jeudi, juillet 24, 2014

Faucon




Il a bien dit, l’homme au coeur généreux : «L’amour n’agrée pas plus l’âme vivante que le faucon ne chasse le rat mort».

Ansâri

dimanche, juillet 13, 2014

Dream


This place is a dream.
Only a sleeper considers it real.

Then death comes like dawn,
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought was your grief.

But there's a difference with this dream.
Everything cruel and unconscious
done in the illusion of the present world,
all that does not fade away at the death-waking.

It stays, and it must be interpreted.

All the mean laughing,
all the quick, sexual wanting,
those torn coats of Joseph,
they change into powerful wolves that you must face.

The retaliation that sometimes comes now,
the swift, payback hit,
is just a boy's game
to what the other will be.

You know about circumcision here.
It's full castration there!

And this groggy time we live,
this is what it's like:

A man goes to sleep in the town
where he has always lived, and he dreams he's living
in another town.

In the dream, he doesn't remember
the town he's sleeping in his bed in. He believes
the reality of the dream town.

The world is that kind of sleep.

The dust of many crumbled cities
settles over us like a forgetful doze,
but we are older than those cities.

We began as a mineral. We emerged into plant life
and into animal state, and then into being human,
and always we have forgotten our former states,
except in early spring when we slightly recall
being green again.

That's how a young person turns
toward a teacher. That's how a baby leans
toward the breast, without knowing the secret
of its desire, yet turning instinctively.

Humankind is being led along an evolving course,
through this migration of intelligences,
and though we seem to be sleeping,
there is an inner wakefulness
that directs the dream, and that will eventually startle 
us back to the truth of who we are.”

Jalâl ud Dîn Rumî


"Les phénomènes de la vie peuvent être comparés à un rêve, un phantasme, une bulle d'air, une ombre, la rosée miroitante, la lueur de l'éclair, et ainsi doivent-ils être contemplés."

Le Bouddha

http://fr.meditation-presence.com/fr/articles/commentaire-sur-le-bardo-thodol 


“We are like the spider.
We weave our life and then move along in it.

We are like the dreamer who dreams and then lives in the dream.

This is true for the entire universe.”
 

 The Upanishads

lundi, juillet 07, 2014

Recherche




Tout homme que tu verras en recherche, mon fils,
Deviens-en l'ami, incline-toi devant lui

Jalâl ud Dîn Rumî - Masnawî

Children



“All people on the planet are children, except for a very few. No one is grown up except those free of desire.”

Jalâl ud Dîn Rumî 


« Ne demande pas que les choses arrivent comme tu le désires mais désire-les telles qu'elles arrivent et tu seras heureux. »

Epictète 


Le contrôle de soi est ce que désire l'homme intelligent, les sucrerires sont ce que désirent les enfants

Jalâl ud Dîn Rumî