Having and being
At school they stood there written on the board.
The verb to have and the verb to be;
With these two time was given, and eternity,
One the reality, the other appearance.
Having is, nothing. Is war, not living,
is being of the world and all her gods.
Being is, raised above these things,
Is being filled with godly pain.
Having is hard. Is body. Is two breasts.
It is to hunger and thirst for the earth.
Only plodding, only dull duty.
Being is soul, is listening, is giving way,
Becoming child and gazing at the stars,
and slowly being lifted there.
[Ed. Hoornik, free verse translation by Sam Pasiencier]
Suppose you know the definitions of all substances
and their derivatives,
what good is this to you?
Know the true definition of yourself.
That is indispensable.
Then, when you know your own definition, flee from it,
that you may attain to the One who cannot be defined,
O sifter of the dust.
Let Silence Take You to the Core of Life - Do the Meditation
In truth everything and everyone is a shadow of the Beloved,
and our seeking is His seeking and our words are His words.
We search for Him here and there, while looking right at Him.
Sitting by His side, we ask: 'Oh Beloved, where is the Beloved?'
Enough of such questions,
Let silence take you to the core of Life.
All your talk is worthless when compared
with one whisper of the Beloved.
[Rumi, 'God's Whisper]
It is possible, I suppose that sometime
we will learn everything
there is to learn: what the world is, for example,
and what it means. I think this as I am crossing
from one field to another, in summer, and the
mockingbird is mocking me, as one who either
knows enough already or knows enough to be
perfectly content not knowing. Song being born
of quest he knows this: he must turn silent
Were he suddenly assaulted with answers. Instead
oh hear his wild, caustic, tender warbling ceaselessly
unanswered. At my feet the white-petalled daisies display
the small suns of their center piece, their-if you don't
mind my saying so-their hearts. Of course
I could be wrong, perhaps their hearts are pale and
narrow and hidden in the roots. What do I know?
But this: it is heaven itself to take what is given,
to see what is plain; what the sun lights up willingly; for example-I think this
as I reach down, not to pick but merely to touch-
the suitability of the field for the daisies, and the
daisies for the field.
From: 'The Book of Hours'
Rainer Maria Rilke
You are the future, the great red glow of morning
above the plains of immortality.
You are the cock-crow after the night of time;
the dew, the matins and the untouched girl,
the stranger, the mother, death.
You are the form that transforms itself,
that always rises out of fate,
that remains unhailed and unlamented
and as undescribed as virgin forest.
You are the quintessence of things
yet you hide the last word of your nature
and always appear differently to each person:
from a ship, you're the coast; from land, you're a ship.
[Translated by Stevie Krayer]
Those obstructed by nothingness, clinging one-sidedly to
this principle, sit blankly to clear away sense objects and
think that the Way is herein. None of them seeks the secret
of nurturing the three treasures. Though they speak of
reaching nothingness, this is really not the Way. The ultimate
Way is not in reification, nor simple nothingness. The mystic
essential is to balance openness and realism.
Horse By Moonlight
A horse escaped from the circus
and lodged in my daughter's eyes:
there he ran circles around the iris
raising sliver dust-clouds in the pupil
and halting sometimes
to drink from the holy water of the retina.
Since then my daughter feels a longing
for meadows of grass and green hills...
waiting for the moon to come
and dry with its silk sleeves
the sad water that wets her cheeks.
If you want money more than anything,
you'll be bought and sold.
If you have a greed for food,
you'll be a loaf of bread.
This is a subtle truth:
whatever you love, you are.