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one, one, one

January 16, 2009

The lamps are different,
But the Light is the same.
So many garish lamps in the dying brain’s lamp shop,
Forget about them.
Concentrate on essence, concentrate on Light.
In lucid bliss, calmly smoking off its own holy fire,
The Light streams toward you from all things,
All people, all possible permutations of good, evil, thought, passion.
The lamps are different,
But the Light is the same.
One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-mind,
Endlessly emanating all things.
One turning and burning diamond,
One, one, one.
Ground yourself, strip yourself down,
To blind loving silence.
Stay there, until you see
You are gazing at the Light
With its own ageless eyes.

Rumi | (translated by Andrew Harvey)

Some flickr favorites: 1. yukata, 2. Light into the Dark, 3. Untitled, 4. Untitled

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One comment

  1. Oh, I like this poem a lot. Especially the “The lamps are different/ But the Light is the same.” line… thanks for posting this. 🙂 I’m glad to see you’re posting so regularly!



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