Seedlings – Inspirational

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Whichever angels guide us toward wakefulness, we must be prepared to do our part. Our immediate labour is to ready the ground for ourselves so that the seeds of truth, spoken by our teachers, spouse, or stranger, may find fertile soil in which to grow. Here are several seedlings in the form of quotes that may inspire. I hope so. Eve

I have included this beautiful you tube here. I am sure you will enjoy the magical photos along with the mystical and sublime Rumi poem. 🙂 

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“One who is invisible cannot shake hands or converse with another until he becomes visible. An angel or spirit could have no intercourse with a man, even if standing close to his body and before his face. Neither can any one’s soul converse with another or act with another except by means of his body.”

– Emmanuel Swedenborg

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 “There is a bridge between Time and Eternity; and this bridge is Atman, the Spirit of Man. Neither day nor night cross that bridge, nor old age, nor death nor sorrow.

Evil or Sin cannot cross that bridge, because the world of the Spirit is pure. This is why when this bridge has been crossed, the eyes of the blind can see, the wounds of the wounded are healed, and the sick man becomes whole from his sickness.

To one who goes over the bridge, the night becomes like unto day; because in the worlds of the Spirit there is a Light which is everlasting.”

– the Chandogya Upanishad

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“Thy light has illuminated the dark chambers of my mind; Thy love is rooted in the depths of my heart; Thine eyes are the light of my soul; Thy power worketh behind my action; Thy peace alone is my life’s repose; Thy will is behind my every impulse; Thy voice is audible in the words I speak; Thine own image is my countenance. My body is but a cover over Thy soul; my life is Thy very breath, my Beloved, and my self is Thine own being.

Thou pourest wine into my empty cup wherever we meet, on hills and dales, on the tops of high mountains, in the thick forests and in the barren deserts, on the shores of the roaring sea and on the banks of the gentle river; and there ariseth in my heart the unearthly passion and the heavenly joy.

Thou hast won my heart a thousand times over; Thou comest veiled under many and varied guises, and in every guise thou art unique. Who is not attracted by the splendour Thou hast so skillfully produced on the face of the earth? In this beauty fair Thou shinest, adorned in myriad garbs. Thine own is all the beauty, and Thou shinest and yet are not Thyself attracted by it. Thou in this stage of life actest as friend and foe, and Thou alone seest the play performed so wonderfully. I sought Thee so long, my Beloved, and now I have found Thee at last, O Winner of my heart, and in finding Thee I have lost myself.

Let me feel Thine arms around me, my Beloved, while I am wandering away from home. Let my heart become Thy lute. Hearing Thy song my soul cometh to life. Let my virgin soul dance at Thy Court, my Indra; the passion it hath is for Thee alone. O, let me lean my head on Thy breast; Thine arms enfolding me, my feet touch paradise.

Wherever I look, I see Thy beloved face, covered under many different veils. The magic power of my ever-seeking eyes lifted the veil from Thy glowing countenance, and Thy smile won my heart a thousand times over. The lustre of Thy piercing glance hath lightened my darkened soul, and lo! now I see the sunshine everywhere…”

 

~Hazrat I. Khan