For poetry lovers..

[chiron]

Read[list][*]Rumi [*]Kabir[*]the Karaniya metta sutta
its the closest words can get to love.

anyone know of some other prophet poetry?

[Emiko H]

Hello, Selva.

I am wondering if Kahlil Gibran would be considered a prophet/poet. I enjoyed reading his works.

Best wishes,

Emiko

[chiron]

thats the name! the publisher 'penguin' call him the wandering prophet/madman! Rumi wrote a poem about a type of prophet /madman called

'The way that moves as you move'

Some commentary on the verse, as you start on the way,
the way appears. When

you cease to be, real being comes. Zuleikha shut every
door, but joesph kept

rattling the locks.He trusted and kept moving back and
forth, and somehow he

escaped.This is the way to slip through to your non-
spatial home. Think how

you came into this world. Can you explain how that was?
No? The same way you came, you

leave.You wander landscapes in your dreams. How did you
get there? Close your eyes

and surrender. Find yourself in the city of God. But
you're still looking for

admiration! You love how your customers look at you. You
sit at the head of the assembly.

When you close your eyes, you see people applauding, as
surely as an owl shuts its

eyes and sees the forest. You live in an admiration world,
but what do you offer admirers?

If you had true spirit gifts to give, you would not think
of customers. There was once

a man who said, 'I am a prophet. In fact I am the edge of
prophecy moving through time'

People surround him and tie him up and bring him before
the king. 'What right

does this man have to say that he lives in the place of
revelation?' The man himself

speaks up. 'This is how an infant sleeps and grows
unconciously into awareness.

Prophets are not like that. They pass awake from the source
to this up-and-down of the five

senses, this left-right back-and-forth. 'Put him on
the rack,' they scream.

But the king sees that the man is thin and fragile. he
speaks gently. Kindness

is his way. He disperses the crowd, sits the man down, and
asks where he lives. 'My home

is the peace of God, but I have come to this judging place
where no one knows me.

I feel ike a fish upon sand. 'The king keeps trying to
joke him out of his state. 'But

why did you make these claims today? Was it something you
ate?' 'I don't care about

world-food. I am tasting God's honey, but what is that to
these people? They're like

mountain rocks. They scoff at me by echoing what I say. If
I brought them news of money,

or a love note from a sweetheart, they would welcome me. But
not with this prophecy talk.

It's like a blood-soaked bandage on a donkey's back. The one
who removes it is being helpful,

but he's going to get kicked! No one here wants to be
healed. Show me someone who

wants what I have!' The king becomes more curious about the
man. 'What is it exactly

that you who have come as messengers have to give?' 'What do
we not have! But let's

suppose for a moment that my inspiration is not divine.
Still, you would agree, my

speaking is not inferior to the workings of a bee? The
Qur'an says, God has inspired

The bee. This universe is filled with honey. Human beings
feed on it and evolve upward

with the same, but more profound, inspiration as the bee.'
So that man defends his claim.

You have read about the inspired spring. Drink from there.
Be companions with those

whose lips are wet with that water. Others, even though
they may be your father

or your mother, are enemies. Leave, before they kill you!
the pathless path opens

whenever you genuinely say, There is no reality but God.
There is only God.


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writing it out took a while but it helped me to understand!