No Night in the Season of Love

I love snow

when there is no where to go

and the heat is working in the house.

To sip tea and

look through the window

now and then

is heaven.

After the sun goes down

the moon shines still

there can be no night

in the season of love.

Love to all

Harsha

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First, the lightening!

First, the lightening!

then the OM of thunder!

Shattered, scattered

who can put together

pieces of space.

No point in trying

and asking why

all the atoms are dancing

as if they hear nothing

but love songs.

Love

Harsha

PS to the reader: Here Lightening refers to Enlightening. It is not a spelling error.

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Image courtesy of Dana Cocchiarella (2002)

"I Was Ready To Tell" By Rumi

G. had sent this Rumi’s poem last month and I am posting it again as it is of

such beauty.

Harsha

I WAS READY TO TELL

the story of my life

but the ripple of tears

and the agony of my heart

wouldn't let me

i began to stutter

saying a word here and there

and all along i felt

as tender as a crystal

ready to be shattered

in this stormy sea

we call life

all the big ships

come apart

board by board

how can i survive

riding a lonely

little boat

with no oars

and no arms

my boat did finally break

by the waves

and i broke free

as i tied myself

to a single board

though the panic is gone

i am now offended

why should i be so helpless

rising with one wave

and falling with the next

i don't know

if i am

nonexistence

while i exist

but i know for sure

when i am

i am not

but

when i am not

then i am

now how can i be

a skeptic

about the

resurrection and

coming to life again

since in this world

i have many times

like my own imagination

died and

been born again

that is why

after a long agonizing life

as a hunter

i finally let go and got

hunted down and became free

~Rumi, ghazal number 1419,

translated April 17, 1991,

by Nader Khalili

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"Amritanubhav (The Nectar of Mystical Experience)" by Jnaneshwar

Here are some verses I selected from Jnaneshwar, a 13th century Indian mystic

poet.

Harsha

(From Chapter One: The Union of Shiva and Shakti (Selected verses only)

I offer obeisance to the God and Goddess,

The limitless primal parents of the universe.

They are not entirely the same,

Nor are they not the same.

We cannot say exactly what they are.

How sweet is their union!

The whole world is too small to contain them,

Yet they live happily in the smallest particle.

When He awakes, the whole house disappears,

And nothing at all is left.

Two lutes: one note.

Two flowers: one fragrance.

Two lamps: one light.

Two lips: one word.

Two eyes: one sight.

These two: one universe.

In unity there is little to behold;

So She, the mother of abundance,

Brought forth the world as play.

He takes the role of Witness

Out of love of watching Her.

But when Her appearance is withdrawn,

The role of Witness is abandoned as well.

Through Her,

He assumes the form of the universe;

Without Her,

He is left naked.

If night and day were to approach the Sun,

Both would disappear.

In the same way, their duality would vanish

If their essential Unity were seen.

The book from which these excerpts are taken, is entitled "Jnaneshvar: The

Life and Works of the Celebrated Thirteenth Century Indian Mystic-Poet," by

S. Abhyayananda.

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