Showing posts with label Service. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Service. Show all posts
Monday, August 29, 2011
Spiritual Warrior
"When the spiritual warrior progresses on the path he paradoxically finds himself more alone. He is like an island sitting alone in the middle of the lake...Although the warrior's life is dedicated to helping others, he realizes that he will never be able to completely share his experience with others. The fullness of his experience is his own, and he must live with his own truth. Yet he is more and more in love with the world. That combination of love affair and loneliness is what enables the warrior to constantly reach out to help others. By renouncing his private world the warrior discovers a greater universe and a fuller and fuller broken heart. This is not something to feel bad about; it a cause for rejoicing." Chogyam Trungpa
Labels:
Aloneness,
Experience,
Loneliness,
Love,
Service,
Spirituality,
Warrior
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Service
"We do not serve the weak or the broken. What we serve is the wholeness in each other and the wholeness in life. The part in you that I sense is the same part that is strengthened in me when I serve. Unlike helping and fixing and rescuing, service is mutual." Rachel Naomi Remen
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Real Love
Subtle Degrees
Rumi
subtle degrees
of domination and servitude
are what you know as love
but love is different
it arrives complete
just there
like the moon in the window
like the sun
of neither east nor west
nor of anyplace
when that sun arrives
east and west arrive
desire only that
of which you have no hope
seek only that
of which you have no clue
love is the sea of not-being
and there intellect drowns
this is not the Oxus River
or some little creek
this is the shoreless sea;
here swimming ends
always in drowning
a journey to the sea
is horses and fodder
and contrivance
but at land’s end
the footsteps vanish
you lift up your robe
so as not to wet the hem;
come! drown in this sea
a thousand times
the moon passes over the
ocean of non-being
droplets of spray tear loose
and fall back
on the cresting waves
a million galaxies
are a little scum
on that shoreless sea
Rumi
subtle degrees
of domination and servitude
are what you know as love
but love is different
it arrives complete
just there
like the moon in the window
like the sun
of neither east nor west
nor of anyplace
when that sun arrives
east and west arrive
desire only that
of which you have no hope
seek only that
of which you have no clue
love is the sea of not-being
and there intellect drowns
this is not the Oxus River
or some little creek
this is the shoreless sea;
here swimming ends
always in drowning
a journey to the sea
is horses and fodder
and contrivance
but at land’s end
the footsteps vanish
you lift up your robe
so as not to wet the hem;
come! drown in this sea
a thousand times
the moon passes over the
ocean of non-being
droplets of spray tear loose
and fall back
on the cresting waves
a million galaxies
are a little scum
on that shoreless sea
Labels:
Love,
Relationship,
Rumi,
Service,
Soul,
vulnerability
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Change
“Nothing that I can do will change the structure of the universe. But maybe, by raising my voice I can help the greatest of all causes - goodwill among men and peace on earth.” ~ Albert Einstein
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Service and Prayer
"The hands that help are better far than the lips that pray." Robert G.
Ingersoll
Ingersoll
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