“Un sabio sagaz se fue a China en busca de un maestro, (y le dijo):
“Acláranos sobre la verdad”.
Aquel maestro de la vía espiritual le contestó:
“En verdad la realidad se divide en 10 capítulos, yo te diré más si estás atento,
poco hablar compone el primero, callarse los nueve siguientes”
porque calla el halcón se posa en el puño del rey, porque canta el ruiseñor se mantiene en la jaula, si tu alma adquiere la costumbre de callar cada átomo te hablará, incluso cuando murmuraras como una fuente, si te callas te convertirás en mar, el que de ese mar quiere la perla, para sumergirse, debe contener el aliento
El Libro de los Secretos
Farid ad-Din Attar
“El Paraíso se encuentra a los pies de la madre”
Hadith del Profeta
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Our True Face Never Speaks
From Rilke Poem: Our True face Never Speaks
Daring to put life to test
I draw water and fire
to rekindle deep love
for Rilke admirer in the east :
Our true face never speaks
in language of duality
thick masks of nihilism
engulf the new age
In fear of colored others
suppressing sacred voices
the asssembly of puppets
disguising renaissance
Tame and ride
the tiger of time
julius evola warned us
or we will be eaten up
No one lives his life
when he missed the
secret of the Yin of Beauty
and the Yang of Majesty
in Oneness of the Real
Fasubhanallazi bi-yadihi
Malakutu kulli syain
Wa ilaihi turjaun..
Kullu syaiun Fanin
Wa yabqa Wajhu
Dzul Jalali Wal-Ikram
Daring to put life to test
I draw water and fire
to rekindle deep love
for Rilke admirer in the east :
Our true face never speaks
in language of duality
thick masks of nihilism
engulf the new age
In fear of colored others
suppressing sacred voices
the asssembly of puppets
disguising renaissance
Tame and ride
the tiger of time
julius evola warned us
or we will be eaten up
No one lives his life
when he missed the
secret of the Yin of Beauty
and the Yang of Majesty
in Oneness of the Real
Fasubhanallazi bi-yadihi
Malakutu kulli syain
Wa ilaihi turjaun..
Kullu syaiun Fanin
Wa yabqa Wajhu
Dzul Jalali Wal-Ikram
Broken Jug in Rumi Garden
You are the sunshine
of mercy, generous giver
the pristine fog floating
over my mountain
of witnessing
Falling as dew drops
your blessings never stop
becoming streams rivers
touching nature with love
meandering journeying
forth to Ocean of Unity
My jug was broken
long ago in rumi garden
thirsty cups going around
O friends o lovers
this fragrant jasmine
a veil of essence
that free all spirits !
of mercy, generous giver
the pristine fog floating
over my mountain
of witnessing
Falling as dew drops
your blessings never stop
becoming streams rivers
touching nature with love
meandering journeying
forth to Ocean of Unity
My jug was broken
long ago in rumi garden
thirsty cups going around
O friends o lovers
this fragrant jasmine
a veil of essence
that free all spirits !
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