You Are Not a Single YOU
You're a common rhyme-word now,
dependent on some other for your emotional force,
but real life will come.
As when a baby stops nursing and grows interested
in solid food. As when seeds break open in the ground
and act differently.
There is a hidden love-center
in human beings that you will discover and savor
and nourish yourself with. That will be your food.
There's a way of going that's like the stars.
No,
even freer than they are, completely unconditioned,
unlocated, unpathed. A journey without a sky!
You came from Non-existence into being.
How did that happen? Tell me about it!
You were a little drunk when you arrived,
so you can't remember exactly?
I'll give you
some secret hints. Let your mind go, and be mindful.
Close your ears, and listen.
But maybe I shouldn't tell,
if you're not ripe. You're still in early Spring.
July hasn't happened yet in you.
This world is a tree,
and we are green, half-ripe fruit on it.
We hold tight to the limbs, because we know
we're not ready to be taken into the palace.
When we mature and sweeten,
we'll feel ashamed
at having clung so clingingly.
To hold fast
is a sure sign of unripeness.
To drink and enjoy
blood is fine for an embryo.
More needs to be said on this, but the Holy Spirit
will tell it to you when I'm not here.
*You'll* tell it
to *yourself*. Not I, or some other "I," You
who are Me!
As when you fall asleep and go
from the presence of your self to the Presence
of your Self. You hear That One and you think,
"Someone must have communicated telepathically
in my sleep."
You are not a single You,
good Friend, you are a Sky and an Ocean,
a tremendous YHUUUUUU, a nine hundred times huge
drowning place for all your hundreds of you's.
What are these terms *wakefulness* and *sleep*?
Don't answer. Let God answer.
Don't speak, so the Speakers can.
Not a word, so Sun-Light can say
what has never been in a book, or said.
Don't try to put it into words,
and the Spirit will do that through you,
in spite of you,
beside you,
among you.
Stop swimming so hard,
and climb in the boat with Noah.
- Rumi, (Mathnawi, III, 1283-1307)
'This Longing' Versions by Coleman Barks/John Moyes
NonDual Highlights 3035
dependent on some other for your emotional force,
but real life will come.
As when a baby stops nursing and grows interested
in solid food. As when seeds break open in the ground
and act differently.
There is a hidden love-center
in human beings that you will discover and savor
and nourish yourself with. That will be your food.
There's a way of going that's like the stars.
No,
even freer than they are, completely unconditioned,
unlocated, unpathed. A journey without a sky!
You came from Non-existence into being.
How did that happen? Tell me about it!
You were a little drunk when you arrived,
so you can't remember exactly?
I'll give you
some secret hints. Let your mind go, and be mindful.
Close your ears, and listen.
But maybe I shouldn't tell,
if you're not ripe. You're still in early Spring.
July hasn't happened yet in you.
This world is a tree,
and we are green, half-ripe fruit on it.
We hold tight to the limbs, because we know
we're not ready to be taken into the palace.
When we mature and sweeten,
we'll feel ashamed
at having clung so clingingly.
To hold fast
is a sure sign of unripeness.
To drink and enjoy
blood is fine for an embryo.
More needs to be said on this, but the Holy Spirit
will tell it to you when I'm not here.
*You'll* tell it
to *yourself*. Not I, or some other "I," You
who are Me!
As when you fall asleep and go
from the presence of your self to the Presence
of your Self. You hear That One and you think,
"Someone must have communicated telepathically
in my sleep."
You are not a single You,
good Friend, you are a Sky and an Ocean,
a tremendous YHUUUUUU, a nine hundred times huge
drowning place for all your hundreds of you's.
What are these terms *wakefulness* and *sleep*?
Don't answer. Let God answer.
Don't speak, so the Speakers can.
Not a word, so Sun-Light can say
what has never been in a book, or said.
Don't try to put it into words,
and the Spirit will do that through you,
in spite of you,
beside you,
among you.
Stop swimming so hard,
and climb in the boat with Noah.
- Rumi, (Mathnawi, III, 1283-1307)
'This Longing' Versions by Coleman Barks/John Moyes
NonDual Highlights 3035
