaller dimensions,
the inner structure, also the processes.

The fact that the colors in the flower evolved in order
to attract insects to pollinate it is interesting;
it means that insects can see the color. It adds
a question: does this aesthetic sense also exist in
the lower forms? Why is it aesthetic? All kinds of
interesting questions which the science knowledge
only adds to the excitement, the mystery and the awe
of a flower. It only adds. I don’t understand how it subtracts.

Two Kinds of Intelligence
Rumi

There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired,
as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts
from books and from what the teacher says,
collecting information from the traditional sciences
as well as from the new sciences.

With such intelligence you rise in the world.
You get ranked ahead or behind others
in regard to your competence in retaining
information. You stroll with this intelligence
in and out of fields of knowledge, getting always more
marks on your preserving tablets.

There is another kind of tablet, one
already completed and preserved inside you.
A spring overflowing its springbox. A freshness
in the center of the chest. This other intelligence
does not turn yellow or stagnate. It’s fluid,
and it doesn’t move from outside to inside
through conduits of plumbing-learning.

This second knowing is a fountainhead
from within you, moving out.

On Teaching
Khalil Gibran

No man can reveal to you aught but that which already
lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.

The teacher who walks in the shadow of the temple,
among his followers, gives not of his wisdom but rather
of his faith and his lovingness.

If he is indeed wise he does not bid you enter the house
of his wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold
of your own mind.

The astronomer may speak to you of his understanding of
space, but he cannot give you his understanding.

The musician may sing to you of the rhythm which is in
all space, but he cannot give you the ear which arrests
the rhythm nor the voice that echoes it.

And he who is versed in the science of numbers can tell
of the regions of weight and measure, but he cannot
conduct you thither.

For the vision of one man lends not
its wings to another man.

And even as each one of you stands alone in God’s
knowledge, so must each one of you be alone in his
knowledge of God and in his understanding of the earth.

Inspirational love quotes & poems by rumi

Music:
IGOR KRUTOY-You Were Sent To Me By God

Richard Johnson art

O Love
Rumi

O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now,
Be all – worlds dissolve into your
stainless endless radiance,
Frail living leaves burn with your brighter
than cold stares –
Make me your servant, your breath, your core.

Love is the cure
Rumi

Love is the cure,
for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain
until your eyes constantly exhale love
as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.

With the Beloved’s water of life, no illness remains
In the Beloved’s rose garden of union, no thorn remains.
They say there is a window from one heart to another
How can there be a window where no wall remains?
Rumi

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty,
how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where
no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight
becomes this art.
Rumi


Richard johnson Art

The Way Things Should
Rumi

What will
our children do in the morning?
Will they wake with their hearts wanting to play,
the way wings
should?

Will they have dreamed the needed
flights and gathered
the strength from the planets
that all men and women
need to balance the wonderful charms
of the earth
so that her power and beauty does
not make us forget our own?

I know all about the ways of
the heart–how it wants to be alive.
Love so needs to love
that it will endure almost anything,
even abuse,
just to flicker for a moment.

But the sky’s mouth is kind,
its song will never hurt you,
for I sing those words.
What will our children do in the morning
if they do not see us fly?

Love
Rumi

Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation?
What do you know of Love except the name?
Love has a hundred forms of pride and disdain,
and is gained by a hundred means of persuasion.
Since Love is loyal, it purchases one who is loyal:
it has no interest in a disloyal companion.

The human being resembles a tree;
its root is a covenant with God:
that root must be cherished with all one’s might.
A weak covenant is a rotten root, without grace or fruit.
Though the boughs and leaves of the date palm are green,
greenness brings no benefit if the root is corrupt.
If a branch is without green leaves, yet has a good root,
a hundred leaves will put forth their hands in the end.

Do You Love Me?
Rumi

A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?

The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.

I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.

I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.

I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.

If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.

Raise your words, not voice by Rumi

Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
Rumi

You know what love is by Rumi

You know what love is?
It is all kindness, generosity.
Disharmony prevails when
You confuse lust with love, while
The distance between the two
Is endless.
Rumi

light quotes

Into my heart’s night
Along a narrow way
I groped; and lo! the light,
An infinite land of day.

Rumi

The black moment is the moment when the real message of transformation is going to come. At the darkest moment comes the light.
Joseph Campbell

God presents Himself in the light; He also conceals Himself by the light—just as we present ourselves in our garments and conceal ourselves by our garments.
John Pulsford

Inspirational contemplative poems on Spirituality,Tolerance and Humanity:Only Breath by rumi/Wonder by Ibn Arabi/In my soul by rabia/Go not to the temple by Tagore /To live of Love bySaint Teresa of Lisieux/Men Whom Men Condemn as Ill by Joaquin Miller

Music:
Omar Faruk Tekbilek – Hasret(yearning)

Only Breath
Rumi

Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu
Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion

or cultural system. I am not from the East
or the West, not out of the ocean or up

from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not
composed of elements at all. I do not exist,

am not an entity in this world or in the next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve or any

origin story. My place is placeless, a trace
of the traceless. Neither body or soul.

I belong to the beloved, have seen the two
worlds as one and that one call to and know,

first, last, outer, inner, only that
breath breathing human being.


John Atkinson Grimshaw art

In my soul
rabi’a al adawiyya

In my Soul there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church where I kneel. Prayer should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist.
Is there not a region of Love, where the Sovereignty is illuminated nothing, Where ecstasy gets poured into itself and becomes lost,
Where the wing is fully alive but has no mind or body?
In my Soul there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church that dissolves,
That dissolves in God.

Wonder
Ibn ‘Arabi

O Marvel! a garden amidst the flames.
My heart has become capable of every form:
it is a pasture for gazelles
and a convent for Christian monks,
and a temple for idols and the pilgrim’s Kaa’ba,
and the tables of the Torah and the book of the Quran.
I follow the religion of Love:
whatever way Love’s camels take,
that is my religion and my faith.

Men Whom Men Condemn as Ill
Joaquin Miller

In men whom men condemn as ill
I find so much of goodness still,
In men whom men pronounce divine
I find so much of sin and blot,
I do not dare to draw a line
Between the two, where God has not.

Who now shall accuse and arraign us?
What man shall condemn and disown?
Since Christ has said only the stainless
Shall cast at his fellows a stone.

To live of love
Saint Teresa of Lisieux

To live of love it is to sail afar
And bring both peace and joy where’er I be.
0 Pilot blest! love is my guiding star;
In every soul I meet, Thyself I see.
Safe sail I on, through wind or rain or ice;
Love urges me, love conquers every gale.
High on my mast behold is my device:
“By love I sail!”

Go not to the temple
by Rabindranath Tagore

Go not to the temple to put flowers upon the feet of God,
First fill your own house with the Fragrance of love…

Go not to the temple to light candles before the altar of God,
First remove the darkness of sin from your heart…

Go not to the temple to bow down your head in prayer,
First learn to bow in humility before your fellowmen…

Go not to the temple to pray on bended knees,
First bend down to lift someone who is down-trodden…

Go not to the temple to ask for forgiveness for your sins,
First forgive from your heart those who have sinned against you.


Herbert Arnould Olivier art

If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
1 Corinthians 13:1-8

Inspiring Love and humanism reflections and quotes by Bertrand Russell,C. JoyBell C,Rumi,Lao Tzu,Rainer Maria Rilke

Music:
Joshua Bell,Ladies in Lavender(OST)

The life of Man is a long march through the night, surrounded by invisible foes, tortured by weariness and pain, towards a goal that few can hope to reach, and where none may tarry long. One by one, as they march, our comrades vanish form our sight, seized by the silent orders of omnipotent Death. Very brief is the time in which we can help them, in which their happiness or misery is decided. Be it ours to shed sunshine on their path, to lighten their sorrows by the balm of sympathy, to give them the pure joy of a never-tiring affection, to strengthen failing courage, to instill faith in times of despair.
Bertrand Russell

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a great ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.

I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy – ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness–that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what–at last–I have found.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.

Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate this evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.
Bertrand Russell

Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others’ faults. Be like running water for generosity. Be like the Earth for modesty. Appear as you are. Be as you appear.
Rumi

This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor…Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.
Rumi


Leonid Afremov Art

You can talk with someone for years, everyday, and still, it won’t mean as much as what you can have when you sit in front of someone, not saying a word, yet you feel that person with your heart, you feel like you have known the person for forever…. connections are made with the heart, not the tongue.
C. JoyBell C.

I consider myself a stained-glass window. And this is how I live my life. Closing no doors and covering no windows; I am the multi-colored glass with light filtering through me, in many different shades. Allowing light to shed and fall into many many hues. My job is not to direct anything, but only to filter into many colors.
C. JoyBell C.

I find it odd- the greed of mankind. People only like you for as long as they perceive they can get what they want from you. Or for as long as they perceive you are who they want you to be. But I like people for all of their changing surprises, the thoughts in their heads, the warmth that changes to cold and the cold that changes to warmth… for being human. The rawness of being human delights me.C.
JoyBell C.


Vladimir Volegov Painting

To love is good, too: love being difficult. For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation…Love is a high inducement to the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world for himself for another’s sake, it is a great exacting claim upon him, something that chooses him out and calls him to vast things.
Rainer Maria rilke

Simplicity, patience, compassion. These three are your greatest treasures. Simple in actions and 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.
Lao Tzu

Go to the people. Live with them. Learn from them. Love them. Start with what they know. Build with what they have. But with the best leaders, when the work is done, the task accomplished, the people will say ‘We have done this ourselves.
Lao Tzu

Would you like to save the world from the degradation and destruction it seems destined for? Then step away from shallow mass movements and quietly go to work on your own self-awareness. If you want to awaken all of humanity, then awaken all of yourself. If you want to eliminate the suffering in the world, then eliminate all that is dark and negative in yourself. Truly, the greatest gift you have to give is that of your own self-transformation.
Lao Tzu

If a person seems wicked, do not cast him away. Awaken him with your words, elevate him with your deeds, repay his injury with your kindness. Do not cast him away; cast away his wickedness.
Lao Tzu

You came suddenly…..! by Rumi

You came suddenly…..!
by Rumi

You came suddenly shook me from my sleep and vanished.
In my heart you rose like the moon
but as I glanced at you, you disappeared.
Having had a glimpse of Your garden,
I have no more the patience to endure my existence.
One sip of Your intoxicating wine
has left me lovesick and full of longing.
Can a house stand when its foundations have been shaken?
On the path of love, there are many highs and lows
many unions and separations.
Oh how endless seems to me the journey
to that wondrous place where my passion draws me.

Love by Rumi

Love
Rumi

Look at love
how it tangles
with the one fallen in love

look at spirit
how it fuses with earth
giving it new life

why are you so busy
with this or that or good or bad
pay attention to how things blend

why talk about all
the known and the unknown
see how the unknown merges into the known

why think separately
of this life and the next
when one is born from the last

look at your heart and tongue
one feels but deaf and dumb
the other speaks in words and signs

look at water and fire
earth and wind
enemies and friends all at once

the wolf and the lamb
the lion and the deer
far away yet together

look at the unity of this
spring and winter
manifested in the equinox

you too must mingle my friends
since the earth and the sky
are mingled just for you and me

be like sugarcane
sweet yet silent
don’t get mixed up with bitter words

my beloved grows
right out of my own heart
how much more union can there be