Saints, I see the world is mad.
If I tell the truth they rush to beat me,
If I lie they trust me.
I've seen the pious Hindus,rule followers,
early morning bath takers-
killing souls, they worship rocks.
They know nothing.
I've seen plenty of Muslim teachers, holy men
reading their holy books
and teaching their pupils techniques.
They know just as much.
And posturing yogis hyprocrites,
hearts crammed with pride,
praying to brass, to stones, reeling
with pride in the pilgrimage,
fixing their caps and prayer beads,
painting their brow-marks and arm-marks,
braying their hymns and their couplets,
reeling. They hever heard of soul.
The Hindu says Ram is the Beloved,
The Turk says Rahim.
Then they kill each other.
No one knows the secret.
They buzz their mantras from house to house,
puffed with pride.
The pupils drown along with their gurus.
In the end they're very sorry.
Kabir says, listen saints;
they're all deluded!
Whatever I say, nobody gets it.
It's so simple.
--- Kabir --
Since I have heard of the world of Love,
I've spent my life, my heart
And my eyes this way.
I used to think that love
And beloved are different.
I know they are the same
Rumi----
Listen Friends, love is like the sun.
The heart without love is nothing but a piece of stone.
Kabakli----
The heart is the treasure
in which God's mysteries are stored;
Seek the purpose of both the worlds
through the heart,
for that is the point of it.
Lahiji ----
The lower self is like a thief who sneaks into your house at night to steal whatever is valuable and worthwhile. You cannot fight with this thief directly, because it will mirror whatever force you bring against it. If you have a gun, the thief will also have a gun, if you have a knife, the thief will also have a knife as well. To struggle with the thief is to invite disaster. So, what can you do? the only practical solution is to turn on the light. The thief who is a coward at heart, will than run out. How do we turn on the light? through the practice of rememberance, awareness and heedfulness.
Sheikh Tosun Bayrak ----
If I tell the truth they rush to beat me,
If I lie they trust me.
I've seen the pious Hindus,rule followers,
early morning bath takers-
killing souls, they worship rocks.
They know nothing.
I've seen plenty of Muslim teachers, holy men
reading their holy books
and teaching their pupils techniques.
They know just as much.
And posturing yogis hyprocrites,
hearts crammed with pride,
praying to brass, to stones, reeling
with pride in the pilgrimage,
fixing their caps and prayer beads,
painting their brow-marks and arm-marks,
braying their hymns and their couplets,
reeling. They hever heard of soul.
The Hindu says Ram is the Beloved,
The Turk says Rahim.
Then they kill each other.
No one knows the secret.
They buzz their mantras from house to house,
puffed with pride.
The pupils drown along with their gurus.
In the end they're very sorry.
Kabir says, listen saints;
they're all deluded!
Whatever I say, nobody gets it.
It's so simple.
--- Kabir --
Since I have heard of the world of Love,
I've spent my life, my heart
And my eyes this way.
I used to think that love
And beloved are different.
I know they are the same
Rumi----
Listen Friends, love is like the sun.
The heart without love is nothing but a piece of stone.
Kabakli----
The heart is the treasure
in which God's mysteries are stored;
Seek the purpose of both the worlds
through the heart,
for that is the point of it.
Lahiji ----
The lower self is like a thief who sneaks into your house at night to steal whatever is valuable and worthwhile. You cannot fight with this thief directly, because it will mirror whatever force you bring against it. If you have a gun, the thief will also have a gun, if you have a knife, the thief will also have a knife as well. To struggle with the thief is to invite disaster. So, what can you do? the only practical solution is to turn on the light. The thief who is a coward at heart, will than run out. How do we turn on the light? through the practice of rememberance, awareness and heedfulness.
Sheikh Tosun Bayrak ----
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