Only Luminous Awareness I See …
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In the market, in the Mosque—only Luminous Awareness I see.
In the valley and on the mountain–only Luminous Awareness I see.
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I have seen the Beloved beside me oft in tribulation;
In favor and in fortune–only Luminous Awareness I see.
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In prayer and in fasting, in praise and contemplation,
In the religion of the Prophet–only Luminous Awareness I see.
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Neither soul nor body, accident nor substance,
Qualities nor causes–only Luminous Awareness I see.
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I Open my eyes and in the Light around me,
In all the eye Behold–only Luminous Awareness I see.
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Like a candle I am melting in the fire:
Amidst the flames–only Luminous Awareness I see.
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MySelf with my own eyes I see most clearly,
But when I look with Luminous Awareness ‘s eyes—
only Luminous Awareness I see.
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I pass away into nothingness, I vanish,
And lo, I am the All-living–only Luminous Awareness I see.
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Baba Kuhi Of Shiraz
Eleventh Century Sufi mystic
God Makes The Rivers To Flow, Eknath Easwaran
Edited From the 1914 translation of
Reynold A. Nicholson
Re- Edited by Soudi, 2012
Luminous Awareness= Eknosis
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Only God I Saw
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In the market, in the Mosque–only God I saw.
In the valley and on the mountain–only God I saw.
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I have seen the Beloved beside me oft in tribulation;
In favor and in fortune–only God I saw.
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In prayer and in fasting, in praise and contemplation,
In the religion of the Prophet–only God I saw.
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Neither soul nor body, accident nor substance,
Qualities nor causes–only God I saw.
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I Opened my eyes and in the Light around me,
In all the eye Beheld–only God I saw.
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Like a candle I was melting in the fire:
Amidst the flames–only God I saw.
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MySelf with my own eyes I saw most clearly,
But when I looked with God’s eyes–only God I saw.
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I passed away into nothingness, I vanished,
And lo, I was the All-living–only God I saw.
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Baba Kuhi Of Shiraz
Eleventh Century Sufi mystic
God Makes The Rivers To Flow, Eknath Easwaran
Edited From the 1914 translation of
Reynold A. Nicholson
In the Arc of Your Mallet
Don’t go anywhere without me
Let nothing happen in the sky apart from me,
or on the ground, in this world or that world,
without my being in its happening.
Vision, see nothing, I don’t see.
Language, say nothing.
The way the night knows itself with the moon,
be that with me. Be the rose
nearest to the thorn that I am.
I want to feel myself in you when you taste food, in the arc
of your mallet when you work.
When you visit friends, when you go
up on the roof by yourself at night.
There’s nothing worse than to walk out along the street
without you. I don’t know where I’m going.
You’re the road and the knower of roads,
more than maps, more than love.
Open Secret, Versions of Rumi, by John Moyne and Coleman Barks.
Hi Michael:
These two mistic poets seem to be talking about the same thing…
“There’s nothing worse than to walk out along the street
without you. I don’t know where I’m going.
You’re the road and the knower of roads,
more than maps, more than love.”
The Eknosis, the inner and outer knowing that is universal and does not belong to anyone, and yet one can access it… and once one can access it, the self has fallen away…
It is true that the experience shifts towards way more meaningfullness, the care, every detail that is communicated is meaningful and worthy and interesting…
It is such a new experience and so come and go at this point for me…
Yet I can not stop bowing down to the ones who are pointing it to and teaching it…
Thank you…
Soudi