Put a piece of scripture, poetry, fiction, ect that has bought a thought of meaning into your being.
'Book Beauty'
Here's the end of that story about the old woman who wanted to lure a man with strange
cosmetics. She made a paste of pages from the Qur'an to fill the deep creases on her face and
neck with. This is not about an old woman, reader. It's about you or anyone who tries
to use books to make themselves attractive. There she is, sticking scripture, thick with
saliva, on her face. Of course, the bits keep falling off. " The Devil!" she yells, and
he appears! "This trick I've never seen. You don't need me. You are yourself a troop
of demons!" So people steal inspired words to get compliments. Don't bother. Death comes
and all talking, stolen or not, stops. Pity anyone unfamiliar with silence when that happens.
Polish your heart with meditation and quientness. Let the inner life grow generous and handsome
like Joseph. Zuleikha did that and her "old woman's cold snap" turned to mid-July. Dry
lips wet from within. Ink is not rouge. Let language lie bygone. Now is where love breaths.
-Rumi
Possible irony of posting this in the inspirational words thread aside, This story relates also to the story of Rumi and Shams. Whom on their first meeting Shams sees Rumi teaching on the edge of a foutain. Shams comes up and pushes all the books into the water. "What are you doing?" Rumi says. " You must now live what you have been reading about" Shams stated. " We can retrieve them and they will be dry as new" He added. Shams reached into the fountain and took out a dry book just to show him. "Leave them" said Rumi. As the story goes after this Rumi's deep like began, and he said "Today what I thought was God I ment today in human form." For those who don't know this history, Shams of Tabriz was a student of Rumi's father, who was a religious scholar and mentor. Upon hearing that Rumi was taking his Father's place in the community in Konya, he came from the desert to instruct Rumi in his Father's way. The metaphore is that Rumi saw the Light of God shining so bright when it was reflected off the perfect mirror, who was Shams. Rumi's beautiful words are to capture this mystic connection to the Light, and to strive to be a more perfect mirror reflecting the Love and Light of God all of the earth. And also to know the feeling of that experiance in an estacic manner.
The moral of this first meeting, for me since I read alot of scriptures and philosphy, is to get up and act with this 'knowledge or awakened connection' with the world. And also to see that Light in others. More so I feel connected to the Breath of the words in these books more than THE words themselves. Yet " If a man studies all day, he has no time to action or meditation." a teacher of Paramahansa Yoganada said once.
The moral for the story for me is to act in a pure way with the words I do read and find action in, emphisis on Action. And by pure I mean in an altruistic way, humbly trying to share meaning in life.
On the irony, I hope the last paragraph above this clears up that my intent isn't praise, just an offering and a telling of my subjective experiance known as living.
Love and Peace
Sage
'Book Beauty'
Here's the end of that story about the old woman who wanted to lure a man with strange
cosmetics. She made a paste of pages from the Qur'an to fill the deep creases on her face and
neck with. This is not about an old woman, reader. It's about you or anyone who tries
to use books to make themselves attractive. There she is, sticking scripture, thick with
saliva, on her face. Of course, the bits keep falling off. " The Devil!" she yells, and
he appears! "This trick I've never seen. You don't need me. You are yourself a troop
of demons!" So people steal inspired words to get compliments. Don't bother. Death comes
and all talking, stolen or not, stops. Pity anyone unfamiliar with silence when that happens.
Polish your heart with meditation and quientness. Let the inner life grow generous and handsome
like Joseph. Zuleikha did that and her "old woman's cold snap" turned to mid-July. Dry
lips wet from within. Ink is not rouge. Let language lie bygone. Now is where love breaths.
-Rumi
Possible irony of posting this in the inspirational words thread aside, This story relates also to the story of Rumi and Shams. Whom on their first meeting Shams sees Rumi teaching on the edge of a foutain. Shams comes up and pushes all the books into the water. "What are you doing?" Rumi says. " You must now live what you have been reading about" Shams stated. " We can retrieve them and they will be dry as new" He added. Shams reached into the fountain and took out a dry book just to show him. "Leave them" said Rumi. As the story goes after this Rumi's deep like began, and he said "Today what I thought was God I ment today in human form." For those who don't know this history, Shams of Tabriz was a student of Rumi's father, who was a religious scholar and mentor. Upon hearing that Rumi was taking his Father's place in the community in Konya, he came from the desert to instruct Rumi in his Father's way. The metaphore is that Rumi saw the Light of God shining so bright when it was reflected off the perfect mirror, who was Shams. Rumi's beautiful words are to capture this mystic connection to the Light, and to strive to be a more perfect mirror reflecting the Love and Light of God all of the earth. And also to know the feeling of that experiance in an estacic manner.
The moral of this first meeting, for me since I read alot of scriptures and philosphy, is to get up and act with this 'knowledge or awakened connection' with the world. And also to see that Light in others. More so I feel connected to the Breath of the words in these books more than THE words themselves. Yet " If a man studies all day, he has no time to action or meditation." a teacher of Paramahansa Yoganada said once.
The moral for the story for me is to act in a pure way with the words I do read and find action in, emphisis on Action. And by pure I mean in an altruistic way, humbly trying to share meaning in life.
On the irony, I hope the last paragraph above this clears up that my intent isn't praise, just an offering and a telling of my subjective experiance known as living.
Love and Peace
Sage