“God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars.” -Martin Luther Continue reading A Magic Window (2nd view)
“Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic” -Van Morrison Continue reading The Mystic is Nine
On Christmas eve our pilgrim finds himself in a land far north of anything he has ever seen… Continue reading In The Advent of Starship
“ Love is extravagant, in the price, it is willing to pay, the hardship it is willing to endure, and the strength it is willing to spend. Love never thinks in terms of “how little”, but always in terms of “how much”. Love gives, love knows, and love last…”
-Unknown Continue reading Sir Gawain and The Perilous Bed
It’s the same story except the names change… Qais whose name means “falls in love” does exactly that except this time its with the moon princess, Laila, whose name means “sweetheart”.
Sadly her father marries her to another man. Qais love is so obsessive, that he’s deemed insane and forbidden from seeing his beloved Laila in the flesh again. Thus he sees her in everything else. Qais roams the streets known only as Majnu, which in Persian means, “love stricken, possessed, madness, a lunatic”. And as in all matters of the heart, as such to go the way of the foolish and where they rush to in accordance with the one true Source, a straighter course than one who has too much pulling on the heart.
Thus the fool, the simpleton, who is one sighted in love; and therefore blessed in his foolishness, is given to Divine vision; for his wisdom is direct and not diminished by the many facets of the mind. For to have too much levied against the heart leads to indecision which is worse than to not have loved at all. His simple direct desire for his beloved is strong even in the face of failure or tragedy.
To go the way of the foolish and where they rush to in accordance with the one true Source, a straighter course than one who has too much pulling on the heart. -Ganjavi (Persia)
“If you do not love too much, you do not love enough.”
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There are times when we try putting together life’s puzzles, assigning the pieces as neatly and securely as we can, into a box of our own subjective thinking; a box that hasn’t any room for fresh interpretation. The analysis is so in sync with the cerebral brain that we fail to enjoy the epiphanies that are present especially when the pieces of the puzzle seem not to fit as we think they should…if our narrative comes together, we call it a miracle, if not we’re disgruntled. We tend not to appreciate that in the perforations of this chaos there are considerations waiting for our attention. It is only when we trip into overload from this temporal way of thinking, thus spilling forth into the mysteries, do we expand our thoughts into the universe of a higher understanding. It is then, I come to realize that what I don’t know is more than I thought I knew and I’ll never know it all. Thus, I stand blessed and open to all there is on the road of perception raining down in the pale moonlight. This is mindfulness at its best, waiting to hand you something you didn’t have an inkling you were in need of.
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