To be a slave of intensity
To be a slave of intensity
Friend, hope for the Guest while you are alive,
Jump into experience while you are alive!
Think……. And Think ………. And think …….. while you are alive
What you call “salvation” belongs to the time before death.
If you don’t break your ropes while you are alive,
Do you think
Ghosts will do it after?
The idea that the soul will join with the ecstatic
Just because the body is rotten –
That is all fantasy
What is found now is found then.
If you find nothing now, you will simply end up with an apartment in the City of Death
(with Ikea furniture)
If you make love with the divine now, in the next life you will have the face of satisfied desire.
So plunge into the truth, find out who the Teacher is,
Believe in the Great Sound!
I say this: When the Guest is being searched for, it is the intensity of the longing for the Guest that does all the work.
Look at me, and you will see a slave of that intensity.
(Kabir, translated by Robert Bly)
Friend, hope for the Guest while you are alive,
Jump into experience while you are alive!
Think……. And Think ………. And think …….. while you are alive
What you call “salvation” belongs to the time before death.
If you don’t break your ropes while you are alive,
Do you think
Ghosts will do it after?
The idea that the soul will join with the ecstatic
Just because the body is rotten –
That is all fantasy
What is found now is found then.
If you find nothing now, you will simply end up with an apartment in the City of Death
(with Ikea furniture)
If you make love with the divine now, in the next life you will have the face of satisfied desire.
So plunge into the truth, find out who the Teacher is,
Believe in the Great Sound!
I say this: When the Guest is being searched for, it is the intensity of the longing for the Guest that does all the work.
Look at me, and you will see a slave of that intensity.
(Kabir, translated by Robert Bly)
posted by The artist formerly known as the Bulb. @ 10:30 AM
11 Comments:
No truer words were ever written...in my humble opinion.
soul to soul.
Damn, there goes my hope for the afterlife...
I wanna be a slave of inbulbity
Aww..to be a slave to the Penis God...
I like my furniture cheap and in flat boxes.
@rain
The way I like my women
:-O
Sassy is the perfect woman for you then! hehe
heeeeey! That wasn't very nice, Jess! pfft
hey bulb,
my blog domain has changed to this one:
http://thepawnbroker.blogspot.com
what words!
.... Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
... Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
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