June 2013
19 posts
We have to stop blaming everyone else for things that hurt us.
We are the only people that hurt us.
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One day Buddha was walking through a village. A very angry and rude young man came up to him and began insulting him.
“You have no right to be teaching others!!!” he shouted. “You are as stupid as everyone else. You are nothing but a fake!!”
Buddha was not upset by these insults. He just smiled. The man insulted him again and again but the only reaction he could get back from the Buddha was a smile and silence. Finally he stomped his feet and left cursing.
The disciples were feeling angry and one of the them couldn’t keep quiet and asked the Buddha, “Why didn’t you reply to the rude man?”
The Buddha replied, “If someone offers you a gift, and you refuse to accept it, to whom does the gift belong?” “Of course to the person who brought the gift,” replied the disciple. “That is correct,” smiled the Buddha.
” —(via quantumlotus)
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“Being thankful makes what you have enough.”
—(via abdulbary)
Nature suggests, attach for survivial
And the Creator of our Nature explains the concepts no scientist can observe.
Into the depths of my soul, He whispers, in order for you to survive,
—It is the great paradox of this Universe—
you give your whole life protecting the one you love.
The only way to stay alive, I now know, is to hold the hand of God
and ask Him to always remind me how to ensure
that you are only joy and fullness.
He says, die to everything you’ve known.
Drown in the ocean—two hearts, crashing storming waves—
It is the only way to be alive—
Always gasping, at the edge of your last breath.
My heart is a star.
Under a mystic sea of burning stars,
With no questions to ask—no answers to find,
I wondered if you’d ever thought about vastness.
As if we’re sleeping, you said.
When will we wake up and realize,
We are only hanging from the bottom of a sphere?
And we could drop into the infinite Unknown
If one small rock fell out of the sky,
And realigned our magnet.
Will the backdrop of the night’s sky fall,
And the flames that are our endlessly burning hearts,
Be startled out of their slumber,
And wonder,
When did you stop making me laugh?
Our Spiritual Heart: Day #8 →
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Each moment contains a hundred messages from God.
To every cry of ‘Oh, God!’
He answers a hundred times:
‘I am Here.’
- RumiI don’t even know what to write after this. I love all of Rumi’s work but these verses never fail to move me each time I read them. I love how, in the midst of all the…
“This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.” —“The Guest House” by Rumi (via sempervirens)
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.” —“The Guest House” by Rumi (via sempervirens)
“Patience does not mean to passively endure. It means to be foresighted enough to trust the end result of the process. It means to look at the thorn and see the rose, to look at the night and see the dawn. Impatience means to be shortsighted as to not be able to see the outcome. The lover of God never runs out of patience, for they know that time is needed for the crescent moon to become full.”
—Rumi (via sabahelnour)
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Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.
