so many people ask me, am i religious. and i try to answer them but its like, how do i even begin to tell you of the limits my heart has known in God. religion has nothing to do with it. its a relationship, its a spiritual communion, God's my dearest friend, my breath, my life, my joy, my comfort... it's like this crazy ecstasy of being thats taking me over. its like Christ in me, or my Buddah nature, or my truest form of being, or whatever it is...me, inside God himself is the thing that's taking me over. It feels like love and peace and joy and the drunkeness of wine. right now poems are doing something splendid and divine in my heart. God's speaking to me and what i'm hearing is transforming my heart and my being...
May you let God kiss you today...
Jesus said,
drink my wine
you will become me
i will become you
and all that is hidden
you will see
with your own eyes
the gospel of Thomas
the sky's sheets
the way other
lovers
do
the earth's weave
of clay.
Any real ecstasy is a sign
you are moving
in the right
direction,
don't let any prude tell
you otherwise.
---St. Theresa de Avila
School of Truth
O fool, do something, so you won't just stand there looking dumb.
If you are not traveling and on the road, how can you call yourself a guide?
In the School of Truth, one sits at the feet of the Master of Love.
So listen, son, so that one day you may be an old father, too!
All this eating and sleeping has made you ignorant and fat;
By denying yourself food and sleep, you may still have a chance.
Know this: If God should shine His lovelight on your heart,
I promise you'll shine brighter than a dozen suns.
And I say: wash the tarnished copper of your life from your hands;
To be Love's alchemist, you should be working with gold.
Don't sit there thinking; go out and immerse yourself in God's sea.
Having only one hair wet with water will not put knowledge in that head.
For those who see only God, their vision
Is pure, and not a doubt remains.
Even if our world is turned upside down and blown over by the wind,
If you are doubtless, you won't lose a thing.
O Hafiz, if it is union with the Beloved that you seek,
Be the dust at the Wise One's door, and speak!
--Hafiz
___________________
If you stop for but a moment
still your heart
and open wide your Spirit
afraid as you may be
the Spirit would
most certainly begin
to consume you
to take your hurts and your fears
to whisper peace to your weary soul
to kiss you a million times
with tender loving kindness
you'd laugh and squeal
like a baby
delighted by the caresses of
his mother
you were made for this
--Lauren
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