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The Holy Longing

Tell a wise person, or else keep silent,
because the mass man will mock it right away.
I praise what is truly alive,
what longs to be burned to death.

In the calm water of the love-nights,
where you were begotten, where you have begotten,
a strange feeling comes over you,
when you see the silent candle burning.

Now you are no longer caught in the obsession with darkness,
and a desire for higher love-making sweeps you upward.

Distance does not make you falter.
Now, arriving in magic, flying,
and finally, insane for the light,
you are the butterfly and you are gone.
And so long as you haven't experienced this: to die and so to grow,
you are only a troubled guest on the dark ear

--- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Tue, January 22, 2008 - 10:09 PM permalink - 0 comments
 
Delightful, marvelous dialogue from “The Possessed”:
“Kirillov: -I was wondering why the men don’t dare to kill themselves…It’s all I want to know…
-Don’t they dare? But, aren’t there enough suicides?
-Only a few.
-Do you think? What does prevent the men to kill themselves?
-The pain.
-Is it so important?
-It’s primordial. There are two types of suicide: some kill themselves for melancholy or angry or madness. These make it without vacillation. The others do it after long periods of reflection. They think too much about it.
-Do they destroy themselves for reflection?
-There are many.
-Is possible to die with no pain?
-Imagine a giant stone above us. It’s hanging above us. We are below it. If it fell over our heads, would we suffer?
-A stone like this? It would be terrible.
-I don’t mean the fear, I mean the pain.
-Such a big stone, no, we wouldn’t feel any pain.
-But, indeed everyone would fear to suffer. Doctors, wises, everyone. They know there won’t be any pain, but they are scared. The fear is a prison. Complete freedom is only possible when it will be indifferent to live or not to live.
-But, in this case, none would desire to live.
-Yes, none. Replied Kirillov, in a decided tone.
-In my opinion, the man fears the death, because he loves the life.
-Ugly intrigue! Life is pain, life is fear and the man is unhappy. Man loves life because he loves the pain and the fear. The current man is not yet the real man. There is going to be a brand new man, proud, happy, to whom is indifferent to live or not to live. This man will defeat the pain and the fear and will be the God itself.
-Does God exist?
-Doesn’t exit, but IS. There is no pain in a stone, but in the fear of the stone there is pain. God is the pain for the death fear. The one who defeats the pain and the fear will be God himself. Everyone who desires the freedom must dare to kill himself. The first who manages it will uncover the whole mystery…”
Afterwards Kirillov killed himself…
Tue, January 22, 2008 - 10:05 PM permalink - 0 comments
 
I carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
My beloved
I carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
Mon, December 4, 2006 - 9:30 AM permalink - 3 comments
 
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The Story

A beggar came to an emperor. Just by chance, the emperor was coming out of his palace for a morning walk. And the beggar was standing there, so the emperor asked, 'What do you want?' The beggar laughed. He said, 'You are asking as if you can fulfill my desire! "What do you want?" you say!'

The king was offended, challenged. He said, 'Yes, I can fulfill your desire. What is your desire? you just tell me.' And the man said, 'Think twice before you promise anything.'
The beggar was no ordinary beggar, the beggar was the emperor's past-life master. And the master had promised, 'I will come and try to wake you again in your next life. This life, you have missed -- but I will come again.'
But the king had forgotten completely -- who remembers about past lives? So he insisted, 'You just tell me, and I will fulfill it. You just tell me. I am such a big emperor -- what can you desire that I cannot give YOU?'
And the beggar said, 'It is a very simple desire. You see this begging-bowl? Can you fill it with something? Anything will do. I don't ask diamonds, and I don't ask gold -- anything! Can you fill it?'
And the emperor said, 'Yes! You seem to be mad! Why can't it be filled?' He called one of his viziers and told the vizier, 'You fill this man's begging-bowl with money.' And the vizier went. It was a small begging-bowl, but soon the king was getting afraid. Money was being poured, and the moment you would pour it, it would disappear. And the begging-bowl remained empty, and remained empty, and remained empty.
The whole palace gathered together. By and by, the rumour went into the capital; people started coming from all corners. There was a huge crowd, and the prestige of the emperor was at stake. And he was a man of his word. He said to his viziers, 'If the whole kingdom is lost I am ready to lose it, but I cannot be defeated by this beggar. The bowl is something magical -- but I will have to prove to him that I also have something to fill it.'
His treasuries started becoming empty. And people are running and rushing out of the palace, trying to pour into that begging-bowl -- and that begging-bowl seems to be bottomless, everything immediately disappears into it. You cannot see it again; once it has gone in, it has gone out of existence. It simply dematerializes -- or what?
Then diamonds and pearls and emeralds... and they started disappearing. Soon the vizier said to the king, 'This seems tO be impossible. You will have to accept defeat. And this man does not seem to be an ordinary beggar, he cannot be. There is some message in it. You surrender to this man!'
It was evening, and the whole capital had gathered there, and people were standing there in utter silence. There was such great excitement: 'What is going to happen?' Finally, the king dropped at the feet of the beggar and said, 'Sir, excuse me. It was wrong of me to pretend that I have anything. I have nothing to fill your begging-bowl. Just one thing -- what is the secret of this begging-bowl? Just tell me one thing. I am defeated, you are victorious -- before you leave me, just fulfill my curiosity. How has this begging-bowl been made, of what?'
And the beggar laughed. And the beggar said, 'Don't you remember me at all? Have you forgotten me completely? Look into my eyes! I am your old master. And this is what I was teaching you in the past life too, but you didn't listen. This begging-bowl has no magic! It is simply made out of the human heart. There is no secret in it; this is how the human heart is.'
The mysterious begging-bowl. Go on throwing things into it -- you go on throwing worlds into it, and they dematerialize and they disappear. And one is never satisfied, never never.
Have you ever seen a man who is satisfied? If you have ever seen a man who is satisfied, then that will be the man who has accepted his nothingness. That's what we mean by a Buddha. That's what we mean by enlightenment -- whose emptiness has become luminous, full of light. He knows, 'It is me, it is my being. This non-being is my being.' And he has accepted it. And now there is no effort to destroy it, no effort to fill it. It is beautiful as it is.