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Wednesday 7 May 2008

The Elusive Moon.. and its accomplices.

We are like kids trying to catch the moon. It looks
big with the naked eyes. So romantic. So real
sometimes! We cant touch it. Its too far. We cant even
catch the air. Its metaphysical in the concept. We get
dust most of the time.

Gurjeff used to say that people shouldnt dream. Dreams
bring stars and stars bring illusions. The old man was
so right decades ago.

Words are sick. They need healing. Rumi say.' Tongue u
have treasure in u or u r full of garbage..."

God bless the people who heal themselves...

Posted by Rafique Sayed
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the moon is elusive.. hence its alluring.
if we capture everything, its going to lose its charm.
let the moon be.. just like we all need to just be.
the romance is there.. kids dont know better (or do they?)
hence they look at it with gaping wonder. the adult 'knows' better.. hence, he has lost the adulation of the moment.

dont rob a person of his/her dreams.. sometimes thats all they have.

the tongue is an artful piece of work ;)
that transcends our thoughts ..sometimes even into action.

healing oneself comes from knowing , awareness and the plain 'want' of doing so.


Posted by Abhigya.
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There's a Moon Inside My Body
The moon shines in my body, but my blind eyes cannot see it:
The moon is within me, and so is the sun.
The unstruck drum of Eternity is sounded within me; but my deaf ears cannot hear it.

So long as man clamours for the I and the Mine, his works are as naught:
When all love of the I and the Mine is dead, then the work of the Lord is done.
For work has no other aim than the getting of knowledge:
When that comes, then work is put away.

The flower blooms for the fruit: when the fruit comes, the flower withers.
The musk is in the deer, but it seeks it not within itself: it wanders in quest of grass.

- Kabir

Posted by Kaizad Cassad
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October 08, 2006