Sunday, February 12, 2012

"Hafiz, a Sufi poet, expressed in poetry love for the divine, and the intoxicating oneness of union with it.  Hafiz, along with many Sufi masters, uses wine as the symbol for love. The intoxication that results from both is why it is such a fitting comparison. Hafiz spoke out about the hypocrisy and deceit that exists in society, and was more outspoken in pointing this out than many poets similar to him."

 Inevitably anyone with an independent mind must become ‘one who resists or opposes authority or established conventions’: a rebel. If enough people come to agree with and follow the Rebel, we now have a Devil. Until, of course, still more people agree. And then, finally, we have… Greatness. 
Aleister Crowley

What a creeper/genius.

As there is strength
in blackness
a deep control
a calla flare
grace corporeal
there is a steady hand
adjusting child lace
and bravery’s face
in veil inviolate
there is a steady hand
adept in heavens skin
spending into black
where pure hearts
are kin.
Patti Smith, Memorial Poem (for Robert) 

Saturday, February 11, 2012

 Love in action is always about service, what we do to enhance spiritual growth. A focus on individual reflection, contemplation, and therapeutic dialogue is vital to healing. But it is not the only way to recover ourselves. Serving others is as fruitful a path to the heart as any other therapeutic practice. To truly serve, we must always empty the ego so that space can exist for us to recognise the needs of others and be capable for fulfilling them. The greater our compassion the more aware we are of ways to extend ourselves to others that make healing possible. 
Bell Hooks, All About Love: New Visions

 We’re all just walking each other home. 
Ram Dass


 Beneath my hands
your small breasts
are the upturned bellies
of breathing fallen sparrows.

Leonard Cohen, The Spice-Box of Earth